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thatdammchickennugget · 5 months

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Smoke Slow

pairing - lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

warnings - fluff, mention of an argument, smoking

wordcount - 2.5k

a/n - I was looking through my concert videos from this year and it made me listen to Smoke Slow by Joshua Bassett again (still kinda obsessed with this song because he looked me in the eyes and touched my hand while singing it) and I couldn't stop thinking about Enzo while hearing it. So here's a little Enzo songic inspired by it :)

“She asks for a light As our secrets spill on the window sill We're buying more time While we kill ourselves as we both inhale”

Enzo was wondering what was taking Theo this long. The other boy had asked him to join him and then instantly left him, telling Enzo to wait and throwing his pack of cigarettes into his lap. Now Enzo was awkwardly sitting in the designated corner of the Ravenclaw common room where the smokers perched on the windowsills during parties, all by himself and trying to look like he belonged there.

Sure, he has had the one or other cigarette before, but he had never really understood what exactly it was that his friends found enjoyable about the little cancer sticks. He was not really a fan of the way they were carelessly polluting their lungs, but unfortunately, he was also an enabler. So, of course he had agreed to keep Theo company.

He was so focused on the crowd of students dancing and milling about the room, trying to find a familiar face to wave over and keep him company, that he did not notice the girl climbing on the windowsill next to him.

"Can I borrow a light?" Your soft voice startled him, as he turned his face to realise he had company. You were sitting facing the opposite direction, your legs dangling off the edge of the sill, a cigarette tucked behind your ear. You reached for it, taking in between your pointer and middle finger as you shot him a wry smile. "I left my wand in my jacket and I can't be bothered to get it right now."

The way the moonlight reflected in your eyes made his heart skip a beat. Noticing he had not actually responded to you yet, feeling like a creep sitting there and staring at you, he quickly nodded. His fingers hurried to open Theo's pack of cigarettes he was still holding, knowing his friend always kept a lighter in there.

Passing it to you, he used your moment of distraction while lighting your cigarette to take another look at you. Dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a sweater, you seemed a little out of place. Not that Enzo thought there was anything wrong with your choice of outfit, but the girls he usually talked to at parties loved to take every little opportunity to dress up.

His eyes wandered back to your face only to find you already looking back at him. "Keep staring and I might do a trick," you told him with a grin, taking a drag from your cigarette.

“Making believe there's a future Is it naive to think we could work? The second it's out, then I lose her We're already here, so one more won't hurt It won't hurt”

Enzo felt his face heat up at being caught, clearing his throat as he averted his gaze. "S-Sorry," he stuttered out, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the pack in his hands. "I was just trying to figure out if we've met before. I don't recognize you."

He heard the awkwardness in his own voice and frowned. Why was he acting like this? Normally he had no problem talking to people, no matter who it was. But you had to be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen at Hogwarts. It was apparently throwing him off his game quite a bit.

You let out a small laugh, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. "It's okay," you said softly. "We haven't, at least not officially. You're a year above me so we don't share any classes. I would have been surprised if you knew my name."

"So, how do you know what year I'm in if we've never met?" Enzo adjusted slightly, drawing his legs up and turning to face you, Theo completely forgotten by now.

You let out a breath of smoke, watching the cloud dance out into the windy night. "Well, everybody knows who you are. Your group of friends has quite the reputation actually. Also, you're on the Quidditch team which means every person in this castle has heard your name before."

Enzo chuckled lightly, leaning his head back against the windowsill. "Okay then, I think if you already know who I am, I at least deserve to know your name?" he said, his signature charming smile spreading across his face.

You told him your name after blowing out another cloud of smoke, feeling slightly guilty about the flutter in your stomach when he repeated it. Your name sounded perfect coming out of his mouth and you could not help but hoping he would say it more in the future.

Enzo was about to ask you more questions about yourself, when he spotted Theo's tall frame break through the crowd. He caught his friend's eyes over the top of your head, trying to convey the silent message to make himself scarce and leave him alone with you. Theo's eyes slowly wandered from Enzo to your smaller frame, understanding crossing his face.

Enzo's face flushed again when Theo sent him a cheeky wink before turning to get himself a drink, leaving the two of you to talk.

“But all that we are is all that we'll ever be 'Cause he's the one waiting at home She holds my guitar as I pluck out a melody There's only so far we can go Next to you, but I'll never be close So take your time while you're mine And smoke slow”

Enzo scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of you at the next party. His heart skipped a beat when he spotted you, but his excitement turned to disappointment as he noticed you were with your boyfriend.

He had done his homework throughout the week following the Saturday he had met you for the first time. By now, he knew what house you belonged in, who your friends were and that you could be found in the library as soon as you had free time to yourself. Unfortunately, he had also learned that you were in a relationship.

Enzo couldn't help but notice the lack of joy on your face, and a pang of concern tugged at his heart. He watched from a distance, observing the interaction between you and your boyfriend. Enzo couldn't shake the feeling that you deserved more happiness than what he saw in that moment.

He had been keeping an eye on you all week and was already confused about why you were with the guy. When the two of you were together, the look on your face dampened, the bright smile he had seen on that windowsill gone as if it never existed in the first place.

As the night went on, Enzo found himself unable to focus on anything else but you. He discreetly kept an eye on your interaction with your boyfriend, noticing the subtle signs of unhappiness as your boyfriend's grip on your hip tightened as he talked with his friends, you standing by as if you were merely there to observe.

“Breaking away For the hell of it Started innocent I'm telling you things that I've never said Hope I don't regret this”

Finally, an opportunity to talk to you presented itself when your boyfriend excused himself to go get a drink, you immediately starting to make your way to the smoking area. Enzo had been sitting on the same windowsill all night, sometimes joined by Theo or Mattheo who both made fun of him acting like a lovesick puppy over a girl he had spoken to once.

A bittersweet smile played on your lips as you spotted him there, almost as if he had been waiting for you. Enzo's heart swelled with hope, but he remained composed. Maybe you had been looking forward to seeing him as well?

"I wasn't expecting to run into you again," you greeted, your hand resting on the stone window frame, your fingers tracing the smooth surface. "But I'm glad. Seems I don't have my wand on me once again."

He happily reached into his pocket, pulling out the lighter he had bought in Hogsmeade just that morning, hoping you would ask him for a light again. You thanked him with a smile, settling into the space beside him, cigarette held between your pointer and middle finger.

"Want one?" you offered him your pack. Even though he would not enjoy the scratch of smoke in his throat, he found himself accepting, taking back his lighter, skin tingling where your fingers brushed against his. If it meant you would stay here at the window with him for a while longer, he would smoke as long as you wanted him to.

“Making believe that we're clueless One little spark that we won't put out Makin' a million excuses 'Cause isn't it fun just for now?”

Enzo's heart sank as he watched you and your boyfriend engaging in a heated argument at the party. He could see the pain etched across your face, and it was evident that tears were threatening to spill from your eyes.

From the look on your face, you had no idea what had set your boyfriend off in the first place and Enzo shared in your confusion. From where he was once again sitting at the windowsill, waiting for you to come over to have a smoke, it had looked as if everything was perfectly fine a moment ago.

You covered back from the guy as he got closer into your face, his words too quiet for Enzo to hear but he was jumping to his feet anyways. Before he was able to reach you, your boyfriend was gone already, leaving you behind in the middle of the Ravenclaw common room with tears in your eyes.

With empathy in his voice, Enzo approached you, gently asking, "Hey, would you like to get out of here?" His eyes conveyed his sincere concern, offering you an escape from the prying eyes and judgmental stares of the other partygoers.

You looked up at him, your tear-stained cheeks reflecting the soft glow of the party lights. Grateful for his offer and more than ready to get away from all the stares, you nodded. Enzo extended his hand, a silent but much appreciated gesture.

As you took his hand, a sense of relief washed over you. The two of you moved away from the party, leaving behind the noise and chaos, as he led you through the silent castle hallways and out into the courtyard.

Finding a quiet bench nestled beneath a tree, Enzo sat down beside you, creating a safe space for you to gather your thoughts. He didn't pry or ask any questions, instead offering a comforting presence as you allowed yourself to finally release the tears that had been building up inside.

Enzo's gentle understanding and compassionate nature provided you with the support you desperately needed in that moment. With him by your side, the weight of the argument and the judgement of others seemed to lift, leaving only a sense of solace and understanding.

Sitting outside, the gentle breeze caressed your face as Enzo began to tell you about how Draco fell down the stairs earlier that day, the image of Malfoy falling on his face finally bringing back the smile on your face. Enzo's witty storytelling skills effortlessly lifted your mood, making you forget your troubles for a moment and allowing laughter to fill the air.

By the time the tears on your cheeks had dried, Enzo's curiosity got the better of him and he asked about the argument he had just witnessed. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him as you spoke. "I just asked him to dance. He didn't want to, so I said I would go back to my dorm then and that I don't understand why he always drags me to these parties if he's just going to ignore me the whole time."

"That's why he was screaming at you?" Enzo asked, surprised. By the look this guy had on his face, he had assumed something seriously bad had happened. "Because you wanted to dance with him?"

"Well, he called me childish and embarrassing. But I just wanted him to pay some attention to me. But it doesn’t matter, he just broke up with me anyways."

Seeing the hurt in your eyes, Enzo quickly got to his feet. "He's a dickhead and he doesn't deserve you. If you were my girlfriend my attention would never not be on you."

This time it was your face that turned red when he offered you his hand again. "Still up to have that dance?" he asked.

“Addicted to illusions of a love that never was And never will be anyway, ooh And nicotine don't taste the same If I'm not with you, savoring every breath we take Play with fire, take me higher”

At first, you hesitated. "There's no music, Enzo," you told him, letting out a small laugh.

But you stood up anyways, taking his hand in your own. He led you a couple steps away from the bench, gently placing his other hand on your waist. In the absence of music, he whispered lighthearted melodies, creating an imaginary rhythm that only you both could hear. With each step, the weight of the hurtful words lifted, replaced by a fluttering warmth in your stomach.

You twirled and spun, lost in the moment, as Enzo's infectious laughter filled the air. The world around you blurred, leaving only the warm shine of the moonlight and the sound of your laughter intermingling with Enzo's.

As the dance came to an end, you found yourself smiling genuinely, feeling lighter and more uplifted than you had in a long time. A comfortable silence fell over you as he stopped humming, his bright eyes meeting your own as you looked up at his face.

Slowly, his face leaned closer to yours, not breaching the space entirely yet. He was leaving the decision to you, afraid of reading this wrong and pushing too far. With his thumb tracing patterns into the skin of your waist, you made up your mind, breaking through the little space left between you and pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss.

“All that we are is all that we'll ever be 'Cause he's the one waiting at home She holds my guitar as I pluck out a melody There's only so far we can go Next to you, but I'll never be close So take your time while you're mine And smoke slow”

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crustaceousfaggot · 1 year

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So I've been thinking a lot about the setting of Disco Elysium. Specifically it being set in late winter/early spring. It's not something I've really seen anyone else bring up.

I mean, the symbolism seems pretty obvious right? Spring is the time of new beginnings, winter is ending and we're entering a time of potential and rebirth. Definitely nothing new. But I think it goes beyond that.

I live in one of the coldest major cities in the world. Not *the* coldest, but you'll be hard-pressed to find a city with over 1,000,000 inhabitants that gets colder than it gets here. Winters are long and brutal and difficult, and when the soil itself is frozen and covered in a foot of packed snow it's really hard to believe that the world could look any other way.

And don't get me wrong, winter is beautiful. The world is quiet and picturesque. There's none of the usual dirt and debris in the streets because it's all buried under the snow. The way that fresh snow sparkles under street lights at night is one of the most breathtakingly gorgeous things I've ever seen.

It's early April right now, and the snow is melting. It's not all gone, but it's getting there. When the air starts to warm up there's this feeling of excitement and anticipation in the air. Spring is here, and any second now the world will be bursting with new life and beautiful greenery.

But it's not. Not yet.

