#i handled the first two areas fine but like. this one. good god

[citrucee]

the "walking into a new area" experience

#doodle #fanart #chants of sennaar #chants of sennaar spoilers #the traveler #HI THIS IS A FANART PIECE. THATS HOW YOU KNOW IM OBSESSED #i handled the first two areas fine but like. this one. good god #fucking nothing is clicking lmao the sentences are too LONG #but this game is so fun its sososososo fun omg play it i love it #the characters are so CUUUUUUTE #agh #ok #back in the pit

[daisiescomelate]

Bad bad wolf

Prompt: Gojo accidentally scared you during a mission and now he's begging you to open the bathroom door and let him talk to you.

Content: Gojo/Reader, angst, cursing, ooc.

div. plutism - masterlist

It was an accident. You knew that. A curse got too close to harm you and he snapped for a second, letting go of his goofy attitude and showing you a side of him that you had yet to meet. He checked in with you, he double checked, and then he triple checked, worried about you being injured or scared of the situation or... him.

You told him you were fine, that it was all good, you were just in shock still —about the curse, of course. You just needed a shower. So he cared your cheek and kissed your palm and drove you home so you could take your bath.

But now you couldn't bring yourself to open the bathroom door.

You rubbed your face and tried to stop your mind from derailing.

I mean, c'mon!

Gojo Satoru was a prophecy made flesh, he was the most powerful sorcerer in Japan, maybe the world. Of course that meant he was dangerous, that he was lethal. I mean hell, you were lethal and your curse technique wasn't even that good.

And you knew Satoru was an asshole with a loose moral compass, and that his silliness was more of a tool of provocation and manipulation than anything else.

But it was different— to actually see it.

Raw power.

Cold blood murder in his eyes and a maniac smile.

A snap of his fingers and life just... vanished as far as the eye could see.

The joy he got from it.

But for God’s sake! It was Satoru. Kisses on your forehead Satoru. Fart jokes Satoru. Pouty lips for cuddles Satoru.

The meaner thing he had ever done to you was putting salt on your coffee as a prank because you weren't the first person to wish him happy birthday! He had never lifted a finger against you. Then why were you so scared?!

The doorbell rang and you heard the front door opening and closing. Satoru began singing some made up lyrics about chinese food that included a falsetto. You heard him walk up to the bathroom door and knock on it, a smile on his voice.

"Babe, food is here!" he said.

You were wrapped on a towel, damped, looking straight into the mirror and trying to calm yourself down. Satoru, it's just Satoru. What's your problem?

His voice echoed on the tile of the room and on your temples. You were suddenly too aware of the water drops falling from the shower head and the cold, wet floor under your feet.

"You have been there forever, babe. Everything alright?"

I'm not ready.

Just breath.

You walked to the door, counting to ten in your head. Just go and open it, you will be fine. He will hug you and everything will be fine.

I want Satoru.

As you extended your hand to the handle, it shaked slightly, catching you off guard. You inhaled sharply and quickly moved to hold it in place.

"I'm alright", you said quickly, a little bit too aggressive even— maybe? Shit, it was an accident, I’m sorry. "I'm fine," you added, trying to be softer this time, "just give me a minute, love. I'll be right out."

"Mmm? Of course, baby."

You heard his footsteps getting away from the door and the clatter of the dishes as he probably set the table for you two. He continued to talk to you through the door.

“Ijichi is already messaging me about another assignment.” He sighed dramatically. “I never get a break, what would these people do without me?”

You heard him turn on the TV and lower the volume to keep it in the background as you liked it.

“One of these days we should ditch them and go on a vacation. What do you think? Fall off the map for a month or two, that would do wonders for my back! We could go to the beach~” Satoru kept walking around, you heard the rustling of clothes as he took off his uniform and put on something clean. “Drink cocktails under the sunset~”, he continued, his voice fading as he left to another room and increasing back again when he returned to the living room area.

“I’ll ask Nanamin to take care of my assignments, he still owes me a favor or two.” You heard the sound of Satoru opening one of his wine bottles.

His voice, that you often found so silly and even sweet, suddenly felt as if it carried a layer of an uncovered threat.

You noticed that you were shaking slightly.

You tried to repress it, sing to yourself, and tell yourself a joke, but nothing had any effect and your legs became weak; you sat on the toilet to prevent yourself from falling.

Time passed, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour. Satoru had run out of conversation and had fallen into silence. The wait must have been long enough, since the next thing you heard was Satoru right behind the door again.

“Pumpkin pie, I don’t mean to hurry you but dinner is going to get cold!”

You stayed still, hugging yourself to try and find some comfort. Your whole body felt like freezing, and you pinched your skin in a nervous tic without realizing.

"Do you need help with anything? Is it your hair? Do you want me to help you dry it, love?"

Your breathing picked up, an anxious feeling kept bubbling under your skin, making your body suddenly uncomfortable. There was a hint of something in his voice but because of your now rising panic it was hard for you to decipher what it was.

Wasn't the bathroom a little bit too small? Is there really no other way out of here other than that stupid door? Do people hate proper windows on bathrooms that much?

"Love?"

You turned around and glanced at the mirror.

Why are you freaking out?

"Babe?"

You heard the doorknob again and the bathroom door unlocking.

Out of reflex, you slammed it close again.

Silence.

The longest minute.

"Do you need a towel?” Satoru’s voice was oddly cheerful in an awkward attempt to ignore what you just did. “Is that why you don't want me to come in?", he asked, even if he had walked on you naked several times already and that had never been a problem between you two.

Your tongue was too heavy to speak.

"I'm going to go fetch you a towel, okay baby? Be right back."

You felt like crap. You felt like shit. You felt like you couldn't breathe.

Were you really making that big of a deal out of this?

You were embarrassed. You were scared. You wanted to leave. Open the door, push Satoru to one side and bolt. Leave this house.

"I'm back with the towel!" Satoru sang.

It was hard for you to stay quiet, it was hard for you to keep your lungs filled with air, your breathing should be audible now even at the other side of the door.

"Love?"

Your eyes were tearing up.

Satoru paused waiting for an answer but you couldn't mutter any.

"Baby, I'm going in." His tone deeper, not wanting to play his usual façade anymore. He tried pushing the door open again. You pushed your whole weight against it to keep it close.

A hiccup.

No.

No, no, no. Be quiet.

You bit your lip.

Love, please just give me a moment. You prayed to yourself.

A ruffling sound, then he knocked twice.

"Baby, what's wrong, would you let me in, please?", he asked softly.

Please, just wait. Why can’t you wait until I’m ready?

"I'm okay!" You repeated. "Just give me a second."

On the other side Satoru heard your voice tremble.

Fuck.

He buried his hands on his hair and pulled.

Fuck.

He knew he should have kept bothering you about it. You still looked like you were in shock, you were still clearly processing what had happened.

Earlier that day he was told about a case he had to look into. It was a silly little curse, they said, but because there was no one else available they asked Satoru to go, and because he wanted to take you out on a whim, he called you to come along with him.

He was so busy playing around with the weird looking thing, putting on a show for you, that he didn’t notice anything odd about it until later on.

It had the general shape of a human except with longer arms and legs. It moved slowly so as not to lose its balance because of its long limbs. In a rush of excitement as your eyes were glued to him, he moved around it and used his flashiest kicks and punches. He was usually childish for the fun of it, but knowing how much it made you laugh, sometimes it got to his head and turned him actually stupid.

He was more aware of where you were and where you were looking at than he was aware of the curse. He noticed that something was about to go wrong from your expression first rather than by seeing it by himself.

When he turned his head around to look back at the curse it had doubled in size. He was in a jump midair and trying to process what was happening, it took him a second longer to realize that it had suddenly launched at you two with greater strength. At that moment, he was in an awkward position to stop it and whatever move he made would be delayed by a fraction.

He saw it as it happened in slow motion.

It was something outside of your league.

It was suddenly so much faster and wilder, nothing like the slow guy he had been dancing around a second ago.

It noticed the difference in power and you being the most vulnerable of the two.

You and Satoru were separated by a considerable distance. Its form morphed once again. It moved forward, opening a mouth full of raiser teeth, and splitted into two. One half moved in Satoru’s direction and tried to corner him, and the other— jumped aiming at your throat.

Satoru saw red.

When he came back to himself, the woods burned and there was a gaping hole on the earth where the curse had been. He turned around to ask you if you were okay, and as soon as he did his blood went cold. Your eyes were wide open, one hand covering your mouth, the other holding your stomach. Horror.

He was no stranger to that look. Many people looked at him as if he were a monster after they realized what he could do with so little effort. He enjoyed it, sometimes. He didn’t care most of the time. But now he realized he had made a terrible mistake.

Truth be told, when you came about he started to be a little wary of it. He wasn’t hiding it, his reputation preceded him, you were meant to find out about it sooner or later. He was just more cautious. He tried to not overdo it anymore, especially in front of you; he would make up excuses so you couldn’t come with him to certain missions and he would keep a close eye on the noisiest pair of elders so they wouldn’t run their mouths in front of you.

After you came into his life, the title of the strongest was more annoying than ever. Hunting, even. It caught your interest, it always caught everyone’s interest, but how many could look at him the same before and after witnessing what it actually meant?

His heart beated heavily on his chest.

He untangled his fingers from his hair, clearing the lump on his throat, making sure to keep his tone non-threatening.

“I’m not going to open it, baby. You can come out when you’re ready. I will sit right here, yeah?”

Nothing.

Satoru pressed his eyes closed, thinking full speed what he should do next. He was surprised by the rush of adrenaline that embedded his system. His body was instinctively ready to kick the door open but he held himself back. He had to keep a cool head, he needed to avoid scaring you further.

Think.

A sob came out from the bathroom.

No. No, please, don’t cry.

“Love, please. Let me give you a hug. Open the door for me.”

He had been too careless. He needed to apologize properly. He needed to see you and reassure you that he loved you more than anything and he would never hurt you. But at the same time –he realized– he was scared to see that same expression on your face again.

He held both hands to each side of the door frame, letting his head fall. What you two had was still fragile, it was still too early for a problem this size.

He was scared.

He had no right to try to hold you back just yet when this didn't even have a name. He was sure he wanted to keep you with him, he had known for a long time before he approached you to ask for a first date.

It was delicate.

Gojo Satoru was a god, they named him that and so stripped him away from his humanity; like so, he grew up empty. He was scared you could see that, how far away he was from human.

It was dangerous, for you and for him since no matter how many people talked about the lengths of his powers he came to know by experience that there were many things he could still not reach nor control. So many people wanted so much from him, and he attracted so many others with ill intents. On his darkest night he felt the strings that picked at his skin, holding to his limbs. An all powerful puppet.

But he met you and he was fool enough to think he could try.

He placed his hand against the door and called your name in a whisper.

“Please, please, open the door, love.”

But could he really let you go without giving a fight if you rejected him?

“I'm sorry. Please give me another chance. Please talk to me.”

Could he fight this greed that grew on his chest everytime he was around you?

“I would never, ever hurt you–”

His voice cracked.

He felt pathetic.

The reporter talking on TV warned the public of intense rains to come, and the most powerful sorcerer felt his eyes prickling and gritted his teeth.

Around you he didn't feel like the titan that people talked about and recoiled from. He was the Satoru that had been lost along the halls of the Gojo estate as a little kid, and the Satoru that was healed and held before he lost half of his soul later on. He felt complete again. Person again.

But what if he lost all of it. Again. Because of all his power. Again.

His head fell forward as the door opened, just an inch, taking him by surprise. Your eye picked through the crack, your cheek was covered in tears.

He blinked and stared, feeling his heart break by seeing you like this.

“Hello.” He said, a lame attempt to break the silence.

“I'm fine, I promise.” Your voice trembled on every word.

He sighed painfully.

Satoru straightened his posture and held a hand to the door. You visibly trembled and gave a step back, you looked like you wanted to protest but didn't say anything.

He opened the door completely and stepped into the bathroom. You followed his every move with your eyes, you tried to fight back the worst of your instincts, the ones that told you that this man could always do as he wished with you and you wouldn't be able to escape it.

He moved his arms up and you guessed he was going to go for a hug. It was hard for you to reciprocate just now, so instead you closed your eyes and nodded, to let him know it was okay.

But you didn't expect to be hugged by the waist, his head on your stomach.

You opened your eyes with confusion. Satoru was kneeling over the bathroom floor, hugging your legs with his head buried on your towel.

“I swear” he said in all seriousness, “I will never hurt you.”

He squished a little bit more, almost making you fall out of balance.

“I swear”, he repeated.

You felt his desperate grip, and as his fear sinked in, your's wavered, and you could finally feel how truly wrong you were about fearing this man.

“Satoru…” you called.

“Mhmm?” He said but didn't look up the way you wanted to so you could see his dazzling eyes.

You buried one hand in his silk hair and carefully ran your fingers through it. “Love, look at me.”

He refused, pressing his face harder against you.

You kneeled instead. There were you, with your face covered in tears with nothing but a towel, and Satoru with wet sweatpants on the damped floor and refusing to let you see him. You hugged him and felt his heart beating fast against his chest matching your's.

“I am the one who is sorry.” You whispered.

He held you with all his strength, almost leaving you out of air.

“I believe you. I don't know why I reacted that way. But I promise I believe you and that won't happen again.”

His breath shook against the skin of your neck. You run your fingers along his nape, reassuring him. He nodded and kissed your neck before ultimately raising his head and looking at you.

There were no tears but his eyes shined brighter. You held his face with both hands and brought him down so your noses would touch. The way he looked at you with those eyes, as if you were the most precious thing he had ever seen. You saw it clear as day, you had nothing to fear.

You moved closer so your lips would touch just slightly, “I love you, Satoru”, you said.

“I love you too”, he whispered.

#jjk #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #angst #gojo x reader #🍰-- short fic

[naamahdarling]

05/18/22

Are you looking for a gorgeous, friendly, impossible mess of a void cat and have a home where you have no other pets? Boy have I got the guy for you!

Meet Etrigan, a 10yo DSH and one of the sweetest, goofiest voids I've ever met.

We are in the Tulsa, Oklahoma area and can drive 3 hours one way to place him, or arrange transport south as far as San Antonio!

Right now, in-person meetings at our home aren't possible, unfortunately, but if you are nearby we could let him visit your place.

He needs a new home because he doesn't get along with his brothers and is desperately unhappy here, and this has manifested in recent aggressive behavior. In a home without other pets, he would be fine.

He also has some tummy issues and is on prescription food to try to help control it.

