#is what it's called in my google docs. there are surprisingly more people alive than you'd think

[achairwithapandaonit]

some doodles i did for the fic i’ve been writing set seven years post canon, one year after the BO takedown. the last two of which,,, don’t really make sense until the third part of the series, which...who knows when i’ll get to that when i haven’t even finished the first part. 

hakuba left watson back in japan only to lose his will to live cause both akako and kaito just brought ALL OF THEIR BIRDS. WHICH IS A LOT. and they’re all very very tired. and on a bit of a wild goose chase. also akako has a cat cause she’s like a mishmash of witch stereotypes canonically so why not, you know. it just kind of turns up every now and then and they all have to deal with it.

uhhh second pic is the most tense post fake-shinichi-death road trip across america you will ever come across. none of them like or trust each other. they of course crosses paths with the ekoda gang wild goose chase.

gonna share a snippet for the first drawing cause i’m proud of it:

“A statue? Aren’t jewels his usual MO?”

“Yes,” Mitsuhiko says. “But recently he’s been branching out. A sculpture here, a scroll there. He even robbed a library last week.”

“Weird.”

“It’s not as weird as it seems. There’s a link between all of the things he’s been stealing - legends and rumours. Fake magic. Witchcraft. It all seems to come back to eternal life.”

“So what you’re saying is -” Hattori says, folding his arms behind his head. “- Kaitou KID is the kind of idiot who believes in magic.”

“Exactly,” Mitsuhiko says.

#dcmk #i should probably actually have a tag for this au #uhhh #everyone is dead au #is what it's called in my google docs. there are surprisingly more people alive than you'd think #me awkwardly explaining my au like i can't reveal everything but i wanna share what i've done so i have to reveal SOME things #detective conan #magic kaito 1412 #magic kaito #shounen tantei-dan #edogawa conan #hattori heiji #kuroba kaito #mary sera #vermouth #hakuba saguru #koizumi akako #nakamori aoko #tsuburaya mitsuhiko #kojima genta #yoshida ayumi #my art

[kawaiidoodles95-blog]

The Stranger Stampy Circus: Chapter 10

The ninth chapter of a long series I am making!

NOTICE: This is 11+! Throughout this story, there will be light mentions of blood, death, war, darker humor, and violence. While nothing here is explicit, if this bothers you in any way, keep on moving. Also, there is a kidnapping in this. Trust me. I won't be mad.

AN: I am making this not only on here but on google docs. This is a crossover between Stranger Things, Stampy's Lovely World, The Amazing Digital Circus, and Wonka. Each chapter will have a name of one of the characters (or main POV's I refer to them as,) and whoever's name is on the chapter title is the person narrating the chapter.

Anyways, enjoy TSSC!

Chapter 10: Stampy

(A day later)

The day droned on and on. We left the Upside Down city’s borders and entered an area even Vecna didn’t know about. “So this is what the monsters talked about when they said ‘the desert.’ This place is dead and barren!” Vecna exclaimed, looking around at the empty scenery that seemed to extend forever. “So you recon this is the way Hit The Target went?” I asked. “I know this is the way he went,” Vecna said. “He’s right. There are the glitchy footprints,” Pomni agreed, pointing at the strange footprints.

The walk was long and unbearable. I was so tired already, and it was only the morning. I stared at the mounds that seemed to shift in the moonlight. But I then saw something else move; something alive. “Guys, what’s that?” I asked, my tail tucking and my ears lowering. I pointed at the ground, which was quickly being raised as it was coming closer. “I THINK WE SHOULD RUN,” Pomni exclaimed. We all picked up the pace as all of the sudden, the ground started erupting into abstraction-stuff. It looked like a geyser. “SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT!” Pomni screamed. “Pomni, I know you dealt with abstracted people. Does this normally happen?!” Vecna asked. “No, this is not at all what happens!” Pomni responded. 

On our sprint, I tripped multiple times but didn’t fall somehow. We all seemed to catch up with each other, when I finally fell. “GUYS, JUST KEEP MOVING!” I called them. “I’LL BE FINE.” However, it was too late. The geysers of abstraction goo surrounded us as it created a dome over us. Once more, we all passed out, waking up into a strange realm unlike any other…

-+*~*+-

“Stampy? STAMPY?”

My ears were ringing as I opened my eyes. Pomni was right as my face with her iconic, WIDE eyes. “Augh… where are we… my head hurts,” I murmured, sitting up and scratching behind my ears. When I fully got my vision back, I saw Vecna uncomfortably pacing in this weird completely black, glitching space. “Welcome to the void, at least, what was the void. Seems like HTT corrupted it. Trust me; it didn’t previously look like this,” Pomni explained. “Oh, ok. Let’s just find Hit The Target, beat him, save Willy, and leave,” I said. “It isn’t as easy as that,” Vecna countered, “If it’s true that Hit The Target is here, then it’d be very hard to find him because of the camouflage.”