For about a month and a half after the snow starts to melt, the world is grey. No glittering snow, no budding flowers, no swirling red leaves, just puddles of brown water and lawns of brown grass. It's like winter had ended, but the world has yet to realize that it's supposed to be spring. Until it remembers, we're all trapped in a world where there is no season at all.

Sometimes it snows, but the snow never sticks around. Sometimes it rains, but the rain never brings flowers in its wake.

That last month of winter, that first month of spring, whatever you want to call it, is my least favourite time of year. I heard it described once as "the long-preserved corpse of autumn, finally allowed to rot", and that phrase stuck with me. There are eight month old leaves on the ground, skeletal and bleached grey by a winter trapped under the ice. Without the snow to cover it, you can't ignore just how much we've let our city go to shit. The trees are bare and skeletal, and even the evergreens look washed out and grey when they're not contrasted against the snow. Most of the birds aren't back yet, so the only sound outside my window is the ever-present hum of traffic.

It's impossible to ignore the movement and the sounds of humanity, but at the same time the world has never felt so stagnant.

I think there are all sorts of comparisons you could draw here, some of which hold up better than others. The one that first comes to mind for me is sobriety- the line "Full recovery will take years, though. It’ll be depressing. And it’ll be boring. Don’t expect any further rewards or handclaps." from the "Waste Land Of Reality"o thought is one which really stuck with me on my first playthrough, and one which feels especially appropriate here. But that's just one angle.

How much of this was intentional? I don't know. Probably not most of it. Part of me just wanted to go on a little tangent about the seasonal purgatory I'm trapped in once again. But I genuinely don't think there could be a better time of year to set a game like Disco Elysium. That bleak dusty shoulder season, where all the ugliest and most honest parts of nature and civilization are on display. The time of year where I've gone through the ringer and come out the other side, but everything still looks and feels like shit. It's just a different kind of shit.

Spring isn't here. Not yet. And when it does come, it won't fix anything. There will still be garbage on the ground and pollution in the air, there will still be class inequality and senseless violence and I will still be mentally ill.

But still.

For the first time in months, I can feel the wind against my skin without it hurting.

Whatever that's worth.

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darkbluekies · 1 year

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Family life with the yandere OC's

A/N: a few of you have asked about having kids with the yanderes or already having kids when meeting them etc, so I figured I'll give my view on how they'd handle a family with you :)

Warnings: drugging, neglect, isolation, guns, threatening of beating up fifth graders,

Silas:

Things will change once you have kids. Oh, they’ll really change. For the better? Of course not. He’ll grow even more protective and possessive over you and your children. I can see him with three daughters of different ages. He’ll move from his two story house to a bigger one out in the countryside so you and your child can grow up far away from the city’s polluting atmosphere. He wants to be able to ‘taint’ his children himself, no one else. After all … if your kids start to talk about your home life at school … maybe someone will try to take them and you away from him.

As a father, Silas will be the ultimate deal. He'll be loving, playful and protective. He will give your daughters whatever they desire. All he wants is to see them happy. They will go to school under fake names to make sure that none of his enemies can find them. You better get ready for hell if someone (even from school) dares to hurt your daughters because Silas will do everything in his power to get rid of the ones that have the nerve.

"Daddy's home! Hi, my beautiful girls, i've missed you so, so much! Have you been good girls while daddy's been gone? Wonderful. Where's Y/N? Upstairs? Thank you. I have to go hug them too."

Dr Kry:

Once you find out that you'll have twin girls, Dr Kry is quick to turn off the poisoned air purifier. He can't risk that anything happens to you or your kids. He'll move you from the hospital to his house in the woods. He wants his kids to grow up near nature, to care about the earth and its inhabitants. It's a perfect place too, there's no one around.

As a father, Dr Kry is strict and a bit harsh. He wants both his daughters to succeed and not be compared to one another. He will read for the family in front of your fireplace in the evenings and teach your kids things about the world. As much as he'd like to homeschool your twins, he can't do everything at the same time. He'll let them go to a private school that shares his beliefs and tutor them a bit on the side. He will support your kids in any way they need to affirm that they'll succeed in life.

He won't keep them sick, like he does with you … unless they figure out what he's done to you. He's done his best to indoctrinate your twins, but if his smart genes have passed on to them … then he'll have no other choice.

"Sweetpea, don't look at me like that. I have to do that! They know about what happened at the hospital. They know everything. They're smarter than I thought. Of course I love them! That's why I'm doing this! They're safe this way. If I can't create a world for them, then they'll have to stay home. They have each other, Y/N, they're okay. I will do anything to protect my family."

King Edmund:

He’ll be joyful. Maybe not too much about having a kid … but because that part is over now. He won’t have to worry about not getting an heir. The castle will get more guards now that there’s a baby coming. Every corner will be baby proofed and every staircase will be watched. Every window will be locked and every door blocked off. You’ll have maids surrounding you everytime Edmund’s not close. He won’t risk a. single. damn. thing.

As a father, Edmund’s absent and strict. He expects his son to be a worthy heir and continue his legacy. If he doesn't, he'll be more than disappointed. He'll watch you play with him from afar with a smile on his face. Deep inside he really loves the child, but there's so much more on his shoulders than just raising a kid. He has to teach him so, so much. He can't be a failure.

He'll teach his son to protect you when he's gone. And your son will do everything to impress his father. If you thought that Edmund was suffocating, you haven't seen his offspring.

"Why that look, my dear? Our son wasn't letting you leave the room? He threatened a guard? Oh my … sounds like it's my kid afterall. I'm proud of him. Now I know you'll be in good hands when I'm gone."

Jerry:

To be honest, Jerry doesn't want kids, but if she had one, it'd be a daughter. She knows she'll mess them up, she won't be a good mother. She's terrified of giving birth and hates toddlers. It'd be better if you already had a daughter / sister before Jerry laid her eyes on you. Wherever the child comes from, Jerry will take care of it her way. She'll teach her to protect herself and to fight. You'll notice that Jerry will be softer with her and do whatever the little girl wants. Bake a cake? Go shopping? Beat up some fifth graders? Jerry will bring her baseball bat.

Jerry will be more of a big sister / aunt, then a mother. She will move with you and the little girl to a new house to give all of you some more space. She will have her men watching the house at all times. You want to leave her, knowing that she's not good for the little girl, but the little girl seems so happy. She really thinks that Jerry is cool. Jerry will never let the two of you leave, she's never been this happy.

"Hi, baby boy/girl, how's it going? You're mad because you can't leave the house? Well, duh, it's for your safety. By the way, I brought our little girl to the shooting range. She needs to learn how to use a gun. What? No, I'm not making her into a mini-me! I'm creating a strong woman, like me. There's a difference. Now come over here with your cute, little body."

Hedwig:

Hedwig will live a traditional rich home life. Two kids, a boy and a girl, nannies, maids, chefs, everything. The four of you will have moved to another house that her family owns. The kids will go to expensive private schools and get taught by the best of the best. Hedwig will spoil them, just like she was. You'll not get to have a job and will stay home with Hedwig. She wants you to 'go full on out on your hobbies'. The only time you're allowed outside is when Hedwig’s with you. Never alone, especially never alone with the kids. You could run away with them.

As a mother, Hedwig will be present and understanding. She will stay home for the most time and will always be available. She has assistants for a reason. She'll listen to all of your kids' problems and stand up for them, even if they're at fault. Her kids can't do anything wrong. If they act spoiled and ungrateful, however … she will cut off all allowance until they understand how lucky they are. You'll do a lot of trips and go on a lot of vacations. Your kids will have a lot of freedom, but you will be wrapped around Hedwig’s expensive finger.

"Ah, they got in trouble in school again. I have to go get them. Some kid accused our son of throwing a ball in their face. I don't think our little boy could ever do that. No, sweetheart, please stay at home. I will take care of this. You shouldn't lift a finger. I love you, stay here. When i come home we can watch a movie, okay? Perfect!"

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stinkfacestories · 4 months

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The day you found out you had won Jason Kelces Beard Challenge was the best day of your life. The challenge was simple: put together a snap or tiktok video of how to get a beard as good as Jason and the top winner would win a day with Jason. Your video was a long shot: you made a tiktok showing how if you mixed essence of dwarf, with a bit of neanderthal, and just a splash of viking inside Abraham Lincoln's hat and applied it to your face, you'd look as good as Jason. It did t get very many views but Jason loved it. The next thing you knew you were in Philadelphia meeting the man himself at the airport.

The tour of Philadelphia through Jason Kelces eyes was a lot of stops at places he loved to eat. Steak sandwich, sausage, pizza, ice cream. The man just loved to eat. As the day dragged on just as Afternoon turned to evening he took you to Lincoln Field, his home turf. There was no game and the place was locked down, but that was nothing a few signed balls couldn't handle.

He took you to the locker room, the place where he told you he feels most free to be himself. You both sat down on the bench in front of his locker. He took out a case of bud light and cracked one open. The man drank so much bud lite you swore he was sponsored by them.

He told you to be quiet. To just listen to the sound of the room. To drink it in and become one with the soul of real American football.

The only thing you heard was the bench breaking as Kelce leaned forward and let out a fart with a satisfied grunt.

"Oh, sorry," he said, not sounding very sorry.

"Really? " you said. You looked at him, almost appalled that he would do that with you right next to him.

Jason turned and gave you a wink. "Dont tell me you don't find farts funny. Your a guy. All guys love farts."

You rolled your eyes. "Not really."

"What about this one," he said and let loose a loud bassy fart.

"God stop it, it's so gross," you said as you slid away, but suddenly found yourself pressed against the wall of the locker room. "Seriously dude. What the fuck?"

"C'mon," Jason said as he moved over towards you. “I warned you. Remember when I ate that large sausage with pickled garlic ave said ‘were in trouble later’? What do you think I meant.” and placed a hand on your chest, giving you a bit of a push. "Don't be a prude."

You were caught between a wall, and a wall of beef holding you in place. "Seriously, stop it".

"Can't stop. Won't stop," he said still pressing you in the wall. His eyes were the kind of dull that only cheap low quality beer can make the."You know I bet you never had an older brother. Between me, my dad and Travis we learned to appreciate farts. My dad told me that the best cure is exposure. So to get you up to speed I think I need to gas you more"

He pressed into you and lifted up his keg and let loose with a fart so powerful it echied through the empty locker room.. You struggled to get away from the horrible stench, but couldn't escape.

"No, don't do this," you said as it overwhelmed you.

He turned around and pressed his huge soft center lineman ass in your face, the soft fabric of his shorts spreading across your face like warm dough. It was too much, and you were powerless to stop it. His asshole flexed and relaxed as it sent out a long drawn out series of wet sounding farts. You gagged as the air around you filled with the horrid odor.

"Fuck that was a good one," he said, not budging an inch. “Three point stance just rips these farts out of me.”

"I think I'm going to puke," you said, trying not to vomit.

"If your gonna puke, aim that way, I like these shorts." he said pointing. "Do you think it's funny yet?"

"No!" You coughed.

"Alright you asked for it" he presses his ass harder, wedging your nose on his cheeks. He let loose with a rapid fire volley of farts that left you breathless and coughing. He backed away, chuckling at you.

"God, fuck, that's rank!" You coughed. You tried to breathe fresh air but the locker room had been total polluted by Kelces ass.

"Come on. You don't have to love them, but you gotta at least admit they are funny and manly now. How can you like football and not think farts are funny." he let you stew and come up with an answer.

"Fuck...no," you say.

He shrugged. "Ok. Your loss," he said and pressed his ass in your face again.

"No! Please. God. No. Fuck!"

"What's it going to take? Do I need to pull my shorts down and give you a bare ass stinkface?" He said, pressing even harder.

"No! No more. Fine. They're fucking funny," you cried.

"What?" He said. "I couldn't hear you"

"They're funny!"

"Now are you just saying that to make me stop?"

"No, I mean it. They are funny and they are manly."

"Well, if it's funny you won't have a problem asking me to do it a few more times so you can properly laugh. Right?"

"Uh...fine. Sure. Just, please, no more, I can't take it."

He turned and farted once. "Laugh. Laugh hard and long and deep." He was getting frustrated that you weren't laughing. "Seriously come on guy. This is just as bad for me as it is for you. It's hard to hold this position and if I keep farting I'm going to have to take a dump soon"

"Oh god no!"