He comes with all his shots, a clean bloodwork panel and bill of health, and exhaustive vet records going back to his adoption at a few months old. His tummy issues and a kittenhood respiratory infection aside, he has and always has had excellent health.

First, the good:

He will cuddle you in bed or lay in your lap as long as you will let him. His favorite snuggle is the Leg Hole. If you sit down and you put your feet together or loosely cross your legs, he will plunge awkwardly into your crotch with an enthusiasm that you have probably never experienced. It's actually quite charming, although sometimes he burps.

He fetches eagerly, although not always well. He's extremely playful and energetic and loves puzzle toys and activity trays and feather wands.

If you give him a window in the bedroom, he will sit so that the sun strikes him. Then he will carry all the light and all the hope of the morning to you in his fur, without you even having to get out of bed.

He loves to be sung to. His favorite songs are Asleep at Last by the Wailin' Jennies, and Forever Young. Not the Rod Stewart one, the other one.

He has one naked heel, in the back, where the gods dipped him in the River of A**holes. There is usually one white hair on his forehead.

The downsides:

He is aggressive with other cats and is not cut out for a rowdy household with kids. He must be an indoor cat, no exceptions.

He is a food thief and trash bandit. Just be prepared for his EXTREME food-seeking behavior. He will go after food you wouldn't expect. Like grape stems or tomatoes or lettuce. You will need to store things in the fridge or a latched pantry. He can open drawers.

And he's a pooper. At least twice a day, every day, he considerately lets you know very stinkily and with many loud farts, that he is not constipated. Isn't that nice?

He requires an enormous litter box, possibly with a Popemobile splash guard. Sometimes he poops outside the box, but that may be related to the considerable amount of stress that he is under having to share the house with four other cats he absolutely despises.

He's been checked by our vet, who can find no reason for him to be the worst pooper ever. He needs a specialist, which we can't afford.

Then there's his hair-trigger anal glands. If you put pressure on the backs of his thighs, he sometimes releases something that smells like Satan's Taco Bell shits. The vet thinks if his tummy issues could be improved, more solid poops would help him stop violating the Geneva Convention's policy against chemical warfare. I'm not sure. I think it's just who he is as a person. You learn to work around it.

So that's our guy. A guy I love so much I can't stand it. And because I love him, I need to rehome him

Reaching the decision to re-home him has been agonizing. We have tried meds. We have worked with the three-vet team at our clinic, and with two feline behavior specialists, and they all agree, as do we, that the best thing for him is to put him with someone new who can look after his needs better. He is so desperately unhappy right now. And we are desperate to help him.

So please, if you could spread the word so we can find him a good home? And if you think you can handle his issues and be that good home, please message me.

All I ask is that you care for him, sing to him, give him a good window and a lot of play, and keep him by your side. What any cat deserves, even a blasphemous food-stealing shit-cannon like him.

PM me here or email at [email protected], and we can discuss getting you hooked up with your very own...whatever this is.

Thank you, and spread the word.

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

I think A LOT about Soap trying to give back the childhood Ghost lost. (Part 6)

Task Force 141 were sent to take care of a dangerous individual sighted in an urban area. It turned out to be a false alarm, but now they were scattered in pairs around the whole neighborhood. 

Soap and Ghost were walking mindlessly around apartments, waiting for the info about an exfil location. It was a chilly night, almost 3 am. And Soap thanked the Gods for not putting some drunk individuals coming back from pubs on their way. He could imagine the panic they would cause. Two fully geared-up men with guns having a walk around. Nothing weird.

They passed by a playground and Soap was suddenly struck with an idea.

"Let's sit down, Lt.. There is no point in walking around."

"I guess." Ghost went to sit on a bench, but Soap had different plans. He grabbed him by the handle on his backpack and gently tugged in the direction of swings. "The fuck are you doing, Sergeant?" Ghost growled.

"Let's sit on the swings."

"Why would I want to sit there, when there is a perfectly fine and stable bench?"

Soap smirked and took out his gun and shot the bench. "It's broken." A few windows lighted up, people probably got startled out of sleep by the loud sound.

Ghost looked at him absolutely bewildered, eyes wide behind the mask. "You are insane."

"Just desperate." 

Now Ghost let himself be led to the swings, because everyone knew that Ghost was ruthless but no one knew what an absolute menace Soap was. Ghost decided not to test it for his own good. They sat down, Soap immediately started to swing himself.

"God, ah' didn't do that for years, forgot how fun it is." He swung higher and higher, while Ghost sat perfectly still. "When was the last time ye were on a playground?"

Ghost laughed bitterly and ducked his head. Soap was so innocently unaware of how really bad Ghost's childhood was. Ghost only told him snippets of information, when he felt generous or sometimes the sergeant just made him feel like sharing. No one else had that influence on him.

"Probably never." Ghost sighed.

Soap stopped swinging and looked at him, eyes filled with an emotion Ghost couldn't place. He just hoped it wasn't pity, that was the last thing he wanted Soap to feel for him.

And the Scott wasn't pitying him at all, he was on a mission. He got off his swing and stood behind Ghost pulling on the swing's chains to pull the man back. He was honestly impressed by himself that he managed that, with Ghost being a huge lad with heavy gear on him.

"Don't." Ghost said sternly.

But he should know by now that Soap always does and gets what he wants- Soap pushed him.

"Soap!" It had to be a very sturdy swing since it didn't break under his weight, but he could feel the whole construction pivot slightly. From all of Soap's ideas, this one did not make him feel good.

"Johnny stop!"

And he did, immediately after he heard his name he grabbed the chains- stopping the swing. Ghost stood up and hunched over, putting his hands on his knees. The motion made him sick.

"Simon are you ok? I didn't mean to-"

Ghost took a couple of deep breaths and then gestured for Soap to come closer to him.

"Ghost, are you going to be sick?" Soap panicked. But when he got to his lieutenant's side and put his hand on his back Ghost met him with a furious glare. He got kicked in the shin with a heavy boot.

"Fuck! For what?!" John grabbed his leg, which is going to bruise so badly.

"You asked for it."

"Ok, yeah, yeah… I did. Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"I know, just don't do that anymore or it might be your last day." Ghost wanted to be mad, he really did but he also knew that he would let anyone else even put him on the swing in the first place. 

"Understood, sir."

"I need to sit down, Johnny."

"Yes, right. Come on." Soap led Ghost to a small desk over a sand pit- since, you know, his bullets split the bench in half. They both sat on it. "Man, Gaz would never believe me if I told him you get motion sickness." Soap chuckled and bumped their shoulders together.

"You tell him and he will have to die, Soap."

"Your secrets are safe with me, Lt." Soap shuffled the sand with his shoes. "So you probably never build a sand castle, huh?"

Ghost shook his head.

Soap buried his hands in the sand and started to form something. The shape looked pretty miserable since he didn't have any sand buckets. 

It was so nice to sit together with the chilly breeze ruffling Soap mohawk. As his superior, Ghost should tell him to trim it shorter but Ghost also really wanted to run his hands through it. So he never did. 

Ghost looked at Soap for a second and buried his gloved hands in sand as well.

Soap smiled, he was always ecstatic when he didn't have to prompt Ghost to do something just 'because'. It was nice to see the man let go for a moment. What they created looked… questionable to say the least. But the sand was dry and Ghost didn't really knew what to do. 

"Looks like shit." Ghost stated.

"Aye, but it has the spirit." Soap desperately tried to defend their sand 'castle' when suddenly their coms cracked.

"Ghost, Soap exfil will be in 5 on street 12." Price's voice sounded from the speakers.

"We are coming." They both got up and started walking.

"I promise to take you to a beach once we get a leave. We will build a proper sand castle." 

And even if Ghost knew that going on leave was the last thing he would do, the sheer idea of it made him smile under the mask. Soap wanted to spend his leave with Ghost which made him irrationally happy.

Hope you all like it <3 I for some reason struggled a little with that one as I had a problem with figuring out how to put them both in this situation- hence bench-crushing bullets :D We don't care too much for realism in this house.

Idea from @u5an5 <3

#soapghost #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #soap mctavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap x ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost #ghost has feelings #ghostsoap fluff #ghostsoap fanfic #inspired by my mom hating swings #cod mw2 #bltn soapghost fic

[dreadsuitsamus]

The Reunion | Renji Abarai x Reader |

author's note: this is for @actuallysaiyan, and it's a week or so late lol but here it is, finished. i hope you feel better, bacon, and that it stays that way 🩷 and special thank you to @yeowangies, who supported me on this when i felt it wasn't right. thank you, vero!! 🩷🩷 this is part of the mechanic au, and is chronologically the first out of all i've written so far.

pairing: renji abarai x fem!reader

warnings: a slight bit of angst but far more comfort

You’ve been staring at the email for a good little while now, having blanked out sometime ago as memories and past feelings of dread rise up your spine. Somehow it’s already been ten years since your graduation from high school, and it’s around that time for a good ole reunion, apparently. The mere idea of going back and seeing those people, the ones that made the experience worse than it needed to be and even those that didn’t particularly do anything to you, is less preferable than using cinder blocks for pillows. High school could’ve been worse, and historically for many it was in comparison to your time in those final years of school, but it never left a good flavor in your mouth. Perhaps it’d be different if you’d managed to find a clique to be part of and shape the way you looked at things, but it always felt like nobody really wanted you around, and as such you were a loner.

Things haven’t changed much ten years later.

The sudden sound of plastic crinkling startles a gasp from you alongside a slew of goosebumps down your spine. Somehow you hadn’t heard the garage door open and the heavy footsteps of your mechanic’s steel-toed boots stomping to the small kitchen area. Renji perks a brow, pausing just as he’s about to toss the bag of popcorn into the microwave. “Head in the clouds today, eh?”

Shaking what’s left of the scare away, you close out the email forwarded to you. “Sorry… Just got caught up and didn’t hear you come in.”

“Must be something heavy if you didn’t hear me.” You’ve chided Renji for just how noisy he is many times, ever since you partnered up with him to run his shop just over a year ago and have lost count of how many times you’ve been on the phone with a customer and they could hear the sounds of Renji yelling in the shop.

“I don’t know if heavy is the word for it. It’s stupid, really… But some things are hard to let go of even ten years later.” You murmur the last part to yourself more than to Renji, and he soon settles into his usual chair in front of your desk with his freshly popped snack.

“Well, what is it?” He gathers up a handful of popcorn, dropping in a few pieces into his mouth and chewing expectantly, raising a brow at your hesitation. You were fine the last time he came up here! What could’ve happened in the two hours he’s been hard at work in the garage?

Sighing, you pull the email up again. “My high school reunion is coming soon.”

“Oh. And… it’s a bad thing?” He asks carefully, considering each word with more finesse than when he does electrical work. Oh god, are you about to enter some weird, way too early midlife crisis?? He can already barely handle you while on your period, he’ll never survive this—

“I mean, I guess it isn’t? Or it shouldn’t be. I dunno… High school wasn’t really great for me.” Your lips twist as that sinking, dismal feeling claws back into your gut.

Renji shuffles more popcorn into his hand. “I don’t think it was for most people, really. ‘S why I dropped out and started this up.”

“I wasn’t really bullied or anything. I just always felt like I didn’t belong, y’know? Nobody really talked to me or got to know me, and I kinda just stopped trying after a point. I had a few friends I’d made, but never ones that I’d meet outside of school or anything like that. I never went to the dances or football games, or even the skating rink when I was in middle school and that was the thing middle schoolers did every Friday night. And going to this reunion, I think it’d just… Be more of the same. I don’t wanna feel that way again. I doubt anyone would even remember me!”

Who could forget a face like that? Renji thinks to himself. “‘S up to you. When is it?”

“The end of next month.”

The redhead nods thoughtfully, dumping the last of the popcorn into his palm. “Let’s make a deal. You go to that reunion, and I’ll be your plus one.”

“You sure? It’s probably gonna be boring…”

“I’m a dropout, so ‘s not like I’m getting any other opportunity to be bored to tears and watch guys that peaked in high school football reminisce about how they almost got to go pro. C’mon, chin up! If it’s no good, we’ll make it good. Okay?”

A warm feeling pushes out the nastiness in your tummy and a warm smile replaces the unsure pout on your lips. “Alright. We’ll go to this stupid thing.”

The corner of his mouth perks up a tad. “I can even pretend to be part of the British monarchy to shake things up, if you want.”

“Ren, no.” A giggle bubbles at the mere idea of Renji attempting any sort of British accent. And this guy, the one with tattoos that start at his forehead and go all the way down to his ankles, playing royalty?? Only a fool would believe him!

Though thinking about it further after Renji’s head back into the shop to finish the day off, you surmise that it’s not entirely impossible that you attended school with just the idiots that would think a foreign prince is at their ten year high school reunion, and on your arm!

The day comes quicker than you’d hoped. It’s been a miserable slog to prepare for (figuring out what to wear to a ten-year reunion was far more difficult than it had any right to be!) but with the help of Renji’s assurance over the last few weeks, you’re quite calm as you add the final touches to your hair, makeup and outfit. He’s on his way now to pick you up, surely in one of his restored classic cars to add just a little bit of style to your entry, and your heart thumps quickly in the face of his impending arrival. Having been a friend and business partner of Renji for over a year now, you still haven’t spent much time in these sort of scenarios together— this could almost be a date. Your cheeks scorch at the thought of your friendship with Renji taking that sort of turn. It’s unlikely at best and absolutely impossible at worst! Your threads just can’t cross like that, even if the attraction was there. Too much rides on the line of your professional relationship, and to lose that would lead to a litany of problems that would only drag you right back into the messes he and you both were in back when you first met.

Cracking down as your curious mind almost starts contemplating the what-ifs, the doorbell is ringing with Renji waiting on the other side. His grin nearly blinds you, though the roaring of wanton blood rushing through you overwhelms all of your other senses. Here this man is, handsome and sweet-smelling and on your doorstep.

For a non-romantic evening spent around your former high school peers. It’s a wonder how life manages to keep kicking you while you’re down.

“Hey, you ready to go? You look great.” Those warm eyes of his are hungry and he’s not afraid to show it. You opted for a tried and true classic in the form of the little black dress, and while it’s no trendsetter or daring attempt to make any statements, it’s certainly going to draw eyes. Renji’s got half the mind to ditch the dumb reunion entirely and take you out somewhere more deserving of such beauty— alas, he doesn’t tend to frequent any place that isn’t his garage or a dive bar, and it’s not what he’s been asked to do anyway.

And getting the opportunity to take you on a date is something he can only achieve in his daydreams.

