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the-goddess-of-mischief-writing · 3 years

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Buxom beauty

Oneshot summary; You struggle, as an overweight and taller than average woman, to find the beauty in yourself. However, Loki there to make you understood just how worthy and magnificent you truly are.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot

Word; 2.900

Warnings; will say triggering themes ( e.x serious self-doubt) even if it may not be the case, maybe som angst

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

A/N: So a little mid-week surprise everyone! This fic is per request from a user on my AO3 account following their lines of: “Could you possibly do one where reader is tall for a woman but also overweight? She struggles with seeing herself as worthy or beautiful but Loki is tryna make her see herself the way he sees her in his own special way?? Please can you do this?” It started out as a drabble and an hour later it was all of a sudden a whole ass fic. Tbh I’m not even gonna apologise this time.

Your eyes were levelled with the upper edge of the mirror. Although you didn't concentrate on how the top of your head didn't really fit into the reflected image unless you took a few steps back. Instead, your eyes followed the soft curves running along the sharp edges of the mirror.

It was soft. No, you were soft in places which the majority of women perhaps not were. Rather than resemble the figure of the mirror before you, which was slim and narrow. Your body was an even curve all the way from your busts to thighs. Though depending on how you shifted your weight, it could also become uneven. Despite how it looked, some places were more generous than others in exceeding the public image of how you should look.

When you turned to the side, your head stayed twisted towards your figure. Your outline wasn't straight. Nor descending into a slender point of which your feet was the tip. It was like a wave, rising in places and lowering in others. And much like that movement of water, your body didn't have any sharp edges. It was simply soft and natural-looking.

You closed your eyes, turning back to fully face the mirror. However, as you started to walk backwards, you didn't re-open them. Purely because you didn't need to look to know there was no gap between your thighs. Neither how no trained illusion of abs existed as an outline under the shirt you wore. Nor how the fabric covering you followed the curve of your chest rather than fell in drapes.

Not until you had shuffled about a foot and a half backwards, enough so that you knew all of you fit in the length of the mirror, did you open your eyes.

You saw the tiredness in the eyes staring back at you. It was a tiredness of trying to make yourself look another way, tiredness to view yourself as enough. Only if you realised and found yourself in the fact that you wouldn't look any other way and that you didn't always need to be enough, maybe that exhaustion would disappear.

A sigh left you while you closed the dresser door to hide the cursed mirror. It was with the same force as you'd done earlier today when you had shut the locker door in the gym without even putting anything in there, choosing to just head back home instead.

You'd wanted to be there at first. But, discouraged by the little mirror in the changing room and the glances received from the already remarkably trained people working out, you suddenly didn't.

You still contemplated the choice. Because you shouldn't have chickened out so quickly. However, home meant that you only were aware of your own intrusive thought, rather than everyone else's judgement too.

Since this morning, your head had felt heavy with thoughts. Throughout the day, though, it had only gotten worse.

It felt like even though you rested, the little voice telling you you should do something was there. Yet, every time you did something, the other voice, the one telling you to stop trying, also whispered in your ear. This was a day you listened to the second, exemplified by your action of fleeing the gym.

So, ever since returning from the short trip outside, you hadn't done much more than lounge around in the apartment you shared with Loki.

The raven god was, for the moment, on yet another mission with the team. Though he'd told you that he wouldn't be gone for more than three days, you hadn't gotten to know much else of the mission. And despite you felt worried every now or then about the lack of information, it was fine. Because early on in your relationship, Loki said he never would hide anything from you if you asked, but he preferred to keep his work and private life as separate as possible.

You respected and understood that. So most times, you settled with the little pieces of information he willingly gave you. Primarily because you could sense his nerves anyway and know how serious the mission was from that. This time around, however, Loki hadn't been worried about the mission, so neither did you feel like you had a reason you should.

Although now, worried or not, you wished he wasn't away on a mission at all. Instead, at home with you.

You would've made the most out of the day, despite how you felt, if Loki was here. Maybe you would've watched some movies, gone out on a walk, or perhaps cook together. It was mundane activities but still things both of you enjoyed. Now though, the only representation of your mischievous partner was his shirt.

You'd nabbed it from Loki's side of the closet in an attempt to calm yourself down from the scent still lingering in the fabric. Only that it resulted in a critical try.

Because not only did it remind you too much of the warmth and presence of him, which made you miss him even more. It had also become the cause of you suddenly staring in the dresser mirror and becoming ever more conscious about yourself.

You hadn't only thought back on the day while standing there, but also the way his shirt fits you. It didn't hang down to your knees, not even the middle of your thighs. It ended halfway over your bottom, like your own shirt with an inch or two added. Thus, if you hadn't worn any tights, you would've walked around just as exposed as if you had worn one of your own shirts.

Even now, when heading from the living room to the kitchen, you looked down at where the shirt ended. The edge brushed along the very top of your thighs. You tried pulling it down a bit, but the fabric simply inched upwards again, making your brows furrow and lips purse.

That was until you heard something.

Your expression changed so that your eyebrows raised and eyes sought out the front-door from which the sound of a lock opening came from. You hadn't made plans with any friends today. Even if you had, they should've knocked, seeing how none of them had a key to your place.

The second you started to worry that it was a break-in, you saw a silhouette you recognised all too well. It was clad in green and gold. The raven hair that touched the tops of his shoulders, nearly blended in with the darker details of the clothing. You started to move before even registering anything more of Loki.

It was with mere moments to spare you noticed the emerald shimmer surround him and remove the armoured parts of his attire before you crashed into his chest.

A little ouf left the god, as he didn't expect the welcoming he got. But that didn't matter, as your arms encircled his neck instinctively. Unable to do anything else than simply stay put a few steps into the foyer, Loki encircled your waist with his arms, face boring into your neck as yours already had done in his.

"You said you wouldn't be home until tomorrow", you mumbled. Knowing he'd heard what you said from the little kiss he gave the side of your neck.

"Well, you know how my brother is, ever as impatient. Sometimes for the better and other times worse, thankfully this time was not the latter", Loki pulled his head out of the crook in your neck to look at you, consequently making you do the same. "Hopefully, you do not mind?"

"Definitely not", you thought you'd said it casually, but the way the raven-haired god tipped his head inclined you hadn't.

"Something wrong, darling?" You gave him a smile and shook your head as you said 'no' while stepping out of his arms. If you would've guessed, you supposed it was the way you retracted from Loki's touch that gave him more than a feeling that you'd lied.

"If there's something wrong, you can tell me", that he even said this made you understand he was aware that you weren't ok. Nevertheless, you saw the exhaustion in his eyes by being away on a mission with the team. He may have been recruited to the Avengers by his brother, rather unwillingly one may add, on the basis that the god of thunder could keep a watchful eye over his brother that way, though he by now had accepted the fact he wouldn't leave.

Yet simply because of this, or that he was a god, didn't mean Loki didn't get tired from the countless missions he was assigned. And it was because of this, you didn't want to burden him with what had weighed you down this whole day.

"I know, Loki", you turned then, starting to head towards your shared bedroom and the bathroom that connected to it to run a bath. However, you weren't even able to suggest that before a hand shot out and wrapped itself around your wrist.

It was enough to make you glance over your shoulder with a raised brow, but not enough to hurt.

"I can see something isn't right and that you feel like you can't tell me", your lip caught between your teeth at the pleading way the raven-haired god looked at you. Still, you didn't say anything, now concerned he would find your worry silly. "Darling, please".

"I-I... why do you want to know? You must be exhausted, go take a shower, or I can tap up a bath for us", you tried smiling to convince him he should think about himself before considering you. Yet, it seemed Loki was as persistent as you at the moment.

"Not until you tell me what's on your mind", he took a step closer, now tugging lightly at where he held your arm so you would turn to him.

"It's n...".

"Do not tell me it is nothing. If not because I am the god of lies, then because I am your lover", he cut off the half-ass excuse you'd tried to use and continued to look at you with the intent of not letting you escape with anything but the truth said. Despite he didn't know you knew you wouldn't have tried anything again, the last part of his sentence striking a nerve that made you sigh.

"This day has just been bad", you finally said. "I-I... it feels like I just need a break from my thoughts. And I know you probably need one too, regarding how messy those missions can get", the god of mischief's lip tugged upwards slightly at this.

"You, my dear, are a break from everything that ever could weigh me down".

"How can I be that", you snapped, hand tearing away from Loki's grip. You didn't know why you reacted like that all of a sudden, probably because what he said rubbed so wrong against everything you thought about yourself today. But it got even worse when you saw the slightly shocked look painting Loki's features. "There's so many more that could fulfil that", you mumbled under your breath, feeling the burn of embarrassment in your chest as you turned to head down the hall and not face him after your little outburst.

Yet you were stopped, once again, by the god when he spun you around to face him. The previous shock had now turned into a furrow between his brows.

"But I do not want more, darling, I simply want you", on good days, you may have smiled and kissed him for those words. Now you just cringed at them while trying to escape the grasp he still had on your hips.

"How could you?" You finally said when realising he wouldn't let go of you, head falling forwards to look down on the floor. "Just...just look at me compared to every other woman you meet. What do I have that they don't?"

There was a silence then, one that made you shut your eyes. You prepared to feel Loki's hands leave you where they still rested on your body, hot and anchoring, though that was not what happened. He did move, but not to take his hands off of you, nor away from you. Instead, his finger hooked under your chin.

Even though you followed his gentle encouragement to tip your head upwards, you didn't open your eyes despite feeling his gaze on you.

"Please darling, open your eyes", he didn't need to coax you any further. "There those pretty gems are", you hadn't even opened them entirely before Loki said this, instantly making you smile. Nevertheless, as if your thoughts today really didn't want you to feel happy, worthy, of his love, the corners of your mouth tipped downwards when remembering he still hadn't answered your question.

As if sensing, if not plainly seeing, the change, Loki's brows furrowed. You tried holding his gaze but felt you were unable to do so, which in the end, made you avert your eyes.

What you couldn't know was that your display had made Loki realise something did really bother you today and that the topic of the conversation held moments earlier, maybe a reflection of that.

Suddenly you felt how the touch at your left hip disappeared, to be sensed once more when it rested against your cheek. You were unable not turn towards the god of mischief with wide eyes at his gesture. However, as you once more looked at him, you saw nothing of the playfulness that often accompanied him, just a seriousness as he looked at you.

"You asked what you have compared to what others don't", he began, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek. "You have the ability to calm me like no other. You have a beauty incomparable to anyone else. You have my hearth", you felt a flutter in your chest as Loki's hand trailed from your face down to your waist, only to there pull you close to him, simply waiting for your answer.

Yet, for the moment, you were at a loss of words. Not only by what the god of mischief said. But what you realised and was constantly reminded of when being pressed against him. You'd never needed to crane your neck, nor did Loki need to bend down for the matter, to look each other in the eye.

"B-but how can I have all that?" Your voice was small as the question nearly trembled from your lips.

"Midgard is so harsh and stale that it does not care about anything more than looks. One needs to find softness and in order to do that, one needs to look further than the surface. If people simply choose to do that, they would find so many more like you", the flutter travelled further and further from your chest. Slowly like molasses, the doubt dripped off of your bones for butterflies to instead settle on them. But the dark and sticky liquid stubbornly didn't want to withdraw completely.

"Earth may be like that, Loki, but you aren't from here", you began, fingers twitching against the Asgardian attire, his signum, that he still wore. "You've told me how beautiful the eternal world is, so I know your standard of beauty, like so many other things, are so much higher than mine and everyone else's".