"Laugh dammit!" He yelled.

"No, no, I can't."

"Fine then," he said. He pulled you down and set you face up on the bench. He loomed over you. "Ok big fucking guns time" he pulled down his shorts and hovered his raw hairy bear ass over your face.

"Oh shit, dude please don't!" His as was a beast. This close you could make out the rough skin. His ass had taken a pounding over the years and looked like a hefty bag overfilled with cottage cheese. The hair on his crack was dense and black.

"Do you think this is funny?"

"Yes, yes, fuck, yes!" You were sobbing, your body convulsing.

“Good. Then you'll find this hilarious.” he sat down. He sat down hard. He rocked back and forth, the wiry hair of his ass crack scouring your face. He dug deep like he has an itch he was trying to scratch.

"Laugh. C'mon. Laugh, laugh like a big boy." He said, simultaneously belching and farting.

"Ahahaha!" You started crying and laughing.

"Oh fuck. What a fucking cry baby. Laughing at farts is supposed to be funny. Not sad."

"I'm sorry," you sobbed.

"Just...fucking stop," he said, standing and pulling up his shorts as he got off you. "Baby can't handle a grown man's ass. Jesus fuck"

He sat down next to you. You were still shaking a little, tears coming from your eyes. "I'm sorry," you said.

"It's fine, it's not the first time I've gassed someone like that," he said. "your not the only one who cried either "

You sniffed, still wiping tears away. "It was just so...overwhelming. The smell, and the sound, and the pressure..."

"It was a lot. It was," he said.

He drained his bud light and crushed the can. "Ok second chance to get it right." He leaves forward and farted, then looked to you to see your reaction.

You laughed. A genuine laugh. "Fuck, dude."

He smiled and farted again. You kept laughing. "It's funny, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It is," you said, laughing some more.

"Now you" he said

You panicked. You didn't have to fart. You were to nervous.

"What the hell. Do it"

"I don't know if I can," you said.

"Come on. Do it. Do it" he chanted.

"I can't."

"You trying to make me mad? You're a guy. You should always be ready to let rip"

"But I'm not drunk like you are. And I'm not a fucking monster with an ass like yours."

"Fine, then, let's fix that." He reached down and ripped a huge one. He reached for his phone and placed a call "Trav. Yeah we got an emergency. Yeah get that chili defrosted and get some real cheap beer. Ooooh and some gas station food. Yeah he's a wimp. Didn't laugh. No he did. Fuck no she can't come to. Alright. Love you. No homo" he hung up the phone.

"Your brother's coming over?"

"Yup. And he's gonna be pissed if you don't laugh when he cuts one. He loves farts. And he's got an ass that could kill a guy."

"Wait..."

"We're going to our man cave. It's a cabin in the woods. Just guys. Strict no pants policy. You better hope Trav remembered his boxers. You are gonna learn to love being a man like us and become the third Kelce brother, or you ain't leaving that shack."

"What's it going to be like," you said, afraid, but also excited.

"Oh, you're gonna hate every minute, and you're gonna love every minute."

"Fuck. I'm going to get wrecked, aren't I?"

"Oh definitely. We will probably fuck up your head so much. You're going to end up with a fetish for this."

You laughed.

All you could do was laugh.

#stinkface #farting #face farting #face sittting #gassy hunks #jason kelce #stinkface stories

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firegirl888101 · 1 year

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Insatiable Madness (2)

|Sagau Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Reader|

People really liked the first entry😲

I don't know what to say, thank you all for liking the first one so much?? I can only thank you by getting down to business!

I wasn't too sure on the majority of the rankings so I won't be mentioning them unless it's Dottore, Scara, Childe and Signora as theirs are already in the game/confirmed!

Reader is Gender Neutral!

"Unbelievable, this is utterly risible!" Sandrone shouted, fuming while pacing the pavement back and forth.

"I see... Because the nature of this world is not directly controlled by another existing entity, the co-ordinates weren't inputted correctly and polluted the portal. I wonder, are the co-ordinates still viable? I need materials."

"Dottore, shut your damned mouth and get us out of here!"

"Sandrone, dearie, calm down. I'm sure the Doctor has a plan. If he didn't, he'll be facing the wrath of 10 other harbingers." Pulcinella remained calm, sitting on the park bench he found behind him while leaning on his wooden walking stick.

"I knew I should have continued with collecting the Gnoses instead of agreeing on a side mission." Signora sighed to herself, staring at a different park bench covered in bird shit.

"Even in this world, pigeons continue to be a nuisance."

The harbingers watched as Dottore quietly picked a circular gadget from his pocket and began to pick at it with a screwdriver.

"Dottore, what would that device be?" Capitano questioned the shorter man, admiring the green trees surrounding the group.

"A solution." He continued to tinker, earning questionable glances his way.

"Hey Scara, I think he has no idea what he's doing." Childe whispered to the puppet, leaning down to his ear.

"For once I agree with you." He nodded, grabbing the rim of his hat and hitting the ginger in the face with it.

"You two aren't very discreet." Dottore shook his head, showing the gadget to the other harbingers.

"I created this Compass just in case a situation like this would occur. Once I input the code Her Majesty helped me discover, it will point the way towards our Descender." He explained, pressing the button on the back of the gadget.

A small, glowing, white line soon emerged from the north point and followed a trail.

"Found you."

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

"Fuck me!" You cursed, jumping back-first onto your bed when seeing a familiar death screen.

You were stuck. Despite spending all your extra-savings, you still couldn't defeat floor 12.

Not to mention you couldn't use one of your strongest characters, Childe. He was fine yesterday, but when you tried to use him today he was very glitchy and even froze your game!

At first, you didn't really mind since who would want to use the crit-less bastard anyway?

Now you were regretting that mindset because you forgot he was your strongest hydro character.

"Y/N, get your arse down here! It's restaurant day." You heard a voice from downstairs.

Ah, the family-favourite tradition. It's no lie nobody in your family can't cook for shit.

To balance our unique curse, we go to a restaurant together every now and then.

"I'm coming down. Just let me finish studying this page!" You shouted back, lying smoothly. Great, now you can attempt this pesky floor one more ti-

"Y/N, NOW."

"Fine, fine! I'll leave my page blank."

When you came face to face with your parents at the bottom of the stairs, you saw your mum aggressively tapping her phone.

"Darling, you're aware that you don't need to press the screen so hard, right?" Your father asked, putting his hand on your mother's shoulder.

"I am not in the mood for your jokes. My sister said 10 minutes ago she was outside waiting in the car, she's still not here and is sending me stupid animoji's!"

Yikes.

"Mum, you're not you when you're hungry. You can have this cereal bar, it'll probably be awhile before Aunt 'Never-Show' turns up." You said, handing her a Granola bar.

"I don't see how this helps, we're going for lunch soon anyway." She muttered, taking it from your hands.

Works like a charm every time.

Sorry for taking so long! So much for 'getting down to business :/ (I have written down solid plans though)

Pierro will be PLATONIC, I tried writing a couple scenes for him and I only see him as an oppressive grandpa rather than a romantic yandere...

Please don't expect too many happy, nice and generally fluffy scenes.

This is Yandere, a genre which should never, under any circumstance be considered normal. It's abusive, unhealthy and leads to a lot of victims facing awful conditions which they never should or ever have to endure no matter who they are.

This is fiction that I'm writing, meaning it's all taken light-heartedly IN A FICTIONAL SENSE.

If anyone, by chance, is currently in conditions where a loved-one or yourself has suddenly become distant and/or being hurt when away from eyes please get help. Talk to them, or if it's you, talk to someone you know you can trust.

If you can't talk to anyone, find authorities who can help you. Call 999, as it is in the U.K, or your local emergency service. They will always help you, and will never deny your rights or freedom.

Thanks for reading this, I hope all who's reading knows this information already, but I thought I'd include it since who knows when it comes to where you are in the world and whether your education programs taught critical information like this.

Some people asked to be tagged! Never done this before so sorry if I get this wrong:

@valeriele3 @pale-value @pix-stuff

Thank you for supporting me thus far!

#sagau #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #fatui harbingers #yandere harbingers #genshin #pierro #capitano #il dottore #columbina #arlecchino #pulcinella #scaramouche #sandrone #la signora #pantalone #tartaglia #childe

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could you write a Laura Freigang blurb? Not sure about what though little low on ideas 😬

notice me. | Laura Freigang

"Hey, what are you doing out here?"

You jumped slightly at the sudden noise, not allowing your head to turn from the view in front of you. The once calm quiet of the outside is now polluted with that one girl's presence.

You leant over the balcony of your shared hotel room, picking at your fingers as your thoughts ran wild in your mind, staying quiet to try and make her go away.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Her voice was full of concern as you heard her feet shuffle against the floor towards you, only turning your head slightly when her shoulder brushes yours before mimicking your actions.

You sniffled next to her, your eyes turning away from the view in front of you to stare down towards the bottom. "I'm tired."

The blonde shuffled beside you before sighing, wrapping her arm around your back as she pulled your limp body into her warm one, rubbing your side in a gentle knowledge of comfort.

She cleared her throat because you didn't react. "Things will get better; once we get new management and can finally produce a flow in this team, we will win everything, I promise you that." She passionately spoke about the topic, and as much as you agreed with her, it was not the thing you wanted to hear- it was not the thing that you meant.

"I didn't mean that. I mean, as much as that is ideal, I didn't mean that." You whispered as you lifted your head up to finally catch her gaze, finding yourself with tears in your eyes as you stared at her.

"Then tell me, Y/N.. I'm always here for you."

"You won't get it, and don't tell me you will because I already have the idea and you have given it to me loud and clear without even speaking a word." You spoke in full resentment, wiping the tear that had escaped harshly from your skin.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about? Have I done something?" The hairs stood up at the back of her neck at your tone, distancing herself from your touch as she turned to lean on her hip.

"It's nothing you have done; it's everything you haven't done."

She stared at you in a state of confusion, your words somehow twisting into a rhyme in her head as she struggled to come up with a response, not knowing how you'd react to anything she'd say.

"Well, I'm sorry I have made you feel this way."

Scoffing, you stood up straight, now mirroring her own stance. "You not going to ask; are you not wondering what you haven't done? Are you not interested in knowing? Laura?"

"I, uh, I'm just confused.."

"I love you." You blurted, no care in the world with what her reaction could be, and once again, your anxieties were proven right as you were stared at like you had two heads. "I have tried so hard to show you that I did it for 2 years now; every single little thing I did, I was shut down by you. You embarrassed me; you acted as if you didn't notice, and I know for sure that you did."

"I didn't-"

"Shut up, let me speak, please." Your voice grew heavy as you held your hand up to cut her off, herself cowering slightly. "Every time I tried to make an effort with you to make you realise I am more than what there is, you took the other route and left me alone. Every time I spared you a seat on the bus and you go and sit next to someone else after looking right at me.. every time I buy you something and you give me nothing in return, like the one time I bought you a coffee and you took it with a 'thank you' and went and sat on a table without me.. what more do I have to do? What more do I have to do to get you to recognise me..?"

The tears now were broken free from their barrier as the sobs came up your throat, eyes desperately trying to catch hold of the girls in front of you as she struggled to even look anywhere near you.

"You're too high on the emotions of the loss, Y/N.."

"Fuck you, Laura.."

"I'm sorry, its..." She took a deep breath, and you heard the wobble that affected it, hands rubbing against her face as she heard you sob uncontrollably beside you, knowing that any of your teammates could probably hear you from their own balcony. "It's not you, it's me."

"I don't want that bullshit! I want a reason; I want an I love you too, but I know I'm not going to get that, so just tell me why."