“Me? Let’s talk about you for a second!” A flirty giggle bubbles up. This is the first time you’ve seen his hair down and it’s gorgeously spilling over the shoulders of his deep green suit jacket that compliments him like no other color you’ve seen him wear. He’s delicious, tantalizing, so radiant and, criminally, is not here for any of the things you’re wishing he’s here for. “Goodness, Ren, you look amazing!”

Renji’s cheeks dust a rosy shade. “Had to clean up nice for you. The foreign prince offer is still on the table, after all.”

Snorting, your purse is hooked over your shoulder while you step beside him and lock the front door behind you. “No, it isn’t.”

“You’ve never had fun a day in your life!” Renji’s pout is pitiful, but quickly wiped away as he leads you to the car. Your assumption of his vehicle of choice was right, the exterior particularly shiny after a fresh coat of wax Renji applied earlier today. You’re certainly set to turn heads when you arrive at the country club the reunion is held at!

Your palms begin to feel clammy as Renji closes your door and crosses over to the driver’s side. The club is about a twenty minute drive away, maybe thirty if there’s traffic, and then you’ll be face to face with your graduating class. Have they been successful? Will they remember you? You can’t decide if it’s for the best or not if they have no ideas about you. What will keep them from shutting you out like they had ten years ago?

Renji’s curved knuckle taps beneath your chin, guiding you to look over at him. The car is small, and your proximity to your mechanic as such is far closer than you’ve ever been. His breath is minty, fanning warmly over your skin as his deep voice coaxes at you gently. “Hey... Relax. This is only gonna be as bad as you let it be. High school didn’t mean anything back then and it damn sure isn’t gonna mean anything now.”

“I don’t wanna feel left out again.” You whisper with glossy eyes and a wobbly lip that threatens to ruin your makeup.

“You’re not gonna be left out! I’m gonna be there the entire time, right by your side. We’re gonna drink and talk to people and have a good time. Don’t psych yourself out, okay??” He murmurs sweetly, and he may as well be chanting don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry over and over with that look on his face. He’s really the biggest sweetheart despite what your first impression of him had you thinking way back when—  a pretty girl in tears may as well be his kryptonite!

“Promise?” You blink away your tears with a sniffle, and Renji’s lips curl into a smile.

“I promise. And you know it’s true because I’m a terrible liar. Just trust me and it’ll all be over before you know it.” He winks at you and turns to start the car up, and the fears in your chest fade away rather than strengthen the closer you get to the venue. What’s there to truly be afraid of? You’re in a beautiful car alongside a wonderful, handsome man that's doing his best to make you happy. A smile blooms on your lips, and you give Renji a strong hug upon exiting the car.

“Thank you, Renji.”

His cheeks blush the brightest pink, clashing awfully with his scarlet hair as his strong arms loop around you tightly. “Hey… Anytime.”

After parting, Renji offers his arm up to you, and you gladly take it! Walking into this reunion on the arm of a handsome man was the last thing you planned on doing when you first got the email, but for once life has decided to give you lemonade rather than lemons.

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[heartfullofleeches]

howdy, can i request yandere exorciste x ghoul(the mythologic one not the anime xd) reader? btw i luv your blog, keep it up 👍

Yandere male x gn Ghoul Reader

Word count:1.5k

Warning: animal death

“This the place?”

The air is heavy with the smell of smoke; embedded in the seats of a yellow car stopped on a desolate road. The engine remains stationary, ready to peel out of there as soon as possible. A single bill of currency slides between the gas separating the front and back compartments.

“Yes, thank you. Keep the change.”

The passenger exits the vehicle as soon as a hand tugs on the other side of the paper. It speeds off before the door handle can click shut; leaving the man in a cloud of smog on an already foggy night. Brief case in hand, he faces the building behind him. A two story house; lone on its block – cut from the outside world by steel gates and walls of stone. A winding path creates a further difference, green fields covering the plot. The man presses a button on a panel at the front gate, alarm buzzing before there’s a click- and someone speaks. 

“Hello?” 

“Good evening. I’m Johann David, here for the -"

“Yes, I know. I’ll let you in.”

The gate pops open without so much as a creak. Johann enters and begins his journey up the hill. The concrete is wet; grass freshly watered. Patches of dead earth were sprinkled through the field. No light left the house except for ones on its porch and from the window closest to the door. Johann knocks, door opening a crack as an eye peers out at him. The home owner looks him up and down as if assuming he wasn’t who he claimed, before deciding he seemed fine and pulling the door open fully.

A man stand at the door, face grim and eyes heavy with lack of sleep. A woman clings onto his arm, just as exhausted – if not closer to passing out right there. They both look to the man at their door, trying to keep their eyes from the scar that peaked from his collar.

“Thank you for coming, Father. We didn’t know who else to call.”

Johann flashes a reassuring smile. “It may be for the best. May I enter?”

The couple stands aside and allow him to come inside. Each holds a flashlight in hand.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are all the lights out?”

“It… doesn’t like the light. It moves around a lot more when they’re off. You should be able to hear it better… Can we walk while we talk?”

“Certainly..” Johann joins the pair in walking down the nearby corridor. “So what makes you believe that this is something that requires my… area of expertise?”

“We’ve seen it before.. It’s not like any beast we’ve ever seen. It’s almost.. human.”

“And why didn’t you call law enforcements first?”

“We tried.. At first they didn’t listen, and when they did they left us on our own.”

“Can you describe what it looks like?”

“It's so fast I could barely catch a glimpse. It has grey skin… These.. black teeth. It lets out a terrible snarl. Oh god.. Our daughter used to feed the small animals that crossed our land, and we havent seen any in weeks. ” 

The woman breaks down crying, her husband soon to comfort. In the time, Johann surveys the walls they past. Floral wallpaper was home to many forms of art. Framed china, small statues, vintage paintings. One sticks out to him amongst the others. A hand painting of a small family consisting of a father, mother and their young son. The parents hold pastured smiles while the boy's lips remained thin. He seemed to be looking elsewhere – far beyond the painting. A blue ring hung around his ring finger, few sizes too big for his hand.

“Where did you get this?” He questions.

“Huh? Oh, we found it in the attic. I guess the past owners left it behind.”

“I see..”

“We’re here…”

The group finally reach their destination. A wooden door when an aged handle, standing at the end of the hall. The husband passes his flashlight off to Johann, his eyes never meeting his – afraid of the reality they’d face if he didn’t return. Fearing the guilt of leaving another man to die. 

“There’s a window down there, but use this if you need it… For our safety, we will lock the door after you go down there. We hope you understand. “

“I do.”

He unlocks the door; foul smell blowing from the depths below. They all recoil from it – the scent of rot and death. Taking his final breath of fresh air, Johann takes his first steps into the basement. He hears the turn of a lock behind him, taking more without a second thought. His eyes adjust to the darkness by the time he reaches the end of the stairs, clutter and debris filling his line of sight. He grips the cross around his neck and begins his search for the beast.

The area is large, made a maze by the rows of shelves blocking a clear path. Johann turns on the flashlight, keeping it low to the ground. Spots of red begin to dot the white concrete. The smell worsening with each step past them. The clashing of teeth hiss in the air. He remains unbothered; keen on finishing his mission. He comes across the window the couple spoke of, and it was there that he saw it. The creature from his dreams.

A rabbit’s blank, beady eyes stare up at him; it’s brown coat dyed in the crimson of its blood. The creature looms over, eating at its exposed organs. It’s skin was a blueish grey, clinging to the bones of it inhumanly long limbs. It’s long tongue slurped at the blood like a starving man. Johann's heart races. He removes the cross from his neck, and places it on a shelf – barely able to speak.

“Face me…

The creature whips its head in his direction. It lowers its body closer to the ground, growling. It begins to sniff the air, relaxing; as if it recognized something in the man before it. It grins madly, wiping blood off its black fangs with the back of its hand.

“Hello… Father. It seems you’ve finally earned the title.” 

Its voice was still the same.

“Please. Call me, Johann.. Y/n..”

You tilt your head, eyes lowering in recollection. “It’s been a while since anyone’s called me that. Doesn’t matter, much. I won’t be them for much longer.”

You stand up. Despite your recent meal, your ribcage was protruding from your flesh. An abnormality even for even with the state you were currently in. Johann grimaces. He can’t bear the sight.

“How long has it been since you’ve eaten human flesh?”

You think for a moment. “Since my parents died. Or right after you left. I can’t remember. Getting pretty hungry though. Maybe you can be my first victim.”

Johann looks away. He never wanted to leave you. Not even after the truth of your parent’s horrible actions came out. Not even when you visited him that night; when you should have been in your grave. Losing you was like losing a part of his soul, and when he got you back he was like a miracle from a cruel, twisted God. 

“I never stopped loving you, Y/n. I gave into my family's wishes because I knew I could see you again some day if I took this path.”

“So you could kill me?”

“So I can make up for the mistakes of the past.”

Johann pulls a ring from his pocket, and its twin. Heirlooms from both of your families, exchanged when you became engaged as a young age. You were always meant to be, and you both looked forward to the future; broken only by the sins of your kin. They had a fear of death, doing anything possible to achieve everlasting life – no matter how many fell for the cause. You became a test subject, and the only one to make an unwilling deal with the devil.

“You can’t be serious. All the pain I’ve caused.. all I will cause. Just send me to hell where I belong.”

“The only pain that lingers is the pain of not having you at my side. Y/n I am willing to give anything to have you once more, even at the cost of my life.”

He kneels before you, like a sinner at prayer; rolling the sleeve of his shirt up and offering you his flesh. He clings onto your cold skin, pleading up to you. 

“Y/n, please. I love you. I don’t want to lose you again.”

You sink to his side. His eyes lock with your blank ones; beautiful as jewels to him. You take him in your arms. He goes limp. Finally at peace. Finally able to close his tired eyes and rest. He feels you lift his arm. He feels your teeth in his flesh, but he remains still. Tear free the strings of his heart and he would still remain. The one demon he would never free from his life

-

“I’m going down there.”

“Honey, no!”

“It’s been too long. I’ll be back.”

The husband unlocks the door. He enters the empty basement and searches for the priest. He finds him in the arms of the demon, arm speared by its fangs. Despite the flesh being torn from his limb, he smiles in absolute euphoria.

“The exorcism is almost complete..”

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

London Will Burn - Chapter Eleven.

I'm so sorry it's late, guys! Blame my Chromebook, it just didn't want to do it. Agh! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, as always :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

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Words - 4,505

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

The wind was chilly against his cheeks as he walked through the park, but otherwise, March had arrived in a bloom of sunshine, Sean knowing he was early, but designing it that way. Being late would likely aggravate the mother of his child, and he didn’t want to give her further reason to stack against her dislike of him. 

Geniality and Sean didn’t often go hand in hand, but he was learning that in this instance, they truly had to. He had to make nice for Tiger, to even stand a chance of being included in her life. Lateness would be frowned upon by her mother, very much so. Again, it was yet another thing Rin held over him now in terms of power, and by god, did it piss him off.  

It irked him because he knew she likely derived much pleasure from it. Even more so that he deserved it.  

He did hope that they could move forward away from it all now, though, now they’d had it out with one another. His hopes were for a smooth relationship in co-parenting their daughter, and he wasn’t about to let his ego get in the way of that, regardless of what she would do with her own.  

Sitting down on the bench outside of the small, gated off playground area, he scanned the surroundings, seeing that he wasn’t the only one who had arrived early. There she was, being pushed on a swing by her mum, demanding she be sent higher into the air. 

He’d been much the same himself at six.  

“Come on, little mouse.” Halting the swinging when she spied Sean, Rin lifted her from the seat, taking her hand. “Look, mummy’s friend is here, and look at the lovely dog he’s brought with him to see you, too!” 

He couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he watched her drag her mum over the woodchip and out of the gate, impatient to reach him. Well, he sensed her excitement was more focused upon Butch, who sat with his ears pricked.  

“Hi! I’m Tiger, who are you and what’s your dog called?” 

Straight to the point, no messing around. Apples and trees and all that. “I’m Sean, and this is Butch.” 

“Hi, Sean. Hi, Butch! Is he friendly, can I stroke him?” 

Her enthusiasm continued to delight him. God, she was so cute. “He is, and yes you may.” 

“Awww, he’s really soft! Mummy, feel his head!”  

Rin obliged, reaching to stroke his crinkles. “He is, isn’t he? What a sweet boy. Hello, Butch, hello!” She smiled, turning to Sean. “You don’t strike me as the dog type at all. Who did you borrow him from?” 

“Nobody,” he confirmed, rooting in his pocket. “Tiger, hold your hand out and ask him to give you his paw and he shall. Then reward him with this.” He placed the treat into her hand, Butch almost cracking the ground with the thump of his sit. “He’s my dog,” he then continued, Rin arching an eyebrow in surprise.  

“Paw!” the child asked, Butch obediently placing it upon her hand. “Good boy!” The treat was fed, Tiger giggling with mirth. “Sean, can I walk him, please?”  

“Of course.” He then turned to her mother. “She’ll be fine, he’s impeccably well behaved. I’ll hang onto the top of the lead, just in case of pigeons.” 

“Alright.” They got up, Sean handing the first handle loop upon the long lead to Tiger, keeping hold of the last one himself as they set off along the path. “Tiger, don’t run. Just walk nicely with him,” she instructed, her daughter turning to poke out her tongue, Rin returning the gesture. She then turned to Sean, who’s smile was yet to diminish. “She’s lovely, isn’t she?” 

He pointed at her, swallowing a lump in his throat. “I can’t believe something that beautiful came from me. She’s... luminous. She’s so bold and confident. It’s a lot to take in, so pardon me if I’m at a loss for further words.” 

Rin smiled. “It’s fine. I’d say I get it, but I don’t. I’ve been with her since the start whereas you haven’t.” 

A darkness crossed his features, but it quickly vanished. “I wish I had been.” 

“I know.” Seeing him there, the way he reacted to their child, it was the Sean she had come to know seven years before. If she was honest, she wished he had been there, too. It would have been too much of an ask, though, for her to have let him back in at that time. To make sure she did not was why she’d ended up in Africa, after all. Her parents had wanted her and the baby as far away from Sean Wallace as they could physically get them.  

“So, tell me about her,” he requested, turning to look down at Rin. She seemed far away for a moment, her frown eventually lifting as she brought herself back from it, the exile to Africa, from looking at her newborn and every day watching her grow more and more into the image of her father.  

“As you say, she’s very confident, very sure of herself. Because of her upbringing, she’s firmly rooted in nature. She was very confused at why she couldn’t go and play with the lion cubs at London Zoo when we visited recently, since of course she was able to fuss them back at the reserve when they were tiny. She’s settled well into school over here, but she does miss home, so I intend to take her back whenever time permits during half term. Her favourite things are anything artistic, and she enjoys reading.”  