"Asgard is filled with beauty", the raven-haired god nodded, a smirk tugging the side of his mouth. For some reason, it made those butterflies feel like they drowned in the molasses. Because what else than far greater memories than what he's created with you could accompany such a gesture? Apparently, something entirely else, you realised as he continued. "Yet you, my darling, wouldn't fit there because your beauty out-shines all of what already exists. And do you know why none can see this? Because no-one can watch the sun for too long before getting burned".

"But you still do you", you stated incredulously. Thus why, if using Loki's own words, would he do something that hurt him. However, being ever the observant person he was, he caught your doubt. Which made him shake his head and chuckle.

"You seem to forget I am a god, no mere human or simple Asgardian", directly after he stated thus, Loki did something that made you squeal, in both surprise and worry.

His arms tightened around your waist and lifted you, high enough your feet dangled off the floor and your face was a few inches above his. You almost panicked, imagining you were too heavy for him, but you didn't find anything that displayed such strain in his face. And then any caution disappeared as he twirled you around.

A giggle fell from your lips as you felt the air around you shift with Loki's action. You felt light when nearly all thoughts from earlier seemingly were flung out of your mind and even stayed away when he gently set you down again. His firm chest still pressed into your soft one.

"Just think about it, darling, you need a god to love you for someone to find your true beauty. Does not that show how worthy of love you are if no other person can stand beside you and call you theirs", your smile didn't die down this time as you gazed at him.

"I suppose I must agree with said god", you didn't get more time to witness his smirk turn into a smile before his head tilted forward and his forehead came to rest against yours.

"You never must, but oh how honoured I would be if you did".

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 3 years

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'Ello! Same user here! I was wondering if you could make a part 2 to the story of my last request, one where the reader is confronted by her ex-friends at an event and Albert goes off on them how far she's coming compared to them along the reader getting the last laugh before Albert gets rid of the ex for good, if you don't mind!

Ofc I don’t mind. Sweet revenge is coming up next 😈. Anyways, i hope you’ll enjoy!

You are not alone Part 2 (Wesker x F!Reader)

•Link to Part 1

Warnings: none.

Wesker received an invitation to an event. The host was a man who introduced him to Miss Gionne and if it wasn’t for this big favour, Wesker wouldn’t go. In fact, he thought about getting some time off from his work since he felt overwhelmed with the incredible amount of tasks he needed to complete in order to finish Uroborus project. If this succeeded, it would be his biggest achievement in life, not to mention a reminder that he broke free from his chains and escaped his abuser. However, every brilliant mind needs a break from the activities to avoid burnout.

He talked with his lover about the party and she was excited to go with him. It would be the first time when they exposed their relationship publicly so she was nervous because Wesker is not an ordinary man, in contrary, his name is well known and people tremble when they hear it. Her image also impacted his.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to go?” Wesker noticed she was lost in her own thought.

“Yeah, but, I don’t think I fit. I’m not from your world. I’m just a normal virologist who graduated a normal college.”

Wesker remained silent for a second then he bursted out in laugh.

“Dear, you’re perfect the way you are. I don’t care about these social constructs, and if someone has something to say about your appearance I’ll make sure it will be the last thing they say.” He put his big thumb to his neck and drew a line. “Come on get dressed.” Before leaving the room he stoped in the doorframe and smirked. “I won’t tolerate delays.”

That being said, she had little time to prepare. These aristocrats must a lot of money to throw parties like this out of the blue. Fortunately she found a black gown without sleeves with an open back and trail which fit her body well, but it missed something. She kept searching until she found a golden snake accessory that can be wear on her back. It was beautiful and it would cover her whole exposed back. She remembered her ex saying that she doesn’t have a proper sense of style to wear that accessory but she got it anyway. Tonight she’s going to wear it and she’s going to be confident in her own skin.

The penthouse looked really expensive even if it was very crowded and you could barely see any furniture. However, when they arrive, with all the music and noise that was, everyone noticed them and they didn’t put any effort to hide the fact that they were starring at you. Their eyes were piercing your soul, unveiling any secret and details about you, stomping in into your life and violating your space. They were eating you alive.

The party followed its natural course after that. She recognised a few big names there, but they couldn’t compare to Albert. The only man who wore sunglasses indoor was the main star of the night, not like he didn’t enjoy it. He didn’t let go of her hand the whole night, a sign of him being proud to have such a woman beside him and probably he fell her being nervous. He introduced her to everyone he met and only spoke good words about her, how she help him a lot in his research and how fast she proved her worth to the company. The conversations were short as many people wanted to talk with him. She wondered how could he possibly memorise so many faces and names.

There was a group of people however who refused to take their eyes from you, which seemed pretty familiar to you for a reason. Then it hit her, they were a part form her life she tried to forget, that’s why she didn’t recognise them. She turned her head to Albert and like he was reading minds he glanced at the group. He researched her past life and those people look like the ones from the files. Her ex group of friends were in the same field as her, of course they would be there. He leaned to her ear.

“You’ve come far since then.” And placed a kiss on her forehead. He then placed a hand on her back and lead her to the other group of people introducing her in the same manner.

Of course her ex friends were of problematic nature. They followed her, undecided whether to start a conversation or not. She changed so much it was unbelievable.

Wesker went to talk in private with a woman. She seemed in her late 50s and she wear a simple white cocktail dress. The older woman gave her a warm smile before grabbing Wesker’s arm and leaving to talk. As soon as she was alone the problematic group decided to act. Shyly, one of her ex friends tapped her shoulder.

“Y/N?”

She turned around to meet their gaze. They remained the same and now she was able to see how much she truly evolved.

They engaged in an awfully long and boring dialogue in which they discussed about their lives. After they move on to compliment her dress, all of them asking about the snake from her back. She was right, none of them stepped higher from where she left them, nor in their career or mentally.

“How’s the new job? It is more profitable than the previous one? Who’s that man you’re with, do you know him?” They were so comfortable asking those questions like they were still friends, but the only difference is that now she sees strangers, strangers who are trying to enter her private life. She responded monosyllabically

One of them introduced the topic they’ve all been wanting so much.

“Have you spoke with, you know?”

“No, he tried to contact me but I never answered back.” She stated coldly.

“We’re sorry we didn’t believe you.” Said another voice from the group. “We’re realised lately how bad he was. He seemed so sweet it was hard for us to see the truth. Hope we can keep in contact.”

She couldn’t believe it how easily they approached her after all that happened. How they blamed her for being too sensitive, calling her names and ignored her whenever she needed support. She was trying so hard to hold her tears, not because she was sad, but angry. When she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore she felt a hand caressing her back.

“Is there any problem?”

The group was greeted by a tall man who didn’t seem to be in a mood for talking.

“N-no we were just...”

“I suggest you should get used to the idea of being rejected or else things will get ugly” he lowered his glasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing his bright red eyes. The group ran away in fear and got lost in the crowd.

After a while the people started to leave and the place was more clear. What was probably once a decent place to live turned into a mess, with broken glasses laying on the floor, flipped alcohol bottles and confetti. Wesker grabbed her hand and guided her outside saying he needs some air.

“Thanks for helping me out there. It was satisfying seeing them running away in fear.”

“I told you I’ll be there for you. I won’t let anyone stain your pride.”

“Cheers” they both clinked their champagne glasses.

Wesker put the glass aside and searched something in his coat’s jacket.

“I know you for a while now” he said as he seemed to find what he was searching for. “And I reached the conclusion that you’re everything I was looking for in a partner. You’re reliable, understanding and you don’t want me for my status like these idiots, you want me for who I am. You’re able to see behind these materialistic gains.”

He removed his sunglasses and now he was watching her with his amber eyes. He dropped on his knees while pulling the case of an engagement ring. When he opened the case she saw a gold ring with three stones, one big in the middle with two small beside it. It was the most beautiful ring she ever seen. The stones seemed to be pink diamonds.

“Will you marry me?”

Without hesitation she said yes. Wesker raised on his feet and they both engaged into a kiss. Her new start looks promising.

#Albert Wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil

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angryschnauzer · 4 years

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Superior Specimen - Chapter 4

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Drunken Piggy Back Rides, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Drama, Theft, Amateur Heroics, Hospital Visit,

I do not operate a tag list, but please follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, as you will then be notified whenever i post something new.

I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Chapter 4

The following few days were busy; it was the weekend and you were on duty both days, plus the following Monday and Tuesday. As it was the height of summer the museum was at its busiest, tourists, locals, and school groups all filling the halls of the old building, plus with a research team now on site the underground laboratories where people could get hands on with less valuable specimens were hugely popular.

During one of your breaks you decided to grab a frozen treat from the gift shop, making your way down to the viewing laboratories to see what the teams were up to. Sucking on the fruity ice you peered through the window, your eyes going wide when you saw Henry at the front of the classroom, thirty school children avidly listening to his every word. He glanced up and saw you looking through the window, a sly wink in your direction and his attention was back on the class who were all enraptured by what he was saying. You finished your snack and slipped quietly into the room, standing at the back where few paid little attention to you. Henry called out to the class;

“So, I hope you have enjoyed the presentation, are there any questions?”

Several small hands shot up, and you estimated the kids must have been around 9 or 10 years old;

“Do you ever dig pyramids up?”

Henry chuckled;

“No, that’s Archaeology. I am a Palaeontologist. Archaeology is the study of humans; Palaeontology is the study of fossils… they do sometimes overlap where settlements will have been made in the ice age though”

“Have you ever found a T-rex?”

“Yes, I was part of a dig in America when we found an excellent complete specimen a few years back”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Your ears pricked up at the question, and you watched as a slight blush covered Henry’s cheeks and his ears went a cute shade of crimson. He let out a low chuckle;

“Yes, yes I do”

“Does she like bones too?” came an innocent voice and you could have sworn most of the teachers on the trip had to stifle their laughter. Henry cleared his throat;

“Well, you can ask her yourself, she’s joined us and is standing at the back of the room”

At that moment thirty heads snapped around, eyes going wide when they saw you and recognised you from giving them their visitors lanyards upon arrival. Henry cleared his throat;

“Well darling, do you like bones?” he cocked an eyebrow and you could see a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You cleared your throat;

“Yes, I studied Palaeontology at university and look forward to further studies on bones under Dr Cavill’s instruction”

The kids seemed satisfied with that answer, and as you looked at the teachers you could see some of them had tears rolling down their cheeks from where they were trying so hard not to laugh.

The class soon ended, the kids packing up their bags and visitors’ packs, everyone thanking Henry for the informative lesson, and when the door finally closed it was just the two of you in the large white room. Standing next to him you smiled;

“So… bones huh?”

He snorted out a laugh as he gathered up the samples into a box, nodding to a miniature model of a Diplodocus;

“Just grab that would you, need to get everything packed away”

Following him into the storage room you slid the model onto a shelf before suddenly a strong pair of arms was wrapped around you from behind, soft lips pressing kisses to your neck and you were practically melting into Henry’s arms;

“Fuck… your mouth is so good…”

He spun you around and his lips met yours, his tongue eagerly pushing into your mouth and you felt yourself submitting completely to the skilled muscle as he kissed you deeply, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you flush with the hard plains and curves of his body. When you finally broke apart you were both breathless;

“So Princess, what do you really think of my bone?”

“Well, I haven’t actually had any experience of your bone yet”

“Dinner, Friday night?”

A huge smile spread over your face;

“That would be wonderful… just let me know where and when”

“I’ll pick you up at 7”

“Where are we going?”

He grinned;

“I’ll pull in a favour, but it’ll be high end… black tie, etcetera”

You’d returned on a high back to your desk, already thinking about what you would wear on your date. You worked hard, the steady flow of visitors wanting help was continual, and you were tested to the limits of your knowledge of languages with so many international visitors needing assistance.