"I love somebody else!" She exclaimed, the tears now flowing down her own face as she watched her broken best friend beside her. "Okay? I don't love you because I love somebody else."

sorry i made it angsty🤓

#caits little fics #laura freigang #laura freigang x reader #laura freigang imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso oneshot #woso oneshots #woso fanfics #woso #wlw #gerwnt x reader

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ittybluebell · 3 months

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Roommate | Daredevil G/T | Chapter 1

AO3

Matt Murdock didn't have anything against mice. He'd never been personally harrassed by one, but he understood the need to get rid of them. One easily turned into a dozen and with all the mess and digging into food, eviction was necessary. Despite how many rodents he heard daily, it wasn't something he thought about. The only reason mice were on his mind now was because one had moved into the floor, and he could hear it moving around as he laid in bed.

Now, like he said, Matt didn't have anything against mice.

Scrtch-scrtch-tick.

This one, however, was pushing its luck.

It showed up one night, moving in when he was out vigilante-ing and he only noticed the next day. At first, he didn't care. It was alone and hadn't yet realized there was food in his apartment. He had other, more pressing issues than a single mouse. It was a benign little thing - hardly a problem. Most nights, he could ignore the pitter-pattering and scraping or put in his noise-canceling earbuds.

Tonight, the mouse was too loud for earbuds. As he tossed and turned, Matt fumed, wondering what that rodent could possibly be up to. Rearranging furniture? Fuck, it sounded like it. Little mouse furniture.

Enough was enough. Matt threw a pillow at the floor and told the thing to shut up. To his surprise, it did. Matt sighed and finally went to sleep.

From that night on, he noticed a drastic decline in his downstairs neighbor's noise pollution.

How silly it was, Matt thought during a good mood, holding a grudge toward an animal. Especially one that was polite enough to let him sleep in peace.

Oh, how naïve he was.

The mouse quickly reinstated its grudge status when Matt noticed things going missing. It started with the bagels - a hole in the bag he noticed because the scent of bagel was particularly strong. Upon investigation, he discovered there was a complete lack of crumbs. And a chunk discreetly chewed from the middle. From there, things escalated. He smelled the shift in the air, smelled the remnants of another living being in his apartment. Little objects went missing - things even a seeing person might miss. But not Matt Murdock.

The sock was the last straw.

"What's the best bait for mouse traps?" Matt asked as soon as he entered the office.

"Cheese?" Foggy answered, confused. "Why? Do you have mice?"

"One. One mouse."

"How d- nevermind. Let me guess - you can't sleep."

"It's taking my stuff."

Foggy laughed. Karen huffed.

"At least tell me you're using non-lethal," said Karen. Upon his silence, she aww'd sadly. "Matt, no. It's just a mouse. You can't kill it."

"They're pests," said Foggy.

"But they're so cute. It just wants a place to live."

"Karen-" started Matt.

"No, no, she's got a point." Foggy spun his chair around. "Matt, you can't kill it! So cute and fuzzy!"

The lawyer-by-day, vigilante-by-night groaned. "Fine, I won't. Just stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Foggy, I can feel your eyes fake-tearing up."

Matt bought some glue traps and baited them with peanut butter. When Karen told him glue traps were worse - "They're so inhumane, Matt!" - he assured her that he'd know when the mouse got stuck; it wouldn't suffer. As much as the thing annoyed him, Karen was right: he wasn't going to abandon his no-killing rule for one mouse. (One mouse that must have a vendetta against him. He would not stoop to its level.) What kind of hypocrite would he be, huh?

The traps were set. Now to wait.

And wait.

A week passed. No mouse was caught. When he listened to its movement, he realized it was avoiding the spots he'd trapped. Avoiding the usual routes.

Smart. For a rodent. But Matt was smarter.

More traps, different bait. Traps disguised as the food and objects he'd noticed go missing, even the mate to his missing sock. It couldn't resist now.

Days passed.

Evidently, it could resist.

Foggy teased him about being outsmarted by an animal. Karen was on the mouse's side. Somebody must've told Jessica because he got a condescending text offering her services. Traitors, every one of them.

It all came to a head one terrible Friday night. Matt was already in a bad mood when he got home from work but going out, hearing and feeling New York City, pushed him over the edge. He was annoyed, his brain was overstimulated, and he just wanted to rest. The rooftop access door shut behind him and he threw his helmet into its trunk, about to shed the rest when the distinct sound of scratching and plastic crinkling in the kitchen cupboard caught his ear.

Matt stilled. It was here.

He marched with purpose toward the sounds.

That little bastard wasn't getting away this time. Catching it would be a satisfying end to a crappy day.

The mouse started fleeing before he was even close. It was headed for the other end of the cupboards - a hole in the floor Matt wasn't aware of but now could sense the air flowing from within. He'd have to seal that in the mor-

Mice didn't run on two legs.

Matt cocked his head, listening to the pattern of footfalls. He'd never cared to pay attention, but now it was impossible to miss. He knew what scurrying rodents sounded like. Whatever was in his kitchen, it was no rodent. It was bipedal. A bird? No, not with that speed. Not with that gait. He needed a closer examination.

Matt threw open the cupboard door. The first thing to hit his senses was the scent of corn chips.

The second was the heartbeat.

The creature's heart pounded swiftly in its chest. Air rushed from a mouth that was too upright for any kind of animal, a nose too humanlike. Small shoes hit the baseboard as it ran. Fabric rustled the same way he heard every single day in the street - like clothing.

Matt got lower, needing to be closer, needing to examine this little anomaly. How it moved, how it sounded, how uncannily familiar it was.

The living shape that his senses created was so alike to people that he was too shocked to outwardly react.

The little thing escaped into the floor, and Matt Murdock was left crouching there. Slowly, he shut the door. He took off the suit, dressed his wounds, and went to bed, his mind racing.

His body was exhausted, but he couldn't sleep. Not when he was tracking the creature's movements. Every scrape, every soft thud of a step, the whisper-

Whispering?

"You're fine. He didn't see you. There's no way…"

Whispering. Okay.

Matt pretended he didn't hear anything and put in his earbuds. That was a tomorrow-Matt problem.

Unfortunately for tomorrow-Matt, another problem knocked on his door first. That problem rhymed with Stank Hassle and didn't like to be ignored. Frank did offer coffee when they left so at least it wasn't a total bust. It was a good opportunity to get Matt out of his head; to get a clear perspective of the night before. Matt decided he was exhausted and hallucinating. The alternative was a tiny person living in the walls of his apartment. Delusion was easier.

Delusion was also what kept the borrower from abandoning the apartment altogether.

Call them stubborn, or stupid, but Finch didn't want to leave. Borrowers could only get so lucky. Landing a decent apartment with an oblivious bean was a rare opportunity, and Finch had no intention of giving it up. They would use this good fortune. Even if they didn't deserve it.

Finch shook off the guilt following that thought.

They spent the first week setting up: finding a place to sleep and tidying it up, living off the rations they packed. They got a lay of the land, surveying the apartment and its infrastructure. The excessively bright billboard directly in front of the living room window, the kitchen, and - most importantly - the bean. Light - or lack thereof - was never an issue for him. Not once did he flip a switch or so much as use his phone, which read texts aloud to him. He hardly looked at whatever claimed his attention. Everything added up to limited vision, but they couldn't be sure. It was safest not to risk any assumptions.

Evidence pointed to some damn good hearing when Finch was carving planks of wood out of the floor's innards. They were minding their own business, content with their repetitive, calming task, when something large and loud impacted the ceiling a dozen paces away.

The borrower nearly jumped out of their overalls, giving a startled squeak.

"Shut up," yelled the muffled voice above.

Pretending their soul wasn't just violently expelled from their body, Finch smoothed down their curly brown hair and exhaled shakily, making a mental note to postpone noisy work till the bean was away.

And they did good on that: when the bean was home, Finch completed the quieter, slower tasks. They thought they'd discovered the formula for living under the radar, satisfied to have found a routine that worked.

Then the traps appeared. Finch cursed their luck. The jig was up. The bean set up gross glue traps in outer access points, a couple even getting to the paths Finch took. Finch avoided them and laid low for a bit, hoping the lack of activity would convince the bean they'd skipped town. But more traps appeared. Smart ones, too - they almost fell for a couple. Now, Finch knew a thing or two about a thing or two. They made new routes and took extra care when borrowing. They even started mapping paths to the apartments below. Despite their small stature, Finch had a lot of room for determination. After a life of sticking their hand in the fire, they learned to take the heat. If the bean wanted them gone, he'd have to try a lot harder.

Night fell. The bean was gone. He followed routines - ones he scarcely strayed from. It would be hours before his return.

Finch made their way to the kitchen. They pushed up the trapdoor and strolled through the cupboard. They still had to be careful: just because the human wasn't home didn't mean they could throw all caution to the wind. Leaving evidence was a massive negatory. Finch didn't care for stupid rules, but the rules of borrowing were locked in their brain. They were already careless with the bagels, something they couldn't afford again. Desperation wasn't an excuse for sloppy borrowing - not when it exposed them.

Finch observed the boxes and containers around them, reading labels and calculating risk and reward. There was no chance of getting into that cereal box, but the nutrition bars would be a good grab. The box was short and already open. Finch pushed a can of tuna against it and hopped on. They began extracting a bar only to realize they had no way of getting something so large home without a sled.

"No, that'd be too easy." With a huff, Finch dropped it and shoved the can back into place. "'cause food can never be-" plastic crinkled under their foot "-easy?" Finch inspected the blue packaging. It was an open bag of tortilla chips. They grinned.

The scent of corn chips filled the space as Finch unfurled the bag. They dropped their backpack and started breaking the triangular chips into smaller pieces. Salt-free, too? Hell, yes. They tested the backpack's weight, put a bit more inside, then pulled the strings tight. They slung the strap across their chest. Oh, yeah, this would last them a good while. Finch fought with the chip bag, trying to roll the top underneath like it was before.

"Come on. Stupid fuckin'-" They tried to simultaneously lift the heavy bag and pull the other end.

Over the sounds of plastic popping and crackling in their ears, Finch didn't hear a door open and shut.

DOOM.

They did, however…

DOOM.

…feel the approaching footsteps of the human bean.

Finch froze. Blue eyes snapped wide open, their head flinching away from the plastic. It couldn't be...

Finch bolted.

He's supposed to be out why is he back-

DOOM.

They didn't need to know why he was back - just that he was and he was approaching at an alarming rate.

DOOM.

Oh, fuck, that's actually really close-

The doors ripped open. The hinges didn't even get a chance to squeak.

Finch stumbled. Air caught in their throat. For a moment, Finch was rooted to the floor. Just a moment. Long enough to see the human's form towering beyond the counter, covered in some kind of dark red leather. Long enough to see boots more than capable of squishing the life out of them.

Legs like fenceposts bent as the human came unbelievably closer. Closer than Finch had ever been to a bean. A giant face suspended above them, features blank and expressionless. Not once did the bean look at them.

Finch ran. They didn't look back. When they reached the hole in the floor, they plugged it up and kept going. Keep running.

Only when they reached the safety of their shelter did they falter.

"Oh, shit," they gasped, resting their weight on a nearby post. If their heart didn't outright stop, they were sure it might burst from their ribcage. Finch felt that exploding was a reasonable response. "He didn't see me." The scene replayed in their mind, over and over like a glitched tape. "I'm fine. You're fine. He didn't see you. There's no way he saw you. Just breathe."

Delusion, like they said. It was a powerful thing. It pulled many tricks on the mind. Like convincing oneself that they weren't discovered.

The apartment was quiet. Too quiet, one might even say, if they weren't one Matt Murdock. He never got that phrase. Nothing was 'too quiet'. In his - correct - opinion, nothing was quiet enough. There was always something creaking, breathing, or thumping, even in the smallest hours of the night. But on some front he had to agree: there was a suspicious lack of activity from the critter in the floor lately. Reluctant as he was to admit it, he couldn't deny that it wasn't an animal. Animals didn't mutter to themselves, in full sentences, in English. He wasn't mentally, emotionally, or spiritually prepared to assess beyond whatever that meant. In the moments his mind wandered, however - such as now, sitting and listening to a recording for his current case - he found himself pondering the tiny being regardless.