Again, he had been much the same when he was six.  

An awkward silence followed, the two people who still held one another in varying degrees of contempt forced into civility for the sake of their child, both focusing upon her rather than one another.  

“So, why the dog?” Rin finally asked, nodding to where Butch trotted along obediently beside his new companion. 

Because his life had fallen apart and left him chronically lonely, with nobody other than a brother he only saw once a week and a sister even less than that, due to their conflicting schedules. He wasn’t about to reveal that, though. “I like dogs. I’ve been meaning to get one for a while, but obviously the last couple of years have not been the ideal time for facilitating such.” 

She snorted softly. “I’ll say.” Watching him fall from afar had given her pleasure for a time, and if she was honest, it still did. She wasn’t entirely made of stone, though. “I was sorry, to hear of your father’s fate.”  

“So was I, in the beginning.” His jaw tensed, remembering everything that had come from it, the life Finn had hidden from them all, how he had screwed them, screwed him, ultimately. His eyes met Rin’s, shame tightening his lips. “His true intentions softened the blow somewhat.” 

“You must be still reeling from it, I would imagine. If not him, then your mother’s duplicitous nature. Has she made attempts to reconnect with you?” 

His eyebrows knitted. “All the bloody time.”  

Marian was still around in their world, but not the capacity she had once been. She now worked for Ed, cast down in the pecking order by Rin herself, but with a close eye kept upon her, should she attempt to rise once more. “I cannot say I blame you for not wanting her back in your life. Not after what she did to you and Billy.” 

“Okay, that’s enough of the lamentation towards my fucking shattered family, Catherine,” he warned quietly, fixing her with a glare.  

She looked unfazed. “I’m not persisting to aggravate you, Sean. Truly, I have little else to talk to you about. The silence makes me uncomfortable.” 

“It never used to.” 

She scoffed, shaking her head. “A lot of things were different back then.”  

They just couldn’t help themselves, the little swipes, both frosting over and remaining silent, Tiger gladly breaking the tension after a terse couple of minutes. 

“Mummy, are we still going to feed the ducks?” 

“Yes, little mouse. Take a right when we reach these trees ahead,” she replied, pointing to where the footpath forked.  

“Sean, are you and Butch coming with us?” 

“We are, yes.” More silence followed, Sean feeling his insides unclench when Tiger began asking him questions, what he did for a job, how old Butch was, what was his house like, and then narrating to him all about her home back in Africa and how she preferred it there.  

He played nothing short of a captive audience while listening to her, remarking at how well she spoke, even for such a tender age. What got him the most, though, was when they arrived at the pond and she reached to grasp a dainty hand around his fourth and fifth fingers, marching him over to the edge where the ducks were waiting.  

“You go,” Rin offered, grabbing Butch’s lead, pulling a bag of defrosted peas out of her handbag and swapping them. “I’ll stay back here with the chunky fella, just in case his thoughts over ducks match those toward pigeons.” 

He widened his eyes. “Oh, trust me. They do.”  

She snickered softly, pulling back the excited dog when he began to strain against the hold of his harness, moving to a nearby bench to observe the interaction between father and daughter. It was a warming sight, watching the easy interaction, taking her by surprise from Sean’s perspective for sure. He took to it like the very birds upon the pond before them, crouching down as he pointed to the ducks, explaining what each type was to Tiger.  

“I like the swans, they’re so pretty!” 

“Very cantankerous, though.” 

“Sean, what does cant-cank... that word you just said mean?” 

He chuckled softly, reaching for another handful of peas. “Cantankerous means bad tempered, as swans usually are. Hear that noise? They’re hissing at the others because they want all of the peas for themselves.” 

“Bad swans!” Tiger admonished, “greedy birds! Pretty and greedy!” When the hissing offenders swam a little too close for comfort, she moved into his embrace, Sean lifting her into his arms as he stood, Tiger continuing to pelt the grateful ducks with the contents of the bag, the swans hissing abated slightly. “What’s that one over there, Sean? The one going under the water?” 

“Hmm, I don’t know if I’m honest. Shall we ask mummy?”  

Rin wasn’t sure why it was, exactly, but she felt her throat pinch at hearing him say that, Sean turning to her expectantly. “I’ll Google it.” She knew it was a Bufflehead, but needed a moment to compose herself from bursting into tears. “Bufflehead.” she called after a few moments, the lump in her throat swallowed down.  

“That’s a silly name,” Tiger mused, up ending the rest of the bag before handing it back to her dad. “Can we go back to the swings now, please?” 

“I don’t see why not.” he told her, placing her down. Once again, she grabbed his hand, Rin and Butch joining them as Tiger began to detail exactly which ducks she was going to draw once she arrived home. Immediately, the lump returned.  

“I must be fucking ovulating or something,” she thought, aghast at her own emotional vulnerability, witnessing what in truth was exactly what she had hoped for, a successful first meeting between Tiger and her father. “Fucking pull yourself together, Catherine.”  

Conveniently, Butch decided to lower his bum at the side of the path, Rin nicely distracted by the imminent poo to collect into a bag, taking one from the small reel clipped onto his lead.  

“You don’t have to clean up after my dog, Rin,” Sean spoke on approach. She had straightened with a knotted bag in no time, though, Butch kicking up grass and leaves in the wake of his deposit.  

“Well, I cleaned up your child’s shitty bum for the first two years until she was out of nappies, so cleaning up one dog turd is no big stretch,” she mentioned quietly, so those very little ears of said child did not overhear her statement.

He smiled, his eyebrows fluttering. “I would have done my share there, too. And the getting up during the night to tend to the obligatory newborn squealing.” 

She believed he would have, exchanging a gaze with him for a few moments, remembering the time so well. “There wasn’t much of that, she was a very good baby, very quiet.” Tiger had been, too. Sometimes Rin had even had to wake her for a feed or nappy change, so enamoured with sleep as the infant had been.  

“Perhaps she isn’t quite as like me as I thought.” His statement stirred her soft laughter, the three of them continuing to walk, Butch pottering along with his nose to the ground. “She is a credit to you, though. A very lovely child.”  

Thinning her lips, she nodded. “Thank you. I’m glad you’re both getting along.”  

They remained at the park for a further hour until the light began to fade, heading their separate ways, Rin stating that they could perhaps meet up again the following Saturday for lunch. Sean walked back to his car on a cloud he hadn’t felt in a long time, happiness abounding for having spent some time with his daughter, even though of course she had no clue over that. For him, it was good enough that he knew who he was to her. 

Rin had also been warmer with him for the most part, although of course they’d fallen into a little biting badinage here and there. He had to expect that, though. He had some serious work to do in order to be seen as anything more than A – the man who had sold her trust via such nefarious means in secretly filming them having sex or B – a man who hid money through his company for her. 

He had to be more than that.  

He’d failed at showing his father that he could be anything more than he’d once estimated. Sean knew as he drove away from the park, he would not fail another. Especially not his own daughter. Not that she was the one who had to see him in any other light, of course, but to have a proper relationship with her, it meant her mother did.  

His week passed in a blur of meetings, construction site attendance, trips to Birmingham and Manchester to meet with his new teams in both cities, Sean sitting at a table within a small restaurant just off the King’s Road before he knew it.  

“How did Birmingham go?” Rin asked, squeezing lemon over her calamari, shaking her head at her daughter, who had ordered the same and was biting into the wedge provided, Sean looking on in disbelief. “She likes sharp flavours.”  

“As it would appear.” Tiger noticed being watched, smiling a very gummy smile at her parents, missing another baby tooth since she’d seen her dad last. “Birmingham was successful. Greg Bennett isn’t nearly as difficult as others have made out to be, but a complete t-o-s-s-e-r all the same.”  

Rin was impressed, both at the spelling of bad language to save her daughter’s ears, and the fact Sean hadn’t been dented by the Birmingham project manager whom she’d heard so many mixed reviews over. A man great at his job, but with an insufferably arrogant attitude.  

Luckily, since she was the silent, illegitimate footing in the Wallace Corporation, and Sean the face of the legitimate side, she’d never have to deal with him. She couldn’t deny though, if he had returned and told her he’d been in any way irked by Greg’s demeanour, she’d probably have found a certain amount of Schadenfreude. The more mature side of her realised that wasn’t conducive for smoothly running business, though, so put aside her need to needle the father of her child for then, at least.  

She managed to do so whenever they met up for him to spend time with Tiger, as it began to become apparent with more of the meetings that passed, but in business? It was a different story entirely. Especially when Sean managed to score points over her for a change.  

The warehouses that bordered along the docks owned by Cavanagh Enterprises were deserted at 11pm, the time Rin had called a meeting between her and the figureheads of London’s underworld. A few forklifts shuttled around, carrying cargo, but far from the warehouse Sean walked into after stepping from his car, instructing the driver to wait. He’d been on his way home from a late business dinner when she had called, demanding his presence.  

Nodding to Sokoro and Silas, the latter patted him down for weapons, taking his gun from him before swinging the heavy door open, the only lights visible coming from the far side of the huge space, shining down into an area between the lined up packing crates. Once he arrived within it, he witnessed an already present Rin, along with Kingsley Adeoye, head of the Nigerian gangs and more notably, Lale, Ed and Luan as well as their various associates. Bar the latter, it was the first time he’d seen any of them in months. 

He viewed them all coolly with a nod, not expecting for Ed to move away and step to him.  

“If we can sweep the past behind us, Sean,” he began in earnest, his demeanour that of humbleness which matched his words. “For Alex, and for what we once had. A fresh slate?”  

His response was delivered just as coolly as his first glance. “Done away with your desires to see me dead and buried now, Ed?”  

He’d expected such, knowing Sean rarely forgave or forgot quite so easily. “Your value within our world has been reminded to me, shall we say. And once, you were valuable to me besides that. I would sincerely like for us to move forward once more.” 

“And the value of my mother to you?” Immediately, Ed looked uncomfortable, pausing in his retort. “I think there is too much water under the bridge to begin sweeping that past away for now.” Stepping around him, he moved to the far corner to stand away from the rest, feeling the stare of Lale boring into the side of his head.  

Fantastic. Two scorned lovers and a man he’d once thought of as an uncle trying to make good once again. He wished he’d turned his phone off and been unreachable in the face of such. The space between them was then entered by Luan, the big bear of a man nodding at Sean as he discreetly made a series of gestures with his hand.  

“Rock, Sean Wallace, hard place.”  

He couldn’t help but let a slight smile tilt his lips, even if it was at his expense, Luan giving him a soft elbow to the arm as his own smile grew beneath the bush of his beard. “The more I learn your language, the more I like these English sayings. There is an Albanian one that I think perhaps applicable to you right now.” He paused, watching Sean’s eyebrow flutter curiously. “Kush ka turp vdes per buke.”  

“And that means?” 

“Those prone to shame die from hunger.”  

Wise words, he thought. Especially since shame was the emotion the two women present would have liked him to suffocate from for his misdeeds towards them. Looking towards Rin, she paced slowly in a line, checking her watch every so often, the sound of a vehicle entering the warehouse filling the space after a few silent minutes.  

The man he recognised as Marcus, one of Rin’s henchmen stepped out, going into the back and pulling out a bound and gagged Iranian man, who already looked as if he’d taken a considerable beating, he and the man he knew to be called Atticus dragging him into the space. A large hook hung from the overhead beams upon a chain, the men lifting his struggling body to suspend him from it. Rin reached for his gag, pulling it from his mouth, his tirade beginning immediately. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Do you think you’re your goddamned father? Fucking little bitch, how fucking dare you! I did nothing to you, nothing!” 

Rin rolled her eyes, her fist meeting his solar plexus. He was quiet then for a moment. “Oh, cut the bullshit, Bahram. I had all of this crap from your predecessor. I had hoped you’d be different, but no.” She then turned to the assembled figureheads, gesturing back to Bahram. “We had five kilograms of heroin go missing from these very docks two days ago, as well as a quarter of a shipment of guns. I firmly believe this to be the work of the Persian’s, who have been set against me since my takeover. Understandably, we need this problem irradicated.” 

“It wasn’t him.”  

Her eyes narrowed at the interruption, turning to watch as Sean stepped forward. “I beg your pardon?” 

“You heard, Catherine. It wasn’t Bahram.” He paused, smirking, knowing he had one up on her and absolutely delighting in it. “Remember when I mentioned to you that lack of a poker face you suffer? Well, you aren't the only person here present who lacks such. Your father was the messiah of reading faces, as was mine, and mine taught me well how to read the innermost emotions, all from a flicker of facial muscles.”  

Her heart began to race, a tight feeling of uncomfortableness pinching at her muscles, Sean continuing. “You see, every single person in this room reflected their thoughts upon hearing they’d been ripped off accordingly in how they wore their facial expressions. All except for one. One who immediately looked nothing short of smug, to see you’d pointed the finger of accusation toward another.”  

He reached quickly for her gun, turning it upon the one man whose face had given him away. “Where’s our product, Kingsley?” 

“What the fuck, Sean?” he spluttered, laughing.  

“You fucking heard me. I asked you where the product was. I believe you have been in receipt of a fuckload of contraband not destined for your greedy hands exclusively.” The atmosphere grew tense, the men employed by Rin all drawing their weapons to point right at the Nigerian and his three associates, Kingsley’s eyes swivelling.  

Sean then moved speedily, grasping the man standing closest to him, pressing the gun against his head. “Tell me. Tell me now, or it’s your son here who suffers.” 

Kingsley chuckled darkly. “You don’t have the balls, Wallace. Just like she is not her father,” he nodded at Rin, his gold toothed smirk growing, “you are not Finn Wallace.” 

“No, I am not.” Aiming the gun down, he blew a hole straight into the knee of Uzoma, his father’s eyes widening in horror as his boy screamed in agony. “I’m fucking worse. Now, before I blow his other knee out, you’d better begin talking. The boss is waiting.”  

Rin stood tight lipped with her arms folded, her eyes glittering dangerously as she waited, Kingsley remaining on mute. Looking to Sean, she watched him shrug before swiftly firing another slug straight into Uzoma’s right knee, the man collapsing with a shriek. 

“Dad, fucking tell them! Please!” he pleaded, confirming Sean’s suspicions.  

“it’s his head next, Kingsley.”  

“Please, dad!” 

Kingsley balled his fists, hissing in rage. “Fuck!” He paced, rubbing his hands down his face with heavily adorned fingers, the gold of his rings twinkling in the low light. “The African Market on Manning Road, E10. Your guns and heroin are there. Just let my boy go.” 