However at the back of your mind a synapse was firing, and your attention was drawn to a group of older teenagers, in fact they were probably in their early 20’s. They didn’t seem to be with any of the school groups and didn’t look in the vaguest bit interested in the exhibits. They were however hovering around one of the large donation stations; the large Perspex fish tanks with a slot in the top for visitors to drop coins and notes into. In recent days visitors had been very generous, and there was a large number of notes sitting on top of the heavier coins. Once you had served the visitor who needed help finding the Butterflies exhibit you grabbed the security radio, paging the security guards and calling out a code 10 - suspicious activity/suspected theft. Two of the guards near the door looked at you and you nodded to the group and the guards started to slowly move towards them.

As you slotted the radio back into the cradle something else caught your eye, a young man intently looking at the backpack hanging on the back of a wheelchair as its user and carer were reading one of the large displays.

Suddenly he snatched the backpack and was running for the door, you called out to security, but the noise of the room was too much to be heard, but you could see the person in the wheelchair look in horror;

“My medication!” you could read their lips as they shouted and without thinking you were pushing out of the desk and yelling back to your colleague;

“Get security, the group was a distraction!”

Thankful you’d worn flat shoes; you were running after the thief who was struggling to get through the crowds. He was out the front doors and down the steps way ahead of you, but the curved driveway was packed with visitors which was slowing him down giving you chance to gain on him.

Your legs were powerful beneath you, racing through the now parted crowds and as he took a sharp left to run down the ramp to the lawns you were gaining on him. It was painfully obvious what was going on, the man was carrying a bright flowery bag under his arm, and was being chased by a member of museum staff in uniform, so when two policemen that had been patrolling the area saw you in the distance, they started running towards you. The thief spotted them, slowing his run as he attempted to figure a way out, except the lawns only had two exits; the one the two of you had entered by, and the one the two policemen were now running down. His moment of indecision cost him his lead, and as you caught up you didn’t wait to talk, you ran fully into him, knocking him to the ground and the pair of you into the shrubs that surrounded the lawns.

The next thing you knew the two policemen were pulling the thief to his feet and arresting him, security having caught up with the pair of you. A passer-by offered you a hand, helping you up but you felt wobbly on your feet. Someone helped you to the grass to sit in the shade, and you winced as a tissue was pressed to your head;

“You’re bleeding”

As you sat in a treatment area of the Chelsea & Westminster Hospital’s casualty department, the lovely policeman that had driven you there quietly took your statement between visits from the nursing staff. There had been a bad accident in Covent Garden, so all the paramedic and ambulance crews had been called to that, and with a head wound you needed to be treated. As you had been helped into the squad car you’d overheard that the thief had also been armed with a knife, and it shook you, to where as soon as you were able to you’d been sat down with a cup of strong sweet tea as the Officer had gotten you to hospital.

One of the nurses fussed around you, checking on the stitches for the thankfully small wound that was mostly in your hairline;

“It’ll sting like a bastard - excuse the language - for a few days, but you’ll be fine with over the counter painkillers. If you show any signs of concussion make sure to call 999… do you know what the signs are?”

You nodded and explained you’d covered it on your first aid course you’d taken for work as she went on;

“I’ll see if we can get a doctor to discharge you soon. It would also be advisable if you could ensure you don’t spend the night alone… it was quite a solid bump you had”

“Ok sure” you nodded as you watched her walk away, the Officer turning to you;

“Is there someone I can call to come pick you up? A boyfriend or girlfriend?”

“Umm… boyfriend…” using the word gave your mind a happy tingle at the thought of calling Henry your boyfriend; “But I don’t have his number memorised… and I left my phone at the museum… you could message him on Instagram I suppose?”

He pulled his personal phone out of his pocket;

“Sure thing… what’s his username?”

You told him and watched as his eyebrows shot to the top of his forehead;

“This him?” he turned his phone and you nodded when you saw Henry’s page, sitting quietly as the officer quickly tapped out a message, his phone beeping almost instantly to which he smiled; “he said he’s on his way”

Fifteen minutes later you were being discharged by the doctor when you heard Henry’s voice, the Officer with you peering out of the curtained area before ducking back in;

“Ok he’s here…”

Moments later Henry appeared at the curtain, rushing in and pulling you into a giant bear hug. With you still crushed to his chest by one arm he extended a hand to the officer, thanking him for helping you.

Soon he was walking you to his car, parked on double yellow lines outside the hospital and with a parking ticket flapping on the windscreen, he helped you into the car before grabbing the ticket and climbing in beside you. Instead of starting the car he reached over and gently cupped your cheek;

“How are you doing Princess?”

You went to speak but all that came out of your mouth was a squeak, the tears starting to flow as the shock and stress of the afternoon came flowing out. He leant across the car and wrapped his massive arms around you, letting you sob into his shoulder as he gently held you. When you finally stopped sobbing, he pulled away and looked into your eyes, he steel blue gaze full of concern;

“How about we get you home?”

“Please...” you said with a sigh; “but my bag is still at the museum…”

“Check the glovebox” he nodded, and you pulled the handle and your bag was there; “I got your supervisor to get it for you as soon as I got the message from the police officer… and I guess our relationship just became public too with the staff…”

“I don’t care” you said with a smile as he started to drive.

Chapter 5 >>>

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mihidecet · 4 years

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Sbi&co. D&D AU: Hbomb94

AKA: Tibi’s MCYT WritingTober, day 19.

A special thank you to @octopus-defence-squad for requesting an d&d version of Hbomb, I had a lot of fun thinking up things for him!

This is also my fill for “Survival (A tale of)” from @the-only-gamer-gost ‘s list of prompts, which has also been a lot of fun! <3

I do hope you’ll enjoy!

Hbomb has been his name ever since he left his hometown.

It didn’t serve any specific purpose, other than hiding his true name - not that it was impossible for an arcane user to simply open the backdoor in his mind and take a quick peek inside. But still.

It was a nice and simple way to separate his past from whatever adventures he was going to embark in, for better or for worse.

H must admit that he’s not proud of everything he’s done in his life.

Sometimes, coin and situations bring people to do things that they wouldn’t have normally done. He’s not fond of killing and the hits he gets are few and scattered around his life, like somebody stumbling a handful of times during a marathon, no matter how much they stick in his mind, refusing to let him go. But jobs are jobs.

And at least of that he is proud. He gets the job done, and he is well known for that. Not that he is generally well known, but still. He has gained enough renown that he doesn’t have to actively look for jobs anymore.

Still, the thing is.

Hbomb has been his name for almost forever, and yet that one time he almost doesn’t recognise it.

To be fair, the voice that calls it sounds more like a chorus of many different voices, speaking in multiple languages - H knows five different languages, ok, he’s not dumb, but he has a really hard time comprehending what it’s being said - and all coming from the same point a few feet behind him.

It’s both a whisper and a song, and to be completely honest all it does is creep him out, jump in his skin and hurry to sit up, hand moving to grab his longbow. Which is supposed to be right next to him.

Instead all he grabs is grass. Bright purple grass.

H blinks, confused, only then noticing that there is light around him, yet he’s sure he only went to sleep a couple of hours ago.

Then he looks up, towards where the voice came from, and he nearly screams - nearly being a key word, as his instincts tell him to scream and freeze at the same time, so what he ends up doing is let out an extremely high pitched “eh” sound that lasts about a couple of seconds.

The scene in front of him is both stunning and extremely disturbing.

Over fields of purple grass shines the light of two red suns, bright over the backdrop of a pastel orange sky. In the distance, a forest, but instead of dark green pines - or even bright purple trees- , all he can see are huge brightly coloured mushrooms.

And then, a few paces away from him, a figure sits, cross legged, gently floating over the grass - the strands seem to reach upwards towards them, as if attracted by some sort of gravity. While H is familiar with tiefling, the ones living in the material plane usually have only one set of horns, none of which pulse with silver light, and one set of eyes, instead of having most of their face covered in them.

Somehow, without the aid of any eyebrow, the figure seems amused. Maybe it’s the unnatural curve of their smile - are those additional eyes on the palm of their hands, or just tattoos? H really doesn’t remember drinking that much the earlier night.

“I’m going to excuse the damage you did to my creation, since you seem to be a bit lost. Don’t you know where you are, child?”

A flower takes flight from one of their horns, turning into a butterfly midway. H has no idea where he is.

The chuckle that resonates in the air around him sounds like wind chimes, and for a moment he’s reminded of an old friend, an old companion that he used to travel with, a bright eyed warlock who loved to wear flowers in her hair, simply because they would turn into butterflies as she fought.

H’s lips part in a small “oh”, as if he’s understood something, but to be honest he’s more lost than before. Surely the being sitting in front of him isn’t-

“No, I am not. She is one of my children, still. You came … recommended. Your skills have been evaluated, your deeds have been found worthy.”

That certainly piques his interest. Choosing to ignore how the individual in front of him is currently reading his thoughts - which is quite rude in his personal opinion -, he’s always been fond of Shubble, and she did seem like a reasonable and trustworthy person. Not to mention her cool as hell powers.

Still, one should be always careful when dealing with mind-reading beings.

“What do you mean? Worthy of what?”

“Capabilities. Powers.”

“Like?”

“Like you’ve never seen.”

“Would you be able to … elaborate? Please?”

“No.”

Hbomb is going to have a headache. Normally, he’d loathe such a conversation, and he would probably be quick to walk away. But it’s not like he can leave.

“Oh, but you can. I just brought you here to let you know you’ve been chosen.”

The cheshire smile on the being’s face is deeply worrying, especially since their mouth doesn’t seem to enjoy following the usual anatomical constraints one would expect to find in a mortal. And apparently now he’s signed a contract with them? When did he sign? Can he un-sign?

Another chuckle fills the air, this time sweeter and warmer, like a hug on a winter night.

“There is no need to be afraid. You’re not bound to me, not like your friend is at least. Try to focus. Find the connection inside of yourself.”

H isn’t a stranger to meditation - his parent, being an elf, had taught him everything he’d needed to know. So he stares at the creature in front of him for a moment, waiting for any sign that he maybe probably shouldn’t do this, then he closes his eyes.

It takes him a moment, but once he finds it, it’s impossible not to see it.

There’s a thread inside of him. Like a string of silk, hanging, floating at the center of his chest. It floats towards his hand as he becomes aware of it, tangling between his fingers, moving on its own as if it were water, or wind. A snake coiling around in his hand.

While his eyes are closed and his mind is focused, the being’s voice resonates inside his mind, clear as the crystals their eyes were made of.

“Be good. Good luck, plane traveler.”

There’s a quick pulling sensation around his gut - not a bad feeling, per se, but certainly an unexpected one - and then.

Hbomb’s eyes open to the darkness of the night. He’s back in the same place he went to sleep in.

But now, there is a slightly luminous tattoo on his right hand, which gives off a feeble light: a purple snake, coiling around his fingers, and a remotely familiar drawing of multiple circles on his palm.

Digging around, looking for what the circles represent, takes a while.

But he does remember talking, a few months back, with an arcane scholar with a passion for creating things out of thin air.

That, on his hand, is a drawing of the planes of existence.

