#inspired from his lab coat card

[questforgalas]

Passing the Time

Notes: a quick little diddy I wrote inspired by this art created by @zaana that I couldn't get out of my head and I also need pre-order 66 moments with the Batch like I need air. Just Crosshair and Hunter being soft bros and reminiscing

WC: 900

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Staring up at the night sky, Crosshair counts 7 different constellations laying within his vision. The midnight air still carried the day’s humidity, causing a thin layer of sweat to coat his skin underneath his armor even as he relaxes against the boulder he settled against at the beginning of his watch shift. A breeze rustles the palm fronds hanging above them, softly grazing his face, and in the distance, waves are heard softly rolling onto the beach on the other side of the grove.

Hard to believe just hours ago they were knee deep in Separatist territory doing what they do best. Especially what Wrecker does best with explosives. 

Checking his vambrace’s chrono, they aren’t due to leave for Kamino for another 5 hours. Finally returning home after nearly 5 months of missions. Giving a content hum, he crosses his legs in front of him, leaning further into the boulder and settling in for the remainder of the night. The only noise disturbing the soft jungle symphony coming from the GNK droid keeping him company. 

A thud from behind catches his attention, causing him to glance over his shoulder back at the Marauder. The gate was left open, letting the soft interior light spill onto the jungle floor and illuminate the figure walking towards him. Turning back to the jungle, Crosshair reaches into his belt taking out a toothpick to place between his lips as he waits for his sergeant to join him. 

“Can’t sleep?” he asks when Hunter settles in next to him, using the GNK as an improvised chair. 

“Can’t shut it down tonight,” Hunter replies. Crosshair gives a hum, understanding. As they grew older, the nights Hunter couldn’t shut his senses down became more rare, but occasionally, after a string of tiring missions, they could prove too much for his exhausted mind. 

“Echo and Wrecker out?”

“Like lights.” 

“Tech?”

“Doing something to the Marauder. As always.”

Crosshair huffs a sigh. “He’s going to work himself to death.” 

“When did you become a mother hen?” Hunter jokes, playfully jabbing an elbow into the sniper’s arm. That earns him a grumble that loses its bite when Crosshair can’t help the smile tugging on his lips. 

“Simply keeping the efficiency of the squad in mind,” Crosshair counters. 

“Uh huh. Don’t worry, Cross. Your secret’s safe with me. Can’t let anyone think you’re not a prickly asshole,” Hunter teases. 

The sniper rolls his eyes and flicks the toothpick to the other side of his mouth as he looks back up to the sky, letting the comfortable silence between him and Hunter settle around them. Mind on the brother likely buried in wires, he smiles up at the stars as his thoughts bring up memories previously forgotten. 

“Remember when we were younglings,” Crosshair starts, “and he was determined to build his own battle droid? Wanted it to go on missions with us.” 

Hunter groans, “Convinced Wrecker to break into the training lab with him to scrap and carry parts back to our barracks. Was set on having it ready for our next simulator. Stayed awake for days to finish it. He was so tired, he accidentally mis-wired the activation so it came alive in the barracks. Started firing everywhere.” 

“A bolt went right by my head! Hit my favorite target card!” Crosshair exclaims as he pushes himself off of the boulder, turning his body towards Hunter. 

“I’ve never seen Wrecker move so quickly when he flipped the table and took cover,” Hunter continues. “I had to tackle Tech down since he was still in a stupor, just staring at the droid wildly firing. It finally ran out of juice after a minute, but the damage to the barracks…” 

“Can’t believe Nala Se’s check up was scheduled for that day. Remember the look on her face when she opened the door?” Crosshair says with a laugh. 

“Still not as good as Lama Su’s when I had to explain to him what happened after being called to his office,” Hunter snickers. “Only the second time that week too. Pretty sure that was a record for us.” 

“What was the most?” 

“In one week? Nine. Became more frequent after Echo joined. Who knew an ARC would be such a troublemaker,” Hunter chuckled. 

“He’s not so bad. For a reg.” 

Hunter flicked his gaze up to Crosshair and smiled at the fondness he found in his eyes. No one was more protective of their squad than the ARC, and no one was more protective of the ARC than their sniper. 

Turns out, Echo has as much patience for bullies as he does for Separatists, and the Batch learned quickly that something as small as a snide look sent their way resulted in it being punched off the reg’s face by a scomp. Naturally, Echo’s fierce loyalty and no hesitation to knock down regs earned him a high spot in Crosshair’s regard. 

“Pretty sure he gets it from that Fives he’s always talking about,” Crosshair says. 

“Can’t really picture Rex having a bunch of rowdy ARCs,” Hunter mutters. 

“I think Skywalker required all of his attention. Let the others get away with it,” Crosshair chuckles.

Hunter matches his chuckle with his own. “Remember when…”

Surrounded by the quiet of the jungle, the brothers swap stories until the dark hours of night soften with the first rays of the sun crawling up to the horizon. The quiet is interrupted by Wrecker’s laugh inside the ship, and the sergeant and the sniper join their squad as they prepare to return home.

#tay writes #divider by samspenandsword #star wars #the bad batch #hunter #crosshair #echo #tech #the bad batch tech #the bad batch echo #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch hunter #pre order 66 bad batch #soft bros

[chrysochroma]

within your walls (desire, desire, till there’s nothing left of me)

@febuwhump 2024: Day 2: solitary confinement

@badthingshappenbingo : locked in a freezer (card is at the end)

Rating: Teen And Up

Words: 2,367

Fandom: Hermitcraft

Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture, Human Experimentation, Unethical Experimentation, Temporary Character Death

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the title is from Strangler Fig by the Crane Wives

this is inspired by @aquaquadrant and @lunarcrown ‘s Hels to Pay AU and From Eden by aquaquadrant.

i highly suggest you read that first bc it is both amazing and the context is helpful

this is the link to aquaquadrant’s From Eden master post

this is also inspired by this piece of art by lunarcrown

as well as lunarcrown’s orginal comic

anyways, enjoy some pain and suffering :)

Deep inside the Hels Tek facility, Tango stood, claws dripping with redstone dust, in front of a grid of circuitry.

The machine Dr. Atlas had sent him to repair wasn’t too complicated, in fact it wasn’t much of a challenge at all. It was just as simple as replacing a few components with the ones the circuit required and drawing a few more lines of redstone dust. The mechanism felt reminiscent of a puzzle you might give a toddler—Tango felt that all he was doing was placing the different shaped blocks in their corresponding holes—but he figured that it was just a test to see what he knows, which didn’t surprise him. This was like his entrance exam before being hired to work at Hels, he supposed. It explained why Dr. Atlas always seemed to be just a few feet away, no matter where they were. Tango hoped that that was a good sign.

A voice came from behind him. “Very nice.”

Tango jumped and spun around to come face to face with Dr. Atlas. “Oh! Doctor, didn’t see ya there. I finished fixing this thing for you,” He gestured at the contraption behind him.

Atlas took his eyes off Tango and studied his repair job instead, as Tango continued to talk.

“It wasn’t too hard, a few things were in the wrong places but that’s pretty much it.” He turned around to look back at his work.

“I see,” Atlas responded, somewhat distracted. His eyes had locked back onto the swirling crown of blaze rods floating above Tango’s head, and he reached into his lab coat.

“So, do you have anything else for me to do?” Tango fiddled with a spare comparator as he spoke.

Atlas stepped closer. “I think that you’ll be very beneficial to us here at Hels Tek.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Dr. Atlas.” Tango spoke, still focused on his redstone.

“So am I.”

Tango felt a sharp prick on his neck, and before he could turn to see what it was from, his legs gave out from under him and his vision went black.

A numbing chill spread through Tango’s bones as his eyes slowly opened. His mind was racing but his breathing was sluggish, muscles slowed by the cold. His senses seemed dulled—whether it was because of whatever knocked him unconscious or yet another effect of the raw, sharp iciness he was surrounded by, Tango didn’t know.

He was laying on the floor, staring up at a plain, white ceiling, dotted with glowstone lamps. They cast a warm yellow over the room, providing Tango with a false sense of warmth that he wished was real. He started to sit up, then immediately noticed an unfamiliar weight on his wrists and neck. The deep jangle of chains being dragged along the floor pulled him even further out of unconsciousness.

“Good morning, Mr. Tango.”

Tango’s eyes snapped up to see Dr. Atlas writing something into a small notebook. The pair made eye contact through the wall of glass separating them, and Atlas smiled. Tango tried to push himself up onto his feet, his arms trembling, but nearly fell onto his face instead. (He glanced up to see Atlas watching him fail to adjust to his lack of energy, then write something down.) His arms, his legs, his brain all seemed to betray him as he struggled to stand, but finally, he forced himself to do so. The heavy iron chains that connected to his collar and shackles and kept him tethered to the ground seemed to drag him back down, but he stood and looked Atlas in the eye.

“Hey, Atlas.” He called out. “What is this?” His voice was filled with confusion and frustration, but overall much less fear than there should’ve been.

“Your new assignment,” Atlas responded.

“Uh, no, thanks. What even-“ He looked around for a second, cutting himself off as he stared into the solid white room beyond the glass box he was trapped in. “What is this?” He repeated.

Atlas snapped his notebook shut and tucked it into one of the pockets of his lab coat. “Like I said, your new assignment, where you will be staying. Indefinitely.”

Tango frowned. “Yeah, no, let me out.” He looked down at the new jumpsuit he was wearing. “And where are my clothes?”

Atlas didn’t respond.

“Hey!” Tango raised his voice. “Let me out of-“ He stepped forward and the chain attached to his collar pulled taut, momentarily choking him. Hurriedly, he stepped back, coughing.

Dr. Atlas stepped up to the glass door, then punched a code into the keypad mounted on the wall next to it. The door opened with a click and Atlas stepped inside, followed by two other Hels Tek employees, who moved to stand on either side of him. Tango’s eyes flitted around the room, trying to keep track of all three at once. Then, Atlas nodded, and the other scientists stepped up, each grabbing one of Tango’s arms. Tango’s muscles tensed up—at least as much as they could—and he pulled against the scientists restraining him. Still, they held him fast, not much effort required.

Atlas stepped forward, reached up, grabbed one of Tango’s blaze rods, and yanked. The blaze rod sizzled, leaving a trail of sparks behind it, but it came loose from Tango’s crown and smoldered in Atlas’s hand. He brought it up to eye level to inspect it—golden, shining, smoking, and most of all, valuable.

Tango gasped in pain, but quickly regained his composure and continued to pull away from the scientists, while glaring at Atlas.

“Hey! Stop it! You can’t do that!”

Dr. Atlas tucked Tango’s blaze rod into his lab coat, then looked back at Tango. “Yes I can.”

The two scientists pushed Tango down, forcing him to his knees. He pulled against their grip with all his strength, but couldn’t do anything to stop them as they pushed him closer and closer to the ground, until he was on his stomach, his face pressed up against the concrete. One of them pinned his wrists behind his back, and the other held his neck against the ground until they had him under their control.

“Guys, hey-!” Tango protested.

Atlas leaned down, fixated on Tango’s swirling crown, then plucked each of the blaze rods out of orbit, one by one. Tango felt each and every one of them leave their place, their absence feeling like a pit in his heart.

“C’mon, not another one,” Tango pleaded. Dr. Atlas ignored him.

In the absence of any blaze rods, sparks fizzled up around Tango’s head, but no new ones formed.

Atlas frowned. “Hm. That’s a shame.”

“Atlas, stop this! Just- c’mon-“

One of the scientists forced his head back to the ground, slamming it into the concrete. Tango gasped at the impact. Then, from the sparks, a new blaze rod flared into existence. Atlas smiled.

“You know,” He looked Tango in the eye. “You and I are going to do great things together, Mr. Tango.”

“Atlas! St-“ he cut himself off with a wince as Atlas stole his final remaining blaze rod.

Still smiling, Atlas stood and walked out of the room, the other two following him out. The door slammed shut behind them, pushing another wave of ice cold air over Tango.

Slowly, he sat up, aching and fatigued, shivering. Then he tucked himself into a ball, too tired to fight back. He closed his eyes.

All of Tango’s days seemed to blend together, forming one painful, seemingly endless existence. Except it wasn’t really endless—Tango had died almost too many times to count over that long expanse of time. Almost.

Minuscule thorns like hypodermic needles jabbed into his skin from all angles. They seemed to suck the blood out of him, slowly and steadily, until there was none left. The branches wrapped around his arms and legs bore scarlet red berries, and the droplets of Tango’s blood scattered over the leaves and floor looked just like minuscule versions of them. They brought a constant, throbbing, piercing pain that Tango could never take his mind off of, at least until-

But that was too slow.

Deep red mist seemed to linger in the air, clouding Tango’s vision and filling his lungs. It burned his eyes and throat, adding to the pain swirling around his body. Each time a bottle dropped, he felt as if a portion of his soul was ripped away, claimed by the burgundy flecks that seemed to glimmer in and out of existence. He lost more and more of himself, never given a chance to recover, until-

<Tango was killed by magic>

But that was too effective.

Steam swirled up from the ground, enveloping him in a cloud of warmth. The red-hot, glowing coals were almost comfortable under his feet. The heat was scalding, yet familiar, and almost sympathetic. Tango was hardly surprised when the first sharp sting across his face came. The Doctors needed to have their fun, after all. So, he stood in the welcoming embrace of liquid hellfire and heard his bones snap, and break, and shatter, until-

<Tango walked into danger zone due to AtlasSyn>

But (as much as it was fun) that was too inefficient.

A cold, slippery nothing filled Tango’s throat, invading his lungs and emptying his mind of anything except panic. It was too thin, too slick to get a hold onto as it dissolved into his core, turning his embers into nothing but smoke. It filled him with terror like nothing else ever could. He was surrounded by it, and helpless to do anything to stop it from ripping away his life, his soul, his fire, until-

<Tango drowned>

But that harmed the product.

A prickling, unnatural chill crept over Tango’s bones. It seeped into his skin like salt dissolving into water—slow and gradual, yet present all the time. It seemed to touch each and every one of his nerves, somehow lighting them on fire and enveloping them in numbness at the same time. It sent a shiver down his spine so curious it almost could’ve tickled if it didn’t hurt so much. It ate away at him, bit by bit, until-

<Tango withered away>

It was perfect—slow, constant, enveloping, (painful,) impeccable. And so the experiments began.

Tango sat, unmoving, just like they told him to. He held still, just like they said, as rows of thorns were stabbed into his arms. Both of his arms were completely numb, yet seemed to be flickering with pinpricks of pain. Dr. Atlas himself was there to pluck the blaze rods from his crown, tucking each one into his coat as if he meant to protect them with his life. It was a constant cycle: Dr. Atlas would take a blaze rod from him, another thorn would be stabbed into his arm, and another blaze rod would appear, ready to be stolen once more.