With a single nod from Rin, her men exterminated the Nigerian’s present. “Cut him down.” She ordered, nodding in the direction of Bahram as the embarrassment of being wrong warmed her cheeks and slithered through her stomach like an eel. She turned to Sean, taking her gun back, her jaw set. “A word.” 

He followed her from the warehouse, the cool night air whipping across his face as it blew in over the water, rounding the corner to have her turn, her fist meeting his eye.  

“What the fuck, Catherine?” 

“How dare you fucking make me look like an idiot in front of everyone, you little snake!” 

He could barely believe her gall. “Make you look like an idiot? No. You did that all by yourself, stringing up a man who had fuck all to do with the theft on pure suspicion alone. In this world, you check your facts, or you come unstuck. Imagine how fucking unadhered you would have become, had I not alerted you to the true perpetrators!” 

“Oh, and you fucking loved every second of it, didn’t you?” she hissed, the tendons in her neck popping as she gritted her teeth. 

“With how much of a bitch you are to me concerning all things business then yes. Yes, I fucking did take pleasure in needling you back for once, but trust me, I did it to stop you from getting yourself hunted down by the fucking Persian mafia above anything else. But of course, you and your insufferable arrogance, you likely don’t see that at all, do you?” 

The embarrassment of it all, her first big rookie mistake as a leader did nothing but continually wash against her insides like acid, Rin loathing the fact he was right. “If you think you’re seeing Tiger next week after this, you can forget it, Sean.”  

He lunged, Rin quick to raise her gun, finding her wrist gripped hard as he charged her back against the warehouse, slamming her hand into the bricks until she released it, his other hand curling around her throat. “Do not use our fucking child against me.” 

She smirked, panting for breath, their noses touching as he imposed himself further upon her. “Or you’ll do what?” 

“Hang you out to dry with the fucking Persian mafia instead of smoothing things over. I know them, I’ve dealt with them for years. With my intervention, I can make all of this go away. Without it, your arse is in more trouble than your alleged clout can get you out of. Choice is fucking yours, Catherine.”  

She snarled at him, but her eyes, oh, how he read her so flawlessly. “While you’re making that choice, I implore you, become more efficient in reading people. You might also want to do better at hiding what lurks beneath within yourself, too.” 

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?” she spluttered, his grip tightening upon her throat, lips curling into a grin as he leaned to her ear, the skim of his lips sending a forest fire right through her. 

“We both know exactly what it means.”  

He left her there burning, with more than just fury at what his actions had provoked.  

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[bee6r]

Never Leave Me Alone

Relationship: Daryl Dixon x gn reader

Word Count: 701

TW: Suggestive moments if you squint, mentions of small injury, otherwise, purely fluff

Summery: Daryl comes home from a run and the only thing he can think about is seeing you again. (Set in Alexandria with no spoilers).

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY FIC ~ REPOSTING IS ALLOWED

You sat in bed, quietly reading and doing your best not to think about Daryl. He had already been gone for much longer than he had promised, and though you were worrying about his wellbeing, you knew that he could handle himself just fine. So instead, you have been doing an array of different activities to get your lover out of your mind. Gardening, drawing, hunting, writing, reading, you name it. If Alexandria had the materials, you had tried it. But still, he was late, and you couldn't stop thinking about all the things that could be going on right this very second, that you were missing.

After a couple more moments, you looking up at your ceiling. A good book could usually captivate you more multiple hours, and you remember all the times Daryl had tried to grab your attention away from a story so that the two of you could spend some time together. Now though, you could barely keep your attention to the page, and the plot was aggravating you. You lean your head back on the pillow behind you and sigh, loudly. No one is in your house, and you feel alone.

Usually, you don't mind being alone, but being alone, and feeling alone are very different things, you realize, and you don't like feeling alone in the slightest. Suddenly, your head pops off the pillow at the sound of a motorcycle engine quickly coming into range. You almost throw the book down on your bed, as you scramble to your bedroom door, and thumping rather nosily down the stairs. You only just remember to slip on some shoes before dashing outside; and there he is. Sweaty and covered in what you assume to be walker blood, but he is there, in all of his handsome perfection.

You stand at your front walk for a moment, at least long enough for him to stop you as he gets off his motorcycle before rushing towards him. Daryl only has time to open his arms before you are there, latching onto his torse and burying your face into his damp shirt and scratchy vest.

"I missed you." You manage to say through the small sobs that are now coming through in your voice.

"I missed you too princess." He says softly kissing the top of your head. You jump softly and he catches your thighs, hosting you up to his face so that he can kiss you, passionately on the lips. "God, I missed you." You smile into the kiss, deepening it until the two of you have to pull away for air. You lay your forehead onto his chest and he places his in the crook of your neck, kissing it softly before carrying you into the house.

Once the door is closed behind you, he puts you down, only to grab your face in his hands, kissing you more vigorously than before. You back your way to the couch, letting him sit down first, and crawling on top of Daryl's lap, to straddle him. He brings your face towards his once more, as his large arms snake around your waist. You lean into him, letting a warmth erupt in your chest at the closeness of this moment. This moment that you had been looking forward to for almost a week now.

Only after the two of you have broken away again, do you get a good look at him. Examining his face, neck, and arms, you ask, in a more worries tone than you had intended,

"Are you hurt?" He shakes his head.

"Only a couple of bruises and scrapes. Nothing serious." You let out a small sigh of relief and run your hands over his muscles, touching each one of the small bruises that have formed there.

When you have looked at each area of his exposed skin, you glance back up at him.

"You need to wash your hair." He chuckles.

"I have to admit, that's not my main priority right now." You smile.

"It's not mine either." You place your hand around his neck, and allow your lips to connect again, silently promising not to break the kiss until both of your lungs have collapsed.

This is my fic on ao3. Go give it some love if you liked this!

Requests are open as always. Ty anon. ♥

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[likelyemily]

TRANSPARENCY - Part Two

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Reader

Word Count: 1,694

Warnings: None

Summary: I can't stop watching Peter through the two-way mirror. Thank God he will never know the dirty thoughts running through my mind.

The next day, I felt the normal feelings that came with having sexual fantasies about your co-worker: Guilt, shame, and uncontainable paranoia. My chest would constrict like there was a vice grip around it every time Peter would turn his body close to my workspace.

This morning I passed him in the common area in the employee living wing. I kept my eyes trained on my destination, which came in the form of a metal door that locks from the outside. Pretending Peter didn't exist seemed like the best plan of action until these stressful feelings boiled down.

Except, God seemed to have entirely different plans for me on this day.

"Good morning, Y/N," Peter greeted from the lounge area, perched on one of the decorative chairs reading this week's copy of Scientific American. He looked at me in a friendly way, the smile on his face going all the way up to his eyes.

Peter was one of the most friendly people I have ever met. At first, it had been unsettling how collected and kind his demeanor was. Almost inhuman. He walked with a stride similar to that of a soldier, but the step of his foot was much lighter. There was an air to him that was sitting right on the line of uncomfortably friendly, similar to when a person stands just a little bit too close in a conversation. His ever-lingering faint smile added to this, I had never thought that a person in a laboratory could feel that happy.

These feelings quickly faded as the lustful ones began to rise. The calmness in his voice made it one of the most pleasurable things I could listen to. His graceful body motions made for an entrancing visual, and who was I to ignore such perfect posture?

Developing feelings for Peter Ballard was inevitable when I watched him for hours every day. I just sorely underestimated how embarrassing the manifestations could be.

Such as when I gape at peter right past the time it takes for a normal person to process a greeting. Much like I am doing right at this exact moment. Dear God.

"Hi," I say, just a little bit too eager. Or was it not enthusiastic enough? I was still a little bit tired, it was six o'clock in the morning for heaven's sake. Now that I think about it, I have no idea what my facial expression just was. A small bubble of panic lands in my stomach.

"How are you today?" He asks in a polite tone. Always the epitome of a polite gentleman. His feet plant on the carpet below as he stands up from the seat, his tall stature making this interaction all the more nerve wracking.

Everyone in Hawkins National Lab is always in a perfectly ironed, clean uniform. Part of the uniform itself was being as hygienic as physically possible. It would be an absurd lie to say someone has ever worked in this lab while looking anything below the high standard.

This immaculate and perfect uniform fit Peter like he had never worn anything else in his life. Every blond hair on his head flowed seamlessly together. When he smiled, his teeth were a straight line of white.

"I'm doing fine, and yourself?" I ask, collected behind the facade of a woman with a Ph.D. It seemed I had finally mustered the strength to stomp down the blushing school girl back down where she belonged.

God, he was standing close.

"I'm great. Would you care to walk with me to breakfast?" He motions to the door, waiting on my first step to the door to begin his own stride. His hand clutches the handle on the door, opening it for me before we set off down the long hallway.

It is a peaceful walk. The employees are always expected in the dining hall before the children for supervision purposes, so the halls were mostly empty at this time. There was only a long, fluorescently lit hallway ahead of us.

This isn't the first time that Peter and I had walked together when we had duties to attend to. Being the polite man he was, he would always offer to accompany me if I was alone. There was never any conversation during the walk. It wasn't an awkward silence by any means, it just felt like neither of us felt the need to speak. Oddly enough, it was a friendly silence.

"Are you liking your research position?" Peter asks, sounding like he genuinely wanted to know my thoughts.

"It can certainly be lonely," I begin, trying to come off in a casual sort of way. "But I feel like it is helping us spot changes in our research that we would have never known. Like, a camera couldn't tell when number thirteen was too discouraged to make any progress on her tasks." Hopefully I didn't make an egotist of myself. It was difficult to describe a job without sounding self important. Especially when you are the only person with that specific task.

"I can understand being lonely. I miss you joining me as an orderly." He remarked, the statement casual. But oh how it made my heart stutter. He missed me?

"I miss it too," I say in a near whisper. I quickly recover from the bout of nostalgia. "At least I don't have to mess with the entitled kids now." I joke.

Peter laughs at that, more a breath than anything. It makes a lot of sense for his laugh to have no abrasiveness, just like the owner of the sound. It is a defining trait of Peter's to have a soothing demeanor. He is ostensibly the crowd favorite among the super-humans, because despite the ethical commitments we all have to not interfere, he is so kind with the interactions he is permitted.

There is always a tone of his voice that signals he means what he is saying. Never has there been a time when we were speaking that I didn't feel heard by him, even when no one else was listening.

That specific trait was especially apparent when I had voiced my concern to Dr. Brenner about the bullies in the group. Where he had pushed me to forget about it and focus on other things, sweep it under the rug, Peter had told me that he would see what he could do. Even Alec had completely dismissed me, but Peter chose to hear me. I knew that there was absolutely nothing he could do. It was unrealistic to even attempt to find understanding in that specific case, but it felt so good for someone to consider my words for more than a second.

"Someone has to keep those big-heads in check," he jokes back with a small smile lingering on his lips. I must confess, my mind went straight to a hot make-out session up against the wall with those lips holding me hostage.

Once again, Peter holds the door open for me as we enter the dining hall. We made it earlier than almost everyone, only a couple nurses sat in the far side of the room with coffee mugs in hand. Even this early in the morning, it appeared as though they were already caught up in a serious conversation. There aren't many light hearted discussions in this place.

Breakfast goes quickly in the morning. The adults who are not ushering the children out of their rooms eat quickly in preparation for the day. In about 15 minutes, the first lot of kids come in, looking significantly more alert than a majority of the employees. That is surely the result of never knowing a different time schedule than the strict one implemented at the laboratory.

The tiniest of the super-humans flock to the table near Peter, insisting upon his presence near them. Their eyes still sparkle when they tell him of their newest achievements. There is an ache in my chest when I remember this part of their personalities will only last for a little bit longer.

Peter gives me a lighthearted smile when a tiny argument breaks out between two of the toddlers. I roll my eyes in response, but I can't fight the grin that falls on my face. This is the last time we interact that morning.

When the children leave the room for morning activities, I go into the primary research room. The walls of this room are covered by metal shelves full of records. There are several four-foot openings on each wall to allow for a comfortably sized desk. The lighting in this room is specifically designed to not damage the records, which made the room much less of a strain on the eyes than most other areas.

My task today is to begin the file on our newest superhuman. I don't allow myself to think about the subject my brain wants to drift off too.

The baby is only a few months old, setting her almost three years behind the next youngest child. This means that it will be a little while longer before verbal capabilities develop, although her motion skills are far superior than most children her age. Hours are spent computing the results of her D.N.A. tests and developing the file.

I peel myself away from the comfortable chair in the primary research room at half past eleven. The hallway is once again desolate as I make my way to the tiny room behind the mirror in the Rainbow Room. This work directly contrasts from the rest of my day, in which I spend my time doing logical reasoning of the notes that I gather in my time here. In all actuality, this time of my day is significantly more entertaining, given I get to see something that isn't in writing.

In a moment of downtime, Peter looks in the mirror and shoots a wink my way. From an outside perspective, it definitely looked like the sort of motion a conceited jock would do when passing any reflective surface. On my side of the glass, it somehow felt as though he was looking right at me. 

A/N: sorry for the lack of sex, it will be back very shortly. also, this story is going to have many more parts to it!

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[blueiskewl]

Viking Silver Treasure Hoard Discovered in Norway

46 pieces of silver from the Viking age were recently discovered in a field in mid-Norway. “It’s an exceptional find,” says archaeologist.

“It’s been many years since such a large Viking treasure was found in Norway,” archaeologist Birgit Maixner, from NTNU Vitenskapsmuseet, says in a press release from NTNU.

Save for two intact finger rings, the silver treasure consists of fragments. Arab coins, a braided neck ring, arm rings and necklaces – all of them cut in pieces.

“This find is from a time when pieces of silver would be weighed and used for payment,” Maixner says.

This economic system was used in the transition between bartering with goods to the money economy, the archaeologist explains.

While coins were in use on the Continent from around 550, people in the Nordic region mainly bartered, until the end of the 800s when the weight economy was established.

Most of the pieces weigh less than one gram, which suggests that they have been used repeatedly for payment.

A fine day for a Viking find

And here the treasure lay, until one day in December 2021, when the weather was finally nice, and Pawel Bednarski decided to bring his metal detector out to do a bit of searching around a field.

“The first thing I found was a small ring,” Bednarski says in the press release.

He didn’t think much of the ring. But then he found another one, and a piece of an armring, and so on. Finally he had dug out a pile of silver, hidden beneath no more than 2-7 centimetres of soil.