#mcyt writingtober #hbomb94 #dnd au #sbi dnd au #now sbi&co #also mentioned #shubble #octopus-defence-squad

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owlsbride · 3 years

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Icha Icha and Prejudice: The Book Club

Chapter III: Who the Hell are Darcy and Wickham

He pondered the gift's weight and size with his hand before opening; apparently, it wasn't to lo long. It seemed to him that Sakura was playing nice with him. She could just choose a book as long as Konoha's history, but instead, she offered him the possibility of reading what? Three or four hundred pages? Definitely, she was becoming softer, ah maturity, she was getting there, and she was doing it in the most perfect ways, suddenly, he was glad that he wasn't that old yet. Actually, he felt like he was in a great moment: young and stronger than any good active shinobi and old enough like to understand life. Yes, perfect timing, but he also reminded himself that the thing with Sakura, was just that, a thing, a flirt. A game they both enjoyed until one day it could be over. But there was no reason to worry about that right now.

Kakashi didn't tear apart the red paper immediately, he took his time to ponder it a bit more while looking for his new cellphone. He hated that devilish device. Since the telephone signals, and with them the damn internet had reached Konoha, they had turned the village into an unstoppable tide of unlimited communications that could occur in the most diverse places. If he went out for a drink with Genma, for example, the always senbon user could spend the whole night texting with girls he got online. Instead, Guy used to make videos that he posted on the internet talking about eternal youth and giving self-help advice. Naruto kept texting him, asking when he would be ready to become the next Hokage and sending pictures of Hinata and her future motherhood, or funny dog and cat jokes. And so one day, one of the most elusive members of Konoha, despite his current position, became engulfed in modernity and massive connectivity, even with the other villages and nations. Yes, he hated, but at the same time, it was an excellent way of being in touch with people without the extreme necessity of meeting them face to face.

With all that said, he also had to recognise with a smile only visible for him, that it was the funniest way of pestering Sakura around building a lovely tension between them that rocked like waves between love and hate in the most amusing ways. So he texted her.

9:30: Morning Sakura, Thank you for the gift, I didn't open it yet, But I'm the most intrigue, Who are these Darcy and Whickham?

He sent the message and waited for the answer, he patiently took a seat at his desk and started checking the foulders in front of him. Nothing seemed too important like to take care of at that moment, so he requested Shikamaru not to be bothered during the day while waiting for an answer. Rather sooner than later, he would have to start reading that book if he wanted to be the best participant of the exclusive two members book club. Sakura's response wasn't coming, the day outside was terrible, the rain didn't stop since yesterday, and it looked like it wasn't to end soon. Where would she be? Kakashi really hoped for her well, that she wasn't working, because this time he would get mad, outraged. The vacation thing had been an order, and despite his generosity, his good disposition, his humility, his patience and his weakness for Sakura, he was the Hokage, and an order was an order. After all, it was for the good of the girl who only knew how to work.

So he texted her again, putting aside his pride and how desperate he might sound. In other circumstances, he could have waited whole days for an answer. He was not one of those who lived glued to the phone, responding instantly or pending of notifications and contrary to what they might say it was not snobbery instead a kind of an unconscious aloofness. Still, considering the circumstances, it was his right to be a bit pushy.

10:15: Oi, Sakura, where are you? all ready too immerse in your lecture?

He started removing the red paper from the book. The revealed was a slow process, almost ceremonial, like undressing her... it. The book was old, not old enough like to be a relic but it wasn't a new copy. Sakura gave him her own book as he did, what was inside of it was a mystery. He was intrigued by the title: Pride and Prejudice, no image in the cover, just a silky, velvety green hardcover, with golden letters stamped on them. Kakashi flicked through the pages from beginning to end as if to get a first idea of what the book implied, but apparently, it did not reveal anything. He had to start at the beginning.

Chapter 1: It's a truth universally stated that an unmarried guy in possession of an awesome fortune should be in want of a wife. However little acknowledged the feelings or perspectives of the sort of guy can be on his first getting into a neighbourhood, this reality is so well fixed inside the minds of the encircling families, that he's considered the rightful property of someone or different in their daughters.

So the book was an apology to what? Single men? Single women? Healthy people? It wasn't what Kakashi was expecting from Sakura.

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

10:30: H.Sakura: Sleeping Kakashi, holidays, remember?

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

10:30 : H.Sakura: You will have to read to find out. Don't be so impatient.

10:31 H. Sakura: I haven't started yet. Why so eager in perverting my mind?

So that was all after all. Sakura was just sleeping, so much worry for nothing. Kakashi should have known better. After all, the pink-haired girl was a good girl. But the truth was that he wasn't pleased about the situation. For no reason, he was upset. First, even if she was on vacations, she could have answered earlier, why to sleep late if she didn't spend the whole night reading? Second, why didn't she start reading? And finally, what was this book she gave her without any information? She wasn't playing fair. At least Sakura had an idea of what Icha Icha was about.

10:35, What makes you think that your mind is not already perverted?

Suddenly, the texting was more interesting than Pride and Prejudice, who was left behind in less than a minute.

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

10:38 H. Sakura: Trust me, sensei, I know my mind and is not as perverted as yours.

Kakashi laughed.

10:38: You are accepting though that even if your mind is not perverted as mine...

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

10:39: H. Sakura: Arghhh... What do you want?

10:40: So many things...

10:40: But for starters, I would love to hear why you haven't started with your part of our exciting endeavour, then I would love you to explain to me what this book is about.

The answer didn't come fast, and Kakashi turned his view back to the book. He caressed once more the cover, and then something caught his attention. In most of the pages, there were sidenotes and underlined sentences. Did Sakura used that book at school, or was it something else? Maybe, those notes were more interesting than the story itself. He could perhaps decipher more from her than he had ever expected. Yes, he was smart after all, and he patted himself in the back for that.

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

10:50: H. Sakura: Sensei, please, give me a break. Let me wash my face and have a cup of coffee first. Then we can discuss anything you like. I didn't start reading because I was thinking of you 10:50 H. Sakura: I mean, I was thinking what book to choose

Kakashi burst into a silent laugh.

10:51: So you are thinking about me... Imagine when you start Icha Icha...

10:52: H.Sakura: Yes, I will start thinking wich poison is the more accurate to kill a Hokage without leaving a trace.

The Hokage was so enjoying this, this silly flirting innocent game.

10:52: Yeah, tell yourself that till you believe it

10:53: Anyway, You never told me what Pride and Prejudice is about...

10:53: H.Sakura: How much have you read so far?

10:54: Two paragraph

10:54: H.Sakura: Then stop bothering me, and keep reading. Talk you later.

Kakashi finished the conversation with Sakura with her last message. He was sure they would talk again sooner than later, besides he needed to go back to his own reading.

Why, my dear, you need to know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken with the aid of a young guy of big fortune from the north of England; that he came down on Monday in a chaise and 4 to see the location, and became a lot extremely joyful with it, that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately; that he is to take ownership before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be inside the residence with the aid of the end of subsequent week." "What is his call?" "Bingley."

Notes:

Another update for you all. Kakashi and Sakura are texting, for now.

Something about the write: In these messages when I don't put the name is because is the one who is texting and POV of the character, for example in this case is Kakashi's so I think there is no need to say that he is the one sending the text to Sakura, the same will happen in the next chapter but in the other way. Is it clear or I confuse you all more??

Please please please, even if I hate pleading, you know what to do.

next chapter soon, what would be inside icha icha?

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itogatagosee · 3 years

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This chapter may be disturbing to some users but justice will be served at the end!

The thing Cora had to go through today was a test to see if she has completely control of her Nanites despite her being completely in control half of the time as they shoot electrons into her body because of her mysterious Nanites she has infused with her body and chromosomes.

"I don't want to do it yet....I'm not ready" Cora didn't like this especially with the last time Rex when inside as he almost Evolised making her extremely nervous about the pain she would receive and wants Unknown here by her side wanting to prevent anything bad from happening.

"Get over it. And six if you met this 'unknown' then how come I have never met her?" Holiday seemed to not be in a mood to do friendly chats today and decided to be a total bitch.

"Don't come running to me when you get onto her bad side" six said as the doors opened to the testing room revealing someone Holiday should rather not meet especially like this.

"Unknown!" Cora said running and hugging her instantly as she put her hands on the girl's back glaring at Holiday while six stayed quiet at the sides.

"So you're unknown right? Tsk not really appealing much but I guess you're kinda cute" Holiday said as she stupidly began to down look Unknown as she was already going through one of her side affects of over using her special Nanites and is just about to head out on another mission with Rex, six and Cora so the main reason here was to get the two and go or they'll be late to set off and help some of citizens in a huge EVO attack.

"We need to go...mission in the north EVO attack" unknown signed to six as they left Holiday in the room on her own as Cora stayed with unknown and six making their way to meet Rex as he already ready in one of the aircrafts that was going to drop them off there to take out the EVO and hopefully get ride if the Nanites that make him Evolise to prevent any further transformations in the future.

"You can talk now she isn't here" six said to unknown but she really didn't want to speak right now but instead she gave him a childish silent blackberry because she getting a ride with Cora in the sky while the other two are in the aircraft having to jump out surprisingly making him smirk but it quickly fade before Rex could see.

"Aww, why can't I fly with them?" Rex complained since he can use his Nanites to fly too but his can be a bit complicated and malfunctional sometimes when using it.

Cora's PoV:

Bringing out my wings were very easy since unknown my big sis taught me how to do that first hand but my wings are different coloured to hers as mine are fully white while hers is half white and half black but she can't even fly like me so I guess she gave me the gift of flight as she was more of the expert on the ground and close combat.

"How far are we from the city?" I asked as I held wrist while she held back onto mine making and unbreakable grip as she dangled below me confident that I won't drop her despite her knowing how to glide with her wings preventing any unwanted harm to come to her.

"About 3 minutes away now so keep going or fly faster" unknown knew that there was innocent lives in danger and had to get there before anything more bad happens so I did what she said and began to pick up more speed seeing the city and a some huge EVO rummaging through the city destroying the cars and floor with its big massive hands as it's body was bigger than a huge pick up truck as people scattered in different directions away from the massive creature but before I could even start to land unknown instinctively let go allowing her to fly downwards before opening her wings gliding done to a reasonable height that was above the EVO before putting them away landing on top of it bringing its attention onto her allowing me to land on the ground putting my wings away.

Unknown's PoV:

I went against bigger EVOs than this but I can't really say I can defeat him either since I have already over used myself from the last mission I went on making me use every ounce of energy I have in my body to activate all of my Nanites almost losing control but I managed to hold myself back hiding my monster I hide inside even the aftermath can me catastrophic.

"If I don't use my Nanites then I could possibly become this guys dinner" I though as I was knocked off with one of its hands slamming me against one of the buildings walls going through it showing it's intentions to kill me but I wasn't going to let that happen so I tried to get up but something inside stopped me as I began to feel nauseous and distorted as my vision was all messed up during my last activation of my Nanites now putting me through the aftermath of redevelopment of my Nanites in my body since they has happened before but not with anyone In the base so this would be completely new to them.

I opened my eyes seeing everything completely new but I knew I could recognise this place but what was it called? And why am I so small? Who am I? I thought to myself as a big this was heard outside shaking the room I was in.

"Where is she?!" A male voice was heard yelling outside making me stumble onto my feet again making my way to the whole that was made as it was cracked and crumbling slowly while I popped my head out in my little weird clothing I wasn't really sure I had on before but who were those people outside and why are they fighting that huge creature like that?

"She went through there and didn't come out" the girl seemed to point in my direction as the black lensed glasses I was wearing before grew too big for my tiny head to when the man looked at me and I mean at me we instantly locked eye contact before rushing over to the whole I hid behind scared not knowing the man.

"Hey....are you okay?" He said in a rather nice voice that totally didn't match his serious expressions had with his clothes and black lensed glasses looking like some sort of a spy but I didn't want to speak to him I was too afraid before hearing him sigh climbing through the whole to the other side where I was seeing me run and hide beside a drawer in a ball afraid looking at him watching him kneel down slowly lowering his swords he had held in his hand then raising his hands to his chest showing that he had no other weapons on him making me feel a bit more safe but....who was he?