The peace wasn't an accident. Finch had been avoiding that place, giving themself and the air time to settle. They continued work on their residence, slotting together panels of wood and cardboard to form walls. One room would do for now - they just needed protection from the elements and potential scavengers slinking around. Skies above, if a cockroach tried anything, it was next on the menu. Grind up the little fucker into a smoothie. Finch wished a bug would: it'd be miles better than those godforsaken tortilla chips. Finch gave the wood posts they'd just secured a good push, nodding in satisfaction and moving on to the wall. It would be the last one to seal up their box of a house.

Four days. It'd been four days since Finch was nearly discovered; four days since they stared a bean in the face and got away unscathed. Four days since they got an answer to what they'd only suspected: the human couldn't see. That explained the brilliantly bright billboard, the sensitive hearing, the lack of lights - it explained a lot. Finch had to re-evaluate their approach to borrowing. This human would be extra careful about his possessions - the sock was proof enough - and notice what was out of place. In some ways, this both simplified and complicated things.

But borrowers were nothing if not adaptable.

Finch ventured up to a peephole in the wall and looked out. Nothing had changed except the bean now sitting at the dining table, papers and an electronic box neatly laid out on the tabletop. Casually dressed, he was listening to… a podcast? No, too personal. Finch liked podcasts. There was a crime involved, but this sounded like a conversation Finch would overhear more than something designed to entertain. So this bean worked in solving crimes. A detective?

They listened to the dry as hell audio a scant longer before growing bored and moving on. Hey, at least the bean was preoccupied.

Naturally, they found themself puttering toward the kitchen. Wielding two bent nails tied to their belt, Finch climbed up the cupboard door, using hinges and decorative bevels alike to hoist themself up. Those bagels were good. Were there any left? Nothing but corn chips really wore down a person's capacity to give a damn. They perused the counter, confident that the bean was sufficiently distracted by his work. Finch was disappointed to find the bagels sealed in an airtight container. It was their own fault, slicing up the bag so messily. They pulled a face and resumed their search.

A plate of mostly-eaten pasta sat before them. Fuck yes! Finch scuttled to it, pulling out rolls of tinfoil from their bag. Careful to avoid crinkling, they gathered up all the leftover noodles and sauce that would fit.

Finch squirreled away their haul, licking their fingers clean of evidence and ignorant of the man listening to their heist just a few metres away.

Matt stopped paying attention to the tape some time ago.

The sounds of Hell's Kitchen couldn't drown out the little inhabitant in his walls. A scent had blown into the room, vaguely familiar with hints of tortilla chip. He sat straighter and listened, idly shuffling papers and tip-tapping his fingers on the table. He found himself unable to be anything other than impressed as they scaled his counter like a mountain climber. Whatever was left from dinner became his visitor's latest plunder. That was fine; less waste, right?

He was disappointed when they returned to the walls. He wound back the recording to get some work done, but found himself consistently distracted by his small neighbour's goings-on. This discovery was just so unique, so strange - how could he not be curious? He heard them venture out again, across the apartment now. Into his bedroom. What could they be doing?

Oho, if Matt found any more socks missing-

He turned in his seat, about to rise, when he heard:

"You hafta to be shittin' me."

The voice, quiet in size only and bold beyond that, was the mildly annoyed tone of someone who'd been inconvenienced. Matt had heard it before, in the late hush of the night, when no one else would. Muttered curses and remarks that blended into the creaking and groaning of buildings and chatter and sirens of the city. One voice that Matt Murdock had tried very hard not to think too much about.

"When is enough too much, huh?" the voice griped. "Does he think I'm just gonna lay on one? 'Oh, felt silly today, stepped on the massive rug of glue.' How 'bout I drag this onto your floor, see how you feel walkin' in a minefield?" They growled. "UGH. Beans."

Well.

There was no denying it anymore, was there? A tiny person was living in the walls of Matt's apartment.

Matt leaned back, processing. He'd tried ignoring it - for the sake of his mental health and faith - because it was insane. It was impossible. It shouldn't be.

And yet…

Matt wanted - needed - to investigate further.

He got up, quietly, light on his feet. He didn't make it two steps before he heard a swear and the tiny person retreated once more. Into an electrical outlet, by the sounds of it.

Hm. He couldn't sneak up on them - not this time. They heard him- no. Matt quirked his head, considering. They felt him approaching. Like Matt, they could feel vibrations. Vibrations that alerted them of a threat. It only made sense.

Heh, 'threat'. Regular ol' Matt Murdock was the threat this time, not his alter ego. Wasn't that something?

The next time Matt encountered his new neighbour, he was trying - and failing - to fall asleep. There was too much on his mind for sleep. Frustrated, he huffed and flopped over, restless, his thoughts racing. Sounds of the city were extra distracting tonight. He considered getting up and making a cup of tea - maybe that would calm his mind.

Noises from the kitchen drew his scattered focus. He sat up, listening to the scuffing and tapping that he'd come to recognize as his uninvited houseguest. Three visits in one day. Were they always this proactive? Well, he did interrupt their attempted heist of his bedroom. Matt scooted to the edge of the bed. He would make that tea, actually. As he stood, he remembered sneaking didn't work last time. Right. Heavy-footed. However, he had a hunch that this attempt would yield a sneakier result.

Aided by socks, Matt softly padded through his apartment. Tiny - the name he assigned his little visitor - was fiddling with some kind of packaging on the top shelf. And as he got closer, lo and behold, they did not startle. His theory was correct: the further Tiny was from the floor, the weaker their pallesthesia became. Their ability to detect vibrations just wasn’t as sensitive as his own. Once he stepped foot into the kitchen, Matt dropped the Daredevil act and let himself be known. He grabbed a mug and turned on the kettle. Tiny's pulse quickened; their breath hitched. He gave them time to hide before he opened the cupboard for a tea bag. He quickly realized the box wasn't in its usual spot - his own doing, unfortunately.

"Stupid tea bags," he muttered for Tiny's sake; an 'I'm not looking for you, I swear!' assurance as he searched the cabinets. For extra sauce, he added, "Always misplacing them."

Would he forgo tea? He did start the kettle… as much as he got a kick out of playing the part of oblivious blind guy, causing Tiny undue terror wasn't his end goal. He wanted to test them, their cockiness, not scare them. Tiny may be a thief, but they were just trying to survive. Why else was food their number one haul? Matt dedicated his life to helping people in need. Wasn't Tiny part of that demographic? Weren't they someone in need? Unless small people were running drug cartels and trafficking rings, Tiny was innocent.

Doubt and guilt crept in. Maybe he was pushing the bit too far.

Matt was just about to get up and leave when something square and coarse pressed into his fingers.

He faltered, then pinched it, rubbing his thumb over the material. Its strong, earthy scent gave it away.

A tea bag.

Small shoes lightly retreated. Matt withdrew his hand. He held the sachet of dried herbs, cogs turning in his mind. He tilted his head.

Tiny handed him a tea bag. That…

Matt found himself puzzled and oddly touched. It was for their own good, to avoid getting found, but he couldn't not appreciate the nice gesture. He easily smelt where the tea was, of course. But Tiny didn't know that. Huh.

Maybe he was being too harsh about the sock.

The kettle's bubbling pitch rose to a squeal. Wincing, Matt shut it off. He dropped the tea bag into the mug and poured steaming water over it.

What a strange experience. He wondered what Tiny was thinking. Their heartbeat eased into the fluttering pace that he learned was its resting rate. It was the trait that had him most convinced his roommate was a rodent of some sort, though the way they squeaked when startled was a close second.

Matt threw out the tea bag and took the mug to his room, leaving Tiny to their task.

The next day, he casually slipped questions about tiny people into a conversation with Foggy. (It was not casual and quite random, actually.)

"You mean, like… fairies?" Foggy cautiously asked.

Sort of? Matt didn't know whether Tiny could be considered a fairy. They certainly didn't seem like the fairy type, not with the kind of language he heard them utter. Did fairies say 'fuck'? Would that break some kind of fairy law?

Karen told him about a book series that she'd been obsessed with as a kid: it contained many smaller magical beings. Brownies, for instance. Matt settled on definitely not that one. What favours was he receiving? Aside from the tea bag - an isolated incident - absolutely none.

Matt wasn't convinced they were a magical creature. Really, they just… seemed like a normal person, albeit smaller. They hummed to themself, snickered at their own dumb jokes, and swore a hot streak that would impress even Castle and Jones. Matt was pretty damn sure they'd been building a house under his floor, though he noticed all the loud busywork was put on pause when he was home, most notably when he was sleeping. Another nice gesture that was also for their own self-preservation.

Maybe they were a mutant. Or maybe they were mutated, like him.

When Matt got home, he discarded the glue traps. It felt wrong to leave them now that he knew it was a person he'd been trying to catch. Guilty, he started leaving crumbs in easy-to-reach locations. It wouldn’t hurt him any - his grocery budget wasn’t gonna tank because of some scraps. If chips and leftovers were what they were after, then they had free reign over the countertop. That didn’t stop him from being cheeky about it, though - if Tiny was getting confident, he might as well play along.

He found Tiny’s courage something to marvel at. Roaming a giant’s home? Without fear? His vigilante persona was literally named Daredevil and he was impressed.

However, bravery and foolishness were not mutually exclusive. That’s when the cockiness came in.

Matt was minding his business, washing the dishes, when Tiny wandered out. Brows hitching up, he continued sponging the plate. Surely, they wouldn't-

Oh, but they did.

Unwavering, Tiny climbed up the counter they same way as before. They walked up to the pan on the stove and hooked a leg over. Matt fought hard not to chuffle. This was getting out of hand. Matt remembered an adage about not feeding animals or else they'd grow dependent. Had Matt inadvertently done exactly that? Animals that were accustomed to people often didn't see the danger. Tiny was certainly no animal, but the absence of caution they displayed in the moment was, frankly, ridiculous. It was a massive leap from the times they would flee his presence. He was starting to think he'd played too ignorant.

A smirk tugged at his lips upon hearing the leftover eggs being pilfered. When he turned to fetch the pan, Tiny was already hopping to the floor and disappearing behind the fridge.

Stealing right behind his back. When was enough too much, indeed.

AO3

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a-d-nox · 1 year

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pluto in aquarius: a prediction of what's to come

this is a huge astrological event, pluto is moving into aquarius for the first time since the late 1700s. last time pluto was in aquarius america fought for independence from britain, uranus was discovered, the french revolution began, the bill of rights was ratified, etc.

so for day one, i want to create predictions of what is to come!

some house matters!!!