“It wasn’t until I got home and rinsed the pieces under water that I understood that this was an exciting find,” says Bednarski.

He handed the find over to the municipal archaeologists, who confirmed that this was very interesting indeed, and most likely from the Viking Age.

Carefully cut into pieces

The find includes an almost intact bracelet – cut into eight pieces. Archaeologists believe these types of bracelets were developed in Denmark in the 800s.

The Arabic coins are older than what is usual in a Viking find, four of them have been dated to the end of the 700s and into the 800s.

These features are more common for treasure finds from Denmark than Norway, archaeologist Maixner explains. Based on this she believes the treasure is from around 900 AD.

It’s more common to find fragments of several different items in these sorts of Viking treasures. In this case, however, the find contains several pieces of the same item – such as the carefully cut bracelet.

“We can imagine that the owner had prepared to trade by cutting the silver into appropriately weighted pieces,” Maixner says.

“The fact that this person had access to an entire broadbanded bracelet, which was primarily a Danish item, might suggest that the owner had been to Denmark before travelling to this area in mid-Norway,” Maixner says.

Just over half a cow

Previous finds in the same area, such as equipment used to weigh silver, suggest that trading was taking place here.

And using pieces of silver to pay clearly had its advantages. If you wanted to barter for a cow, you needed to have for instance a number of sheep to make the deal. Carefully weighted pieces of silver was much easier to handle and travel with, and allowed the owner to buy goods whenever it suited.

So what could this Viking have bought with these 46 silver pieces – that weigh 42 grams in total?

Based on information from Gulatingsloven, the Gulating Law, about the price of cows, Maixner calculates that the money would fetch around 0,6 cows.

The value of the treasure was considerable, particularly for an individual, Maixner says, noting that a medium sized farm might have around five cows.

We can only speculate on why the treasure was hidden, not to be found for more than 1.000 years.

Such deposits are sometimes interpreted as offerings to the Gods. Or perhaps a Viking arriving from Denmark hid his treasure to keep it safe, and was somehow prevented from returning to fetch it.

By Ida Irene Bergstrøm.

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[duodusk]

hello . ive just woken up and early . why? becoz wilbur says we're gonna drive to iowa. will where are- what are we doing? we're driving to Keokuk. Iowa. why? ??? why? two hours forty six minutes. why are we doing this?? youve not explained to us why we're doing th- I'VE never been to iowa it isnt real. i- as far as i know. i have no intention to ever go to iowa i mean what? are we gonna go to davenport? no. im not going to iowa. ever. exc- par- so i decided im gonna go right now so then i can say to myself "that's it! until the day i die i will never enter iowa."

ive never been to arbys! im so excited for arbys guys! me too! we're going to arbys! THE "MEAT MOUNTAIN". our main goal of iowa wait- the Main Goal of Iowa is arbys?? yes! why?? when you zoom in to keokuk iowa the first thing that pops up is a big word that says ARBYS cuz theres nothing else there because THEY'VE got the meat! they've got the meat! also uh me and ranboo discovered yesterday we got Insider Information that if you order- from someone that WORKED at arbys if you order something called a "Meat Mountain" you get a sandwich with- with every single type of meat on it. three types of cheeses and that INCLUDES chicken tenders and- And he himself said in the time he worked there only THREE people ever ordered it, and every time they did, the- all the waitstaff and all the chefs went :O and they pogged! and they POGGED and they just pogchamped! they POGCHAMPED! me and ranboo are going to split a "Meat Mountain" together and that is NOT what you think it means! what do we name this road trip? Race to "Meat Mountain" is Wheatskins editing this? is Wheatskins editing this? yea Wheatskins. Title Card: Race to "Meat Mountain". Go! [Race to "Meat Mountain" title card plays].

there is a stain on the back seat. ranboo's sat- I'm sitting in it! it stinks of cigarette smoke. the check engine light's on. yep. welcome! we have NO windshield wipers no windshield wipers! wait what?? im just gonna- im gonna use my body to clean the windscreen of its RAIN- drops oh its fine NOW... but theres no windshield wip-- if it rains we're fucked tho. the thing is we- so we went to hertz premium car rentals and they said "we have no cars!" and i was like well thats kind of the one thing ur supposed to have. and then we call up. what was it.. Visco Cheap Cars. Visco Budget Car Rental! oh jesus. and there's- OH MY LORD. so um ive got-- ... it is raining. it IS raining. oh... OH MY GO- wait. that's not. that's not their solution surely. that is. not the solution they made. Open the window. open 'er up! you're doing it, will! oh god. yeah that's- that's MUCH better thanks. i made it worse. "we went to iowa just to eat a sandwich" or you call it-- OR you call it Race to "Meat Mountain". Race to "Meat Mountain" is like a thousand times better. Race to "Meat Mountain". Wheatskins play the title sequence again [Race to "Meat Mountain" title card plays].

this bridge is made of copper. Minecraft! WOAH. wait its copper bridge? great job oxidizing! WOO WOOOOO YO IT OXIDIZED! I actually like that! its like. co- coc- oxidized- cock. cock. why- "it's like cock." I HAVE A STAMMER! bro I STRUGGLE. i think the hotel thinks im having a prostitute come round later why? what??? because i- s- right, so- just dont finish the statement. a- no, no i'm gonna explain- OHH MY GOD. gone fishin'! theres only two things i like in my life: my WIFE and fishin! (and one of 'em dont complain!) canonically your wife is a fish actually wilbur so really mjhhtghh there's a- there's a rest area! oh my god what can we get?? deli. oh! isnt that... isnt that meat? so deli is sandwich and meats i dont know if we should go- the- the prelude to- i need to save myself for the meat mountain! i'm a feeble boy! theres only so much meat i can handle! im hoping the meat mountain's gonna take my virginity.

now we'd been on the road for a good while at this point and, although we were saving ourselves for food, hunger had already began to set in. now, we're all adults! this should've been something we could've handled! but... TEST TEST TEST TEST TEST IT'S SONIC THE HEDGEHOOOOG!!! guyssss, calm down!! i GOT this. wait- there's gotta be a sonic. ive never been to sonic before and i want A Chilli dawg. WE NEED TO GOOOO I KNOW!!! subway! subway! subway! subway! subway! to the RIIIGHT!! NOOOOOW!!!!! they got a rizzo's!!!! just get hashbrowns! just get hashbrowns! theyve got a rizzo's! what the FUCK's a RIZZO'S??? WE DONT HAVE HASHBROWNS AT SUBWAY! WHY DONT YOU HAVE HASHBROWNS AT FUCKING SUBWAAAAAAAAAY??? to- are we- he's gone. where did wilbur go?? where did he GO? where's he going?? i think he- i think he's going to- wait, where'd he- i feel like we should go with him is he just actually going to subway ?? on a quest to find Wilbur Soot in a subway. why dont we just g- ahhh yknow what, im waiting for sonic! that's what im thinkin. should we just wait for sonic? we just let this guy get his subway? ill- i'll go to sonic, too. i got- i got tired of waiting for you so i just came here.

now that wilbur was fed, youd think we'd get on with our mission right? but you're WRONG. i'd spotted something in the distance that i'd never seen before: is that a walmart??? yeah! have you not been to walmart? NO?? we're going to walmart now! we're here. odds on i buy playdoh? for me. buy me some. five. three two one three. one. buy me some anyway sure thank you its for him- youre not old enough to buy your own yet. you might choke! oh they got magic- oh wait! a magic 8 ball!! we can ask it a question! what's your question jack? i dont- i- anything in the world. okay? literally anything where is she? on a remote island in the middle of bermuda. i love how baby yoda was such a hit they just was like... let's just.. let's just put him on everything hold on. I TOUCHED ITS SOFT SPOT! what the fuck did it just do? it like sl- spoke in a deep voice-- HIGH SCORE ELEVEN. Bop it. wait its a bop it! it's a bop it???? its a bop it??? what????? I told you that was a bad idea. he's scary. like im actually sc- that's a saw trap right there it sounds like s- Bop it to start. okay! Twist it. Pull it. you twist its head??? this thing is horrifying! im buyin this. i am buying this.

time for sonic! its sonic time. THE HEDGEHOG! THE FREAKIN HEDGEHOG! we're going! sonic time! this is such an odd sonic what the... my GOD! look at that! its like psychedelic! we're gonna trip out at sonic! ah, whatre you doing? why're you out there crazy? im gonna take a picture of you now. WE'RE ORDERING. what do you want jack? corn dog. that's it?? where are you going? im gonna go wild out for a bit. pff, whats that mean?? yea just the- the corn dog, a small fry, and a small dr pepper SNF SNF SNRK what the fuck is- what the fuck- what the fuck.. um, can i get chilli cheese fries and a large drink- hey baby, hehe and another jumbo- you look like you were really proud of that one, too hhh, hhhhhh t- tell 'em- hhhhfdjkfd hahah. and a large oreo shake shelby tell 'em thanks from me. tell 'em thanks!! i'll pay! i'll pay! I'll pay. I'LL PAY. that's it stop filming my card. i dont want Wheatskins knowing my fucking card. im lookin at you Wheatie. you know what, get it on the Manifold Business we vlogged this. yknow what, do it on the Manifold business account! do it on the Manifold business card! manifold legal is covering this- manifold legal is out of money. cum. uoohhhh ohh :( LICK THE SIDE! lick the side! LICK THE SIDE!! what do you MEAN lick the side?? lick it! LICK THE SIDE! do you see how much th- lick it while i film! LICK THE SIDE!!! LICK THE SIDE! slrrrp. im so sorry i ordered smalls for- that's 5up's, you can eat one of mine please dont eat mine sir please dont eat his fries siir theres not many left ! theyre really hot. whyre you eating em like that, king? slrrrp. i cant get it out. suck harder. i cant get it up! i need your help- you gotta give it that- that good-good gotta give it the sloppy top I'M known for my schlopery. will, film me eating a corn dog! this is my first ever corn dog ever. i've never had one! its really hot. all the way all the way all the way all the way all the way just in one go! all the way get to the stick! i couldnt go any further... its burning my mouth right now, its really hot. crunch crunch. crunch. to like- i have to process the moment like, i have food in my mouth everywhere! ive got worse in my mouth, king! ive had worse in my mouth. 2017. what does that mean?? the year or like. he had two thousand and seventeen things in his mouth. the stick touched my tonsils as i took the last bite. if you gag on the corndog you know she's not a baddie. im sorry to my audience for letting them down! no that's... that's misogynistic, i shouldn't. ✨i'd say all girls are baddies✨well done, will. pffh hahaahaha! if she gag on the corndog she not a baddie! she not a baddie. aint that right, ranboo? thats what im sayin!

now, we may have eaten, but for some reason the crazy hadnt worn off yet. guess you cant take me anywhere! (Wheatskins, you should add like the- the... "she so crazy" yknow with the fuckin chips on her- like the bag of fuckin chips on her head but just, just make it me, i think thatd be funny) I'm a crazy individual. I have deranged thoughts, some of which would land me in the slammer. mmmm hey, wh- Wheatskins, Wheatskins, just make that lean. Wheatskins, wocky slush, make it wocky slush, please. make it that wo- make it, make it that- purp drank. w- Wheatskins, ma- Wheatskins, make-- Why'd you say it with such urgency?? make it that- Wheatskins- you cut yourself off! "make it that-- wheatskins" Wheatskins, no, you gotta make this.. i've been unable to get my codeine fix the whole time ive been here, Wheatskins. you gotta film ranboo wildin' out. he's gonna st- he's gonna wild like i do. he's gonna wild- yeah. wild out, king. go quirky, go insane, th- ...he went right behind the fucking sign! RANBOO! we didnt see you, wild out now! we didnt see you before. you gotta wild out now. (he's wildin). oh yea, he's- he's buggin. no i dont want- i dont want your nug-nugs. no nuggies! no nuggies! roll- roll the windows up, kids! thats what that codeine'll do to you. it's my- my s-- my wocky slush. sonic was great! lets go to connetikuk. kowekuk! iowa! keokuk! keokuk! oiowa! anyone watching this video from keokuk iowa, take a picture of you at the- one of the places that we are at later in this video, and... hashtag MissionTo"MeatMountain" Road to "Meat Mountain" hashtag Road-- race- race to "Meat Mountain" hash- hashtag- what was the- ratio! hashtag RaceTo"MeatMountain" ratio! Hashtag RaceTo"MeatMountain" put that on twitter! put the title screen right now, like the intro guys- put uh- Wheatskins, play the title screen [Race to "Meat Mountain" title card plays].

shelby, how's driving been going? hands on the wheel, please. sorry can we have a ran- can we have a ranboo solo moment? ranboo, hold the camera, pointing at you hi guys :) how you doin? how you been? its been a while since we last spoke! Hey. Don't interrupt my solo moment. this is- this is all i have. hi guys, uhh welcome to the Race for "Meat Mountain" uh- play the- the title sequence [Race to "Meat Mountain" title card plays]. we're driving through, uh, Missouri Unincorporated Territory right now! uhhh, uh- we're about to hit frankfort, which is described by wikipedia as, frankford is an unincorporated place in Unincorporated Territory, Missouri. guys, lemme tell you something about this place. there's fuckall going on. im entertaining myself with the images of my mind. all i can picture is the cymbal monkey, yknow the monkeys that clap their cymbals? Keokuk! Keokuk! Keokuk! Keokuk! Keokuk! oooo, my mans just braked. on a road? what a- what a country! what an unincorporated territory! oh look at that peep! there's a peep! a what? there's a peep on the side of the road! what the fuck is a peep ??? shelby, your eyes are supposed to be on the road, youre staring at purple peeps in the field??? theres purple people?? there was a purple peep! like thanos? or maybe someone whose drank a little too much lean? I've Got Ya Now. don't worry viewers :) youre safe with me!

so far this has been a pretty straightforward journey! we made a couple of stops, but other than that, it was pretty much smooth sailing and having a few laughs! but then the First Disaster struck. auh, guys i need to tell you something. i really need the bathroom, but i'm- i'm gonna be honest, im genuinely a little bit frightened of going to the toilet around here. i think they're gonna smell that im an atheist out-of-towner? just go over and be like, "That Jesus Guy.." oowh, im g- i'm so scared its okay! its okay! you need to let it out! jack can you come in with me with the camera? i dont wanna be dr disrespect and film you while youre pooping, king. no, dont come in the bathroom dumbass oh. bye will! bye! we reassessed, and im not gonna go in and film even the ground, i will get shot. wait- ive got a fucking white button-up shirt that doesnt matter! it doesnt matter, it doesnt matter w-w-w-wait, wait- wilbur dont take your shirt off- He's dead. this guy's buggin! let's lock the car, let's keep the camera down, let's just film our balls. let's just film our balls! how ya doin? good! i'd shake yer hands but its cold. do ya- how ya been? do yall have a bathroom? hhhhhhh . get in, get in! FLOOR IT! you got funyuns!!!! i didnt know what to do so i bought funyuns! i tried to say, "have y'all got a toilet," like, "have y'all," i tried to throw a y'all in there, and i ended up goin, "Have Y'all- Have Y'all Got A Bathroom?"