"Come on...it's not safe out of here for you especially like this, trust me I will take care of you" he said waiting there for me as the sound outside ended as the big monster was slayed by the boy and girl outside but how did I get here and what is happening? I am so confused I want to go home.

"I....want to...go home" I said still in the corner hiding from him as he slowly came closer but stopped hearing my words with guilt on his face.

"Then let me take you home" he said holding his hand out only a couple metres away from me as I slowly came out before seeing the boy jump through the hole making me hide back in the darkness as the man got a bit mad about what he just did.

"What are you doing?" The boy asked looking over the man's shoulder seeing me immediately knowing what he was doing and left the house through the big hole in the wall and waited out there.

"Come on, no one is going to hurt you....not while I'm here" he said still with his hand out waiting for me to take it as I began to slowly come out again eventually grabbing his hand as he took of his suit putting around me and picking me up leaving his swords behind as he headed back outside but this time with me.

He brought me to some flying thing as it's door opened downwards as he began to walk onto it going inside of this big white thing but it seemed kinda confusing on why he was taking me home inside this thing but with the way he kept me close was also kind weird to the way the others scientist did in the nursery with the other kids like me there.

"SoOoo why did you bring the kid with us six?" I looked to my right seeing a dark skinned boy with goggles on the top of his head looking over at us but who is he? I never seen him before even in my life.

"Can't you see it's unknown Rex" the man spoke back as he still had me in his arms sat down looking at the boy but I guess I knew the boy's name now.....he sounds like a dinosaur 🦖 my favourite dinosaur.

"But her eyes....they're pink and her pupils are weirdly shaped too" Rex seemed to instantly see my eyes as I used the mans suit to cover my eyes not wanting to scare them with them like I did with everyone else in the nursery.

"Hey it's alright your eyes are just fine......stop taking about her like this. She isn't talking about your Nanites is she or why you're so darkly skinned so keep your personal opinion to yourself after all she is just a kid so keep the questions until she comes back to her normal self again" the man was right but I wasn't wondering about his skin I just wanted to know about why he had those cool goggles on his head are they for when he's swimming or falling out if the sky?

"Sorry I was just curious" Rex said kinda guilty about being instantly glued to my eyes but I like his eyes they're nice and brown and now the man said something about Nanites, what are Nanites?

No one's PoV:

Minutes passed and the aircraft landed back at the base as six carried little Unknown in his arms covered by his jacket hiding her body from anyone from staring at her and the amazingly weird markings on her back, arms and legs that seem to slowly fade by not completely.

"Where's unknown?" Cora was concerned about her big sister that she was raised by for years but all she got to see was a little version of her in six's arms covering her eyes from everyone in the main room rushing to find Dr, Holiday and contact White immediately.

As he rushed down the corridor as the metal doors opened to the lab Holiday was in constantly as she was met by six exhausted and carrying a child in his suit hiding her eyes making her confused before noticing the resemblance of Unknown especially the hair knowing that something bad must've happened to her on the mission.

"What happened?" She asked as he headed to her and the screen to contact White on it not explaining everything until he gets the right intel off the boss himself since he knows more about her than six does himself.

"I need to contact White immediately and tell him or something bad will happen to us all" six said in a panic getting up the boss as he answered a few seconds.

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White was seen on the screen in front of them seeing the kid in his arms instantly placing a hand on face holding himself back obviously knowing what happened way before letting the others explain first.

"She over used them again didn't she?" He asked kinda or every much annoyed about this but the two didn't know that Unknown had Nanites that are extremely dangerous and new something they can't get rid of even with a cure it wouldn't work.

"Over used what?" Holiday asked as White kept his serious composure around his workers while looking at young Unknown again reminding him of some very serious and important memories he had but that changed after she lost control again meaning it would happen again like this and extremely vulnerable to anyone and their actions towards her.

"The Nanites she had are nothing related to Rex's Nanites, hers are more dangerous and non-contagious making her safe to wonder around other EVOs but her are based on the way she feels like her emotions....the more she feels about someone or herself the powerful she gets making her a huge dangerous to society if she doesn't gain full control of these strange Nanites that are stuck infused with her body" White as the two were left speechless but glad that the Nanites she had weren't contagious and can't cause an huge spread of EVOs evolising in the base or anywhere in the world but she can communicate with them.

"So what are we supposed to do with her now?" Six asked as Little Unknown moved the sleeve that covered her eyes allowing Holiday to see them but White and Six didn't seem fazed about this reveal but whatever she does Holiday should never reveal anyone's identity to any other staff member without permission as it is against their protocol to do so and would cause them to be fired and erase their memories of what they were doing here.

"I think it would be better if the both of you take turn to take care of her and she must never and I mean never be left alone anywhere even in the zoo....catastrophic things will happen if you do. This will last for at least a month before allowing her to turn back to her natural age and size again" white said before cutting off leaving the rest to the for now adults taking care of a highly dangerous child right now but for the time being little Unknown seemed to be more close to Six than with Holiday since she was wearing a lab coat like some of the evil scientists did in the underground base she once lived in before evading killing half of the population down their.

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Six decided to spend most of his free hours bonding with little Unknown even though she seemed to go back to the age of 5 way before she ever met him but he it tending to try and create a deeper bond between the both of them after she grows up but that might be forgotten if it's just a timed effect.

"Are you going to co-operate with me today?" Six asked taking Little Unknown to get some clothes for herself which would be stored in the storage room clean and folded up allowing him to chose a good set of clothes for her to wear today. It was the only good looking in there that isn't too much to the eye and has one of her favourites on it which is black so this is kinda applicable.

"Does it fit? Is it hurting you?" He began to ask questions hoping that it isn't too small but it fit her perfectly as she looked at the dress she was dressed with liking it's colours.

"I....like it" she responded shyly and quietly making him sigh with relief and a small smile glad that she didn't have it to wear any of the horrible clothing that was in there.

"Good" he said as Little Unknown looked up at six confused as he took her out to find Rex hopefully to take care of her before head heads off to give the zoo a quick check up and come back taking her off his shoulders knowing that Rex would do extremely bad things that could put a 5 year old in danger.

Rex was in the gym with Noah playing some basketball alone with Cora as usual since she was the easiest person to get past and score when Unknown isn't here and right now she definitely isn't and when six came in with a 5 year old girl he instantly thought that it was his kid or something especially the way he was giving the boys a intense stare.

"What is it?" Rex asked looking down at the girl seeing it was the same one from earlier on the aircraft in an adorable little dress.

"You're babysitting until I come back....good luck" six said leaving the gym not letting Rex have a chance to talk back but it was no used he was stuck with her until six comes back.

"Hi...I am not good with kids but...wanna play basketball?" He asked a bit unsure that Little Unknown knew what he was saying but she reached out for the basketball he was holding showing that she wants to play with them so he leaded the way as she followed after them.

"So we have a new competitor.....the small giant" Noah said as he was passed the ball not really wanting to dribble with a little kid but as soon as he took the eye of the ball it disappeared in a blink of an eye making him look around then at Unknown as she ran with the ball in the air at Rex before stopping throwing it at the floor as it bounced over his head as he looked up seeing it ring around the hoop and into the hole scoring Cora a point.

"We have a very serious challenger today...oh no" he said knowing that a little bit of Unknown was still in there living the sport of basketball and anything involving a ball especially a tennis ball. Unknown looked at Cora and went to her being absolutely innocent and adorable while a unnoticed predictor watched as the four had fun in the court playing a few little games but one of them miraculously Cora won because of a little bit of luck from Little Unknown making the gym full of good mankind vibes and she smiled which was very unusual for her to do but this is little Unknown we are talking about.

"We need to get her to play for us next time Rex she's absolutely amazing to play with especially like this" Noah said as Unknown was sat at a bench behind them while they chat about her amazing teamwork and skill on the field despite being only 5 years at the time but she was trained to out match her opponents with their own skills and stats.

"Hello....it's time for your check up young one" a man came up behind Unknown in a scientist coat as she looked at him seeing his face instantly getting a unsettling vibe but he kept a friendly face on him catching the two boys attention since Cora was away filling up her bottle with water.

"Gregory? Why are you here?" Rex asked making the man standing up next to Unknown putting a hand on her shoulder looking at the boys.

"Oh did no one tell you, it's time for her little check up" Gregory relied as something didn't seem off at the time but Unknown didn't know how to feel about him as he took her away from Rex and Noah as he left the gym leaving them to their own devices.

"Didn't something seem a bit off about Gregory right now?" Noah asked Rex looking at the door getting a little gut feeling to follow after them as Rex put his arm around his shoulder facing him back to the basketball court.

"I'm sure it's nothing, she'll be back in no time" Rex said as there was no sign of Cora combing back either but it was like her to take her time when it comes to things like this but not getting water as they waited a bit longer for her bouncing the ball around hoping that it would speed things up too.

"It's been 10 minutes isn't she supposed to be back by now?" Noah asked as he looked at Rex seeing him looking at the door as it opened up but revealed six which was the wrong person he was expecting to see.

"Rex....where is Unknown?" He asked as he looked around seeing her not in the gym and noticed that Cora wasn't either making the two get a bad feeling as it hit them.

"She's with Gregory, have you seen Cora around? She hasn't come back yet, it's been 10 minutes it doesn't take that long to get a bottle of water" Rex relied as Six froze remembering something about Gregory and what his place is here at the base and it isn't to give check ups for Rex it anyone else here, he was just a scientist and a mechanic specialist in weaponry.

"You're an idiot! He isn't specialises In the medical field he's a scientific weapon specialist you idiot" six said as he headed out of the gym in a hurry thinking of the possible places he could've taken Unknown and how long we would've had her and what intentions he had making his mind run wild with possible outcomes which weren't pretty bringing out the protective side of him, before coming across Holiday.

"Have you seen Gregory anywhere?" Six asked demanding as she pointed in the direction of the lab rooms allowing him to bolt back off in the direction she pointed in. Every step made him think and wonder if he was too late but as he searched in every room until he came across the 20th one opening it seeing Gregory uncomfortably close to Unknown as he looked at six surprised before backing off from Unknown.

"Oh hi man, it wasn't what it looked like I swear I was giving her a quick check up" no matter what Gregory it just made the man even more angrier as he walked towards him very annoyed before pushing him to the wall allowing him to see Unknown.

"Talk to me...what did he do to you?" He asked as Gregory sat up holding his head from The hard he just received from six seeing him looking after the kid he was very close to before ruing his plans.

"T-there and T-here...." she stuttered shaking where she was touched which wasn't were a doctor or anyone should touch her making Six clench his hands not just in angry but from

how sick this man was for trying to take advantage of a young kid especially when she was playing and lied to just for his own sexual gratification. Six took his glasses off putting them over Unknown's eyes turning her away from him as the thing he was going to do to Gregory would be illegal and traumatising.

"Whatever you do...don't look behind you and close your ears for me" He said to Unknown as she covered her ears as Six stood looking down at the sick bastard grabbing his lab coat pulling

him to his face confronting him personally giving something he should be afraid of more than anything.

"L-look..I'm sorry I won't do it again j-just...don't hurt me! Please!" Gregory begged not thing he could do now would change Six's mind right now as he threw the man to the floor behind him still out of the girl's view as he proceeded to get down and beat the crap out of him until he was completely back and blue.

"You!...sick!...BASTARD!" He yelled not even taking a break punching the crap out of this sick twisted mans face with his own bare fists fully enraged getting revenge for the one who was lied to and wanted to give him what a criminal deserved more than just cuffs and a few years for potential harm to a minor.