TWO PLUTO RETROGRADES WILL OCCUR - june 11th - jan 20th, 2024 is the first so we won't see too much wildness just yet as pluto will return into capricorn during this time and THE FINAL RETROGRADE BACK INTO CAPRICORN will be september 1st, 2024 - november 19th, 2024. then we are full steam ahead with pluto in aquarius until march 9th, 2043.

i personally am NOT a witch or anything wild, everything i am saying is purely theoretical - it is not fated to happen just because i am saying it. i am simply socially aware. i know what's up generally in the world today and what was up in world in the 1700s - "history typically repeats itself."

i live in the usa so my post likely will be slightly more focused there examples wise so i apologize in advance! feel free to comment, dm, or reblog with other examples from your country based on my prediction key phrases.

i am going to start light and get darker so mentally prepare yourself for that (tw: STI/STD outbreaks, war, 9/11, COVID-19, and other abrasive topics that may make people uncomfortable depending on where they are currently reading from) - but we are talking about pluto so... expect the unexpected?!

let's do this.

renewable energy sources

aquarius is electricity, light, inventions, electronics, telephones, televisions, etc while pluto can be change! i recently bought a new tv and the back of the remote has a solar panel instead of a battery pack. i do believe we will see more evolution with technology; perhaps we will see solar changed phones! otherwise pluto is also pollution and natural disasters - the climate is in crisis mode perhaps we will see more responsibility and thus changes in our sourcing of energy! example: recently i read that japan has a great source of geothermal energy. currently the conversion to using this source (instead of coal, gas, and nuclear energy) is being held up by a higher up in the hot spring business who claims switching to a new energy system "threatens centuries-old traditions" (bang - a capricorn term - tradition - so perhaps after the retrogrades are through we will see a major shift in energy sourcing).

general technological advancements/inventions

last time pluto was in aquarius the cotton gin was invented; which aided in quicker production of goods and higher demand for american cotton. i strongly believe this is a general indicator that AI is going to become an even bigger part of day to day life. i have seen AI already replace those who take orders in the panera drive thru, there is a higher demand for philosophy/english grads to help teach AI, etc. aquarius is also new teachers/occupations so AI could become the new teachers OR new careers could be coming in the area of interacting with AI generally so it gains more consciousness. so it could be AI or it could be something else that is only just a dream in the back of someone's mind at this moment in time.

altruistic extremists

we may see utopian dreamers rise up! they are likely to advocate for the deconstruction of pre-existing political institutions in favor of either self governance or egalitarian policies. they will likely do whatever it takes to make this statement; we may see more protests / political statements similar to wynn bruce's.

fanatical/extremist announcers radio/tv

we already have biased stations and channels (fox, abc, cnn, nbc, etc). we are likely to see a further rise in politically biased newscasters and announcers.

demonization of astrology

astrology is aquarian in nature but pluto is fanatics, evil, demonics, etc. the community has been saying about the next world war for a while now. we are moving out of conservative pluto in capricorn, so we may find that those of deep belief systems accusing us [astrologers] of conspiring with the devil if/when something militant arises (similar to how the tarot community gets told constantly by christians that they must be satanists).

something with birds

i don't have this nailed down yet specifically, but both aquarius and pluto are rulers of birds. aquarius is large birds while pluto is wading/swamp birds and/or flesh eating birds. no one freak out and start thinking that i am indicating something like the 1963 horror film the birds. if anything i can see more bird-spread illness and/or parasites. OR pluto can be archaeology! there may be a bird related discovery or something to do with the distant relative of the bird - aka the raptor (dinosaur related).

a new STI/STD discovery/outbreak

aquarius represents the distribution of bodily fluids while pluto is often representative of sexual activity. this could either be an outbreak because pluto can be death, extremes, catastrophes, and/or casualties OR pluto can be ph balance in the body (possible new discoveries for feminine sexual health), kidneys (perhaps a discovery will be linked to the diminished functionality associated with syphilis, hiv, etc and how to combat more symptomatic issues), and even purification (aka a cure perhaps to help viral carriers to no longer pass the sti/std to sexual partners).

collapse of congress / house of commons/representatives

i mean it only stands to reason that the bill of rights was created/approved last time pluto was in aquarius that either those rights will disappear (pluto also represents dictators) OR simply the people rise up and demolish the institution as it stands: "...whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government..."

airplane catastrophes

aquarius rules over planes and pluto can represent accomplices, catastrophes, casualties, b0mbs, and t3rr0r!sm. we may experience another event similar to 9/11 OR we may see air strikes in a potential world war 3 scenario.

societal change: crime, war, leadership, and more

world war 3 is on the horizon so say pluto in aquarius (probably in the wake of election year in the US - when the final retrograde into capricorn concludes). but this could also just be governmental restructuring - this could be seen as rebellions (similar to the French Revolution), the rise of organized crime if good become more scarce, religious shifts (pluto is the antichrist, aquarius is freewill (first amendment), and capricorn is the old church (christian schools of thought)), etc.

aquarian terms i can't think of change in but seem important to note / keep in mind: freethinkers, hamburg germany, heart weakness (biden - perhaps the early death of a president in office?), motion picture (already changing as more theaters close), photography, psychology (we are already starting to care more about everyone's mental health), science (general scientific discoveries?), social affairs (there is always something going on - the question is how big will this be?), society, sweden, syria, and xray.

plutonian terms i can't think of change in but seem important to note / keep in mind: abductions (aliens - ufo sights?), aliases, alibis (governmental riffing similar to how no plan was in place when for COVID-19), assass!nat!0n (hopefully not), betrayal, bootlegging (bootleg tiktok if america bans it?), cemeteries (removal of that method if too many are dying at any giving time - mass graves?), convicts (prison release due to overcrowding? the mega-prison of el salvador?), corruption (governmental likely?), demolitions, earthquakes (more environmental issues?), electrocution, executions (war?), fanatic, extremes, floods (environmental? emigration - society is aquarius after all?), liars, massacres (the rise of crime?), murder, nihilism (the rise of philosophy at the time of war?), ransom (war?), satire (rise of political satire?), stolen goods, and taxes (trump-esque no?).

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the-hydroxian-artblog · 1 month

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I love your animatronic toy OC guys so much, they have so much personality to them and their colours are really good (especially umbra)

Thank you! The funny thing about Umbra's design was that while I was developing it about two years ago and had some colors in mind, I described in text what I already came up with to an image generator for fun (shitty unconvincing old kind, vs now where it looks like shit but in a somewhat more convincing way) and it produced something so silly that I made her design better than what I would've settled with out of spite.

More details of my process and anti-AI ranting below the cut, so the examples given won't show up on search results. Google Images is getting polluted too much with slop to begin with.

Let's begin.

In 2022 I was drafting up Umbra's design with mostly concrete details. At this time image generators were newer and much less convincing, and I was a bit less aware of just how unethical they were, so I fed one a text description of what I had drafted for her design out of curiosity. Something along the lines of, "doll of an anthropomorphic owl librarian in glasses, blazer/suit jacket, skirt, corset, high heels, sitting on a bookshelf" and probably a few more terms. Really specific, lengthy prompt.

I try to be open-minded and give new things a shot, but the results were Not Great. Ideally, I'd want to not share the AI pictures at all on-principle, but I feel like it's useful, transparent, and necessary to show them. Both as a means of not hiding anything, but also just to appreciate where the design is at in spite of it.

Outside of this particular collage of Weird Owls, no other pictures on this blog are AI-generated. AI Image Generation is harmful, and I am against its usage.

But hey, two of the generated pictures look close, right? The top left is the closest, and bottom right is second.

That's because they started out worse, and I had to actually erase chunks of them and have the generator fill in the blanks to get anything remotely close to what I wanted. Misshapen limbs, unrecognizable anatomy, fever-dream clothing details, etc. They didn't even have a corset or proper legs until I slapped the generator in the face enough times to make it produce them. I was just using it to photobash, which was such an annoying process, I just went "this is dumb" and stopped. They're literally posed like that because I kept erasing and regnerating their limbs until they looked vaguely in-character. It literally only looks passable thanks to STRANGLING it with human input.

Before I used the image generator, I already drafted her to be night-themed with yellow eyes and something like purple, dark blue, or sky-blue as her main color; the generator making one owl yellow-eyed and purple was a happy coincidence, and the only thing the generative AI "came up with" that I didn't already have in mind or included in the prompt was the light blue shirt, which I did adapt into her cyan shirt and stockings/socks as well. That was a good call. You get One Point, Mr. AI.

...Which still meant that at its absolute best, it was a largely redundant step in the creative process if its contribution was worse than what a randomized palette generator or character creator could come up with.

That's already putting the ethics of it aside, like carbon emissions, data pollution, using artists' and photographers' work without credit or permission, the incentive to plagiarize, flooding sites like deviantart with slop, Willy Wonka Shit, etc etc etc. When people say "you can use AI as a tool though", this ordeal was enough to convince me that it's more trouble than its worth, even in its most ethical usage. I feel gross for having even tried. I wish I knew what sources went into the creation of those Weird Owls. It'd be better for research if the right people could be credited.

Nothing else on this blog is AI-generated or ever will be. The art below is purely my own (2022 vs a few weeks ago)):

Actually drawing Umbra and solidifying her design was far more rewarding than having an image generator vaguely approximate my own ideas. I wanted her to look really special, so I used a black cape and pants, gold highlights and buttons, and blue undertones to make something more distinct. Also, neck floof. Very important. I wanted the head in particular to look distinct and original, going with bold black streaks to really help her look distinguished.

I also have certain inevitable Hydroisms for Fancy characters like her; most apparent in these designs for Chasey and Kaita from even longer ago, which were more of an influence than anything else. (Old art of mine from like 2021, Kaita ref looks wonky but Chasey still holds up nicely):

Most of Umbra's other design elements were already commonly used with established ocs like Kaita, like her shape language, corset, skirt, heels, etc. It was my previous work with Chasey that inspired the use of gold buttons and highlights.

Umbra is also now a bluer shade of purple partly to distance the current design from that ordeal. All things considered, I'll probably make her more indigo next time. I already wanted her to have a wide color range from the get-go (Featured below is, again, purely my art from 2022:)

I may use a different colored shirt and stockings in the future. I like to think she has many different shirts and clothes based on the different stages of the night sky, from dusk to dawn, and the painting I made in the top right there was an exploration of her range in different lighting.

All in all, it's frustrating. I'm proud of her design, but explaining all of this is annoying, because it's technically all relevant to showing how her colors were picked and how the design was made. I still technically have AI to """Thank""", in the way you thank a bad experience for encouraging you to make things better out of spite.

#Umbra Beatrix

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mytheoristavenue · 5 months

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Day 9-

OP Roronoa Zoro x Reader - Holiday Lightshow

Summary: You drag Zoro out to a lightshow.

Warnings: Pure fluff, Zoro being an ass, short/rushed

"This is so stupid," Zoro complained, trudging along in the snow as you both made your way into the village you were docked by.

"Oh, hush, Zoro," you rolled your eyes, pulling him along. "It won't be that bad."

"Easy for you to say..." he grumbled, submitting to being forced into going the the small festival.

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After a short walk, you could see the way the neon lights polluted the air and danced on the piles of snow laid on the ground. This sparked your excitement and kickstarted your will to go as you jumped up and began dashing towards the town square.

"Hey, slow down!" your companion called after you. "C'mon you're gonna trip!" Suddenly, you halted, turned back to him and beamed.

"Sorry," you giggled sheepishly. "I couldn't help myself, I'm just so excited to see the lights!"

Something about the way your eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, your blushed cheeks and nose, and your sweet smile made Zoro's heart skip a beat as he froze, flustered before shaking the feeling off. "W-Whatever..." he muttered, glancing away from you. "Just don't run, I don't wanna have to come find you if you get lost."

"I could say the same to you," you laughed, letting your hand move down from his wrist to his palm and lacing your fingers between his. "Maybe we should hold hands so neither of us get lost."

"S-Shut up!"

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Walking into the gates of the festival, you were wonderstuck by all the lights, some twinkling, some flashing, and some still. All were beautiful. Unknowingly, you spun on your heel, entranced by the breathtaking attractions. There were topiaries of holiday figures, wrapped into colored lights to dress them, fiberglass statues that danced on tracks, and photo opportunities around every corner.

"Isn't it all so pretty?" You gasped, overwhelmed by the thought of what to look at first. Zoro didn't answer your question, however. His eyes we glued to you and the way the colors bounced off your hair and skin. It was like you were taken straight from one of those corny Hallmark movies.

"Yeah, you are..." he whispered under his breath.

"What was that?" You asked, genuinely nor hearing him.

"N-nothing!"

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deakyjoe · 1 year

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Sultry Sunsets

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns, use of “cyar’ika”)

Category: established relationship, fluff

Summary: Din takes you to see the most stunning sunset in the galaxy.

Warnings: none really, just fluff, mentions of conflict/pollution

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: This idea has been running around inside my head for literal months and I never did anything with it. Until now. Got in my feels about Din and blasted this out in an hour or two. Hope you enjoy!

Consider buying me a coffee :)

"Why won't you tell me where we're going?" You asked Din again as you collapsed into the passenger seat in the cockpit.

"Cyar'ika..." He sighed, tossing you a glance over his shoulder through the visor on his helmet. "I told you, it's a surprise."

"And I told you that I hate surprises." You whined, leaning forward and sticking your bottom lip out in the biggest pout you could muster.

"You'll like this one, I promise." He insisted, adjusting the speed of the Crest as you descended towards your destination.

It wasn't a planet you could recognise from just the sight of the surface, so it was unlikely you'd been there many times before if at all. The planet appeared rather pretty from a distance. There were many sweeping landscapes, several patches of greenery, what looked like a very large body of water and very little city space.

"What's the population?" You questioned, standing up to look out of the window from behind Din. "It looks empty."