Keokuk! Keokuk!!! Shelby said- Keokuk! Keokuk! Keokuk! YEAHHHH!!! I'm so excited. i'm genuinely- i cant believe im going to iowa i cant believe- me- me neither! i cant believe we are cause it doesnt exist! imagine if we get to keokuk and like- there's like a man at the road who's like, "When you leave, tell everyone Iowa exists." and we- "I see you recording," he'll say, and he'll say, "Right, here's some footage to splice in to your cam- video. Tell them Iowa's real," and then- but behind him is just black void. you have to like sign an NDA. i believe that, honestly. or they shoot you! or- or they- or they shoot you and then you 'died in a car accident.' WAIT look! jack!! wait, we're on the way! it's just white! it's- there it is! Keokuk! exit half a mile! we're bout to be there! is this the- wait. "the people of iowa welcome you!" "the people of iowa welcome you!" we fuckin made iiiiiiiit!!!! YEEESSS!!!! oh he's going, wow he just went for it. he's gone. ooh it smells like manure we're here! it stinks! it stinks here it smells of poo but we made it! we made it to iowa i'm in eye-oh-wuh! to arbys!!! Will. yeah? we're on the phone now. WOAH LOOK AT THAT LOOK AT THAT AAAAAA WE'RE IN KEOKUK YEAAAAA myyy camera died. Wheatskins add a, the camera died. bwah bum buh doowww wooomp. Wheatskins, play the- play the intro play the intro! [Race to "Meat Mountain" title card plays].

ARRRBYYY'S!!!! THERE IT IS!!! oh it's there!!! YEAA YESSSS this is, a fever dream. this is incredible. we did it! we did it. oh we did it! to the "Meat Mountain!" alright, this might be a crazy one, but i've heard of, like a rumor. is there an off-menu thing called the "Meat Mountain"? yeah, it's- we could still make it. for real?? yeah. okay! we'll get that! it's real! it's real! it's real! it's real. are you sure you can eat all that? probably not. aha i'll give it a go though! that's a lot of meat! i'm aware! hahaha. youre a little- a little one, too! hahaha!! f- fuck! hahahaha-- we're gonna give it a go! oh my lord, jesus. open it open it open it open it i'm opening it! i'm opening it! let's see this- ready? ohh ohhh my god my oh- hhahah, that's too much! wow that is a lot hey jack, how hungry are you, man? chicken, turkey, beef-- 👀

Initial impressions... weren't great! but what can you expect? a burger that tall could never look beautiful! and its not about the outside appearance!! it's the beauty within :) i was in it for the flavors, the meats melting on my tongue. i just wanted to feel my mouth full of meat, and i wanted to taste-- ...........maybe cut that part, i dont know-- take a bite, king. you got this! my god do they have the meats. they do have the meats. unhinge your jaw! ccrrrunch. Oh. oh, oh oh boy that's a good bite! that was a good bite. that's a solid bite! you got- you got the top to bottom! what is it like? oh! i heard a crunch... i could hear how dry that is. okay, he's still... i dont think i wanna take a bite anymore is it just a lot of flavors..? that should- it's a lot of flavors, not all of them i can analyze at once... crrunch. my god. it's impressive! you are good at that! ranboo. ranboo this is- ranboo. we cant film him taking a bite take a bite. you came here, this was yooour plan. this was never my plan. you told me about the "Meat Mountain" i told you about the "Meat Mountain".... good luck! you got this! crunch. that was a solid bite, king. that was a good bite. for those of you at home, Good Bite. that's ranboo jaws. now you know what my jaws can do. how does- how does it taste? give us- in, in one word- Meat. ..he just went in for a bite on his own choice, by the way, like that is just his own choice there. I was hungry. You gonna blame a man fer being hungry? Food's food! .... i have to have a bite. originally, me and ranboo were the ones taught the tale we came all this way you have to have a bite! im not even hungry! we ate, i had a subway! yeah, i dont know why- you dont have to be hungry for the "Meat Mountain" the "Meat Mountain" is hungry for you. oh i cant describe the smell, hold on.. crrunch. get it. my god that was impr- oh my god?? wow. king! thoughts, feelings, any? i hate the mix of temperatures. oh yeah yeah, no that's the thing- the ham is cold, the chicken is hot. yea that's what got me. this is the last bit that hasn't been bitten. crunch ... it tastes like a pastrami sandwich yeah- is this part not bitten? now the Final One. the final bite. this is it. one final bite! we're making the Pentagram of the Mighty Meats. the mcyt pentagram... in a "Meat Mountain".... crunch there's five bites of a "Meat Mountain" ...actually it's just like a little star now. i've been thinkin about it just now. sluuurrp.. why did we drive two and a half hours to iowa for this? wh- haha, why- yeah, wait, didnt we drive past an arbys? we passed three! we passed like several arbys. a good like thirty minutes in. ... Iowa baby! that's what im sayin! ay, Wheatskins, play the title card again! [Race to "Meat Mountain" end card plays].

#txt #..... #sorry for mental illness posting. it will happen again. #i dont know why i did this. #this video lives in my head i think this released the beast #meat mountain #i. . ok

[arcplaysgames]

I don't usually recap Palaces because they are gameplay focused, not narrative focused

Maruki's is the exception. I feel like Maruki's Palace is what the devs wanted every Palace to be, honestly. I remember reading somewhere that the Will Seed thing was supposed to be more robust and give you hints about how each person went so badly astray.

Maruki's Palace has that in spades. Like, just the structure of it is amazing. It's not one thing or two things, it's a layer cake of his cognitive bullshit. The ground floors are a resort hospital. The backrooms are a hyperadvanced scientific lab. Inside the research area is a fucking test of patient morality and mental soundness. (WE WILL GET TO THAT.) And beyond that is The Actual Lotus Tree Oh My God Are You Joking.

There are diary entries to find from Maruki, and more about Rumi.

There are also memories of the pivotal moments in Maruki's life. After his girlfriend Rumi had that family tragedy where she lost her parents, she's in hospital and swinging between comatose staring at nothing and loud, uncontrollable outbursts of agony.

Maruki keeps stopping by to see her and talk to her, which is frankly all you can do with people in this state. He's doing his best when finally she comes out of her fugue for a bit, and it's Not Great.

The first time it happens, Maruki doesn't have full control over it. But he uses his power to basically erase the trauma from Rumi's brain and rewrite her life around the gap. Her parents didn't just die, they died when she was young, and she lives with her grandparents. Everything is fine, she's calm and happy.

This whole scene is absolutely devastating. The cost of the power is that Rumi forgets Maruki. She has no idea who he is. But he is apparently her type, lmao, she instantly basically asks him out.

He begs off and says no, he's going to be very busy soon, but thanks.

This is truly a horrible way to come into your powers, no fucking joke. It's clear Maruki and Rumi were in love and close, and he was the type to try to be as supportive as possible. Given his own status of a low level researcher, I can only surmise the feeling was mutual and she supported him similarly.

The decision to walk away from her after doing this is a Lot. This definitely feels like the kind of moment that scarred Maruki for his life.

WHICH GIVEN THE APEX OF THE PALACE HAS STATUES OF RUMI, IT DID, LMAO.

The second vignette we get of Maruki is him getting plastered after his funding was suddenly cut off. Keep this in mind for the fourth vignette, that's when it gets important.

Then the inevitable happens. Sumire and Maruki.

I know Maruki is a bad psychiatrist, but I mentioned before: I do like how he handles people a lot. Like, I do think he's very good at disarming them and getting them to open up, knowing when to cajole and when to shut up, what to say and what not. If he didn't have magical mindfuck powers, he'd be a decent dude! I love this moment where he rambles about his failed cooking experiments.

THIS WOULD WORK ON ME IS THE THING. I am a cook and this is just specific enough a little story that it would absolutely make me talkative when I'm in a depression hole. That's skillful!

Also, like. It's an amazing contrast. Because after he gets her talking, Sumire starts breaking down. She knows Kasumi would be doing better than her. Maruki brings up that it's common for people to want to emulate the behavior of those they look up to, but Sumire immediately takes it a step further, a scary step.

And then Maruki said, "Well, that feels like a reasonable response to the trauma you've gone through. What do you think Kasumi would want for you, though?" and redirected Sumire into remembering the ways her sister loved her and would want her to be strong PSYCH HE USES HIS POWERS TO CHANGE HER COGNITION

HAUNTING AND TERRIBLE!!!!!! AWFUL!

MARUKI YOU FUCKING MONSTER

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I love this contrast. Like, Maruki is so fucking likeable and you can see the truth in some of his methods, see the way he very kindly and patiently works with people in pain. And his anecdote about fucking up his dinner and his reasoning behind it is GREAT, that's REAL STUFF, you would have that conversation with an actual human!

AND THEN THE LEFT TURN INTO HORROR.

That contrast is honestly phenomenal. The way the game keeps doing this, showing the player how complex Maruki is. He's not the easy monstrosity of the other Palace rulers, who often veered into straight up caricature. He's someone you could know and be friends with and support in his hard times.

And he's overwriting people's brains to 'fix' them.

This is the good shit!!!!

The work this VA did for Maruki is tremendous tbh. I love the last vignette where Maruki shows up to spite his old boss and show that his research is viable after they screwed him. He's a kind softboy! He's a mindfuck monster! He's also kind of a bitch when he's been screwed over by bureaucrats!

He's the best villain, he really is. I like him! He's terrifying!

Maruki's been using his actualization powers on an individual scale for a while now. But when Yarblegarble fuses Mementos and Reality together, his full awakening finally happens.

As Morgana explains, you have to be in the Cognitive World to have a persona awakening. It wasn't feasible for Maruki..... until now, lmao.

And now he goes from a small scale nightmare to a Huge Fucking Problem.

ANOTHER FUN DETAIL FROM ALL THIS. Futaba and Akechi talk it through and it seems Maruki was the creator of the cognitive psience field originally. It came from his ideas. When Shido heard about it, he manipulated everything so Maruki lost his funding... and handed Maruki's off to other people, people he could better control, to continue the work.

This is some prodigal son shit, the man who should have been the one discovering this work, now come back with a vengeance to fuck everything up.

THIS IS FASCINATING AND FRANKLY A GREAT, COMPLEX ORIGIN STORY.

Okay we gotta talk about The Questionnaire but I'm almost outta images. brb.

#p5 #persona liveblog

[t-h-i-n-g]

I would like to request reader hogging the blanket from peter (parker) and peters reaction. (If you dont like it or dont want to do it it's completely fine!!)

Cold Toes

a/n: hi! thanks so much for requesting. this is a high-key a crackfic i hope that okay lol. this is what my sleep deprived brain could come up with. i hope you enjoy!!

word count: 624

summary: since when were you such a blanket hog?

warnings: some light swearing, peter gets a boo-boo lmao, let me know if i missed any!!

marvel - masterlist  m.masterlist

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He didn't get it. This isn’t the first time the two of you shared a bed, or a blanket for that matter. Those past experiences being from when you stayed over for your monthly movie marathons with Ned. The worst thing to happen was the time you slept on the inside and had a tendency to go towards his warmth during the night, making Peter edge away, trying to give you space. He was inevitably pushed off the bed. Falling to the floor with a thud, a groan following. 

He learned from that to take the safe route and stay as close to the wall as possible. Accepting he would wake up with your head on his chest. If he was being honest that was the best part of these sleepovers. 

Getting back on topic, he has never woken up like this. Shivering from the lack of any type of cover. His eyes opened, taking a second to adjust to the light. Once they did, they revealed you, wrapped up in his blanket,

burrito style. Now he didn’t want to disturb you, really he didn’t… but his toes were cold. He hated cold toes. Trying to maneuver some area of the blanket around you. A simple sliver of warmth was all he asked for. Finally being able to get a little undone, he tucked himself next to you. The blanket covered half of his body, but that was okay. As long as the dogs were warm.

But you just wouldn’t let him win this battle so easily. You turned away from him, taking the only blanket he had with you. Peter let out a sigh of frustration, deciding to just get himself a different cover. Carefully he tried to make his way over you, but of course you wouldn’t make it that simple. You turned once more bumping into Peter’s propped arm, causing it to buckle. And he fell,

nose coming in contact with the side of your head. Groaning he fell to his side of the bed once more, as you woke up with a jolt. Looking around for what the hell happened to wake you. You looked down, noticing how you swaddled yourself. Wiggling out of the enclosure you turned your attention to Peter. Who still held his nose, grumbling about how stupid burritos were. 

“You okay Pete?” you asked in a whisper. 

“Oh yeah, I’m good. Nose is just a little smooshed. You have a hard head, my god,” he whined. You furrowed your brows.

“What?” Peter waved a hand in dismissal. Taking his other hand away for his wound he wiped his nose, he peered up at you.

“Since when were you a blanket hog?” he questioned, moving to sit up. You turned to the object in question before looking at him sheepishly. Trying to find the words to explain yourself.

“When I was younger I used to roll myself up in blankets when I was sleeping. My parents didn’t want it causing any issues so it died out over the years. But bad habits die hard I guess? It still happens sometimes. Sorry, I can just grab another one,” you started getting up.

“No, it’s okay,” Peter dismissed your idea, “I’m sure that you’ve had enough blanket hogging for one night.” You laughed lightly, settling yourself back into the sheets. Grabbing the blanket and passing it to Peter. He took it gratefully, pulling it over himself as you tucked yourself into his side. It would be fine he could handle a little bit of cold feet if it still meant being here with you. Well, that’s what he thought…

Until he woke you with cold toes. Groaning internally he turned to see you once again wrapped up burrito style.

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Hey so I saw this post on Pinterest (it’s really from tumblr but I couldn’t find it here) and I was like “this would be perfect klance tbh” and I thought I should request also you give very good dating advice and I’d like to make sure you’re hydrated 👍

Ok that’s it bye

Hehehe, I've been waiting for this

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Keith tied his hair back, taking a deep breath as Lance parked the car. It was that time of the month; time for shopping. They went twice a month and each trip took over an hour. 