The lab room door opened as Rex and Noah came in surprisingly seeing Six beating Gregory without hesitation before noticing Unknown before going to her. "Don't go near her! This hasn't got anything to do with you!" Six suddenly yelled stopping the boys making

them stand back and watch how blood was on the floor from Gregory's broke nose as it went all of Six' hand and face as he finally stopped ending it with a kick or two in the face and gut.

"Wait I need to do one more thing" six said again before going to Gregory's arm grabbing the as his foot held him still struggling before snapping it back breaking it making the two boy cringe as Gregory screamed I'm pain allowing Six to clean his bloody hands with some tissues before picking Unknown hiding her face from the horrifying scene as they left the lab room seeing Cora holding her head as Rex and Noah to rush to her seeing that she must've banged her head and possibly pass out while filling up her bottle with water and eventually waking up not remembering who did this so she thought that she must've hit it on something hard causing her to pass out but the lump made it seem unusual for her to do this for herself.

For the rest of the day they decided to go back to the gym and play basketball to help Unknown to forget the horrible thing she had to withstand and have fun as well for Six to chill too while Cora tried to collect herself seeing the Unknown seemed to get back to the way she was before Gregory came into the gym and luckily he didn't really come back or went near or made eye contact with her or Six ever again not wanting to get close to deaths doors again.

#generator rex #agent six #child abduction #hero #near death

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The Grandiose Burden of Being my Caretaker - 2

(Author’s Note: This chapter makes reference to eye trauma, and mentions self-harm in humans, specifically the chemical effects of it on human brains. Also there’s lots of blood, though no graphic violence. If this is not something you want to deal with, the unbolded part of this is a summary: In this chapter, things are getting weirder. In addition to Caret apparently being able to feel the movement of grass, Partridge’s old scars begin to bleed. Throughout the chapter, something mysterious seems to be stalking them. Partridge begins harvesting the blood she’s loosing, and designs a magical dagger, one that keeps the user alive during bloodletting, while inhibiting any biological responses that would cause them to become addicted. Caret learns to smell things. When Partridge and Caret head into the woods to activate the dagger, they come across the creature that has been stalking them, and discover it was a benevolent-yet-ominous collection of souls that call themselves We-are-the-Dead.)

"Hey, Caret, could you come take a look at this?" I shouted behind me while I looked in the mirror.

No response.

"Caret?" I looked around and left the changing room I had built. She wasn't in the living room/bedroom/dining room either.

I found her outside, working on the cave she was carving into the cliff face.

“Hey, Caret!”

She stopped mining and turned toward me, before dropping hard off the wall. “What’s up?”

“Look at my hair.”

“...Mhm?”

“How much longer is it than when we first met?”

She blinked, “Uh, 2.3 centimeters? About? Was that all you wanted, or....?”

“Well, look at the color of it.”

“Liiiiiiiiiiiight blue?”

“And I don’t have any roots!”

She didn’t seem as stoked about my discovery as I was. “And, I’m to take it that you don’t usually grow blue hair?”

“I… I dye it, Caret.”

She crossed her arms, “Well, excuse me, you come from a weird magical dimension. How was I supposed to know that?”

I must have recoiled or something, because she softened, “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m distracted. I’m running the calculations for my generator, tracking something, and trying to talk to you. I didn’t mean to snap.”

I took a step closer and worried my fingers together. “It’s fine. What are you tracking?”

“There’s a… something? I dunno, it’s hard to explain. It’s kind of like when you feel the wind move differently through your neckhair when someone gets close to you, even if you can’t describe why you know someone’s behind you. Except it’s like the grass around the house is moving differently.”

“You can sense grass movement?”

“Well, that’s the weirdest part: no.”

“Uh huh.”

“There’s something really strange about this place,” she said, scratching her eye, “Your hair, being able to feel the grass around me. Like, that’s weird, right? Plus, your stigmata.”

I shrugged. She’s tried to explain what exactly stigmata is to me, but frankly it seems far fetched. Only about three days after I met Caret, the scars on my hands and chest would occasionally start bleeding again, even though there wasn’t a proper wound. Just blood. “Sure, it’s not something I’ve seen before, but blood magic is weird. On one hand, it could be something about the world, but it could also be a combination of the residual blood magic and something about the world. Sort of like... “ I squished my fingers to interlock, “Baking Soda and Vinegar.”

“Were you planning on starting the blood magic back up soon?”

“Basically as soon as I can find a ruby, yeah. I need one for the knife.”

She made a face and stuck out her tongue, and climbed back up the cliff. I’m pretty sure she muttered “gross” under her breath.

I almost missed the smell, like ash, coming from the woods, as a cloud passed overhead.

“You smell that?” I asked, basically to myself, as Caret returned to drilling her hands into the stone above. I started moving toward the tree line. I was… drawn to an old, dead tree. It had been there since I began building my cabin. At the time, I hadn't noticed anything about it, but now there was something about it that stood out to me, a quality about it that I hadn't recognised before. Yes, I decided, this tree had allowed itself to be hit by lightning, to save the other trees. I didn't even think about how strange that thought was until I heard Caret's voice shouting at me.

"I am trying to focus, can you please get out of the grass?"

Caret and I were laying on the ground, listening to music.

By which I mean, taking turns singing songs at the other. She was way better at it than I was at it, but I think having a music library built into your brain, with speakers in your neck is cheating, honestly.

"No, no, the guitar was more like a… Wubwubwubwubwubwub, you know?"

"Nah," she said, "I think you might be thinking of like, a brass instrument or something? Maybe a tuba?"

I laughed, and wiped some blood out of my eye. "It was a guitar, I swear to Kom."

I heard her fans kick on, and when I glanced over to her she was looking at me intensely. "You're bleeding again."

"I… yeah, but it's fine."

Suddenly she was upon me, one hand on my cheek and pushing down, the other on my eyelid and pushing up to get a better look at the blood. "I can't believe you," she said.

"Ow!" I cried, "can you plea-"

"When did you do this to yourself?" She interrupted, "When and why?"

"I… the bleeding happens automatically, you can't get mad at me just because the world is weird."

"Do you think I don't notice? That the blood comes from old scars?"

"Well, sure, it’s from my work at-"

"I know."

"... Okay so," I hesitated, "why?"

"I don't know how anyone can do this to themselves, even for power. I," she cringed, "I don't even feel the way you do, and I still couldn't do it."

"It's just… normal where I'm from. Some people integrate stone into their flesh, some people take on animal aspects, some people drown themselves… some people do bloodletting," I put on an affectation, "that's magic baybey!"

"Well that's not how it is in Third York," her hands loosened up, just cupping my face. I could feel myself warming up and started to wish i had lost a little more blood.

"In Third York, before I was decommissioned, there was a wave of deaths from self inflicted wounds. People would get high off their own endorphins and endocannabinoids and accidentally kill themselves.”

I put my hand on her’s, and barely got out a soft, “well, duh,” before her head snapped like she was looking through the wall. “Shh!” she said, as her fans sped up further. Something black and fluid blasted past our window and chills went down my spine. I tried to move but even though Caret wasn’t pressing hard on me, she was immovable as a statue.

“Plea-”

“Shh.”

“Please let go.” I whispered. One of her eyes glanced down at me, and she let go and stood, before grabbing a sword off of the table.

Slam

I turned to look at the door. It was quiet again.

Slam

Sl-TANG, Caret’s sword pierced the door, followed by a loud scuttling. Caret audibly relaxed, her fans spinning down to a more reasonable level.

“Is it gone?” I whispered. She nodded and walked toward me, before wrapping her arms around me and laying the two of us down on a bed. I was glad for the company. After that, I wasn’t going to fall asleep alone.

Water flowed all around me, while I floated on my back. “Thanks for doing this with me,” I said to Caret as the blood flowed from my neigh-unopened skin, and into the basking pool.

She shrugged from her place next to the slate container I created. “Oh, it’s whatever, you know?”

“Nah,” I said, “I know it bothers you. But I don’t super like being alone when I do this.”

“Why not?”

“I’m always worried I’m going to get too relaxed and fall asleep and drown.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment. I closed my eyes and laid back. “Well, if you want to stay awake, how about I explain what I’m doing with my cave?”

“Sure!” I said, enjoying the water swirling around my body, the quiet darkness of the whole experience, as Caret started in on explaining the cavern.

It was… complicated. I got the sense that if I was from her universe I would have understood it. There is, apparently, a stream in the mountian, which she has powering a turbine, which helps run a screen, which she’s using to run diagnostics on her senses, I think? She also said that something about this process is making plants grow everywhere. I got the sense that she wasn’t sure why though.

“Think you’re done?” she asked at the end of her explanation.

I cracked an eye open, and lifted an arm out of the water. No blood, just scars. As usual. I nodded and closed my eyes again. "We're good."

"Can we please wash the blood off you?”

I stood up and stretched a bit, “Mhm, yeah.”

“You smell… I mean, like blood.”

I stopped. “You can smell now?”

She waved her hands around, “This place wants me to smell, I guess?”

“Yeah, uh, that checks out, I guess. Makes about as much sense as any other damn thing that’s happened this whole time.” I rubbed a temple. “Right. To the shower?”

She nodded and we went up the stairs, out of the house, and around the back to where the “shower” was. Honestly, it was just a hose that led up to her cave. I have no clue what it hooked up to.

She turned it on, and blasted me straight in the face. “You know, I’m going to have to make some bandages. This is getting ridiculous.”

“Aackpffthpfth,” I said, before she moved the stream off my mouth, “Tha-that’s true.”

She ran it up and down my body. “Honestly, I still don’t completely understand why blood magic. It just seems so high-risk. What even is the point of it?”

“Well, like… It’s hard to describe. For one thing, it’s a power source, you can make lights, weapons, pepple-”

“People?”

I shook my head. “No, they’re called Pepple? They’re… vaguely person shaped, but made of, you know. Viscera?”

“Dear God,” She deadpanned, “Go on?”

“Well, all of that’s fairly advanced. On a micro level, it makes you like, way harder to kill? A lot of soldiers get into it. Adventurers, rune disposers too.”

She made a face, “You weren’t a soldier, were you?”

“No! Hell no. I,” I felt my face warming up, “Actually, I was trying to impress a girl?”

“Get on your knees, I need to wash your hair,” I did as I was told, and she came up behind me as I tilted my head back, spraying water through my undercut, running her fingers through my hair. Her voice was close to me now, a sensation that I seemed to always find out I was way less used to than I thought. “Did it work?”, she asked quietly.

I flushed. “Oh, uh. No. Turns out I uh, wasn’t her type.”

“What was her type?”

“Not… uh. Trans?”

“Oh. Screw her.”

I laughed a little too loud, but… who can blame me, it cut the tension. I may have snorted. Accounts differ. “It was fine, honest. It just got kinda awkward. And I was just... Young. Kinda stupid. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, and I shouldn’t have chosen a field of work just to impress someone. Buuut at least now I bleed randomly and freak out my only friend, so. Put one in the win column?” I said sarcastically.

She got really quiet and furrowed her brow.

“Did I… We are friends, right?”

“I…” she said, trailing off.

“Oh god, I was joking but we are, right? Like, I won’t even be mad just surprised.”

“I really… Love you. Like a lot.”

“Oh. Woah. I love you too. You’re my best friend.”

“Ditto,” she replied. I didn’t often see her flustered, but I was pretty sure this had done it. She sprayed me in the face again as I sputtered, before she dropped it. “Alright get your bits clean. I’m not doing those.”