"It is. Almost." His voice was low, husky, as he replied. "Only a small group of settlers on the far side. Those small cities are abandoned. It's nearly inhospitable."

"But the settlers- and it looks beautiful. And safe. So many plants and water." You were very confused.

"Exactly. The plants and water are impossible to control. Overtook the cities in a matter of weeks." Din replied gruffly, pointing back at your chair to indicate for you to sit back down as you landed.

"Oh. Then why are we here?" You were even more perplexed. It couldn't be a bounty or someone with information, as he'd said it was a surprise.

"Patience, cyar'ika. It'll be worth it."

"Okay." You huffed and decided to remain silent for the rest of the journey.

Din seemed to appreciate the silence as he joined you in being quiet, as he tended to do anyway, and manoeuvered the ship to land safely. With only a few clunks and clangs from the hull where cargo had not been stored properly. You winced in the hope that your Mandalorian pilot didn't hear it as it was supposed to be your job to check that all cargo was in its correct positioning.

Luckily, he said nothing until the engines were switched off.

"Let's go."

You jumped up out of your chair, without a word, and followed him out of the cockpit and eventually out of the hull until your boots were sinking into soft grass. The air around you smelled of dirt, salt water and sunshine. The exact kind of scents you rarely got in their purest form in this galaxy. You were used to the polluted atmospheres of urbanised planets and the smoke produced from constant conflicts. This was new. And exciting. Almost... invigorating.

"Din, this- this is incredible!" You gasped, whirling around to look up at him. You felt so alive in a place like this, unable to contain your joy as you smiled up at your companion.

"I thought you'd like it." The smile in his voice was evident. "Come on, there's more."

"More?" You exclaimed, taking his outstretched gloved hand as he offered it to you. "How can there be more than this?"

"Oh, there is so much more." He led you in the direction of going deeper into the forest, leaving the Razor Crest behind you.

"There's one thing I want to show you." He supplied as a vague explanation.

You said nothing more as you allowed him to drag you along. He seemed to be in a hurry, pace rushed as if he didn't want to miss something. And, judging by the position of the moons in the sky, you figured it would be getting dark soon so he probably didn't want you walking around in a pitch black forest that was unknown with no lights to guide you. Or maybe what he wanted to show you needed daylight to be seen in its best capacity.

Whatever it was, you didn't ask anymore questions. You just smiled at the back of his head and giggled when he caught you as you stumbled over a tree root protruding from the ground.

"Careful, cyar'ika." He warned, opting to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you balanced as you apparently couldn't do that for yourself.

You just sent him an apologetic look.

And when you abruptly stopped as the forest ended on the edge of a cliff, you could say nothing. All words escaped you and left you speechless at the view.

"I-" You attempted something, anything, to express how absolutely gorgeous this was but the words got clogged in your throat as you choked up and tears welled in your eyes. It was unbelievable.

"Breathtaking, isn't it?" Din offered for you, taking a quick glance your way to gauge your reaction. He seemed pleased with what he saw as he let out a small hum of satisfaction that rumbled in his chest and through the modulator.

"Yes." You responded breathlessly, his description really was accurate. "Why are we here?"

You still didn't know why he'd brought you here. It was pretty, yes, but Din didn't seem like the type of person to take you places just for the view.

"Because it's beautiful." He whispered and then paused as you gave a single nod of agreement. "And you've shown me how beautiful life can be. So I want to share other beautiful things with you. This being just the first."

The tears that had been building up behind your eyelids finally started to fall at that confession, a lump rising in your throat. The sentimentality and the meaning was not lost on you. Far from it actually.

"Oh, Din..." You looked up at your Mandalorian. "Well, this is one amazing way of starting that."

The laugh you let out was shaky and watery but you were delighted when his chest moved up and down in a chuckle and the modulator rattled with the semblance of a laugh.

"It has barely started, cyar'ika. Just wait for the sunset. Any minute now." He gestured out at the skyline where the sun was indeed about to begin disappearing.

So, this is what he was hurrying for.

You said nothing as he moved to stand behind you, the seal of his helmet hissing and then landing on the mossy floor with a dull thud. You continued to stay hushed as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind and his chin rested on your shoulder, nose pressing into your neck for a second and the hair of his beard scratching against your cheek in the best way.

And when the sky was suddenly painted in streaks of pinks, oranges and the softest of purples... you were unable to say anything. Once again, you were left with no words that were capable of explaining what you were seeing or how it was making you feel. You just sighed in content, letting one of your hands rest on Din's and allowing the other to curl up and around to slide them through his hair.

"We can stay for a few days. Explore a little, if you'd like." He mumbled into the skin of your neck and planted a kiss there.

"I'd love to." You replied, tilting your head to give him better access.

"Good." He exhaled heavily against you and relaxed, perfectly happy to spend this short piece of what felt like forever with you and only you.

"I'd love to." You replied, tilting your head to give him better access.

"Good." He exhaled heavily against you and relaxed, perfectly happy to spend this short piece of what felt like forever with you and only you.

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STOP THE NZ GOVERNMENT'S WAR ON NATURE

Just when you thought they'd hit rock bottom, the National/Act/NZ First coalition government keeps digging. The fast-track approvals bill was released last month and forms the latest part of the government's war on nature. This would allow major infrastructure and industry projects such as mining, road construction and large-scale aquaculture to be fast-tracked if they are considered to be regionally or nationally significant. While I completely agree that the current Resource Management Act consenting process is not fit for purpose, its regulations are stringent for a reason - to protect our climate, our indigenous biodiversity and our whenua. We need development in New Zealand to be sustainable, and to focus more on nature-based solutions. This legislation is taking our country in the wrong direction. It's not the fast-track it's the wrong track!

Lack of consideration for environmental damage: This project requires the economic benefits of a project to be considered above all else. In the midst of intersecting climate and biodiversity crises, we should prioritize protecting the habitats we have left and supporting efforts to restore ecosystems.

Lack of regulation against negative human health impacts: Even if you're not a nature lover like me, we can probably all agree that exposure to carcinogenic chemicals and other toxins, dangerous pollution in outdoor recreation areas such as rivers and beaches, and air pollution are things that no New Zealander wants. This bill does not exclude projects and activities that will have a negative impact on human health.

Lack of transparency: There are already many projects earmarked for fast tracking under Schedule 2A of this bill, but this list has not been published, meaning a fast-tracked project could be coming to a place near you soon, and you'd have no idea until after the bill has passed. Details about the process for project selection and review are scarce.

Undemocratic: Rather than going through the full submission process, projects are sent straight to a panel to be reviewed. This means that local people and conservation groups won't get to have their say on projects that will directly affect them and the work they do. This is a blatant overreach of central government into local affairs, from a government who criticized Three Waters because they thought it took too much decision-making ability away from the regions.

Risks of corruption and conflict of interest: The expert panels do not get the final say of which projects are approved; they can be overridden by any of these three ministers: Simeon Brown (Minister for Energy and Transport), Chris Bishop (Minister for Infrastructure) and Shane Jones (Minister for Oceans & Fisheries, Resources and Regional Development). Having one person make these calls presents a much greater risk of conflicts of interest occurring (and let's be honest, this is quite a risk).

Submissions on this bill are open until April 19th, and there are templates online you can use to make a submission if you're pressed for time. My favourites are from the Forest & Bird (the organization I volunteer with) and the Environmental Defence Society (linked below). You can also write to your local MP and let them know you DO NOT support this bill.

More information and submission templates:

STOP the War on Nature | Forest and Bird

Make a submission on the Fast-track Approvals Bill using EDS’s template | EDS

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「 Inside The Black 」

Part 2

☾ Pairing: Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader

☾ Summary: Flayed!Billy comes to your house in the middle of the night, confused and trying keep control of his body. If you can't save him, then he at least wants to show you how much he loves you. One last time.

☾ CW: violence, smut, VERY rough sex, angst, crying, P in V, unprotected sex, choking, bits of fluff, constant shifts in emotion.

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

☾ Word Count: 3.6k

☾ A/N: I've been working on this one for a couple days, and it is HEAVY. I'm really happy with how it came out though. ♡ Just uhh... be ready to board the Pain Express 😭

Have you ever drowned in slow-motion?

You can breathe, but barely. Not enough air to fully satisfy your body's needs, but don't get greedy. Breathe too deep, and you will suffocate. Filling your body with the offending pollution that lives and thinks. It even speaks.

I want you to build. Find her. End this. End… everyone.

Billy had one foot in the blue tinted underground, and another in this familiar room. The more his mind became polluted, the less familiar that room felt. The two images flashed back and forth, flickering through each other until that sinking feeling came. The feeling of losing himself. Walking down that barren road in The Upside Down.

"Noo! Let me out, you son of a bitch!!" He screamed into the ambient void. It was useless, but his rage (and fear) still bubbled to the surface. So much that even his living body on the upside felt the turmoil.

Here, in the 'normal' world, his girlfriend was freaking the fuck out. Before all this, it was any boring Tuesday night in Hawkins. You had finished up your shift at the Starcourt Mall, instructing Jazzercise classes. Usually your boyfriend would pick you up after his own shift at the community pool, lingering at the entrance to check out every leotard-clad ass in the room. Typical for him, and harmless. If anything, it meant he was in a good mood. The married mothers would grin and show off when they noticed his gaze, and who could blame them? He was a wet dream in tight denim, dirty blonde hair still fluffed and curly, and a cigarette always either between his lips or pinched between his fingers. The air surrounding him was always heavy with women in heat. Even still, he would only look. His hands, and every other part of him, were strictly reserved for you. His crown jewel. To him, you shined brighter than any of the other chicks around here. Seeing him look at you that way was enough to make your day.

Today wasn't one of those days.

There was no Billy waiting for you to end your class today. Not even a sight of him sitting in his car outside. So, with no other way to get home, you had to swallow your pride and ask Steve of all people to take you home. Oh, Billy's gonna love this. It would serve him right. Although the thought of him regretting standing you up was short amusement, you knew how it would really go. There was still a small hole beside your window (now covered by a mirror) where his fist had landed just an inch or two from your face. He never meant to actually punch you, but he made his point clear with intimidation. If he couldn't entertain the women of Hawkins like he used to, then you'd better return the favor. So, hearing that his unofficial rival had driven you home in his absence, wouldn't go over smoothly.

You sighed, laying back on your bed after a shower and a change of clothes. Steve, despite his single status, made no moves towards you and simply dropped you off. Thank goodness. Still, Billy would never let it slide. The blanket shifted beneath you as you rolled over toward your nightstand and popped in one of the mixtapes he made for you. 'Rock You Like A Hurricane' filled the room with a welcome distraction. I won't work myself up over this. I won't worry about what little whore he might be fucking. I won't call-

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The window rattled just enough for you to hear it over the music, drawing you out of your spiraling thoughts. Completely oblivious to the rain that had started to pour down at some point after your shower. Maybe it was just a branch from a nearby tree.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Definitely not a branch. You scooted off of your bed, inching cautiously towards the window. Of all the things to see, you didn't expect your boyfriend to be standing there. Every inch of his clothes appeared to be soaked through from the rain. "You gonna stare at me, or let me in?" He spoke in an irritated tone. Oh great. I get this version of him tonight. The window creaked as you lifted it enough for him to climb through. The moment he was inside, you shut it again as quietly as possible. Regardless of turning eighteen you still lived under your parent's roof. Today was embarrassing enough without having to explain Billy's presence at this hour to your mom and dad.

"Alright, what's the excuse?"

Billy offered no response. Hell, not even eye contact as he stood there dripping all over the carpet. His eyes stayed forward, staring into the mirror on your dresser. Locked in a staring contest with himself through the stringy ringlets of blonde curls hanging down his face.

"Billy? Are you seriously going to ignore me right now?!" You stepped closer, standing on the right side of him. "Billy!" Hot with rage, you raised your hand to shove his shoulder. Billy's hand shot out and gripped your wrist, finally giving you his attention. As his head slowly turned to look in your direction, your blood ran cold.