There had once been a bouquet of wither roses in front of him. They were enchanting, almost would’ve been beautiful, if he hadn’t known what it was like to feel their wrath. Now, there was a pile of deep purple, almost black rose buds lying discarded on a table off to the side (they only needed the thorns).

As a scientist moved to place another bud in the pile, a clump of black, dusty pollen tumbled out of the flower and onto Tango’s arm. Almost immediately, it melted into Tango’s skin, turning the surrounding area a bit gray.

Dr. Atlas’s eyes instantly locked onto the still slightly gray spot. He pointed to the scientist holding the rose bud. “Bring that over here.”

They complied, and Dr. Atlas stuck his finger into the center of the rose, then pulled it out. Black dust coated the tip of his gloved finger, sticking to it like glitter. He turned back to Tango, then smeared the pollen across his forearm. Just as quickly as before, it absorbed into Tango’s flesh, this time leaving faint traces of black veins underneath his skin.

A newfound sense of pain rushed through Tango’s arm, pumping through his bloodstream. The sparks above his head flared, and a blaze rod shimmered into existence, taking its place in his crown. Dr. Atlas reached up a hand, then plucked it, a faint smile on his face.

The pollen was better, they’d found. It was more potent, more harmful, more efficient. The once discarded rose buds had suddenly become a treasure trove for the scientists, and Dr. Atlas couldn’t have been more pleased. And so the testing began.

Test #1: Tears welled up in Tango’s eyes as the now familiar prickling numbness drove him further to insanity. That black dust coated his throat and lungs, making him cough. A couple tears rolled down his cheeks as he felt one of his blaze rods get ripped away from him.

Test #60: Slowly but surely, they were tearing him apart. He felt like, as each blaze rod was stolen from him, a part of his fire went along with. His soul was being taken and sold to the masses for nothing but a bit of profit.

Test #157: Tango longed for the sliding metal doors to his blank white room to open. Even when they were there to refill the respawn anchor, trapping him here. Even when they came to empty the hoppers of his blaze rods, using him for their gain. Even when they came to chop off his claws, preventing any resistance. Because it was better than nothing, right?

Test #326: For Tango, crying was a constant. He took some comfort in it—among all of the deaths, all the malfunctions, through the never-ending blanket of prickling numbness, at least he had this. It was enough.

It wasn’t too much of a change for Tango when Dr. Atlas and the others came to move him into his new home. Just one torture chamber in a blank room to another. He could barely even notice a difference (maybe he didn’t care to).

Dr. Atlas smiled at him through the glass. “Welcome to your new home, Tango Tek.”

#writing #creative writing #hermitcraft #tangotek #bad things happen bingo #prompt: locked in a freezer #fandom: hermitcraft #febuwhump #febuwhump day 2

[mysteryshoptls]

hello do you know if jade mentioned why he likes mountain? is it because he likes mushrooms? oh and does he mentioned why he likes mushroom.. i do remember he's interested in the unpredictability of growing plants? and hes interested in terrarium cuz of the sea witch.. anyways excuse this weird ask thank you so much for translating i literally wait for ur translation whenever there's new cards and events <3

Thank you for reading my translations! There are a few vignettes that dig into Jade's love of mushrooms and mountains.

Beans Camo Jade (Part 1): Jade grows a rare mushroom in the botanical garden to trade with Sam for one of Idia's Bean Shooters. This shows that he cares for mushrooms enough to grow them himself.

Birthday Boy Jade (Part 2): Jade mentions that the reason why he started building terrariums is because he took inspiration from the Sea Witch. He also loves how he is the "god" of his own garden, and how unpredictably things could grow within it.

Outdoor Wear Jade (Part 2): Jade was very intense when it comes to mountaineering (with poor Cater being dragged along), including protecting mushrooms, trees, and moss, and enjoying the warbling of birds.

Apprentice Chef Jade (Parts 1 and 2): Jade says he likes to cook wild veggies and mushrooms while on his hike for his club. Whenever he finds rare mushrooms and plants, he brings them home, but he always wishes he could share its flavors with others.

Lab Coat Jack: Jade was cultivating mushrooms on logs (that Jack mistook for debris) and did everything he could to make sure they would be protected from the elements and grown properly.

But the best vignette to read is Lab Coat Jade. He explains there that he loves how he can find plants that weren't there the previous day, or see animals that he's never seen before. That "unpredictability" is what he seems to love the most. As for the mushrooms, he also states in his Lab Coat story that he finds it fascinating how they can grow better under certain conditions that could otherwise be detrimental to the forests and mountains. We also know that Jade is a big eater, and he is more than pleased to have these edible flora to eat, or "gift" to others. He finds throwing food away a waste (like when Floyd demands he tosses the mushrooms he brought back).

#ras replies #twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #twst jade

[cariantha]

Mine

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Explicit Warning: 🔥NSFW, ⛔18+ Only, contains explicit sexual content Category: Fluff, Smut Word count: 2.1K Prompt: Inspired by this prompt from @liaromancewriter

The nurses’ station was buzzing with activity. Behind the desk, nurses were busy answering patient call buttons. A pair of interns were at the counter, tapping lab orders into their tablets. Across from them, Ethan was poring over a stack of files.

“Hi Maureen, what’s up?” Sawyer asked, responding to the page she received a few minutes ago. “Wow, those are beautiful. Are they for a patient?” she gushed, nodding to a giant bouquet of at least two dozen red roses. 

“They’re for you, Dr. Brooks,” Maureen responded. “That’s why I paged you.” 

“For me? Really?” An uncontrollable smile spread across Sawyer’s face as she scooted over to the vase and reached for the card. 

Ethan's gaze met hers as she lifted her eyes. Still wearing a giddy smile, she subtly nodded her head accepting his invitation. He winked back. 

Maureen suddenly popped up in front of her, trying to get a peek of the card. “Soooo, who are they from?”

“Oh, um…” Sawyer quickly tucked the card back into the envelope, trying to think of a response. The worst part about being in a secret relationship was having to lie to keep your secret safe. It made her feel icky, so she always tried to spin the truth instead. “They’re from someone I started dating recently.”

“Anyone we would know?” the nosy nurse pressed further.

“Uh-”

“Brooks! Where are the discharge orders for Mr. Cruz? I don’t see them in his file,” Ethan called across to her, making her jump. 

“Oh, I… I must have left them in the DT office. I'll put these away and grab them for you, Dr. Ramsey.”

Sawyer played along, returning the wide-eyed look on Maureen’s face that said, “Oh boy, he’s in a mood.” 

Sweeping the vase off the counter, Sawyer cast another glance in Ethan’s direction, giving him an appreciative smile for the quick save.

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A luxury town car dropped her off in front of Ethan’s building the following night.

Sawyer knocked gently on his door. “Coming!” she heard from inside, and a moment later, Ethan answered. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and a kitchen towel was draped over his shoulder. He gestured for her to come in, then helped her with her coat, hanging it on a nearby hook. When he turned back to her, Sawyer wrapped her arms around his waist, tipping her head back to meet his eyes. “Hi.” 

Ethan wrapped his arms around her, lowering his head to meet her lips in a sweet, welcoming kiss. “Hi.”

“It smells delicious. What are you making for us tonight, Chef Ramsey?”

“Georgian chicken. Since you didn’t get to try it last time,” he said, guiding her to the kitchen. 

Soft music played throughout the penthouse. The living room was dim save for the warm glow cast from the crackling logs in the fireplace. The dining table was set for two, decorated with rose petals and flickering tapers set in coordinating candlesticks.  

“Do you want some wine?” Ethan asked, pulling her attention back to the activity in the kitchen. 

“Please.” Sawyer pushed up her sleeves. “Okay, put me to work, Chef. Give me a bowl of butter and I’ll give this chicken the best massage of their life. Or rather afterlife?” she giggled. 

Ethan chuckled. “Chicken’s already in the oven. I just need to saute the asparagus.” 

The pan sizzled as he tossed the vegetables in. He turned them over one-handed, letting Sawyer curl into his other side. With one arm around his back, her other hand drifted up the front of his thigh until she was cupping his crotch. “I guess I’ll just have to put my skills to use elsewhere,” she purred.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he warned, dropping the tongs on the counter. Gripping her waist, he picked her up, turned around, and set her atop the kitchen island. He handed her a wine glass and kissed her forehead. “If you touch me like that, we won’t be eating dinner anytime soon. So you’re going to stay right here until the food is ready. Got it?”  

“Fine,” she pouted, taking a sip of her wine. “This chicken better be worth it.”

An hour later, Sawyer had cleaned her plate and set her fork down. “That was so worth it.” She stood and moved around to Ethan’s side of the table. He scooted back to let her sit on his lap. “Thank you,” she whispered, giving him a tender kiss. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck and laced her fingers with his. She fell into a lovely trance, watching the dancing candle flames as Ethan rubbed her back. “Mmm, that feels good,” she murmured. 

Ethan kissed the top of her head, then encouraged her to stand. Squeezing her hand, he said, “I’ll be right back. Do me a favor and pour us each another a glass of wine?” Then he disappeared down the hall into his bedroom.

Sawyer poured the wine, then made herself useful, carrying their dirty plates to the kitchen sink. She had just put the leftovers away when Ethan returned. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, grabbing the glasses of wine from the dining table.

“Just helping clean up,” she answered.

“Leave it,” he insisted. He tilted his head toward the bedroom. “Follow me.”  

When Sawyer stepped into his room, she found a trail of rose petals leading to the en suite. The bathroom was dark, save for the candles glowing around the rim of the tub. More rose petals, hundreds of them, floated on the surface of the steamy water. A fragrant aroma of roses and jasmine filled the air.

Ethan set the wine glasses down next to the tub. “Come here,” he said, reaching out his hand. 

Sawyer took it and let him pull her close. “I’ve been wanting to do this with you for a long time,” she confessed.

“Me too.” He lifted her shirt over her head and placed it on the counter. Reaching around her back, he unfastened her bra. Curling a finger under each of the shoulder straps, he carefully pulled it away and set it on top of her shirt. 

Ethan’s knuckle traced around the pink centers of her breasts while Sawyer unbuttoned his shirt, then his jeans. She unzipped him, then took the sides of his shirt in her hands and peeled it away. 

After removing their shoes and socks, Ethan slowly spun Sawyer around, pressing his warm chest against her back. His hands slid under her arms, finding and loosening the button of her pants. Moving to his knees, he tugged the waistband of both her jeans and panties downward, helping her step out of each leg. As he returned to his feet, he kissed the back of her thighs, her ass, then her shoulders. 

Sawyer turned to face him and returned the favor. She pushed his pants and underwear to the floor, letting his erection slide between the valley of her breasts as she rose. Ethan grabbed the sides of her face and crashed his lips onto hers. “Do you have any idea how goddamn sexy you are?” 

He stepped into the bath and sat down. Extending his hand to Sawyer, he helped her step safely into the water. Standing before him naked, Ethan admired her body. His eyes trailed from her cherry-painted lips, to her plump breasts, to her smooth sex. He leaned forward and kissed the lines of her hips, then the mound below her belly button. “You’re so beautiful.”

Sawyer lowered herself into the water, positioning herself between his bent knees. She leaned back and melted into his embrace. The warmth of the water, and the feel of his skin against hers, was a comfort like no other. 

“I could get used to this,” she said softly, running her hands through the blanket of flower petals floating on the water’s surface.

“So could I,” Ethan agreed, sipping on his wine. 

After a few more minutes of blissful calm, Ethan set his glass aside and reached for a sponge. He dipped it in the water, then gently nudged Sawyer forward, swiping her hair to the side. The sponge moved up and down her back, then the length of her neck, and across her shoulder before traveling down her arm. Ethan dragged it across her collar bone, then after another dip under the surface, he squeezed a stream of warm water directly over each of her breasts. Her nipples hardened in response. 

When she arched her back begging for more, Ethan tossed the sponge to the other end of the tub. He pulled Sawyer back onto his lap, clamping his mouth to her neck as he reached between her legs. Her head fell back on his shoulder, and she moaned as his fingers stroked her core. With each twitch of his cock against her ass, her arousal grew more intense.

As the pleasure continued to build, she turned her head to the side. “Kiss me,” she demanded. Ethan obeyed. As their tongues met, he plunged two fingers inside of her, curling them right where he knew she'd come undone. 

“Oh god… I’m going to come,” she whimpered. 

He sucked her earlobe, then his warm breath caressed her ear. “Lasciati andare, bella.” 

Sawyer reached behind, gripping the back of Ethan’s head, anchoring as her body shuddered with wave after wave of euphoria. “Uhnnnnn…Ethan…”

Water tepid and fingers pruned, they eventually climbed out of the tub. Sawyer shivered as she plucked a few stuck rose petals from her body. Ethan wrapped a thick towel around her shoulders and rubbed up and down her arms to rid her of the goosebumps. “Let's warm up in front of the fire. We can set up a picnic for dessert," he suggested.

“Dessert? You’re spoiling me tonight.”

Ethan kissed her cheek as he walked past and into his closet. “You deserve it.” He emerged wearing a pair of loose shorts with a t-shirt in hand for Sawyer, but she was already buttoning the dress shirt he discarded earlier. “Fuck me,” he growled at the sight.

“Oh I will... But dessert first,” she smirked, walking past him to the kitchen.

🛁🛁🛁🛁🛁🛁🛁🛁🛁

With perfect timing, a log in the fireplace cracked in two, sending sparks up the chute. “Sawyer!” Ethan cried out as he found his release. Their bodies slick with sweat, he slid off of her and collapsed onto his back, just missing the tray of strawberries and chocolate sauce he had prepared for dessert.

Sawyer rolled to her side and propped herself up on an elbow. Ethan’s eyes were closed as he tried to regain equilibrium. She kissed his cheek and started tracing shapes on his chest. “Thank you for tonight, Ethan… and for the flowers yesterday. Who would have guessed you were such a romantic?” His lips turned up in a small smile. “Though, given your love of opera, I guess it shouldn’t come as such a surprise.”

He opened his eyes and turned his head to her. “I wanted to make up for some of the time I wasted before,” he explained. “Was it too much?” 

Sawyer cupped his cheek. “Not at all, babe,” she assured him, using the term of endearment for the first time. “I loved it.” She leaned down and kissed him softly. “You pulled out all the stops. I’ve never had anyone do the things you did for me.” 