I found a ruby. The knife had been made, along with the necessary preparations. It was a full moon that night. I had a pig. I had some blood saved from my basking pool. We were in a clearing in the woods.

“I’m still… fuzzy on why we have to do this,” Caret said, trudging along behind me.

“Well, it’s partially tradition. But it also helps to activate the knife itself. It’s good to charge it a touch before you use it on yourself.”

“I don’t love that you’re testing it on an animal.”

“I mean, if all goes well it shouldn’t feel anything. Or even die,” I turned back toward her, “Theoretically you could do it on me. Wanna do some stabbing?” Her face said no. “I’m just saying, it’s an option.” The first time a new knife is used, it’s easy to be overzealous. Mostly because the anesthetic affect takes a moment to get calibrated for the first time. It’s meant to just make it so you don’t feel any pain and stay lucid, but some people have reported passing out from it their first time using a new one. Not a risk you want to take, especially with a knife in your arm. Even one that doesn't let you die.

“Really it’s not testing anyway. It’ll work, it just needs to get started up. This is how we do it.”

Cerat raised an eyebrow, "and the black robes, those were super-duper necessary, I guess?"

"It's just… the uniform they had us in back at the academy. It's comfortable. In more ways than one."

“Can we just get it over with?”

I nodded, and drew my blade. It was fairly simple. I won’t go into detail. I cut into it, filled a bowl, poured it over the knife. Just as I was finishing up, I heard a spinning up over from Caret’s direction.

I saw her before I saw the other thing. In her hand was an oak wood crossbow which I had the privilege of watching her carve, and decorate with pink dye. What she was pointing at was far less adorable.

It seemed humanoid, mostly. It was naked, with pallored, greenish skin, skin swirling around itself, with weird, empty faces appearing and disappearing, each frozen in a wail for the half-second they were around. The face was similar, so big, with sagging meat, that it almost seemed larger than the body, the eyes and mouth were huge and empty, cartoonishly so, the gape of it staring me down, as a bolt entered the eye. The eye-hole. The hole where the eye ought have been.

It didn’t seem to get a reaction, but the mouth waggled, and the creature began to make a noise.

“Hhhhhhhhihhhhhhhhhhhhh”

“Caret?” I shouted, panic mounting.

“I’m thinking,” She replied coolly, as she loaded another bolt.

Another bolt loosened, this time into it’s endless dark maw.

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-”

“It’s still not working!” I said, raising my dagger.

“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii”

Caret's stance changed as she held up a fist and shouted, "Hold!"

Everyone was motionless, apart from the swirling faces of the figure. Caret spoke up again. “Clarify your name and intentions,” she commanded.

“We are We-are-the-Dead. We have been meaning to introduce ourselves,” they said, stretching each word out, as if it was a labor.

“So should I call you like… We?” I muttered to myself.

“To what end?” Caret asked.

“To get to know those what live.” they said.

“Why’d you wait until now?”

“We are shy,” they said simply.

“And that’s why you’ve been following us around?” she asked.

I blinked.

“Yes. We have been… unsure of how to introduce ourselves. We are the collection of those who have passed on,” I realized the looks on each face wasn’t some horrible wail, but an expression of extreme nervousness. They seemed far more comfortable now, though their presence hadn’t become comforting. “Someday, all will be part of us. It is only sensible that you should know us first.”

Caret narrowed her eyes, “Is that a threat?”

They shook their collective head, “An observation. A philosophy, perhaps. Everything joins the collection eventually. We-are-the-Dead. We all will someday be… the dead.”

Caret seemed to loosen up a touch, pointing the crossbow towards the ground. “Right. Are you staying some place?”

“We are staying… Around. Not many things die. We welcome anything that joins. We were about to welcome a brand new soul,” They gestured toward the pig, “or so we thought. But we travel, and meet the others.”

“Others?” I asked.

“To the sunrise. Away from the woods. Into the sand. Into the mountains. Even in the great empty space, someone roams.”

“So… What now?”

“What are your names?”

“Partridge,” I said pointing at myself, “Caret,” I pointed at her.

“It is nice to see other faces. We remember…” They trailed off.

“Yes?” I asked.

They shrugged, “It’s no matter. We shall leave you be.”

They turned to walk back toward the woods, their body flopping and wriggling as they moved. Over their shoulder they called, “We shall see who else we can meet. And then, we shall all meet again… One way, or another.”

Like that they were gone, returned to the darkness. I looked at the knife I was holding, and tucked it into my bag. I looked at the pig, and untied it’s harness. As it ran off, I headed over to where Caret was poised. She seemed not-quite-ready to relax.

“So that was fucked up.”

She nodded.

“Think they’re dangerous?”

“Who knows. How’s your knife?”

“It worked. Pig survived it, it should work for me now.”

“Great. Let’s head back. I want to lie down.”

We started walking back home. “‘Clarify your name and intentions,’ though?” I asked

“Oh, hush. Old habits.”

#Fiction #Mythology #The Grandiose Burden of Being my Caretaker #Isekai #my writing

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charlotteroseessex-blog · 5 years

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Paedophile Hunters, how bow dah?

Everyone loves a little bit of online gratification, to have a successful post probably means more to you than getting a Facebook comment from your mum telling you what a 'wonderful young woman' you've turned into. A hundred or so likes on a photo maybe, ten or twenty shares on a Facebook post or maybe even a few hundred new subscribers on your YouTube channel is craved more nowadays than any other form of complementation.

But when does this desire to be 'liked' stop? When will the obsession to get fulfilment through the intangible consumption of likes be officially granted as the pointless self-gratification it truly is. I mean, likes aren't reflected in person. They're simply an effortless gesture of a double tap on a shameless selfie which then proceeds to enhance the dopamine of the 'poster' to gage temporary happiness, unattainable by a real life, real time, REAL COMPLIMENT given by an individual consuming more importance than 3/4 of the followers maintained on the account. Why do we all require such desperation to get affirmation from people, let's be honest, we don't really care about? It's an addiction. We, as the suffering generation of online gratification, need to be 'hit' every so often with the social media drug also known as dopamine.

Virality is a socially constructed repercussion (mostly) of when a social media post blows up and becomes a legendary product through the power of sharing. Despite the fact that not every video or photo that goes viral does so due to it's shocking or crude content, it is however a rarity these days to discover a genuinely enlightening or admirable post that would receive the same amount of attention as something that would raise eyebrows rather than hands (in applaud). It is fair to say that social networking platforms encourage and allow the ability of an individual to create a profile whereby they feel free to express themselves separate from the realms of reality. Users may post or share content they found entertaining in the hope that the same gratification is met for their followers. Through the mechanism of sharing, popular posts pursue the process of diffusion whereby they are more likely to have increasing views in a shorter duration of time.

Now, undeniably not every post will embark on the journey of virality. Who's to say what videos will be popular or not? It is not always easy to recognise the specific elements of a post which increases its potential of virality when posted online as, truthfully, we are all viewers and have as much power as the next person reacting to the same post. However - and almost in the same breath - it is more easily identifiable which content is most likely to provoke popularity amongst which groups due to our interests and influences posed upon us by who we follow.

The internet enables society to have access to an abundance of information which allows for individuals to broaden their knowledge around desired topics. Through the normalisation of being online and the excess of such we indulge ourselves in, we have now opened ourselves up to an information rich world whereby the amount of content discoverable by one simple search stereotypically provides us with around 150M search results in 0.6 seconds.

In outlining the obvious realms of virality and the content shared for entertainment, it is important to also recognise the usefulness of pages and organisations which rely on the concept of virality to engage supporters and increase awareness of underlying issues. The recent online phenomenon, known as the Paedophile Hunters, take the purpose of virality to a whole new level by using the application of Facebook to seek and achieve lawful justice. Across the UK there are around 566k Facebook pages working as exposure platforms and ensuring the safety of their local community, but more specifically, children.

The groups actively function as a justice system and upload live stings of suspected paedophiles operating in their area in order to provide a safer online experience for children. These specific pages, operated by who the police describe as vigilante's, have seen a dramatic rise in the last decade when public dissatisfaction was placed upon the police force and their capturing of child predators.

Facebook is used to broadcast live stings once a suspected paedophile is approached as the reliance on virality is the main concept which enables these vigilantes to expose the individuals and prosper in keeping their community safe. Paedophile Hunters gain huge followings and viewing audiences through their live exposures of suspected predators in order to broadcast otherwise undetected criminals to the police. In uploading content to Facebook, viewers - most likely those occupying in the featured community of the video - are able to share the content and in doing so are making their audience aware of the information they feel important to expose to more viewers.

The diffusing of information allows for videos to embark on the journey of virality and access a broader audience than those it was originally made viewable for, like followers or likes and the first audiences exposed to the video through sharing. Viral videos are created by the diffusion process and through the effects of this, causes the community to support such groups as Paedophile Hunters, in raising awareness intended for a national level to make a change in increasing police action. In videos that receive the impact of virality, it engages more people with the dangers prevalent in their local communities and solidifies further support in future stings which intends to force the police in recognising the growing demand and attention for such crimes against children.

Paedophile Hunters in a nut shell:

Paedophile Hunters present in various areas of the country distribute various job roles in gaging leads in potential offenders, one of which being an individual, usually a woman, to pose as a young child online in order to attract the men. In order to avoid the police accusing the vigilantes of entrapment, they await their fake profiles to be actively contacted by predators and then pursue the case after communication is instigated. To successfully carry out the process of catching suspected paedophiles, vigilante groups will engage in online chats with the suspect over the course of several conversations which then provides the police with solidified evidence in the form of chat histories, once they are exposed during a live Facebook sting. Once this happens, the case and all relevant findings are passed over to the police in order for true law and order to be enforced.

(Or this is what they hope to achieve anyway as many cases fail in succeeding courts as the accusations of vigilantes are often portrayed as a nuisance to police and the groups are regularly warned against continuing their services with a fine or caution.)

As the crime of Paedophilia rises citizens clearly feel required to take on the job of policing themselves. Since the rise of vigilantes, the rate in imprisonment of sex offenders has taken an unprecedented rise so therefore, without speculation, the work of vigilantes should not to be undermined. Despite the police force opposing the element of live Facebook stings when targeting a suspect, it must be outlined that the footage is then provided as evidence or used as protection if the suspected person was to create false allegations in the treatment of his citizens arrest, endangering the ethics and validation of vigilante evidence. Therefore documenting stings prevail a saviour for the vigilante groups as well as exposing identities of the paedophiles to the community.

Virality is a powerful tool which controls the material that receives the most attention in the smallest amount of time. Content which proceeds the diffusion process allows the exposure of important information to those concerned and vulnerable to the matter, most specific to Paedophile stings are groups like parents and local schools. The effects of uploading any viral video can receive masses of welcome or unwelcome attention - depending on the video itself.

Popular videos like Danielle Bregoli's featuring on the Dr. Phil Show, where her proclaimed phrase 'cash me outside, how bow dah' made Danielle famous (now known as Bhad Bhabie) with a net worth of $600k. Since the clip of her on the show went viral, she has launched her music career by featuring in Kodak Black's song 'Everything 1k' as well releasing a few of her own songs like 'Trust me' and 'These Heaux' (yeah, I haven't heard of them either)…

In outlining the impact of virality, pages like the Paedophile Hunters expose individuals on a regular basis so it is important to appreciate the power of such stings on unsuspecting local people. As of recently, the consequences of exposing innocent people has made headlines as well as the pursuit of inexperienced civilians taking the law into their own hands. In such cases whereby the concept of embracing the right of a citizen's arrest and retaining a supposed criminal fails to preserve the justice desired. Some people have acted out in taking not only the law into their own hands but the lives of the accused. Through the dangers of virality and propagation falling into the wrong hands, the chances of a successful reconstruction is unlikely due to inexperience and naivety which is especially risky with groups mimicking the process of Paedophile exposures.