In reality, it shouldn’t take them that long, they had a list of everything they needed. But they were Keith and Lance, they never did anything easy.��

“Ready baby?” Lance asked with a smile. 

Keith nodded, opening the passenger door. Lance grabbed their bags from the backseat. “You have the list?” 

Lance nodded, pulling out a piece of paper from his green jacket. “Right here.” 

Keith grabbed the list, waiting for his boyfriend to find a cart that rolled okay and didn't squeak every two feet. “Got us a winner!” He placed the bags in the cart, “let’s start.” 

They headed to pets first, they needed cat litter and cat food. That’s it, two items should be easy enough. 

“Oh my god, we have to get Red and Blue this toy!” Lance lifted up a pack of catnip toys that were shaped like metal lions. 

“They have enough toys dear.” 

Lance frowned, looking down at the toys. “Not metal lion toys.” 

Keith rolled his eyes, “fine.” 

They moved to cosmetics next, needing some face wash and a sleeping mask. Lance grabbed Keith's wrist, immediately swabbing some dark red lipstick on him. "Ugh, this color is so not you."

Keith stared down at it, "you picked it."

"Let's try this one!"

They eventually left the area, with their needed items in their cart and Keith with a line of makeup up his arm.

"Ohmygod baby we need these!" Lance held up a plastic yellow bag.

Keith fought back a sigh, "Lance. We don't need animal crackers."

Lance pouty, like a five-year-old. His eyes filled with tears. "But....they're the frosted ones."

"..put them in the cart."

Lance grinned and borderline slammed dunked the item into the cart. "Thanks, baby!"

Keith found himself moving down the aisles, marking off the list as he did. But it was quiet. Too quiet. He turned around, his boyfriend was nowhere in sight. "God damn it." He said under his breath. 

He gripped the cart handles tighter and went to the main aisle, where did he go? He parked the cart out of the way, beginning to look down each aisle. He passed one, nearly tripping with how fast he turned.

"What are you doing?!"

Lance turned to look at him, holding two bags of ground coffee. “Smelling coffee.” 

Keith smacked his own forehead and groaned. “We don’t even drink coffee.” 

Lance scoffed, “what if I wanted to start?” 

All Keith wanted to do was fall to the floor and disappear. “Lance-” 

His boyfriend took a couple of steps, closing the distance, “smelllllll.” 

He reluctantly did. “Okay...it doesn’t smell that bad.” 

“See?!” Lance wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Fine...how much is it?” 

Lance turned, his eyes scanning the shelf. “Ew like $9.” 

“Yeah, no. We’re broke.” 

Lance nodded, placing the bags back on the shelf. For once not arguing with Keith. They made their way back to the cart, Keith’s eyes immediately falling on a box he defiantly did not put in there. “Orange Crush flavored Poptarts?” 

Lance nodded, “yup a classic.” 

Keith was less concerned about the sticker that said “NEW FLAVOR” and more about when it go in the cart. “How did- when did you put this in the cart? I was with you the entire time?!” 

Lance waved him off, “what’s next on the list?” 

Keith rubbed his eyes, he wanted to be home. 

The refrigerated section was fine. Everything was fine. Until they reached the frozen section. “FOUR CHEESE PIZZA!!!!” Lance bolted to the pizza door, his breath fogging the glass. 

Keith found himself offering an ‘I’m so sorry about him’ nod to everyone that passed them. “Pizza is not on our list.” 

“Buttttt babyyyyyyyyyy it’s four cheese. Our favorite.” Lance presented his pouty eyes again. 

“Correction, it's your favorite. I’m lactose intolerant. Remember?” 

Lance rolled his eyes. “Stop being allergic to dairy, you’re no fun!” 

“When you figure out a cure, just let me know.” 

They ended up getting more than what was on their list. As usual for them. It didn’t matter until they were staring at the multiple nags in the trunk of their car. 

Keith began to grab bag after bag, not noticing Lance not even reaching for one. “Dude, we can take two trips.” 

“No.” 

“Alright, but I wanted to hold hands.” 

Keith looked down at his hands. Both held at least seven bags. He added the bags his right hand was holding to his left and grabbed Lance’s hand. “Just get the door.” 

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[misterjauthor]

SON-IN-LAW MOVED IN

“HAVE they left for the baby shower, sir?” Patrick limped into the kitchen through the backdoor, shaking a protein bottle.

“Looks like it. The house was empty when I got back from the university.” I finished assembling my turkey sandwich on the kitchen counter and took a bite. “What happened to your leg?”

My son-in-law knocked his post-workout drink back. Every curve of solid muscle showed on the tight fabric of his compression shirt.

I discreetly checked him out while chewing.

After downing the whole thing, he reached down to squeeze his leg. “I pulled it while working out at the gym.”

“What did I always tell you to do when you have a strained muscle?”

“Ice and elevate.”

“Good. Now, go do it.” I took another bite of my sandwich.

“Sir, I was hoping you would massage it like you used to.”

Oh, god. He wants me to touch him.

My dick stirred inside my chino shorts.

“I’m not your coach anymore, son.”

“Please, sir. I remember my sore muscles healed faster after you worked on it.”

Relax. I’ve handled his muscles before and didn’t get found out. It will be okay as long as I control myself.

“Fine. Where do you wanna do this?

“In our bedroom? But I’m going to take a shower first. I wasn’t able to at the gym. There were too many people.”

“Okay. I’ll finish my sandwich first.”

My son-in-law nodded and turned around, giving me a full view of his perfect bubble butt in his gym shorts before going outside.

After eating, I grabbed the bottle of massage oil and went to the guest house.

I opened the door and went in. “Patrick?”

Running water from the shower cut off. “Just go straight to the bedroom, sir. I’m almost finished.”

“Okay.”

The water turned back on.

I entered the tidy bedroom and waited, looking around to see if my son-in-law left his underwear lying around. To my disappointment, I found none.

“Did you bring the oil, sir?” Patrick came in with nothing but a thin white towel around his waist. If you looked at the right angle, you can see his dick through the cotton.

Water dripped from his short blonde hair and slid down his ripped torso.

Damn, I can’t believe my daughter bagged this hot stud. I’ve been lusting over him since he played for my college team.

“Yeah.” I showed him the bottle and looked away before he caught where I was looking.

He peeled off the towel and approached the bed, giving me an eyeful of his swinging dick.

My dick twitched.

“Laura will kill me if oil gets on the sheets.” Patrick spread the damp towel on the bed and lay on his stomach, hands overhead.

I zoned in on the plump ass of the man almost two decades my junior.

The pouch of my briefs filled with my growing erection.

“Uhm, do you have another towel I can cover you with?”

He looked back at me. “What for, sir? You’ve seen me naked in the locker room a million times.”

I rubbed oil on my hands and applied it on his leg closest to me, putting pressure on the affected area.

Patrick winced.

“Right there?”

“Yes.”

I kneaded the muscle while keeping my hand nowhere near his dick or balls.

Every time he moaned, my dick twitched.

“Can you go higher, sir?” It’s tight right below my butt.”

My heart pumped faster, sending more blood into my raging hard-on.

“Uh, okay.” I put a knee on the bed and moved my shaking hands higher.

More moans came out of Patrick.

I avoided any contact with his dick and balls.

He opened his legs wider.

As I continued, I couldn’t stop staring at his ass. I wanted to spread those cheeks apart and eat my son-in-law’s man-hole.

My fingers grazed his balls.

I retracted my hand like it touched something hot.

Shit! What am I doing? I must stop this before I do something I might regret later.

“Everything okay, sir?”

“Uh, yeah.” I got my hands off him. “That’s enough for today. You should get dressed.”

“Wait, how about here, sir?” Patrick turned over, his dick dangled to one side as he touched his upper thigh.

Sledgehammers pounded inside my chest.

I sat at the edge of the bed and crossed my legs. “Does it hurt?”

He nodded. “A bit.”

Get it over with, Robert. It will be fine. Just make sure you keep your hands away from his junk.

“O-okay. But after this, you should get dressed.” After putting more oil on my hands, I squeezed the area he showed me.

Patrick closed his eyes and moaned.

“Did I get it?”

“Right here, sir.” His fingers pressed into an area closer to his dick.

A flush of heat spread throughout my body.

I scooted closer and massaged it.

His dick shifted and dangled closer to my hand.

More blood went to my erection, tightening the tent in my shorts.

Patrick’s meat doubled in size.

Fuck! He’s getting hard.

“Sorry, sir.” He lifted his neck and looked at me. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m getting a little excited. Laura and I haven’t had sex in months.”

“It’s okay, son. You always get hard when I give you rubdowns after practice years ago, too.”

“I guess you’re used to seeing it with the university football team, huh?”

When he and my players got hard, they always had a towel covering their crotches. Not out in the open like this.

My eyes never left his dick.

His erection kept growing until it rested on his lower abs.

What would it feel like to have his fat meat in my hand?

Robert, don’t do anything stupid. That’s your daughter’s husband.

The thumping reached my ears.

“Sir?”

I looked at my son-in-law. “Huh?”

His gaze went to his crotch. “You have my dick in your hand.”

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[salsalvador]

I love no mans sky’s story and a lot of that love origionates from spite, let me explain

No mans sky’s story is very similar in terms of objective to another game, that being Starbound, by objective I don’t mean they share the same story beats or themes or anything like that, instead I mean that they both attempt to fit a somewhat linear story into a procedurally generated, “infinate”, sandbox game, a style of game that is inherently nonlinear, and both of them go about it in different ways, and obviously I think one of them does a much, much better job then the other

But first, let’s take a quick look into the storylines of both games, at least what I remember from them, because I have to get up early-ish for work tomorrow and I can’t be assed to research starbounds shitty ass story, if it means that one of starbounds two fans roast the hell out of me for it then so be it, anyways…

(Spoilers for both games ahead, duh)

Let’s start with the shitty one, starbounds story is oftentimes considered to be when the games popularity began to take a turn for the worse, as this story literally came out of nowhere and basically gave the player a god or savior or chosen one complex, they and only they could defeat the giant hentai meatball that killed earth, even though said hentai meatball is apparently locked in some alternate dimension or whatever the fuck, and how exactly this fucker killed earth is never really explained, the story attempts to incentivize exploration by forcing the player to go to different structures of the different races and scan some shit to unlock the boss challanges, witch was just a really bad way to incentivize exploration, as it’s less like a gentle or even moderate nudge in a certain direction (like how subnauticas radio incentivizes the player to get further and further from their safety pod, and thus into more areas with more content) and as such it’s probably the biggest gripe a lot of people had with the story iirc, then you have the bosses and the characters associated with them, most of witch are fine, nuru fucks tho, but If you know Starbound you probably already knew that, the thing is, tho, in the early early betas, the bosses were something you summoned on your own planets and thus on your own terms, and as such you kinda had these really cool potential encounters where you can build terraria ass style platforms in order to combat the bosses, and comparing that to the less manipulatible and more story centered boss arenas is kinda dissapointing, I know it probably won’t work with all of them, the ape one and the dope ass bone spider are such examples, but even excluding them why does the UFO have to be locked behind an arena? Why the penguin mech? Why the bone dragon? Why the funni cult leader? I’m obviously not saying that bosses with their own dedicated arenas are bad, I’m saying that transferring between one and the other is a whiplash that isn’t likely to be good for your audiance, you are basically shifting genres, but that’s not even my biggest Issue with the story, the biggest issue is how the savior complex the story forces on the player hampers the roleplay aspect of it, likely the main thing a lot of people are playing the game for, an exact same critique I have with fallout 4, both games story tries to force your character to be a certain archetype, witch means you can no longer be whatever the hell you want, a concept that similar games like Minecraft or terraria, or even other story based games like new Vegas or skyrim, take massive advantage of, as the ability to play as different archetypes inherently helps with replayability and immersion

Now for the good game, no mans sky, hopefully this is a lot shorter then my tired ass 12am Starbound hate rant, the two stories are very different outside of the objective I outlined at the start, so it’s kinda hard to compare the two directly, but while it’s fresh on everyone’s minds, how does no mans sky handle player choice regarding backstory and roleplaying within their story based game? It basically makes it so there’s not much inherent information about the player themself, the player character is a traveler, something that’s slightly more special then the common geks or korvax’s to some extent, but are still largely indistinguishable, the story seems to take pains to reiterate that the traveler is one among millions or billions, countless others have come before and after them, somewhat making the player largely unspecial, a minor footnote as the main character, and I think that’s great, the only really required thing for backstories is that the player character crashed on a planet and lost their memory, and that they are a traveler, that’s kinda it, compare that to how fallout four forces do much into the player characters backstory, they were married, they have a child, they were a pre-war veteran, they got frozen and skipped two centuries, their spouse died during the freezing process because of some asshole, there’s a lot here that’s forced into the players backstory witch hamstrings what you can use with the playable character as a roleplaying tool

There’s also another thing I really commemorate no mans sky’s setting for, and that is it’s greater setting, it’s set in a simulation, a failing one at that, witch allows there to be a crushing twist that dosent directly force your character to act a certain way, and also fits for all potential player orientations, if your character is on the greedier side, them helping the atlas could very easily be seen as an act of self preservation, If they are on the more noble side, then it’s a more cut and dry “for the greater good”. It also helps a singular, nonlinear story work in a setting that potentially allows for multiplayer, the main multiplayer hub is the Anomaly, something that’s set up outside of the direct control of the atlas, and two players interacting is kinda like two universes coming together temporarily, witch allows both of their stories to be equally canon without hamstringing the story in the process to accommodate for multiple potential people

What if you wanted to ignore no mans sky’s story tho? Well good news! You can! After the atlas there are basically nothing major the game locks behind the story, iirc you have the potential to get glyphs without going through the story, by finding special npcs and talking to them, and there’s like a largely insignificant tech or two that is used as a reward or trophy for ending the story, and it dosent hamstring content either, you can still get most of the tech and whatever else you want at a similar-ish rate, there are even other substories that arnt attached to the main one, like the living ship or the Laylaps/Minotaur upgrade story, or the colony one where you find people to work for you, or the one where you become mayor of a settlement

Is the story of no mans sky perfect? Nah, I’d like there to be more areas that take advantage of roleplaying, for instance, to really take advantage of no mans sky’s unique oppertunity in player freedom in tandem with its story, like just smaller villages that mostly act as areas to “vibe” or maybe small cities in space, the space stations we have now mostly feel like glorified gas stations or supermarkets, and in general just kinda roleplay as a drifter or vagabond without the need of a freighter, or have more of a roleplay planned route with populated areas to hit and sell too

Anyways, enough of unhinged 12:30 neurodivergant rant, goodnight Tri-state area

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