He combed his fingers through her hair and looked her in the eyes. “You deserve nothing less, Rookie. I’ll have to think of some new ways to sweep you off your feet in the future.” 

“Tonight has been incredible, and consider me swept… But Ethan, I don’t need love letters every day.”

“I know, but I like showing you how much you mean to me.” 

“That’s easy, babe. Just smack me on the butt and say, ‘I’m glad that ass is mine,’” she laughed.

“That easy, huh?” 

“Mmm hmm,” Sawyer hummed. Sitting up and reaching across him, she plucked a strawberry from the tray.   

“Good to know."

After dipping the strawberry in the chocolate, Sawyer held a hand underneath it as she brought it to her mouth for a bite. Moving her hand away at just the right moment, the chocolate sauce dripped onto Ethan's abs. “Whoops, my bad,” she smiled wickedly. Licking her lips, she lowered her head, “Let me get that for you.”  

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Two days later, Sawyer rode the elevator up to the fifth floor with Sienna. When the steel doors slid open, she looked up to find Ethan waiting on the other side. She smiled and winked as Ethan waited for her roommate to exit. 

Ethan’s shoulder rubbed Sawyer’s as they crossed over the threshold at the same time. Then… SMACK! Sawyer jumped when the palm of his hand slapped her ass cheek. Safely on the other side, she turned to face him with a questioning look on her face. 

Ethan leaned forward to punch the button for the lobby. Then he looked at Sawyer. As the doors began to close, he smiled. “Mine.”

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Irony

vyn x fem!oc | tears of themis ff. (psychology major!lead) ✦ (1/~) [series fic] REPOSTING!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, comfort cw: love at first sight, slight prejudice, psychology major student x professor? hmmm . . . meet-cute, eventual smut, eventual romance, heavy psychological anguish later on orz (sorry) ; idk what to put kek note: possible series or there might be more continuation onto this context! for now this settles it for me ;) + supposedly expected to be finished last sept. on vyn's bday, but I only got around it now; majority of this set-up is inspired by vyn's ssr card 'a star in the night' + supposedly this is a 'x reader' fic but got too heavy eventually, I apologize truly ;; word count: 2.5k

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part x

do not repost © yutasbimil (2021)

“I wouldn't like a person with a prestigious background.” The lady is irked by the arrogance of rich; higher-class people. Vyn opposes love at first sight.

Ironically, Yule and Vyn came to realize they're both the type of people they came to ‘despise’; likewise.

They promised to stray away from those qualities, but this very essence is what drove them closer.

In a rush, Rosa approaches Yule at the sight of her. Yule is actually expecting more of a warm greeting from the senior, being an alumna of the campus and all. Yet she’s greeted with a pile of paper shoved by her chest.

“I’m really sorry, Yule!” Rosa almost tumbles as she bows. “I have to make a run to the firm.” By holding the older one with her phone, Yule got the gist that it was urgent.

She didn’t even get the chance to glance at the papers, not till she looked over that what Rosa hands out are survey questionnaires.

Rosa did not even tell her what to do though to get this; what it is for, and is it already up for evaluations? All she does know; it’s still not half done to be enough for input. Seeing one-third of it blank… Yule wants to cry internally.

Rosa didn't even explain to her what to do at all. 

Yule signs and she's even just here as an alumnus to get her documents.

She’s currently on her Masteral, and she's also planning to enroll here. As Rosa recommended.

And Marius.  sighs

They are at most friends, having the same interest in art. Though, she still gets annoyed as he can be quite a tease and unpredictable when they interact.

Geez, the thought of that guy infuriates me.

Yule diverts her attention back elsewhere, scanning over the papers she has at hand, aware of its content since she had psychological assessment courses.

Too drifted off and immersed in reading details, she grows hesitant.

Rosa is just about done with the evaluations— but, I am not in the place to hand these out as in the first place, I am not even assigned to conduct this…

Yule worries over her lips, upon reading a certain name, she pauses.

‘Dr. Richter?  That sounds like the prof. I'll have it in my class.’

She runs her finger on the print. “Vyn…”

She bumps into a man with a lab coat. Startled, she steps back.  “Oh, sorry!”  She’s almost a jittery mess, bowing and keeping the folder by her chest.

The sight of the lady also took Vyn by surprise.

Though, by her reaction, she doesn't recognize him at all. Or as that is what he presumed.

Yule first noticed his golden eyes, brighter through his glasses. She doesn’t know but some warmth spreads in her chest, urging her that he’s the kind of person to approach for aid. More so as his eyes glint back at her.

“Sorry to bother you more, but do you know Dr. Richter around here?”

The taller male says nothing for a moment, pursing his lips as he sees the glimpse of the familiar papers. 

Yule noticed his stares.

“Oh, no worries. I’m planning to give it back.” A bit guilty, she bites her lips as she did check the content. Though she doesn’t want to let go of it yet, she is already intrigued by the study.  What am I saying?

Rosa, you better make it up for me.

“That is me, but may I ask where you got those from?” the white-haired man inquired. She lifts the papers by her chest. 

“Oh, my friend is in a rush. She just handed these out to me. I really thought she planned to make me answer all of these…” Yule laughs, a bit forced, awkward. But all the more perpetually made things indeed more awkward.

At least for her end.

“Are you Miss Saints?” 

Somehow hearing him saying her name in his low voice made her heart tumble.

No Yule! You’re just nervous. No way that your heart skipped a beat at that!

Yule takes a deep breath regaining composure as she stands up straight. She firmly holds the folders and offers her hand.

“I am, and can I take that as you are Dr. Richter?” As if automatically she switched and adjusted her speech to formal talking to this nobleman. Or at least that's what her brain registered her to do.

“Indeed.” He nods, humbly smiling back at her ever so solemnly. “Please… No need to be so formal, any friend of Rosa is to my liking.”

Vyn takes her hand, she felt soft by her hand upwards. He speaks. “I suppose you know about those evaluation papers?”

Just when she thought she had the upper hand in keeping the atmosphere in place.  Alas. 

She sighed in defeat and was a bit ashamed. At this point, she’s screaming Rosa’s name at the back of her mind for being in this situation.

“Apologies, Rosa was in such a rush to ask me a favor.” she almost bites back a sob. “Though I do know the protocols yet I still rummaged through it.” 

“Oh, no worries. It’s fine. It is up to you if you want to take part as the respondent, or do you wish to continue to be of assistance?”

She did not even register the question in her head.

The curiosity has been looming over her mind for the past minutes, enough for it to ask to slip off. She didn’t have a moment to fight back her urge.  “How did you know my name?”

“Rosa had mentioned you to me on numerous occasions,” he replies, his lips shifting upwards in a noticeable manner. “She’s actually enthralled for me to meet you soon, since you’re her ‘psychologist friend’, as she worded it.”

Did she just witness him smiling at that fact?  Yule grows more on embarrassed than delighted at that.

Though, how come she didn’t even mention Dr. Richter to her at all to be aware of him? …if he knows her already this much?  How odd of you Rosa…

“Not yet.” She puts emphasis on that, further explaining to him her future plans for her degree. 

He gestures to her to move aside to sit by the waiting benches by the hallway. As more students crowd the room. As they found a bit of comfort by their feet, she continued, playing by the hem of her sleeves as she placed the folder between them. The distance now feels safe. “I am not even fully sure since you handed these out to be conducted. You assigned Rosa.”

Yule only expected him to take it as it is, as it is the facts. So, she didn’t expect the slight gleam of his eyes, though it wouldn’t be discernible if one isn’t paying much attention to a person. 

She rationalized it as she’s someone taking up psychology, of course, she had to be perceptive at most.

A smile is now formed on his lips, distinct more now than it is for her.

“Take it as a ‘makeup’ for bumping into me.”

That is a big thing for him, what an inconvenience you are, Yule. She kept the surging blood rushing through her face to herself, feeling all the more embarrassed.

Vyn is quick to retract it. 

“I am only kidding, though, mind if I do observe you?” he suggests once again. “I won’t be much of a bother. I believe if I accompany you, the students might answer those around me differently.”

As much as she knows that might change behavior, for the genuinity of the study, she's more affected by being watched. 

“Only if you do mind, Miss Yule?”

That made her get out of her zone. “No! I actually want to finish it seeing its content,” she admitted, the words just escaped smoothly.

By the gleaming eyes greeting her back.

She knows well that she'll definitely enjoy having classes here.

Yule is now itching more to move to her feet and get this over with, besides the outcome, the resounding steps of the two of them echoing in the now deserted hallway is growing all the more engaging. The idea of this atmosphere is going to be familiar to her…

I need to finish finalizing my documents.

It is the least of her expectations.

Yule is yet to know what is going right at her.

How could she slip up on their first conversation?  The look on Vyn across her, is anything but “amused” with his lips pointing upwards.

It felt cold and artificial, remaining unnoticed by the girl while she carried on with her sentiments. 

“They can be quite obnoxious.” she huffs, the push in her voice signals depth. 

“Just because they think they owe you and can bribe you with money.”

Vyn sips from his cup before speaking. “Don’t you think you are discrediting them for their hard work and efforts on what you have said prior on that basis?”

“Also…” Adding a chuckle, he looks at her. “Do you not like Marius that much?”

“N-no! I actually like him, he's one of the few I get along with and of that background.” She almost pokes herself reaching the straw with her mouth. That took her off guard, it is anything but hatred. Although she had to admit, she got carried away with her mouth. That is not at all what she meant, but is it really coming across that way on how Vyn interpreted it?

Yule is part of the middle class, more on the working side, and trying to strive to meet her needs, but delving into the topic and personal encounters, she had a handful of unpleasant experiences working with rich people.

Though, she did not even consider him, Vyn Richter, as that… even when she got to know he's rich af.

She grows somber in her seat. It really flew out of her mind that Vyn had told her about this recently. Remaining her lips wrapped around her straw, Yule made a mental note to hold back her tongue this time around.

“Yule, how come you've developed a stereotype, then such judgment on this matter?” His voice is too clear to bypass.

Yule took the moment to look at him intently. 

At some odd feeling, she felt that his intention on the question is beyond his inquiries on psychology. This is a matter of intuition now.

She doesn't want to back down or stray away from their topic.

Now a bit composed, she tells him in prompt detail what’s on her mind. “Okay, sorry. I held such a judgment, though it is personal based on what I have encountered… Especially in prestigious places that I had a chance to get a job in. Some can be condescending not because they have power, when the actual case is that what they are lacking is simple respect to others.”

“I see.” Vyn runs his fingers by his chin and then gestured to her, she felt her breath release. “You said that in meticulous detail.”

Yule hums, now a bit relieved in her place though nervous if she lessened the mess she placed on the atmosphere.

“I do hope I don't come across that way. May I ask if I have offended you in some way, in our previous meetings perhaps?”

“Not at all.” She shakes her head firmly, assuring him in the best manner. She had to take another good look at him, straight in contact. “What do you mean though, Dr. Richter?” 

She can’t quite put a finger on it…

“Nothing.”

She won’t think much of it then.

By the clock ticking, and as the condensation of the cup drips by her finger, Vyn drops his question.

“Ah, right. Rosa relayed the message to me moments ago… Since she's got an extra ticket, how about you be the one to join me at this event? Her friend Kiki isn't able to accompany her.”

Yule filched as he handed the invitation, more so as his slender fingers brushed hers for a moment. But looking at the table now, she can't quite comprehend seeing the intricate details on the paper, let alone the scent of it.

Or is it him?

She flushed red as she realized his close proximity.

Yule backs away, also because she might have to turn him down. “Oh no, I don’t know if I may…” The shining letters on the paper gawk at her by her line of vision.

She doesn't have any clothes appropriate.

Like of course, on average, she didn't have anything packed for this certain instance. She will stick out like a sore thumb!

“Is there any problem, Miss Yule?” Vyn had to ask as she had been silent for a while.

 Prompting her feet properly to her seat, her sheepish behavior came off a bit less. “Honestly… I don’t have a dress for a ball.”

Does she look pathetic?

“Oh, no need… Marius suggested a design for you.” Seeing the already prepared reference on the older male’s phone, she had to widen her eyes at the sight of her favorite hues that complements her skin so well.

That made her flush more.

She lets out a nervous laugh, mixed with vexation. “I swear he wants me in debt.”

“I asked him directly though, no worries. Besides, knowing you're in the midst of moving here in Stellis, I suppose you didn't bring any attire for these kinds of events.”

 “Exactly.” She felt herself relax and look at him with intent. So, he didn't see the fact that I may not have any of the luxury, and did not prioritize it since she’s handling something at the moment. She beams at him, feeling the effects of the caffeine saturate her body. “You’ve done so much already, Vyn, thank you.”

Hearing that she had already complied in calling him by the name, she claps his hands together, nodding in appreciation. “That settles it then.”

“Mind if I pick you up at noon?” he asks.

“Not quite a morning person?”

He had to perk a smile, as she even managed to notice that detail.

Vyn chuckles, letting a meek smile paint over his lips. “I suppose you too?”

Nodding, she had to mirror back a shy grin, disappearing in a matter of seconds as it’s been replaced by an astonished reaction. 

“Let's grab a coffee on the way.”

She had to flush back.  He noticed that detail too, huh…

Settling on the same agreement feels safe as they get more captivated into their little bubble. Despite being both’s epitome of ‘irony’ at the first meeting, they have settled it. With Vyn breaking down her beliefs into something more bearable; showing more of the radical explanation of phenomena, and to Yule alluring the appealing nature of the primacy effect  in love for Vyn. Possibly expanding the concept and enticing dynamics to him hereafter.

To the one who acts on her vulnerabilities, the other rational on their approach. One can learn from the other; equal and reciprocal. Opposites do attract.

Having to see in person the name, the one he keeps hearing, now has a form and meaning for him to further analyze. He wishes to comprehend more of her complexities past her captivating appearance. Vyn can now structure better connections based on further impressions he may probe into.

Letting the scent of the café waft their senses, he's stirred awake.

He’s the type who prefers tea, but with him being in her presence, it feels natural. She gives the same palpitation and warmth as he glances at her coffee-brown eyes.

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[prinnamon]

@spiderh0rse has been posting some fantastic notes while it makes its way through Freeman's Mind, so i got inspired to do the same for Mind of Ryan today! it's a shorter series, so here's my thoughts on all eight episodes plus extras. was not expecting to sit down and watch it all today but i was overcome by the need to do so. you know how it is.