Those beautiful blue eyes were glossy and filling to the brim with tears. His long lashes fluttered, letting a single tear free to roll down that soft cheek. The skin there was slightly red and puffy. Seeing him brought to tears was rare, and the sight was both heartbreaking and beautiful beyond belief. Something was off… The expression on the rest of his face was stone, if not a bit strained. Only his eyes were crying out to you.

"B-Billy…?"

On the other side. The Upside Down, echoed with the distant sound of your voice. Repeating his name with growing concern. If only you could hear his screaming, trying to call back out to you over the thundering storm in the distant nowhere. Over the Mind Flayer's orders, telling him to take you back 'home'. To make you one with him.

You know you can't fight me for long…

Make her one of us. Then you'll never be separated again…

"No…" Billy managed a whisper, blinking more tears out of his eyes. "Leave me.."

"You're the one who came here. Clearly you need- I dunno, something. If you just need to cry, that's okay." The grip he held on your wrist was painfully tight, but you didn't try to pull away. Whatever nonsense argument you two might've gotten into was irrelevant now (at least until tomorrow). Something wasn't right… As you looked into his eyes again you could've swore you saw his pupils expanding. Almost swallowing his eyes in black.

Internally, he paced. Fighting to keep his composure. If there was any time for him to think straight, he needed it now more than ever. Your voice echoed again, louder this time. "Just tell me what's wrong, please. You know I won't judge you. Remember when you first told me about your dad?" Just as the words reached his ears, the area around him shifted and morphed into someplace more familiar. The bedroom his physical body was standing in now. Hazy visions of the two of you flickered in his memory, seeing himself crumpled in your arms. You held him, planting kisses in his hair and letting him get it all out. It was clearing up the more you spoke about it.

The black in his eyes shrunk back to normal, bringing his consciousness to the surface. His lips curled into a weak smile. "I remember." There was no telling how long it would last, but a trip down memory lane seemed like some sort of temporary cure. "That was also the night we first, uhh-"

"Pfft, of course that's what you'd remember. The sex."

The beast rattled in the back of his mind, threatening to take control again. So, Billy loosened his grip on your wrist and brought it to his lips. "Tell me more about it." He spoke through sensual kisses placed first on your wrist, then up your arm until he reached your shoulder. The first kiss alone had goosebumps raising all over your body. After all the violent urges the Mind Flayer had been feeding him, being gentle reminded him that for now he had control. "Tell me the story."

This day keeps getting weirder and weirder. You thought, but it was better than arguing. Billy continued lavishing your body with kisses, hooking his finger under the strap of your top and guiding it down your shoulder. "Well, uh, you came here after getting into a fight with your dad. I comforted you.. and then we…"

"We kissed." Just as he finished your sentence, he pressed his lips against yours. His body wasn't giving off as much heat as usual, but his lips were still soft. It always brought a fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach. Even after all this time together. Molding together in rhythm until he was consuming your quiet moans.

Bring her to me.

The corners of Billy's vision began to blur again, so he closed his eyes altogether. Not yet, not again. Aggression bled into the affectionate and passionate swirl that was shielding his mind. The innocent kiss deepened as Billy grunted and dug his fingers into the plump flesh of your thighs. A little bit of pain was a turn-on for you. It made you gasp and welcome his probing tongue to explore your mouth. You didn't know the pain was a sign that his control was slipping.

"Keep going." The whispered plea slipped through Billy's lips as he broke your kiss to rest his forehead against yours. His jaw was tightening, and he gritted his teeth. "Please."

"You said you'd try to be gentle with me."

A gravely purr rumbled from the base of his throat. "I can't promise you I'll be gentle this time around, baby."

You chewed on the corner of your bottom lip, feeling the gradual shift in his advances. What started as tender and heartfelt affection was transforming into something rougher and more sinister than you expected. It shouldn't have come as a surprise. Billy was rarely the type to 'make love' when you slept together. More often than not, his love was violent. It left bruises on your backside, and even on your hips where he would grip your love handles and steer you down forcefully onto his cock. In the beginning of your relationship it used to offend you. Now not only have you understood that he expresses himself through aggression, but you've actually started to enjoy it. "Then don't be. Maybe I want you to break me."

"You don't know…what you're getting yourself into."

Was his voice always that deep? The little details didn't matter to you at that moment. Your boyfriend was struggling with something. With shaking hands, you tucked your fingers under the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head. Since you were heading to bed (before Billy showed up) there was no bra restricting your breasts. The spaghetti strapped top was tossed into the corner of the room, but Billy's eyes stayed on your exposed chest.

He was on you in the blink of an eye, roughly molding your breasts in his hands. His left hand raised one of your breasts up to his lips, so he could flick and circle your nipple with his tongue. So eager in his movements, it felt like he was holding himself back from completely devouring you. The sensation made you gasp and whimper. Back and forth, he switched between each nipple. Suckling until they were both engorged and painfully sensitive. Even when you winced and dug your fingertips into his bicep, he didn't let up or slow down. Your body was at his mercy. To be played with and used as he saw fit.

"I don't wanna hurt you, but-" This man was on an unstoppable mission to expose as much of your skin as possible. His hand grabbed at the lacey waistband of your panties and yanked it out away from your hip, stretching the material until it ripped with a loud snap. "I need to feel you. All of you." Billy pulled the remains of your undergarment swiftly off your legs and tossed them aside. Your heart pounded in your chest. He's been rough with you, yes, but this was a new level.

Whatever stuffed animals rested on your bed found a new resting place on the floor, bounced off the mattress by your back being slammed down onto it. He didn't rush to climb up and cover you with his broad-shouldered shadow. Instead, he stood at the foot of your bed just taking in the sight of you. They both were. Where Billy saw the woman he loved, wet and riled up… the Mind Flayer saw delicate, supple flesh to add to his collection.

He moved in ways that were unfamiliar to you. Maybe even a little scary. The way his arms bent and extended when he finally climbed onto the bed. Like a spider on its web. A really fucking big one. His pants and boxers were left in a suspiciously neat pile beside your bed. Who is this man??

"I love you, Billy." You rested your palm on his cheek, cupping his face. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into it, for the first time whispering back the words you never rushed him into saying. "I love you too." Pushing himself into your slit as he does.

His eyes were still glossy, making the blue in them twinkle like stars in the sky. For the first few pumps of his hips he eased his way in and out of you at a slow pace. Rolling his hips like those beach waves he spoke about. It had your pussy drooling every time he bottomed out. The adjustment to his girth made you wince and shut your eyes, only to feel his hand grasp your chin.

"Keep your eyes on me."

So you did just that. Giving him your unfiltered emotion, and he swallowed it up. Keeping eye contact as he picked up the pace. Billy didn't want to miss a second, or forget a single detail of what might be his last night with you. As himself, at least. Or perhaps…even the last time you were yourself.

No. No no.. That is not an option.

Your head was swimming, all warmth and pleasure wrapping you up in ways only he could fulfill. Your nails dragged a repeated trail from his shoulder down his back, using him to keep you anchored and sane. He would fuck you crazy. Thrusting into you with increased force that shook the whole bed frame. "Billy, oh my GOD!" You whined, twisted up inside, and hungry for that release. "Please, I need it. I'm sooo close."

"Not yet, Y/N." He only broke eye contact momentarily, to dive his lips into a bruising kiss. Teeth taking your bottom lip between them and biting down until you moaned. He released it, smoothing over the skin with his tongue and looked at you again. "I want you to remember this, baby. Promise me."

It was hard to comprehend what he meant in your fucked out little mind, but you kept feeling something. Warning bells in the back of your mind. "What's all this about?"

Billy groaned, ignoring your question and pulling out of you. You made a small noise of complaint and hoped you didn't scare him off with that question. He stood, walking to the foot of the bed and straight up dragged you by your ankles until your legs were hanging off the edge of the bed, hips and ass just barely on the mattress. His forearms hooked under your knees and lifted your legs till they rested on his shoulders.

Oh okay. So he's trying to kill you. That's great. The two of you have only fucked in this position one time before, and your walls were left in shambles. Billy leaned forward, planting his hands just above your head and folding you like a blanket. Ringlets of blonde tickling your nose. A little giggle came out of you, and you saw the ghost of a smile come and go from his lips.

That would be the last time you ever saw him smile at you.

His hard cock pressed into you again, pushing its way through you like a bullet. The position angled him head on to that one spot that drove you insane. Evident from the way you cried out his name when he reached it. His own moans mixed in, deep and rasped while he pounded your fleshy mound ruthlessly. The beast within him made a stir, not at all pleased with the heat and friction. Billy's time was running out.

"Remember me, Y/N. Tell me who you belong to. Who this pussy belongs to." His voice stood somewhere between a command and a plea, demanding and desperate all at the same time. "God Y/N, say it before I fucking explode!"

Billy's hips went into hyperdrive as if he could push the answers out of you with sheer force. "You, Billy! I belong to you!" It's always been you. Wet droplets landed on your cheeks from above you. Those gorgeous eyes, spilling over as he mumbled a string of words you couldn't fully catch. Something along the lines of 'I'm so sorry' and 'I love you' repeated through a soft sob. It pulled at your heartstrings, heightening the overwhelming emotion building in your core. Soon your eyes were tearing too, sobbing in unison as you came undone. Your velvet walls clenched around him, pulling his own release forward. He didn't stop. His lips captured every sob and whimper, fucking his cum into you until he went soft. By now your body was shaking, fully in tears.

The two of you stayed there, forehead to forehead, crying silently. It all felt so final. Like he wanted to leave his mark one last time. Although you loved the passion of it all - I mean, he finally told you he loved you - you didn't like that it felt like an ending.

"Are you breaking up with me…?" The words came out so soft, you kind of hoped he wouldn't hear them. You hoped it wasn't true.

He wiped your tears, and some of his own, away from your cheeks. His other hand felt around for something out of the line of your sight. Probably something in his pants pocket. You didn't pay it much mind.

"No, sweetheart, no."

Who…the fuck…was that? The voice came out of your boyfriend's mouth, and it even sounded like him to an extent. But it was deeper than usual. Menacing with a sickly sweet cover-up.

The hand that wiped your tears returned to the mattress, supporting his weight and caging you in. He pushed his body up enough for you to see his eyes again, still bloodshot. "I'll never have to leave you again, once you join us."

There was an odd shifting sound that you couldn't quite place coming from the side of your bed. His free hand raised up, holding a silver necklace he bought you for your birthday last year. It was your most prized piece of jewelry simply because it came from him. A heart with a 'B' in the center of it, because of course he had to brand you with his initials. Show the world that you were his girl, and you wore it proudly. When you weren't wearing it you kept it in a jewelry box under your bed, so your thieving father couldn't pawn it for gambling money.

Billy brought his knees up onto the bed, straddling your torso. You wanted to get away, maybe even scream but you were so frozen with fear and confusion. He held the necklace in his hands, fiddling with the clasp until it opened. The necklace sparkled, shiny and polished, and perfect for what he had in mind.

There was a moment of peace. A seemingly tender touch as Billy bent forward to nuzzle your cheek with his own, just barely pressing his lips to your ear. Peace that was shattered when he spoke those final words.

"Don't be afraid. It'll be over soon…"

He spread the necklace out to its full width and brought it down across your throat, pressing his fists into the bed beneath you. The silver chain bit into your throat, cutting off your air supply. No amount of kicking your legs in desperation, or trying to claw at him seemed to do anything. He was unphased. Focused on one thing only.

The room blurred, spinning as you strained and choked out his name. You called for him, hoping to get through to the man who once occupied the body above you. He was already tucked away. A prisoner forced to watch you turn blue in the face until you had no power left in you to struggle. He pulled back then, not aiming to kill you. Only suffocate you just enough for you to black out.

With the last bit of motivation you could gather, you reached for his face. Your hazy vision focuses just enough for you to see a single fresh tear fall from his eye. You never got to wipe it away. The corners of your vision blackened and tunneled in. Shutting you out into your subconscious, where you could be with him…always.

☾ A/N: Well, I'm gonna ball up and cry now 😭. Honestly, writing this made me so emotional, I'm probably gonna write a part 2 where they get saved somehow. If anyone wants it. Comments and requests are always welcome and appreciated ♡

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