An incident reported in May 2016 revealed the act of a 15 year old girl ending the life of an innocent 42 year old man, Darren Kelly, based on false convictions and entrapment. The 15 year old used the dating profile of her own mother to lure a man into meeting what he thought was a woman his own age, due to her preconceptions that he was in fact a paedophile. Despite Kelly pursuing the meet up with the assumption he was meeting an adult female, and NOT in fact an underage girl, the 15 year old had already arranged for a mob of 4 men to strip, beat and then stab the man to death which was recorded on camera. Through the method of recorded stings, it is obvious that the girl conjured inspiration from observed live exposures as posted by vigilantes on Facebook prior to the attack.

The consequences of pursuing false or inaccurate information can be detrimental to those falsely accused and can (and have) cause tragic life changing circumstances, much like the case of Darren Kelly. It could be suggested that the element of virality encouraged the young girl to embark on this specific case of injustice, merely through previous vigilante videos which attempted to enlighten the internet on police failures in protecting children against sex offenders. However it can be seen in this murder case that if the young girl hadn’t of been exposed to such live Facebook stings, she may not have taken as such drastic measures as she did in using such explicit techniques in recording the murder - but that’s just speculation.

Virality is a powerful mechanism in spreading and sharing information found to be entertaining or useful to other people. In the case of Paedophile Hunters, it is justifiable to ascertain the usefulness of their videos reaching a virality status in urging for change and exposing issues currently hidden from the public. Despite the dangers of virality it is important to understand that the internet only gages a crisis when the content shared is harmful or threatening to others. Unlike in the clip below whereby the only posed dangers are for those susceptible to falling victim to the predator...

LIVE STING: DARK JUSTICE

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Concept 3: VR Glasses

Fontys students needs a VR set for the classes, because the time of COVID, they are home, so they can see the teacher and the presentation by using the VR from home, so they can be part of a virtual class.

Aren’t we all tired of having boring, flat online classes on our laptops, which may not be with a 4k screen. We present to you the virtual reality classrooms.

The audience would need a VR set, which will be connected to a virtual room. The fields that we expect the idea to be implemented in is arts, engineering, ICT – we think that this will open a new learning and creativity level, as for arts you will be able to create art that has never been thought of, as per the technical department it could be easier for students to understand how some mechanical part works if they could see it from the inside. Each attendee will be able to customize their own human (eyes, hair, height, etc…) so that they can be recognised by others. Rooms will be created in which people will be able to do exercises together. Whenever a lecture would take place everyone’s view will be overridden by the presenter. While you are using the VR, as everyone is displayed around, you will be in front of the teacher, as in one-on-one meeting. You will be able to select the settings of your surroundings - If you want the class can be led in the garden or in a classroom. If the person watching lost focus for a moment, they will be able to go back, whilst the live stream continues, so that they can go up to speed.

The presenter would have to be in a room, which will be surrounding them with cameras, in order to create a 3-dimensional representation of them. If the presenter would have media to display it will be portrayed next to them, enabling everyone to interact with it.

Students will not be obligated to buy the VR set. (If someone owns one, they will be instructed on how to make it compatible with our systems.) It may not be very economically friendly since VR sets are currently expensive and it is a hefty machine to begin with. However, with the time progressing the VR will surely get cheaper and compacter. It is going to be provided by university, obtained by funds or the tuition fees. To minimize the costs, VR sets will be rotated between groups each week, so that less people will be attending university, hence less health issues. If the equipment malfunctions, a person will try to debug it with you, if unable, you will have to bring it back to university.

Health and recreation:

Whenever there is no lecture in progress the VR could be used as to the user sees fit.

The VR would make teaching easier in our opinion since the student will be focused only on the lecture and no outside variables will be interfering with the studying. There are some concerns that students might abuse this and become more introverted, which by solving the issue in the teaching department, might open issues in psychology, therefore a contingency has been taught of – if a user logs certain amounts of hours per day they are forced of going out to sport, by blocking the use of the VR and, if possible, tracking their activity using the phones health app.

Everyone will be generally cleaning their sets before handing them in, however before the next person receives the set, it will be sanitized using UV rays.

Class time and breaks:

The usage of a whiteboard will not be an issue as you will have an interactive one. Whenever a teacher would like to use a whiteboard, he will have to pull up a presentation screen on which he will have to write down whatever they would like. If a student would need to write something on the whiteboard, they could either stream their screen on the board or take control of the board.

Each teacher can create as many rooms as the speed limit will permit them. For example, a student may want a 1 on 1 meeting with the teacher where they will be taken to a Privacy room.

As to taking notes the lecturer will be unable to view your notes for the sole purpose to lower internet traffic and also taking notes is entirely up to you and it is your own responsibility. However if you would like to take notes you could hook-up your laptop to the VR and you will be able to view your screen without removing your set, therefore no mumbo-jumbo notes. The same can be applied for taking notes on a tablet – casting the screen so you are able to view what you are typing. Unfortunately, taking physical notes is not recommended for two reasons: unless you are a top tier shorthander, you will have less paper usage, which will bring up to less killed trees. Making exams with the set will be helpful for the student and the teachers. Students will only be able to view their presented surroundings on the vr and their screen which will be recorded for future references.

Breaks would commence in separate break rooms, where students will be able to play games together (e.g. Ludo, Uno, Phase 10, etc…), whilst spending quality time with other students. That is, if the students want to stay in the VR during the break.

Whenever the VR set is removed the person will disappear from the room, so that people do not connect so they don’t get absence and others are aware that they are unavailable.

I would love to be able to study like that as I am very easily distracted by everything – phone, sounds, people walking by. In the VR I’ll have the reality that I want projected in my eye.

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catalinacimpoesu · 3 years

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Folklore metamorphosis

Illustrated patriotism

The nearest post-mail in my neighbourhood is about 5 minutes away from my house. On the 6th of December important elections will take place back home and because I will be in the United Kingdom, I will need to vote from abroad. During that short walk to send my envelope, I felt a shivering sensation of excitement along with a bunch of flashbacks of old black&white photos that appeared in my mind. Photos of my grandmother wearing a traditional costume, photos of family gatherings, photos from important events such as baptisms, weddings and why not, funerals. Back then, showing their local beliefs on a small non-saturated paper with curved-cut-edges was people’s way of keeping visual memories through generations.

Leaving this aside, I was always attracted to traditional patterns from all over the world because every shape and colour makes the whole image seem recognisable in every context it is placed. Folklore’s authenticity is what makes it immortal (Foster et al., 2015, p.37) and a tough subject full of concerns.

However, what specific item defines the folklore of a country? As time passes and people change their mentality is the new one replacing the existing one or can we say some elements are not changeable?

I will only refer about patterns in this post. Patterns that can be found on either clothes and any other materials, sew by hand by our ancestors and duplicated in a digital version by the graphic designers and illustrators nowadays. A language along with all of its aspects, including written and oral sayings, beliefs and architecture are forms of expressing folklore over time, (Jones, 1994, p.3) but I prefer to focus on the synaesthetic side because usually the images and textures own the most frequently usage in my area of interest.

Along with the development of social media platforms people might think humans should evolve and include traditional details less in their artwork, due to the minimalist trend is currently developing. As a graphic designer I started thinking if my input in having the ability to change minor elements in a traditional pattern will create positive or negative reactions to the public. Traditionalism versus modernism: the never-ending debate.

Moreover, can any changes a designer makes influence the perception of the traditional culture overall? That being said, what is the boundary a graphic designer can reach to maintain a tradition alive but still apply his creative thinking?

Starting from the ideology that a graphic designer makes his work for commercial purposes, rather than the artistic expression to the public, I can assume that his inspiration to illustrate his ideas are coming from daily activities and way of living found in a certain area at a specific moment in time. In the section “Commercial Assemblange” (p. 52), Foster describes this term as the ability of gather information from different parts of a place to set a common desired frame of mind, while folklore is spreading its presence in the opposite direction: from a core to different separate displays.

In other words as a personal metaphor, I can say that the process of creating a brand identity for a new company is similar to the one that defines a folklore (because it is broadening its guidelines to multiple individual objects), but the process of creating the logo for the same brand is similar to a commercial assemblange process, previously mentioned (analyses external information to create something unfamiliar).

Virtual Folklore

I recently started working as a freelancer for a make-up remover brand, ready to release in Cologne, Germany. MixedSkins on its name, meant to have its debut on Amazon as a new seller, before December 2020. My work was just to follow the briefs Krisztina, the owner, was sending me and place all the elements in a joyful harmony. But something was missing. Even with the whole brand identity already set and all folk patterns finished and ready to be used, my mind could not perceive the whole picture as suggestive for the customers. I was starting to ask myself why it takes me so long to even imagine how the final photo should look like, especially fully-understanding the brand characteristics.

Krisztina had chosen the elements which individually would suggest East-European folklore: red and pink flowers, leafy-motifs and a flax-pattern background, all of them inspiring a very fresh rural environment. Therefore when combined these would not impress anyone and look cheap or unpolished.

In her eyes everything was amazing because it was her own brand that was developing so fast and. For me, everything could look better and communicate more trough the channels if more senses were involved.

Starting thinking what I would improve, without considering the classification of folklore items (Melnikova et al., 2020) I realised the entire user experience process was unsatisfactory. Music and motion gestures visible on the brand’s social media accounts and website were missing. Suggestive words, icons, fonts and a consistent structure of the components would have been improve the overall interpretation of the company’s beliefs. Especially now, when the information is travelling at the fastest speed (Salehudin et al., 2020). With this in mind, we are living the times where people get bored really quickly and only something outstanding would catch their attention. In order to do that, when analysed in depth a folklore themed brand can win people’s hearts by reinventing itself trough a full-experience trough different means.

Rebranding the folklore

Traditional aspects are changing and reshaping themselves without many people to be aware of the functions of the Internet, that surround us. Embracing digital culture while still maintaining the folklore features alive and visible to the world can now become a serious topic. I truly think the only word that can describe the evolution of folklore during time is interactivity. Freedom of expression can reshape the traditional patterns in an innovative way to stay connected with the world and history (Bronner, 2009). For graphic designers and illustrators nowadays this remains a challenge because of the struggle generated by the need of stand out while still follow the rules.

Despite of this, I think folklore, similar to a celule-multiplication process, always generating new data starting from the same origin, carries the challenge of people to adapt to its transition in all spaces while keeping its presence alive.

At the same time, in this situation designers and the public are concerned about setting the boundaries into making changes and try not to loose important information on the way.

To conclude, folklore will remain one massive source of information when creating a new project as a graphic designer. Telling a story to the viewer has the highest chance to win his heart just by approaching a sensitive personal side of internal proudness.

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Melnikova, O.K., Yahin, M.A., Burenkova, O.M., Makayev, K.F. & Makayeva, G.Z. (2020), "Internet communication: architecture and typology of digital folklore", IOP conference series. Materials Science and Engineering [Online] vol. 890, pp. 12212. Available from: https://iopscience-iop-org.ezproxy.herts.ac.uk/article/10.1088/1757-899X/890/1/012212/pdf [Accessed: 20th of November 2020]

Salehudin, M., Hamid, A., Zakaria, Z., Rorimpandey, W.H.F. & Yunus, M. (2020) "Instagram User Experience in Learning Graphic Design", International journal of interactive mobile technologies. (Online) 14 (11). pp. 183-199. https://doi.org/10.3991/ijim.v14i11.13453 [Accessed: 20th November]

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