WIKI

full name: Ryan Harrison Sullivan

date of birth: August 25, 1976

has received HEV training

working in "mechanics & AI development"

EPISODE 1

listening to "Anywhere But Here" from the album The Story Of The Mechanical Man by Behavior at the start of Episode 1, meaning the series must take place after its release in May 2001.

drives to work ("helicopter rides are too expensive," so apparently the employees have to pay out-of-pocket to fly out to the facility)

didn't sleep well the night before. yet another mindverse character who refuses to get good sleep or eat a nice meal

wears his lab coat all the time even outside of work because he thinks it makes him look "cool as fuck" and because it's very comfortable. people think he's weird for this.

he used to live in michigan

one time a raccoon bit into the power lines and this knocked the power out for the entire town he lived in

willing to shrug it off when people start talking like sephiroth in his mentions say concerning shit. very "haha ok whatever you say man"

barney is his roommate. ryan thinks of him as lazy. barney relies on ryan as his alarm but ryan is not above giving the fuck up since barney is a heavy sleeper

excited at the sight of a mechanical keyboard (based)

appreciator of air conditioning. his college (presumably UChicago; see Episode 6.5) had no a/c.

ryan knows barney gets pissed about it when he finds a safety violation like a lack of handrails on a staircase or walkway, but he never reports these violations

just. casually hops over a counter to throw something away in an inaccessible trash can. tells people to get over themselves about it when they react negatively

EPISODE 2

ryan works in sector G as a robotics engineer

wonders if he's "the only young scientist here," so probably either doesn't know Gordon, Felix, Stark, and Ramirez or is only referring to his department

KNOWS COLETTE GREEN. LIKES HER. THINKS SHE'S COOL. (based)

"she is just the right amount of crazy." is a little younger than her

hasn't been late to work often.

could live without his break, but it would suck.

thinks the transit station is "unnecessarily huge"

can get a little mean in a tense situation (calls a guard a "dumbass")

mind goes blank in a crisis ("i just don't even know what to fucking think right now!")

EPISODE 3

his chest hurts when he wakes up. presumably from cpr.

"my brain isn't really registering everything that's happening. i feel like i should be panicking, but i'm not."

hates roaches. does know they're a vital part of the ecosystem and that his hatred is irrational but hates them anyway

"hi, rat."

notices his lab coat is dirty. he's unsure why he's fixated on that when he has bigger problems.

cold and wet and NOT having fun!

illustrated end card shows him holding his flashlight up over his shoulder

EPISODE 4

gets attacked by a headcrab, which presumably gives him the little cut on his right cheek seen in every end card from this episode forward!

uncurious about the aliens. does NOT want to know what they are. just get him outta there

knows everything about the tau cannon. recites facts about it to calm himself down. i think his mental "happy place" is just a rotating 3D model of the tau cannon. which is incredibly real. also he calls it the tau cannon (based)

his plan for today, if he'd actually gotten to work, was to "see if [he] could apply a self-limiter to the alt fire to prevent it from overcharging."

he wishes he was in his lab right now.

his reaction to seeing a dead guard lying next to their equipment is "oh, hey, a bulletproof vest!" and he takes it and puts it on with NO hesitation. he then immediately starts searching the corpse for other useful shit. and this is like. one of the first dead bodies he came across. really just getting right to it. who needs to descend into apathy when you can save time by starting there?

able to recognize that this situation is incredibly fucked-up but not really able to engage with that fact emotionally.

it feels wrong to him to kill the headcrab zombies. he recognizes that they probably used to be his coworkers. after taking out two of them, he resolves not to do it anymore.

EPISODE 5

his black mesa-issued flashlight is a shake-to-charge light.

barnacles are "ceiling tongues."

"man, that thing killed Bob. he was two days from retirement. how could you do that?" i have no idea if he's being serious and he recognized the construction worker who got killed by a barnacle here or if he's making a joke to dispel the horrors—oh. yeah. he flat out says he has no clue who that guy was

his robotics lab is in the biology building! he doesn't understand this, but he also doesn't mind. (Heather's a biologist! maybe he knows her, since they work in close proximity.)

ditches the vest for improved mobility.

chuckles in disbelief after managing an impressive feat of acrobatics

says electrical failures and brief power outages were regular occurrences even before the incident

takes a snickers bar off a dead guard

could go for a pizza right now

can't rule out that the facility's haunted

"what the fuck is that? wait. that reaction is not suitable. allow me to rephrase: AAAAAAAAHHH!" hmm. i see. makes another tally mark on my "Ryan's first instinct in this situation is not to panic, and he only really does so because he thinks it's what a reasonable person would do right now" list

EPISODE 6

lived out of a storage unit for a while when he had no other option. he packed all his stuff in a rented storage unit and hid his bed behind the stacks of boxes. it was always miserably cold in there and he did Not have bedding. being in the drainage canal reminds him of what that was like

acknowledges he may have to fight the headcrab zombies eventually but "just can't stand the idea of beating them to death" because of how violent and brutal it feels

really doesn't wanna leave the guard with the broken leg to die but reluctantly accepts his weapon when he says he's "never gonna make it"

even with a gun, he'd rather run from danger. gotta conserve ammo.

"why is it so difficult to leave the building?!"

impressed that the guy in the control room hacked the announcement system. tried to do so for April Fools last year but failed to bypass the firewall

panics and accidentally kills(?) mister control room by shooting the bullsquid attacking him with a shotgun, sending both the bullsquid and the guy flying out the window. feels really truly quite bad about that.

EPISODE 6.5

ryan went to the university of chicago!

ryan drinks squirt (the grapefruit-flavored soda)

in 1995 he spent $1500 on a giant fucking heavy ass laptop while absolutely not having the money to do so. he regrets nothing. he love computer

EPISODE 7

OH RYAN HAS A CUSTOM 3D MODEL. OKAY. SICK. ANIMATED OPENING.

has a cell phone on him

injured his leg pretty bad when the elevator fell but doesn't seem to have lost consciousness at any point. yeowch!

concerned about how the pain in his ears from firing a gun in a vent is significantly less than the pain earlier from the houndeyes' soundwave. wonders if he's sustained permanent hearing damage.

his tune has changed regarding vents. hated being in the first one he had to crawl into. now they're a nice change of pace, because he at least knows larger enemies can't follow him in and chase him.

barnacles ceiling tongues are now "tongue monsters." he addresses one as Chunky the Tongue Monster.

a little sad/guilty watching as guards fight for their lives and he ascends on an elevator towards the surface. "this whole situation is just so fucked, man. you just kinda have to look after yourself, and if anybody gets hurt or dies, you just have to leave them. damn."

his phone is a Nokia 3300B. it is a thing of beauty.

once he gets high enough to have cell service, he gets a call from Tod Arlen, who's been trying to call him for hours. Ryan says Arlen's "the last person [he] expected a call from."

arlen has already escaped with Kate by this point!

arlen warns ryan that he's heard some black ops chatter and they plan to blow the place up. ryan is silent about this until arlen's like "are you there?" and ryan very calmly/dismissively says "yeah. well don't worry about me, man. im almost at the parking garage so i'll be fine :)"

they make plans to meet at the clayton airport when ryan gets out. (and, over the phone with arlen, ryan does seem pretty confident it's a "when" situation, not an "if.")

ryan seems calm and casual throughout the phone call but lets himself freak out about the gravity of the situation as soon as he hangs up. ("i'm going to fucking die.")

EPISODE 8

the wiki suggests that an eighth episode was in production at one point, but there's no such thing on YouTube unless you count an unlisted video called "Shotgun SFX Test - Mind of Ryan Episode 8"

there's an end card for ep8 showing ryan having survived being shot. i don't believe episode 8 got made. i think the illustration is all there is.

there is a speedpaint of the episode 8 end-card tho!

"STARTING OVER."

"the only way mind of ryan will come back is through the form of a reboot, and i don't know when or if that's going to happen."

#prinna's posts #mind of ryan #ryan sullivan #ryan h sullivan #i like this fella. i feel like he and stark would get along ok.

[giggly-squiggily]

hi omg i need to stop lurking and start talking to ppl

i seriously admire you and other creators for taking on tickletober. like damn, thats 31 pieces of work. you should be super proud!!! I really hope you enjoy that mini vacation bc you def deserve it!!! your ability to churn out so much fantastic work while balancing your personal life is extremely inspiring <3 <3 i know youre going far with whatever you put your mind to!!!

im gonna just drop a little wild card of a request-ish thingy. on my mind rn are kisses!!! kisses turning into raspberries!!! feel free to use it or not, or combine it with another prompt, im leaving it up to you <3

hope you have a fantastic october, and an amazing november, AND THEN CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEARS OMG 2022 GO BYE BYE

Skribblz! *Flailing hug jumps* It's so good to hear from you! :D Merry Christmas, New Years, the end of the freaking 2022 nightmare whoop whoop HELLO! :D I've gotcha covered! I was going back and forth on who to use for this prompt, but ultimately fell on Sengen because- yes. Sengen. :D

I hope you like it! :D Here's to a grand 2023!

Everyone has a love language. Gen’s is kisses.

~~~

“Senku-chan. Have you been here all morning?” Gen shuffled into the makeshift lab, tilting his head curiously at the other.

“Hm? Oh yeah- I had an idea on how to progress with the lightbulb. It’s proving to be rather…difficult.” Senku sighed, bending his head as he ran a hand through his hair. His shoulders were set with tension, stress rolling off him in waves. “I’ll take a break soon just…yeah.”

Gen hummed, nodding. Walking over, he reached out and gently hugged his boyfriend’s shoulders, nuzzling his cold cheek against the warmth of the other’s skin.

“Ah! Mentalist, you’re freezing!” Senku yelped, a chuckle escaping his lips as Gen pressed closer. “Stop, you’re too cold!”

“No way- you're warm!” Gen grinned, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against the back of his neck. “When you're ready for a break, come find me. I’ll be with the kids making wires and such.” With another kiss, Gen let him go, disappearing from the lab with a small wave.

“Heh…maybe I will.” Senku shook his head softly, cheeks warm as he ran a hand along the back of his neck, the skin still tingling from Gen’s lips.

~

Later that day, Senku returned, shaking in his coat as he scurried over to a blanket wrapped Gen.

“Scoot over, I’m freezing.”

Gen smiled in his pillow, doing just that as the scientist crawled in beside him. “Oh! Senku-chan you’re actually freezing!” Gen yelped with a laugh upon feeling Senku’s cold limbs against his- reaching out and taking his frozen fingers within his own. “How long have you been out today?” “Too long. I got caught up in some lab testing.” Senku snuggled closer, pressing his cool cheek into Gen’s warm shoulder. “I’m tired. Wake me up later.”

“But Senku-chan, it’s only the evening.” Gen teased, smiling when he felt the other start to snooze. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Sleep well, Senku-chan.”

~~~

“You cut yourself?” Gen’s voice shook him from his thoughts, bringing him back to reality.

“Hm? Oh, I did, didn’t I?” Senku looked down at his hands, eyeing the reddish lines racing along his palms. “I must have caught them on something. I’ll go clean up.”

“Let me do it.” Gen blurted out, startling them both. Face warm, Gen cleared his throat before gesturing to Senku’s hands. “I…I don’t mind doing it. Cleaning up your hands that is.”

Senku blinked, taking in the request. “Yeah…sure. Thank you, mentalist.” He smiled, feeling suddenly shy. It was just hands- did it really matter all that much?

Gen nodded, equally flustered as he went to gather up the things. Before long, he had a small clay basin and a rag, the soap wrapped up in it. Over his arms lay two fresh arm bands to rewrap Senku’s hands. “A-Alright- ehm. Take a seat.” Gen waved him down, kneeling before him and gathering up the first limb. “L-Let me know if it hurts.”

Despite the shake in his voice, Gen’s hands were gentle. Unwrapping the bandages Senku always wore, he went to work- carefully dabbing at the angry red lines. It stung a little, but Senku was grateful for that. Had it not hurt, he was sure he’d be an absolute wreck right now.

“Heh- you're pretty good at this, Mentalist.” He had to break the tension before his heart exploded. “Cut yourself alot with those playing cards?”

“Please, me? The great Mentalist?” The other seemed to relax, an easy smile on his lips. “That’s all magic- I simply make it appear.”

“Sure you do.” Senku snorted, earning a playful glare from the other.

“I’ll remember that…It’s mainly from cooking.” Gen confessed, finishing off the first hand and gathering the other. “I’m not exactly a good chef. I can barely work a microwave back in our time, let alone a kitchen knife.”

Senku tried. He flattened his lips. He breathed through his nose. He closed his eyes with so much tension he was sure he looked like he was in pain.

“One time I put an egg in the microwave.” Gen carried on, starting to smile. “I didn’t know you were supposed to pierce it. When I went to get it, the entire inside looked like a crime scene. It was like I killed Gudetama.”

That did it. Senku let out a wheeze, pressing his freshly cleaned hand to his mouth as he laughed himself silly. “Ohohohoho mahahhan! Mentalist youhohour a worse chehehef than mehehehe!”

“Oh hush! I’m not that terrible!” Gen giggled with him, clearly pleased with himself. “At least I didn’t burn bread seven times in a row!”

That only made Senku laugh harder, the scientist turning away as his shoulders shook with mirth. His ears were red- Gen wanted to kiss them. “Ohooho, ohohooho god! Mentalist, yoohohour too much!” Senku snorted, sitting back up with tears in his eyes, a loving warmth mixed in them that made Gen’s heart skip. “Remihihnd me not to puhuhut you on cooking duty.”

“No worries there. I’m sure the village knows already, hehe.” Gen looked down at Senku’s hand, now clean and dry. It was warm, fitting perfectly in his own. Without much thought, he brought it up to his lips, kissing the now clean wounds.

“G-Gen?” Senku was so surprised by the action he used his real name. His face was aflame once more, eyes wide in surprise. This time, Gen only winked, kissing it again.

“Sometimes we gotta kiss it all better, yeah?” Gen teased, pressing one more kiss against it before grabbing the bandages.

“Y-Yeah…I suppose we do.” Senku murmured, flustered the rest of the evening.

~~~

“Oi, would you cut that out!” Senku squirmed beneath him, giggles climbing up his throat with each kiss and nuzzle Gen gave him. They had a free evening- Chrome had more or less forced Senku out of the lab earlier that day. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone. Go get some rest. I’ll take care of everything.”

At first, Senku was a bit irritated. He was- at least to him- on a breakthrough with his current project.

But then he saw Gen’s smiling face upon returning to their little room and decided Chrome was absolutely correct. He did need a break.

“Why should I? You’re too cute!” Gen teased between kisses, pressing another one behind Senku’s ear, making him blush and yelp out a laugh. “The cutest Scientist I’ve ever met in my life!”

“Yooohohohu huhuhuhuhush, Mehehehentahhahahlist!” Senku twisted in his arms, the acts in vain as they only opened up more tickle spots for Gen to get to. “Staahhahap it, ah! Wahhhahait!” He scrunched up as Gen kissed his neck right along a pulsepoint. “No kihihihihihsing!”

“Yes kissing!” Gen smiled against his skin, daring to lightly bite him and earning a squeak. “Unless you want me to nibble instead?”

“Yohoohohohhu suhuhuhuck- GAH NOHOHOHO!” Gen had moved back up to his ear, lightly biting it, sending both him and Senku falling backwards. “MEHEHEHHENTALIHIHIHIST!”

“Hm?” Gen asked, sitting up with twinkling eyes.

“Staahahhhahp it! Nohoohoho bihhihihting or kihiihihihssing!” Senku huffed, giving him a glare.

“Boo…fine fine. I won’t kiss or bite.” Gen agreed, something in his expression sending shivers down the other’s spine.

“Mentalist…don’t you Dahare!” Gen attacked once more, pressing his face into the crook of his neck. At first, there was nothing. No kisses, no nibbles, not even a nuzzle.

And then-

“PFFFFFFT!”

“GAH AHEHAHHAHAH YOU SUHUHUHUHUCK!” Senku howled in laughter, shoving weakly at Gen’s shoulders as the other blew another raspberry into his skin. “GHEHEHEHEHEHEN!”

“Hehe, okay okay!” Gen laughed, sitting back with a smile, watching Senku gasp for air. His cheeks were bright red, eyes misty with mirth as they tried to glare up at Gen. “Aww, don’t look at me like that. You can’t tell me you weren’t having fun, Senku-chan~”

“Shuuhuhuht up….mehehheentalist.” He groaned, no real malice in his voice as he ran a hand over his face. When he looked back again, Gen was watching him fondly, something soft in his expression. Senku knew exactly what he wanted.

“Heh…come here.” He reached up, wrapping a hand around Gen’s collar loosely before pulling him down, pressing their lips together. Immediately Gen melted into the kiss, reaching out to pull Senku closer.

They stayed like that for a long time, pulling away when they needed to breathe. “Better?” Senku asked when he could, deeply satisfied with the warm blush on Gen’s cheeks, the color running down his neck.

“Much better.” Gen nodded, snuggling close. “Can we do that again?”

“Like you need to even ask.” Senku laughed as Gen kissed him again and again.

Thanks for reading! :D

#dr stone #tickle #tickle fic #sengen #senku ishigami #gen asagiri #fluff #kisses #lots of kisses #This was so cute to write ahhh! #I love them your honor

[nerd-chocolate]

So I did the some Valentine’s Headcanons for The Science kids and The Austins!! I hope you enjoy them and your having great day even if your single since this post is here to prove that Valentines Day is much more than lovers.

Also I hope you love them @artzychic27 !!

I think the first thing that would happen is that the Science Kids should show their appreciation to Ms. Mendeleiev for being a great and understanding teacher to them by giving her some cards, favorite desserts, homemade gifts, etc. Here is what they end up giving her!

Marc - A little story about a twilight parody with her as the main character

Zoé - A handmade scarf that has stars and spaceships

Aurore - Some beaker earrings that have them have a little explosion

Mireille - A card that has a sci-fi theme to it and it is about how Ms.Mendeleiev was one of the people to be very understanding and kind to her and how she helped with their confidence

Jean - The Toxic Avenger the musical poster and Be More Chill soundtrack CD

Reshma - A handmade lab coat that little stars that glow in the dark

Ismael - A gift card to her restaurant and a card to show his appreciation of Ms.Mendeleiev for being a great teacher

Simon - A music video about her and a playlist of her favorite songs

Denise - A bouquet that fit Ms.Mendeleiev and a book about the history of sci-fi

Lacey - A little drawing of her and her favorite brand of tea

Cosette - A handmade makeup set that twilight zone inspired and Red velvet Macarons

Ms.Mendeleiev loved the gift they brought so they ended up watching an episode of the Twilight Zone (1959) and ended up talking about it afterward. Aka a bunch of nerds talking about a pretty nerdy show.

As for Austin T and his homeroom teacher, Mr.Grotke, Austin would probably get him his favorite dessert which is, mini apple tartlets in a green box, and note that about him being a great teacher to him. Mr.Grotke appreciates the gift and thanks Austin for the gift and says he is a good kid. Austin cries a little from that and hugs Mr.Grotke and Mr.Grotke hugs him back.

As for the other Austins and their teacher, I don’t think they would know their teachers long enough to give them a gift so they don’t get them anything for the holiday.

Platonic Love

As for platonic love, I think the science kids hang out for a little while before splitting up to do their things for Valentine’s Day. They talk about the plans they’re planning to do with their loved ones and tease each other about what they're doing with their respective romantic partner which is mostly about Marc and Jean. They even get some ice cream that is not Andre’s before they go to do their only thing.

Reshma and Ismael celebrate the holiday by having a sleepover while watching some ghibli movies, having anime-inspired food, playing some video games, and doing some cosplay. They even got each other gifts. Ismael got her some new threads and an Utena & anthy keychain while Reshma gave him a new magic kit and handmade cardigan that has a magician aesthetic to it. They love each other’s gifts and said to each other that they’re happy they met each other and became best friends. And they end the night with platonic cuddles as they sleep.

Since the three Austins went to a different school while Austin T stayed at DuPont, they can’t celebrate the holiday together so the video chatted with Austin T to say have a good Valentine’s Day. The three Austins just watch bad Valentine’s Day theme movies or specials while having some chocolate and ice cream and talk about how shitty the movies are.

Familial Love

On to familial love, which isn’t that long but it's worth talking about. Lacey spends Valentine’s Day with her family by giving them cards to show her appreciation to them and gifts as well and vice versa. For example, Lacey probably got Evan a geology kit and Jeremy an action figure based on his favorite superhero. While her grandparents gave her some new rock climbing gear and a Himalayan rock lamp. They also go on a hike and have a little picnic as well and take some pictures to remember the day.

I feel like Félice would send Austin Q a gift for Valentine’s Day to show how much he still cares about him and that he is still there for him. Félice probably got him a heart theme shark and his favorite candy with a note saying that he still loves and cares about him. Quinlan cried for a little while since his brother still cares about him.

Armbuster’s dad, Mathis, video chatted with his son and talked for a while and said sorry to his son for not being there for him and wished he was there for him. Armbruster was touched by that and said that after boarding school, he hopes he and his dad get to spend much more time together really soon. They end the video chat with Austin feeling a bit touched that his dad wants to spend time with him but hasn’t forgiven him yet while Mathis thinks of ways that he and his son could spend time together and heal their relationship.

Romantic Love:

And finally, the only love that only most people seem to feel is the only way to spend Valentine’s Day, romantic love!

Mireille x Aurore x Sabrina:

Okay so I couldn’t decide on Mireille x Sabrina or Mireille x Aurore for this post, so I did both! Because it is better, at least to me. Anyway on to the headcanons! They probably have a Disney movie night with them watching some of their favorite Disney movies and favorite movie snacks at Mireille’s house. Aurore gets them matching necklaces that represent a different weather pattern. Aurore gets a sunny cloud, Mireille a rain cloud, and Sabrina a snow cloud. Mireille makes their handmade cards and gets Sabrina a hand-knitted hat and Aurore a blue vintage camera. And Sabrina makes them a scrapbook and already put some pictures of them together to remember those moments and create more of them in the future. They all love each other's gifts and have a good night with Aurore taking a picture of them watching Sleeping Beauty together.

Simon x Denise:

I feel like Simon and Denise would go stargazing and look at the different constellations while having a picnic together. Denise would infodump about all the different constellations and stars while Simon looks at them with love struck in his eyes. Denise notices that they’re talking for a while and apologizes for it but Simon told them that he likes hearing Denise talk and that Denise shouldn’t apologize for it. Denise was touched by that and kissed Simon and Simon almost melted from it. They enjoyed the night together and watched the stars glimmer on a starry night.

Austin T x Jean:

Austin T and Jean would go to a musical, probably one that is the most available during the holiday, like Wicked or Phantom of the Opera. Then take a nice stroll to Austin T’s house. And when they get there, put on some musical songs and start baking together. They wanted to do that for Valentine’s Day since they love to be playful together and no matter what, as long as they're together it is always a fun time. They ended up making cinnamon sugar palmiers that are pink and red for that valentines theme. They save some for their friends and families. And when kissing each other goodbye for the night since Jean had to go home. It doesn’t mean they still kiss each other in the morning because they’re touch-starved with each other.

Zoé x Cosette:

As for Zoé and Cosette, they have a sleepover at the hotel since it is probably the only place where they won’t be bothered that much. They play some video games, do some charades, have makeovers (mostly with Cosette doing the makeovers to Zoé and Zoé not minding it, at all), do karaoke with their favorite songs, and watch some movies. Before they went to sleep, Cosette wanted to give Zoé something and Zoé was curious. Cosette gave her a wrapped present and when Zoé opened it, it was a buff beige drawstring tote bag that had a blue star flower and violet flower drawing on it. Zoé had tears in their eyes and asked Cosette why. Cosette says that Zoé’s old bag was about to break and wanted to do something about it so it made Zoé a new one. Zoé cries her eyes out but wants to give Cosette her gift. So Zoé got them homemade Lavender Honey and Raspberry macarons in a Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory decorated box. Cosette was overcome with joy and kissed Zoé a bunch of times and Zoé just giggled and hugged her. They ended up cuddling each other to bed with Zoé kissing its forehead before falling asleep.

Marc x Nathaniel:

And finally, Marc and Nath, and what they did for Valentine’s Day. Marc and Nath finished their Valentine's Day comic special and published it on February 14 and it is already being sold to many. Marc has been planning their Valentine’s Day date since January and hopes to make this the best date Nath ever had yet! Nath was also planning their Valentine’s Day and wanted to surprise his rainbow with the best Valentine’s date ever! When they both surprise each other, they are shocked at first but laugh at the fact, they both try to surprise each other with different ideas for their date. They compromise by going on a nice stroll to find André’s ice cream parlor (Marc’s idea) and then go to the Ferris Wheel and go to one of their houses for movie night (Nath’s idea). They walk for a while and just talk about the things they love and enjoy each other’s company before finding Andrés. Marc got raspberry ice cream for Nath’s hair also because raspberry can be a bit sour on the outside sometimes but it is sweet when you go for it a lot more, blueberries ice cream for Nath’s eyes because the time Marc joys hanging out with him, and Sweet potato ice cream for how sweet Nath can be with red, yellow, and blue gumballs on top for Mighty and how fun and creative Nath can be. While Nath got pomegranate ice cream for Marc’s lips and the desire Nath feels when it comes to his and Marc’s relationship, Black Licorice ice cream for Marc’s hair and he is really sweet but can be a bit sour sometimes when you hurt someone close to him, and Pistachio ice cream for Marc’s eyes and how lucky it is that Nath and he met and how happy they are together with some rainbow sprinkles. They love the ice creams they each got and went to Ferris Wheel next. When they both got on it, they felt like they were alone under moonlight casting a light on them. They felt like they were at peace and kissed. When they stop, they just hold each other close and close their eyes because they love spending time together even if it is quiet or loud. When they got off the ride, they went to Marc’s house to watch some movies which ended with them cuddling with each other.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miraculous ocs #zoé lee #marc anciel #nathaniel kurtzberg #ocs #aurore beaureal #jean duparc #mireille caquet #sabrina raincomprix #ms. mendeleiev #the science kids #the austins #valentine's day #romantic love #platonic love #familial love #miraculous headcanon #valentine day headcanons #mireille x aurore x sabrina #Zoé x Cosette #Austin T x Jean #MarcNath #i love this post so much

[kaioken16]

Pain and Subjugation

MallekWeek 2022 Day 1 - Crockertier

Rating T   

Word count: 2508

Character(s): Mallek Adalov, Original/Background characters

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A/N: This first piece was a rather dark-themed one, inspired by elements from Star Wars, specifically the Inquisitors and the torture they experienced. Set in a Canon Divergent AU, in which the Alternian Empire is fighting a Rebellion that Mallek is a part of.

Summary: Mallek is captured and used as a test subject by an imperial scientist for a new form of Her Imperious Condescension ‘crockertier’ to control more unruly trolls.

Darkness.

That’s the first thing you see. It’s the only thing you can see.

At first you thought you were still sleeping. But the pain barely numbed around your eyes, and you unfortunately remember where you are.

The pain, the fear, and anxiety all comes rushing back to the surface of your mind. If you could cry, you would but for two reasons, that wasn’t a possibility.

The first and obvious reason is the surgery done to your eyes has had an effect on them, crying doesn’t seem to occur.

And the second was, you were doing everything in your power not to show emotion, not to cry in front of them. It only serves to fuel the scientist’s cruelty.

You have long heard the distant wails and cries of other captured trolls being experimented, tortured and god knows what else.

Just like every time you awaken, you first attempt to move your limbs but of course their were still tightly restrained. You have been laying on this cold metallic surface for so long that it was warm underneath you at least…

Your still a little disoriented from the all the drugs, the serums and shocks. But you can feel the fabric wrapped tightly around your head, concealing your eyes from everything around you.

The sound of machines beeping, working, the buzzing of one of the light fixtures, and faint bubbling noise of a liquid, most likely one of the many serums that were injected into you.

You flinch! A cold sweat falls from your face as the quiet is broken by the automatic doors swinging opening, and footsteps entering the room.

You unable to control your breathing.

It becomes heavy, to the point that your panting.

Your body was becoming agitated. Almost preparing itself and you for what you already knew was coming…  

A tall troll, dressed in a lab coat, a pair of complex goggles over his eyes, his caste was highlighted by the sign on his ID card, and lining of indigo blue on his pants. He was walking down the long hall, being closely followed by a small red spherical drone, with various attachments and probes sticking out of it, a singular red eye that glows. The scientist was going his notes on a digital clipboard as the pages scroll across the neon screen. Each page that scrolled across was a test subject’s basic info, notes on the experiments they were being used for and other info that was downloaded and stored with each day that passed.

He stops on the page of the subject he was on his way to see for today’s procedure. A ceruleanblood, a rather rare subject to be at this facility as most of the subjects were far lower on the caste or the special exception. But this troll in question had been sent to test a new set of technological controlling implants by order of Her Imperious Condescension. The details were included in the subject’s dossier…

A rebel… A member of ever-growing and rather irritating rebellion that had been growing within the empire over these last few sweeps.

Adalov, was one of the many freedom fighters across Alternia and as well as the other troll-controlled planets in the galaxy. Despite his caste, initially to be a mere spy or information gatherer, he was in fact one of their tech analyst, a hacker who downloaded imperial data and fed it to the many rebel cells, creating viruses and software bugs to hack and even control the frightening drones that served the royal caste and acted as violent enforcers.

A feat that was rarely achieved but this troll had done several times. Turning the most ruthless weapons of the empire against the military forces, and aiding the rebellion. He was an especially annoying insect in the eyes of those who had been sent to capture him, and a thorn in both the Empress and the Heiress’s plans.

But, his luck had run out. During a ambush, Adalov was captured allowing his rebel friends to escape. Of course simply killing him would’ve been easy and almost merciful, a quick death at the hands of the soldiers.

But that was too easy, and too good for him. Her Imperious Condescension had many more gruesome options for this grub…

Handing him over to the highbloods, more precisely the subjugglators. Those chucklefuckers would’ve torn Adalov to pieces, staining the walls or rather ‘decorating’ their chambers with a fresh cerulean hue.

Or perhaps the violentbloods, those pompous astrociatic bastards who would’ve made it into some ridiculous cerminory before it descended into the usual ‘lowblood’ or ‘I’m so superior-bulge groping’ feast. Some public execution to display their power and status above the land-dwelling caste.

Maybe a more poetic death, having stripped of his equipment and gear, and being crushed into a paste on the ground by the very drones he sent his days overriding and turning against the military.

No.

The Empress had decided on something far more intriguing, and far less wasteful. The rebel was sent to the research and development, one of many imperial fortress throughout the galaxy, but it had another name…

Hell

This was the site where the science division of the empire did all their research. Most of the technology was designed here and then manufactured at one of the many factories. There were different branches for different types of experimentations. And this branch in particular was developing a new form of Her Imperious newly developed “Crockertier” tech.

This particular project was to develop a new form of mind control, to completely rob the victim of their free will and make them subservient and loyal to the Empire.

A previous model, known as the ‘Unreal Heiress Thoughtwave Tiaratop’ was one an example of device that Empress had specifically commissioned, but this new one is was to eliminate the weakness of the tiara top, as that could be easily be removed or destroyed freeing the target.

So the scientist had created a sophisticated and cruel device. A microchip that would be painfully implanted in the base of a troll’s brain. Having the same function as the tiara but on a smaller but more powerful scale.

With these new devices, captured rebels, unpatriotic traitors and other potential risks to the Empire would be taken and processed to OBEY.

And Adalov was the first trial subject of a higher caste. As they had performed the process on lowbloods but the surgery proved to be too much for those poor bastards.

A cerulean caste, with natural physic abilities and stronger mental facilities would be a better test subject…

The scientist finally reaches the door to the testing room. Scanning his ID card on the intercom, the light went green and the metallic doors swung open for him. There strapped to the operating table was the rebel spy in question. He had been stripped most of his clothing, his body was bruised and covered with scars and wounds from interrogation, and experiments that he was subjected to.

The indigo troll glances around the room, almost not giving the poor soul on his table no attention whatsoever. In his eyes, he was just another test subject, to be used as a stepping stone to further his research, a successful result would in more funding for his other projects, and win him favour with Empress who had taken a great interest in his work as it further her “Crockertier” products.

“Day no. 24, the surgery was successful. The implement was inserted into subject 124’s brain.” The scientist had begun recording through his drone, creating these interview recordings each day.

“As damaging his body is not ideal. The implant was inserted through his eyes, along with the cybernetics wiring.” He continues, his eyes glancing over to Mallek, the cloth around his eyes were bandages, as he had cut into his face to put the chip inside him.

“It was far more painful…” A sinister smirk spreads from the corner of his mouth. He could’ve easily implanted the chip through the side of his head, and used other less painful methods, but this troll delighted in causing pain. And seeing the usually calm, cool-headed Adalov reduced to this frightened, broken mess was a treat.

“However, despite all of this… The subject has refused to give up crucial intel on his rebel allies. His pain threshold is most impressive for his caste.” The scientist almost seemed annoyed by that fact but despite everything, Mallek had refused to surrender his friends, reveal more serious information regarding the rebel cells.

“But it doesn’t matter. Today is the day in which the new inhibitor will be activated… Soon it won’t matter if you don’t speak, even try and put on a brave facade.” He speaks directly to Mallek now.

“In a matter of hours, you will never defy your Empire against, you will serve the highbloods, and further my research.” He says taking a few steps towards Mallek, the other gritting his teeth, tugging at the restraints around his wrists so hard that were turning blue with bruising.

“So let’s us begin.”

Several months later…

` The setting was a far off Alternian controlled planet, the resources were used to benefit the Empire, and housed a massive drone production factory. Thousands of battle drones were created and shipped off across the galaxy to aid in the mass conquest. The atmosphere was a perpetual rain across the area, so naturally it was always dark and gloomy…

A mission gone wrong.

False information had led a rebel cell on a job to destroy the production factory had led them to be captured by a new line of drones. Bright red like the mutant blood, and far more powerful than the traditional models used on Alternia. Four trolls were on their knees, held captive by the drones, despite their careful planning, and best efforts they had been outmanoeuvred and bested by the imperial agent who sent the drones to ambush them.

`Just then a small aircraft descends upon the factory grounds. The symbol of the Empress’s caste was attached to the side of the vessel, the doors swing open, and pair of imperial guards exit the vessel first, and following them behind was an imperial operative, dressed in light armour, including a helmet with a red visor. His outfit was bright red with white trimming, the shoulder pads and chest plate were a jet black. He scans the area and then towards the captured rebels.

“Is this all of them?” His voice was hidden and robotic, distorted through his helmet, addressing one of his drones, who responds with a series of inaudible noises.

The agent takes a step closer to the captured rebels, their hands cuffed behind their backs. A bronze male, a jade female, a male gold and more surprisingly was a purple male, a very out of place troll among the rebels as they consisted mostly of lowbloods and midbloods, but perhaps this troll simply enjoyed the conflict or had friends that outweighed his loyalty to his caste…

Your eyes examine these four individuals through the red visor of your helmet. They were of no consequence or importance, none of them stood out aside from the purpleblood and he was just muscle by the looks of it. And your elite drones had severely injured him as he must’ve been the most cruical threat.

But it didn’t matter now. Their feeble attempt to stop the production plant had failed. You calculated every move this cell made after hacking into their systems and spying on them for last few weeks.

You knew every move they were gonna make, and planned for each step.

It was all futile in the end…

You have no interest in these trolls personally but you had a job to do.

Extract information for them.

Choose one suitable subject to be processed and eliminate the rest.

“Take him onboard.” He points to the purpleblood and the drones roughly pull him up to his feet and drag onto the ship as he snarls, screams and protests knowing what was going to happen to his friends without his protection.

The agent reaches for a weapon holstered to his hip, the device was a red arrowhead-tipped tuning fork like, as he pushes down on a button on the side the arrowhead charges with electrical energy. Holding it tightly in one hand, with his other hand he removes the helmet concealing his face, a small hiss noise slips out, as his helmet disconnects from his head revealing Mallek’s face!

His skin was paler, his eyes were black and his pupils were a disturbingly red, techno lines were spread across across his left side, starting from eye and moving outward, with a faint scar was over the eye. A devilish grin spreads across his face, as he charges his weapon ready to dispose of the leftovers. Just then one of trolls stared at him, their face slowly expresses with confusion, shock, disbelief.

“M-Mallek?” He utters out a single word, and Mallek pauses for a moment, as if that name sounded so familiar to him, his eyes narrowing at the troll who addressed him by the name he had forgotten.

Before he could ask what he was taking about, immediately he feels a throbbing pain on the side of his head, and static zaps from the cybernetic attachment on his face, as if he was short-circuiting. He grits his teeth in pain for moment, his programming begins to repeat the directive in his head, silencing this curiosity about his lost name…

NO MERCY!

SUBMIT!

OBEY!!!!

“I-is it really you?”

OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!

“But it can’t be?”

OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!

“But… Y-you’re suppose to be dead..?

“OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!

FOLLOW THE DIRECTIVE!

OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!

“Why are y-you with the empire?!”

OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!

“Mallek?!”

OBEY!!OBEY!!OBEY!!

Mallek’s pained expression becomes neutral, a silent glare on his face as the voice of the troll addressing becomes mute, his vision is distorted with coding and words, and just the outline of the three trolls knelt before him. He raises his hand and with no hesitation…

He strikes three times.

Three bodies fall to his feet.

Snapping out of his trance, he stared at the body of the troll who identified him before turning around and walking back to ship, but not before ordering his drones to clean up the mess, and dispose of the bodies. The purpleblood had been restrained in a holding cell, and he would bring him for questioning, and then just like Mallek, this poor troll would be modified and programmed like him to be used as enforcer against his rebel friends.

And to further the cruelty, like Mallek, deep down within the programming, codes, he would aware of his ruthless actions, every atrocity he would commit against his will would be in full view of his consciousness and he would be powerless to stop himself.

The crockertech was a success!

#MallekWeek2022 #my writing #Mallek Adalov #mallekweek #hiveswap #fanfiction #fanfic #angst #dark elements #canon divergent au #I am very behind on posting these here on tumblr #thought of doing something darker with the crockertier concept #Mallek becoming a brainwashed slave and being made to hunt down his friends is a special kind of angst #hiveswap fanfic #mallek week 2022

[advernia]

starter tapestry || 3 sentences: ruggie bucchi + memories of home.

It's a patchwork to behold, the last piece in the basket to go up the clothesline: for instance, on one end there's a spread of cotton then on the other there's linen, a splash of orange on the center then suddenly hints of brown and red on the edges, polka dots lonely on a corner but pinstripes scattered here and there. The stitches holding every piece of cloth together had the assorted nature to them, too: they ran, crossed, locked; formed whips and slips, chains and stems. Though as odd as the whole thing looked, Ruggie picks it up with a warm grin and gentle hands, spreading the flower-scented bedsheet out and hanging it on the line with care; a kind of care that was reserved only for the few items he could proudly call his own.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ruggie bucchi #3sen #inspired from his lab coat card??? definitely #also from his backstory... you cannot convince me that his grandma + neighborhood kids did not give him some parting gift... #though reading said card i've been wondering why ruggie does laundry manually instead of using magic #maybe using magic spends more of his energy than he'd like??? i mean yeah hurrah for convenience but #as a practical person i'd think ruggie would find more value in spending that energy elsewhere #depending on the task physical labor doesn't affect his stamina much but magic... #since he's still technically learning maybe his control is a work in progress #lol that's all hypothetical but alternatively: ruggie's way too used to doing things by himself that he forgets he can do magic lmao

[pet-pet-peet]

I was reading the Twst manga and they made a brief mention in a chapter about Leona and Epel that Leona is soft for the cute, quiet types...sooo....reader inspired by the teapot mouse from Alice in Wonderland (gentle, typically sleepy, but easily frightened)

I also added Lilia because I’m a simp for peepaw

Tw: slight description/mention of fear

Pairing(s): Leona, Lilia x gn reader that's like the Alice in Wonderland teapot mouse (separate)

He’s so soft for you

His instinct to protect you can knock him out of a dead sleep if necessary, no joke, it’s so cute

Loves to take naps with you, since you get sleepy when you’re relaxed

Both of you like the botanical garden, since it’s nice and warm

You’re just as hard to wake up as he is, facts

If you start getting panicked he gets uber-protective, defense level 10,000

Someone scared you? He found dinner

There’s a particular way he gets sometimes, and it’s always when you visit him in his dorm

He acts tough and gruff, but if one of the dorm members hurt you he’d genuinely be pissed

You make his emotions skyrocket, but also get him to be the most calm he’s ever been it’s amazing (bringing out the most)

He loves when you want to fall asleep around him

If he’s feeling sweet he lets you rest on his lap, brushing his hands over your head as he hums or speaks gently

If he’s not, don’t..don’t fall asleep around him

He’ll wait until you brink REM and then scare you awake

It feels like those dreams about falling where your body jolts up

He knows how far he can and can’t take things, so he can startle you but not scare you too bad

He learned them the hard way, unfortunately for you, with trial and error, so the beginning of your relationship is a bit rocky

If he finds out someone else scared you, he prioritizes calming you down

If it keeps happening from the same person, he’s gonna have to kindly ask them not to anymore ^^

He’s still same ol’ Lilia, but he loves to have you around; it makes life at NRC much more entertaining~

*All Images are official art from Twisted Wonderland and do not belong to me. They are the Lab Coat Groovy card art

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #leona kingscholar #leona #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #twst fluff

[esrah-rah-rasputin]

Inspired by this post by @tefmiles about punk, roller skater Carlos

[ID: a collection of three digital drawings, all with Carlos the Scientist, and one with Esteban, colored in light yellows, pinks, and purples, with a darker green background. Carlos is a middle aged Latino man of medium build with curly long hair, a full beard with two greying stripes on either side of his chin, and various piercings on his eyebrows, nose, lips, and ears. He has notably hairy forearms, and wears square glasses. Esteban is a Latino four year old with short hair, and who looks a little like Carlos.

The first drawing has a yellow base, and depicts Carlos walking with a large fabric briefcase with a plaid pattern, and wearing hand and knee guards for rollerblades. He has his hair tied back in a ponytail with a scrunchy, and is wearing a flannel shirt, a plain t shirt underneath, and jeans. He has a focused expression, and one hand is wrapped around the shoulder strap of his bag. There is an arrow pointing at it that says: has coat and other stuff. There are various patches on the bag, mostly around the corners, and include: 1) a patch that says: deprivatize science - it belongs to all of us, 2) a three arrow antifascist circle patch, 3) a cloud shaped patch with the message: fight misinformation, and an arrow pointing at it from outside the drawing indicating that this is a new patch, 4) a flower pot with flowers in the colors of the trans flag, with the message: protect trans kids, 5) a planet shaped patch that says: science is not binary, and lastly, 6) a pink triangle patch.

The second drawing has a pink base, and depicts Carlos repairing the burned hem of a lab coat, using a ribbon sewed into the coat as the base for a hem, and creating new fabric from scratch with thread in the missing spots. There is another patch that is half obscured, that was done previously, and says: -olition now. He looks focused, and has his hair in a loose bun using a scrunchy, and is wearing a pair of ear defenders on with a neurodivergent pride infinity sign on one of the sides, and a t shirt with a square slogan that says: support your local library. This shirt has an arrow pointing at it saying: doesn’t wear out of the house in Night Vale lol.

The third drawing has a purple base, and is of Carlos and Esteban, probably looking into a mirror. They are at the same level, and Esteban’s short hair is done up in a mohawk. He is smiling and loosely flapping one hand excitedly, and Carlos is grinning and laughing next to him. Esteban is wearing a dark shirt with light zigzag stripes. Carlos’s hair is half done up, and he is wearing a black tank top. There is a yellow heart between them, and pink accent marks next to Esteban’s head. /End ID]

Plus another design on a shirt which I think he’d wear, at least before going to Night Vale lol (not my art, I’ve had this in my photo album for a while and I can’t remember where I saved it from)

[ID: a drawing of a skeleton wearing a cloak and playing an acoustic guitar, drawn in black, white, and blue. There is a caption on the top and bottom in bold white letters which says: HAVING A LIBRARY CARD FUCKIN RULES / LIBRARIES KICK ASS. /End ID]

#wowie that was a long description but it was worth it #my art #wtnv fanart #Carlos the scientist #wtnv #Esteban palmer #I realize I made both his shirt and bag plaid but what can I say he probably likes plaid or something #plus it’s not like that doesn’t sometimes happen to everyone

[popopretty]

Storm Bringer Spoilers (2)

I translated another part from the novel to give a bit more insights on Dazai’s scheme this time. This time from the perspective of Adam, the AI inspector. Even though it may sound contradictory to what Dazai told Verlaine before, I personally think that they were not all lies, which is kinda sad and terrifying at the same time. 

Feel free to re-translate it if you want. Just note that I am not 100% confident with my translation and some of the meanings might be lost through bridge-translation. 

[CODE;03] 

....

A rain of bullets flew towards me. I opened the shock-resistant shield from my forearm. This shield is like an umbrella. It is coated by a superalloy that is resistant to heat and shock. It can ward off most small-scale mass attacks. It is a custom-made product that was designed to withstand the high energy of Arahabaki. All the full metal jacket bullet slid through the surface of the shield and landed behind me. Three shots didn’t slide but stopped when touching the surface, peeling off the alloy surface with their kinetic energy. But the damage was minor.

I leapt with my shield still raising. I stepped on the soldiers’ rifles and did a double leap. Upon landing at the wall behind them, I bounced back and hit them from the back. It was a light attack that can break some ribs, I knew it from the sensor. First one down. While I was still above the soldiers, I bent my leg like a sickle and swept the legs of another one, knocking him off the ground. When he fell down, I injected him with a dose of medicine from the needle on my finger. That made two.

However, while I was busy suppressing these two soldiers, the other one had more than enough time to raise their guns. Three of them were aiming at me. My hands were both on the floor and bearing my body weight, I couldn’t raise my shield. I did a high-speed search for a countermeasure. None of them would make it in time. 

I ended up not needing a countermeasure. 

The soldiers spasmed with the sound from an electric shock and dropped their guns. After a few seconds of agony, they lost their strength and collapsed.

I didn’t do anything. 

Behind the soldiers, from the corridor on the other side of the door, I saw the savior who saved my day. That was someone I really didn’t expect.

“How boring.”, that person said as he lowered his Taser gun. “You use electric to knock down people, but all they do is to collapse. Boring.”

“You are... Port Mafia’s...”

Dazai Osamu.

The person who brought Chuuya-sama to the Port Mafia. 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Inspector. Where is Chuuya?”

The boy of the same age as Chuuya-sama asked me, as he threw off the Taser gun. 

“Chuuya-sama is...”

“Well, based on the time, has he been caught? Or is it about time he was rescued?” Dazai-san walked over the unconscious soldiers and came towards me. “If that’s the case then it’s not fun at all. I couldn’t see Chuuya weeping when he was tortured.”

“Tortured? Chuuya-sama?”

So Chuuya-sama was captured and tortured? It’s possible. But how can this boy know all of that? Why is he here in the first place? If I remember correctly, Dazai-san is the nullification ability user, the trump card against Verlaine. And I am pretty sure we tried to contact him because of that but couldn’t get through at all. So why is he here, right now?

“You will ask me why I came. I will answer, “Because it is a part of the plan.”. You will ask me what the plan is. And I will answer, “Everything. From the beginning to the end, I have this whole Verlaine incident in the palm of my hand. And then you will ask what I mean by that.”

In order to understand what Dazai-san said, I analyzed the information with high priority by my processor. However, Dazai-san’s thinking was even faster than that. I had to give it my best just to catch up with him.

“I will then say, everything literally means everything. All Verlaine’s targets, including the detective and the researcher, were decided based on the information that I gave him. It means his assassination planning procedure is also my procedure. Now you will ask me, “Why did you do such a thing?”” 

That’s it. That’s exactly what I want to know. What Dazai-san said just now strongly suggested that he had joined hands with Verlaine. There is a high possibility that he was the one who pulled the strings behind the death of the detective, and Chuuya-sama’s current serious situation. In another word, betrayal. Depending on his response, it might become another battle here. 

However, Dazai-san’s final answer was far beyond my expectation. 

“To buy time, before Verlaine could get to his final target. His final target is Port Mafia’s Boss, Mori Ougai. Mori san was supposed to be the first in his list, but thanks to me handing him the list, he has been changed to the last one. Thanks to the time I have bought, I am almost done with a plan to reverse-assassinate him. But before that, I have one last thing to finish.”, Dazai-san said with a smile as he reached out his hand and helped me get up. 

Then he stared into the middle of nowhere, and said with the eyes of a wizard who could see through everything, “Chuuya will kill N at this rate. Then he will cease to be human. But I want to see Chuuya suffering as a human. So I’m going to stop him.”

***

The alarm went off as if the disaster that will destroy the world has finally come. The emergency lights went red and the scene of the facility changed completely. It is like we were inside a monster’s stomach. The wireless feeds were released to all the general staff and the warnings were being called repeatedly on all lines.  

Intruders in the Lab area. The internal information staff are to dispose of the prescribed materials and leave the premise immediately. The operation staff are to be ready for action with first-class equipment. This is not a drill. This is not a drill.

I continued my work, while removing the noisy warnings from my hearing options. We pushed the unconscious Shirase-san into the equipment storage room. I closed the door and applied the electric lock.

“I have changed the lock here into the time-varying encryption type. That way, Shirase-san will be safe for a while.”

“Thank you. Next is Chuuya.”, Dazai-san said so then walked away as if he didn’t care about Shirase-san at all.

“Please wait, Dazai-san.”, I called out to him. “About Chuuya-sama, you just said “as a human being”? Do you know if Chuuya-sama is a human or not?”

I somehow had a strange expectation that a person like him would know the truth. I didn’t have any reasons, but I felt that. It’s human’s arrogance to think that intuition and inspiration do not exist for us machines. If it’s something humans can do, then I can do it too. 

“I don’t know.”, Dazai-san said simply. But his eyes slightly narrowed like he was having some deep thoughts. “Both N and Verlained said that Chuuya was not human. But I think there is more than that. Because I have read this notebook, this Rimbaud’s Memoir. To some extents, the incidents this time all started from this memoir.”, Dazai-san said, taking out an old leather-bound notebook from his pocket.

Rimbaud’s Memoir!

I quickly scanned the notebook that Dazai-san had. This might be the real thing. This might be. Rimbaud’s Memoir is a kind of journal that the dead spy Rimbaud kept in secret before his mission. It contains information related to the spy missions during the Great War, so even though there were rumors about it, there was no information that it has ever been found. 

“Just what have you done to get your hand on that?”

“You can try to ask, but I will just tell you lies anyway. Because I am a liar.”

A mysterious smile appeared on Dazai-san’s face. I ran him through my lie detector sensors but there was no responses. His vital signs are almost the same as of a sleeping person. The output data is too normal for such a condition. This is not normal. Just who in the world is this boy?

“We do not really have time to hold a tea party and chat here. We have to find Chuuya first.”, Dazai-san scratched the back of his neck and said with a dim voice. 

“How can we find him?”

“Finding Chuuya is always easy.”, Dazai-san smiled as if he already saw through everything. “We just look in the direction with the loudest noise.” 

....

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #storm bringer #spoilers #bsd spoilers #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #adam frankenstein

[yui-kuromori]

Mafia AU aesthetics

Based on this AU I wrote.

Because Hatter is extra like that, he likes to keep a very specific wonderland aesthetic for his group, and works hard to keep it while fitting their own personal tastes.

Danma Takeru – Mad Hatter - Hatter goes all out. He has this colorful, patchwork trench coat he wears all the time and multiple color lenses sunglasses he changes every day. From time to time he’ll wear an actual top hat. He sometimes uses temporary hair dye to get some colorful streaks. When he does have to wear formal clothing, it’s a brightly colored suit. The only other outfit he owns are psychedelic boxers and silk robes. It’s not unusual to see him walking around half naked in the gang’s hideout. He has typical yakuza tattoos mixed with bright, watercolor abstract tattoos from his arms, to his shoulders to his chest. Every member has a specific piece of jewelry and his is his “boss” ring.

Aguni Morizono – Bandersnatch - Listen. Aguni doesn’t like to dress up. He owns five black tank tops he wears in rotation, no matter the weather. He does have the Bandersnatch tattooed on his left shoulder blade. He will sometimes wear fuzzy socks that imitate the beast’s pattern. He also has an apron with it printed on him, that has mysterious stains that no one has the guts to question. His custom piece of jewelry his a thin chain with a claw charm that he wears under his shirt.

Chishiya Shuntaro – Cheshire - Chishiya is surprisingly open to Hatter’s antics. Because his work is mostly going undercover, he can’t have anything that’s too flashy. He has Cheshire Cat smiles embroidered on the edges of all his hoodies. He has very minimal, single line tattoos behind his ears, and Niragi’s been talking him into getting his neck covered. I feel like he’d have custom stamped sneakers and a cat eared hoodie. Smudgy eyeliner, always. His jewelry is a simple hoop earring with a smile engraved on it.

Kuina Hikari – Caterpillar or Absolem - Kuina is a fashion queen. She takes one look at the movie’s caterpillar and goes with the blue color pallet for most of her outfits. Butterflies, butterflies everywhere, in her tops, in her bras, even in her makeup, with butterfly shaped glitter around her eyes. She has a puffy jacket that imitates the caterpillar’s body. She has butterflies tattooed on her upper arm and shoulder and the trans flag on her ankle. Her piece of jewelry is a cocoon shaped charm that she hangs on her hair.

Niragi Suguru – March Hare - This man’s fashion sense is a mess, crazy shirts, colors and tight pants. His guns are all engraved with hares and hare ears. He has this blood red coat inspired by the animated movie that Hatter gave him. He has patchwork tattoos all over his body. His piece of jewelry is surprisingly simple, his tongue piercing that Aguni did when he first joined the gang. That’s why he’s always so proud to show it.

Samura Takatora (Last Boss) – Jabberwocky - Scales, scales everywhere. On the hilt of his sword, on the leather of his vest, on the soles of his shoes. His tattoos are very obvious, so when he’s on civilian duty, he actually has to cover them up with makeup. He looks so different that he can easily slip by police. His piece of jewelry is a dragon shaped ear cuff.

Ann Rizuna – White Queen - Pristine white suits and shirts and blood red lips. Her iconic white lab coat gave her her codename. Her sunglasses have little crowns on the frames. She has the human skeleton tattooed from her shoulders, across her chest and stomach to her hips. Her scalpels and tools are all engraved with icons representing the other members and she’s named them after them (a small sharp one named Arisu, a loud bone saw named Last boss). Her piece of jewelry is actually her sunglasses, that are way more expensive than anyone would guess.

Kodai Tatta – Dormouse or Arganaz - His cap has little a little mouse embroidered on the flap and he’ll often wear a loose purple bow tie around his neck. He has mouse keychains and teacups painted on his sneakers and coats. He wears a lot of jeans and T-shirts and he lets Hatter and Arisu paint whatever they want on them. He has a needle thin small knife he barely uses, that is covered in Ann’s special brand of poison. His tattoos are small and scattered. Spirited away smooth spirits on his wrist, starts behind his ears. His piece of jewelry is a small Dormouse ring he wears on his pinky finger.

Usagi Yuzuha – White Rabbit - She has rabbits everywhere! Surprisingly cutesy stuff too! On her peach hoodie, on her tank tops and gym shorts. She has a soft pink bunny stamped baseball bat that definitely became red once or twice. Hatter tried to get her to wear bunny ears, but failed after one glare from her. Kuina does her nails every week, and it’s their cute little moment. She gets sparkly sailor moon inspired stuff. She has cherry blossoms tattooed on her back and a letter from her father on her forearm. She also has a quote from Alice in Wonderland on her wrist that matches Arisu’s. Her piece of jewelry are customized brass knuckles Aguni got her and a pocket watch from hatter.

Arisu Ryohei - Alice - Pastel blues, white and red. A lot of trump card inspired accessories. He wears a lot of T-shirts and he has graphic stamps for every character from the books. His computer has Alice’s silhouette on the back of it. He’s got a pastel blue hoodie that he may have or may have not stolen from Chishiya. He has flowers tattooed covering up his top surgery scars, a minimal homage to “Pong” (first videogame ever) in one ankle, and a small wolf on the other (Shibuki, Karube and Chouta all have sheep. It’s an inside joke no one ever figured out), and an Alice in wonderland quote that matches Usagi’s. His piece of jewelry is a bracelet with the trump suits charms.

Extra: sometimes, when he’s working, he’ll get into the zone and not notice what’s around him, and Kuina will jokingly put Usagi’s bunny ears on him. He’ll just spend hours working and walking around with them on, not understanding the weird looks he’s getting.

#au #alice in borderland #ima wa no kuni no alice #arisu ryohei #usagi yuzuha #chishiya shuntaro #hikari kuina #niragi suguru #danma takeru #morizono aguni #last boss #ann rizuna #tatta kodai #karube daikichi #saori shibuki #chota aib #trans arisu #arisu x chishiya #hatter x aguni #tattoos

[lachimolala-is-love-and-life]

The Strange Case of Kim Taehyung and V 💀💖💦

Chapter thirteen (last chapter) >

Genre: Horror!Au, Historical!Au, Yandere!Au, Angst, Romance, Smut, Death themes, Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Words: 856

Summary: Seoul, South Korea. During a night a man deliberately tramples a child, not caring about her cries. Chased by a passerby, the demonic V agrees to compensate her with money: but the cheque he produces has the signature of the distinguished Taehyung, a doctor esteemed by many. It is the beginning of Taehyung’s fall into a vortex of oddities: he isolates himself, seems tormented by violent anguish, and above all provides V - who inspires instinctive horror, and who is accused of disgusting crimes - not only money, but also protection in his home. What dark covenant can unite such different personalities?

(Plot inspirated by “The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” by Robert Louis Stevenson with some differents. But i wanna give him credits to write this wonderful book. I really love this story and it’s one of my favorite book. Hope to honor this wonderful writer)

CHAPTER TWELVE

The room was a complete mess. Broken test tubes and pieces of glass scattered around the floor. Mysterious inverted mixtures that stained walls and tables... a shattered mirror. Probably Tae or V had thrown something on it... or someone...

But the real question was... what happened to Taehyung? It seemed that there was no nothingness of him or of his presence, but only the corpse of V...he wore his usual elegant clothes but another piece of clothing to found on him, a lab coat... What the hell happened in this room the last two months?

"We look around for Jimin... there will be something that will lead us to Taehyung... at least I hope so..." Jimin was still in shock. He had always been under this roof with Tae and unknowingly with V and he did nothing, he couldn’t do anything... What if Taehyung actually disappeared after he killed V?

"Jimin...." He looked at me but immediately after he whispered a weak "OK" to me and so we started to inspect the room in search of something actually useful. I approached a table with a dusty lamp. There was a book of devotions. Tae loved to read it...but as soon as she opened it I noticed that some blasphemous and messy phrases had been written inside it. It seems that Tae... that V made him do it? Jimin approached and read the inscriptions, "It must have been that bastard V! my master was too devoted to write such abominations!" I closed the book and resumed my research, but what immediately attracted me was the mirror. If only he could talk and tell us what had happened... but why is a full-length mirror in his lab? Doesn’t it make sense...

"Jimin... do you know why Tae could have such a big mirror here?" Jimin shook his head "I don’t k now but I always wondered... but the glass has broken and some pieces are scattered on the floor..."

"... and it does not seem that they have been moved or used as a weapon..." We resumed the inspection. After aessermi approached some leaves scattered on the ground, I noticed a strange ledge. I moved the cards until a broken key was revealed. But by the way it is now divided into two pieces... seems to have been broken on purpose...

"Do you recognize this key, Jimin?" the butler came up again and his expression lit up "I recognize it! It’s the key to the back wing that leads directly to the master’s lab. It belonged to V...he handed it to him the master himself from what he had told me. Who knows why it was broken..."

"I wonder too..." and once again we continued to inspect the room. We went on for at least 20 minutes until Jimin’s voice called me "Y/N There’s a sealed envelope here and your name on it!" He handed it to me and I opened it immediately. There were several sheets with what would appear to be records. I started to read one... but...

"JIMIN! WHY IS  TAE’S WILL HERE?"

"His will?" he also seemed more confused than me. He probably didn’t know anything at all.

"Look... it’s definitely his signature! Let me read it... In the case of death of Kim Taehyung, all his belongings..."

Tae...

"Y/n? What? Why did you stop reading? Let me see what it says!" and he ripped the document out of my hands and read it out loud again "...will all his possessions be transferred to...Choi Y/n? To you?"

I was shocked. When Taehyug had put his hand to the will, changing the name of his heir? I was his heir... He was leaving me everything he owned... My name was put in place of that of V...Was that one of the reasons that infuriated V and probably attacked Tae? After all, from what I was told, V had clearly threatened to enter his name as heir...

"There is another card here..." and he gave it to me. I was even more strange. The date...the date at the top of the ticket is today. That Tae was really here until this morning? It seems impossible that someone could have killed a person planning everything accurately in such a short time... Tae must be alive... force. He will have escaped" Jimin... do you know if there could be reasons that led Taehyung to escape?"

Jimin shook his head by denying it all "No. There was no reason as far as I knew. Then if the reason was because of him..." Pointing to V’s body, "I don’t know what’s extra".

I watched V’s lifeless body. He couldn’t have killed himself. Petty people like him live on purpose to hurt others and not themselves.

"We must be careful. Otherwise we could involve your master in a terrible accident..."

"You are right... but what’s on the note with today’s date?"

"Well... .Mhmmm. Let me take it home and analyze it properly. I have to read it all carefully. If Taehyung were to be found... We must try to help him in any way... Let me go home to study these papers. I will try to return in a few hours. Then we’ll call the police, all right?"

"Alright..."

#bts #bts fanfic #bts yandere #bts yandere!au #bts horror #bts horror!au #bts horror au #bts historical au #bts historical #bts killer #yandere #yandere taehyung #taehyung #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #tae #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #v #v x reader #v x you #v x y/n #bts the strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #the strange case of doctor Jekyll and mr. Hyde #jekyll and hyde #bts jekyll and hyde #bts romance #bts smut #bts angst

[slashbitch2]

Extra Complications PT3

Previous Chapter

"Don't bother coming back into work tomorrow."

Her words had been replaying in your mind since the final encounter, bouncing round like a taunting echo. It'd only been a week since you'd stopped working at Alchemex, yet had felt like a lifetime of boredom and fatigue. With no job or persistent villain to chase after, if you could even call Liv a villain anymore, there was no reason to get out of bed in the morning, nothing to stop you from moping around your apartment. The days blended into what felt like one long sick day, disregarding the occasional break to rescue a cat stuck in a tree.

Although, your only sickness was of the mind. Whenever you attempted to get some rest, your thoughts would inevitably drift to Liv; the cold, distanced tone to her voice, the look of betrayal in her eyes, how empty the week had felt without her. By the third night plagued with insomnia, you were starting to accept that your feelings towards her may be more than a simple crush. On the eighth night, you decided you ought to do something about it and began to formulate a plan.

Entering the building like you were still an employee would be almost impossible since anyone who left their job was rarely welcomed back with open arms. It'd also be better to avoid the security and CCTV cameras, which you'd learnt used face recognition technology. And finally, locating a security card would pose a potential problem, as walking round the facility until you happened to stumble across a janitor to steal from was unfortunately no longer a possibility. So, what was the solution to all your problems? Vents.

Which is how you found yourself scouring over blueprints like a cliched protagonist from a bygone age movie, but at least the irony hadn't escaped you, and thankfully laboratories generally required a great deal of ventilation, so you had multiple routes memorised by the time the bus had arrived at Alchemex. You'd spent the entire journey on edge, fearful that any fellow passenger might accost you for looking so suspicious. But apparently an agitated figure buried beneath a pile of blueprints wearing a spider-suit underneath a jumper was normal enough to be ignored.

Nonetheless, stepping onto the concrete ground of the car park was a relief which inspired a tad more optimism. Moreover, leaving the burdening stacks of blueprints behind further alleviated some of your anxiety. It felt like a final confirmation that this was your one and only chance, and you weren't about to mess it up. Even as the building loomed over you casting a shadow of uncertainty, nothing could discourage your determination.

There was the remarkable sense that you didn't belong here, though it was a familiar sensation. One that persuaded you to tug the mask over your head before darting toward the edge of the car park. It was your belief that as long as you stuck to the outskirts of the facility, few would pay you any attention while you were out in the open. Therefore allowing you to manoeuvre into position and take the quickest passage straight to Liv's office. Which is exactly what you did.

The first stretch of the vent system was a straight drop, a narrow plunge that went on for longer than anticipated. Like a slide with no angle of inclination and a lot less fun. You hit the metal base with an ungraceful clang, certain that your legs would've buckled upon impact had it not been for the lack of space to do so. Overall an uncomfortable start. The remainder of the journey was a lot of crawling and muscle cramps, your only incentive being the occasional grate to peer down which reassured you that your destination was drawing nearer. Everything was going to plan.

Until you heard her.

Olivia's voice rung clear as if from a dream. It stood out from the general ruckus, initially leading you to believe you were hallucinating, that it was some kind of audible mirage. Yet you refocused your senses and it didn't go away. She was almost directly below you, separated simply by a thin layer of metal. With renewed ambition, you crawled toward the nearest grate as quickly and quietly as possible, frantically lowering your head to find the perfect angle, all just to catch a glimpse of her.

"What do you mean the program hasn't worked?" Liv pinched the bridge of her nose, her words laced with an an uncharacteristic anger. You'd never known her to be an irritable person, she loved her job and every challenge that came with it. Was she uptight? Sure. Passionate? Undeniably. But never angry.

"I've tried rerunning and rewriting parts of the code. And it just doesn't work!" Some poor employee (Mark, if you remembered correctly) was fighting for his dignity below. You could see he was flushing, wildly flailing his hands around as he tried to justify his mistake.

"You've rewritten part of it?!" She repeated, volume rising in frustration.

"I- I thought I knew how to fix it."

"I told you not to mess with my work." She growled, stepping closer.

"With all due respect," He didn't back down, clearly caught off guard and unsure how to deal with an irritated Liv. "it's actually Y/N's work."

Upon hearing your name, you ducked out of view as if you'd been seen. Although, it was evident that this was not the case, so slowly you edged forward to peer down at them once more.

Liv's face had dropped at the mention of your name. But by the time you'd settled back in place, anger was already seeping into her expression, then was suddenly smoothed into disturbingly sweet smile. "Well, Y/N isn't here anymore. So I suggest you keep your incompetent hands off of things you don't understand."

Judging by her vague wording, you guessed she hadn't told anyone the real reason you'd been fired. A fond appreciation flooded your mind. Despite everything that had happened, she still respected your secret enough to keep it. You begun to consider that maybe Liv cared about you as much as you did her. Why else would she lie on your behalf?

Mark muttered an ashamed. "Ok." Then left to try and atone for his mistake.

Liv stayed where she was for another minute before taking a deep breath, shaking off her annoyance, and setting a determined path. You assumed she was heading for her office and were about to follow, but then paused. Was this really the best time for a reunion? She obviously wasn't in the best mood, and if you had to guess, it was likely due to your betrayal. Was it too soon to reappear in her life? You'd arrived here with the intention to apologise and make amends, however, you had no idea how Liv would react or what would happen after. If there would even be an after. She could attack you on first sight for all you knew.

No. You'd come too far to turn around now. You continued along the vent before you could overthink the decision. It would be foolish to turn around now: the end was in sight, and rapidly growing closer.

Reaching the final grate, you were greeted with the familiar yet new aerial view of Liv's office. It'd remained mainly the same since your departure. She hadn't even bothered to remove your lab coat, which was still carelessly thrown over the chair you'd frequented everyday. And Liv herself hadn't changed much either, disregarding the seemingly permanent anger lines upon her face. She was sitting at her desk, head in hand, mindlessly flipping through a folder. It occurred to you at that moment that she didn't look irritated, rather sad. Another unexpected emotion for her to display.

After a minute, she sighed, tossing the papers to one side and bringing her other hand up to crash forward into. She looked defeated, seeing her this way felt wrong. You honestly preferred the anger because it showed she'd maintained at least some of her usual intensity.

You sighed. It was time to fix this. With unsteady hands you delicately unscrewed the bolts holding the grate in place, careful to make as little noise as possible. It was as you were removing the final screw that you realised something: you had no idea what to say to her. No planned speech or prepared apology, you'd resigned to hoping for a spontaneous burst of thoughtfulness in the moment. You sat there for a minute, fidgeting with one of the screws while attempting to come up with what you would say. Should you start by apologising for breaking in, or for lying to her, or for applying to the job in the first place? You had a lot of things to apologise for.

And unfortunately, the chance to think it through any further was taken from you as the screw slipped out of your hand. You gasped watching it fall, hitting the ground with an faint thud. Although quiet enough for most people to ignore, you knew Liv was too thorough to not investigate. And as expected, following your sharp intake of breath was the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, then footsteps gradually approaching.

Liv appeared below you, bending down to inspect the screw before glancing up. Her eyes locked with yours through the mask and widened in shock.

"Hey." The casual tone to your voice sounded forced and you grimaced. But rather than dwelling on it, you dropped from the exposed hiding place and pulled off your mask. You smiled awkwardly, eyes scanning and overanalysing her reaction.

Liv stepped back to lean on the desk for support. Her mouth was agape, but otherwise her face was worryingly blank.

"If this is a bad time I can come back later."

Still no response. The room was drowning in a tense silence.

"Well, actually I probably can't come back." With no social cues to interact with, you began to ramble aimlessly. "I'm guessing you'll find a way to patch that particular security breach." You gestured up to the gap in the ceiling and laughed lightly. "Sorry about that. I didn't know how else to-"

You're cut off as Liv moves impossibly fast, grabbing your shoulders and shoving you backwards against the wall. A thousand different thoughts run through your mind at once, all wondering what she's about to do. The majority are focused on the possibility that she's going to hurt you in some way, although, even if she did have the intention to cause harm, you wouldn't fight back. You were tired of conflict, especially when it involved Liv.

She was standing close, breathing heavily and saying nothing. You couldn't help but let your eyes flicker down to her lips, the temptation to kiss her becoming increasingly vehement. So instead you forced your attention up to her eyes, which held an air of confusion.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was deep, full of unvoiced emotions.

You licked your lips, glancing at her mouth one last time. "I came here to apologise. I didn't mean for any of this to go so far."

"You're lying." She backed away slightly and you immediately missed the proximity.

"I'm not! I just-" You stuttered, then admitted in a quieter voice. "I never meant to hurt you."

She inhaled shakily and swallowed, your eyes tracing the movement of her throat. "And?"

"And because I care about you too much to let you think I did any of this on purpose." You lowered your head, her invasive glare becoming overwhelming.

Soft fingers firmly gripped your chin, compelling you to look up. Her eyes displayed distrust, confusion which you suddenly feel the need to wipe away. You wanted to make your affection for her clear, but found yourself annoyingly speechless. All the recurring thoughts and confined confessions that had been plaguing you for a week suddenly gone from your mind. You were infuriatingly at a loss for words. Although, the warmth of her fingers against your skin reminded you that actions speak louder than words.

You leant in slowly, giving her sufficient time to stop you. She didn't move so you kissed her lightly at first, searingly next. Your arm shifted to wrap around her back tentatively and she moaned faintly in response. Although, it wasn't until you allowed her to take control that any remaining anger dissipated. At that point the kiss became bruising, her hold on you tightening as a wave of shared desperation rolled over the both of you. Before the desperation could reach its peak, however, you separated from her.

Liv was almost panting, her cheeks tinged pink and hair a mess. She promptly attempted to kiss you again, though you dodged the advance and she whined. Her mouth latched onto your neck, sucking at the skin there.

Your head fell back against the wall, dizzy from lust. "Does this mean I can have my job back?" You quipped, running a hand through your hair.

"Depends." She murmured in between kisses. "Do you have anymore secrets?"

"None that I can think of." You smiled, the prospect of returning to what you'd come to consider as normality was an appealing one. Of course there were things you would need to work through with Liv, and many, many extra complications alongside having a relationship with your boss. But nothing easy was ever worthwhile, and Liv was living proof of that.

"Alright. You're hired."

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