“Wow, ỳ̵̼̮̪̘o̴̡̡̯͗ù̸̫͉̦̃̉́ are much smarter than I thought.”

We all whipped around, and there he was. Hit the Target. “LET. WILLY. GO,” Vecna yelled, vines popping out of his back, his claw growing sharper. “You’ll have to do more than that, Vecna. Besides, you should never let your guard down,” Hit The Target laughed maniacally. “What?” I heard Vecna murmur. Suddenly, HTT threw Vecna on the floor, holding a knife to his neck. “RUN! JUST, DON’T WORRY, I’M FINE!” Vecna screamed at me and Pomni. “P-Pomni… What should we do!? We can’t leave him here!” I said to her. “Vecna told us to run, so I guess we should run,” Pomni frowned, grabbing my wrist and dragging me away. I tried resisting, but her grip was surprisingly strong.

“But- Pomni,” I whispered.

“He said he can handle himself!” “Everyone says that, and it always goes wrong!” I cried. “What should I do?” I thought.

#the stranger stampy circus #stampy cat #tadc pomni #vecna/henry/001 #henry creel #hit the target #tadc abstraction #tssc #stampy’s lovely world #st fanfic #fanfiction #dark fanfiction #stranger things #the amazing digital circus

[factual-fantasy]

Its done! Its all finally done!! All 16 cars! Man, this took like, what, two weeks?? This is one of the biggest and riskiest projects I’ve done in a long while. My hands are bruised and sore and I hope now more than ever that this was all worth it! And yes, the two mystery cars were Dragsters all along! If you’re wondering how a race car like that can be even remotely similar to a Tank, a Tractor, a bathtub with an Engine, a little tikes car, AND a power wheels... well, they’ve got a butt ton of power, they’ve got the biggest friggin tires EVER, they’re basically just flat bowls with pipe legs and an engine, and they’re most certainly toys so... kinda? Also the whole “You’ll wonder what’s in my family basement” thing? They’re trophies. Lots of them.

And I know the names aren’t cool Transformer names, I just wrote down their main name as what they are most commonly called.

Also, I bet you’ve noticed that my persona is in a few of the drawings? Well I put myself beside the cars that are my favorites. The very first drawing, Suburban, being my all time favorite.

Now what I have after the keep reading is a list of summary’s for each cars personality. You absolutely do not have to read them, but I worked hard on it and think they’re cool so.. I at least encourage you to take a lil peek. :}

So you wanna learn more ey? Well let me give you a little summary on their personalities!

Note: Some of the cars’s pictures have been taken from google because I didn’t actually have a picture of the car in my camera roll. And The google image is not identical to the actual car, its just the closest thing I could find. Also for privacy reasons, I will not say the name, age, gender or relation of the drivers of the cars or how many drivers there are in total. And also for privacy reasons, all the cars aside from the google images have been cropped or blurred to hide the background.

Also I am writing their descriptions as if they are real Transformers and have met some of the real Autobots.

Now, to the cars!

Suburban: Is my favorite out of all our cars. Suburban is similar to Bulkhead in may ways, he looks kind’a like him, he is gentle, considerate and kind to those around him. Big and small. Although he isn’t a meat head, he’s a smart guy that thinks everything through before doing it to ensure everyone’s safety. And he isn’t a Wrecker, or a Soldier, he’s a field medic. He uses his size and strength to charge into battle and retrieve wounded soldiers. He tows people out of harms way and uses himself as a shield to protect, not to harm. Although he can kick aft if it is necessary. Because he is not super chatty, is very compliant and polite, he gets along great with Ratchet.

Miata: Miata is a very squirrely scout and energetic go get’er. She’s always bouncing off the walls and just itching to get back out onto the road and show the other bots just what she can do! Although she isn’t an air head and knows when to joke around and when to take things seriously. She points that energy in the right direction while out on the battlefield. She is one of the faster bots of the bunch and always uses that to her advantage during fights. She’s real witty and clever, so she gets along pretty well with U.M.Dragster. She seems to always be smiling and laughing, so just like Escort, she really brightens everyone up where ever she goes.

Escort: One of my favorite cars. Escort is a very old bot that has been through quite a bit. In real life its idle is so quiet you cant even tell the car is on. But I always kind’a pictured him having a tendency to be a bit chatty. He is a really nice guy but there seems to always be something wrong with him physically, He is a recurring patient in the docs office for sure. He is very small, not strong at all and not particularity fast.. but boy is he smart. He is an Engineer turned backup medic, He can fix just about anything and always manages to bounce back from any and every situation. Mentally and physically. He is really positive and normally brightens up the team because of it. He is polite to everyone and easy to get along with, all he wants to do is help people and not be a burden.

Brown Suburban: The Brown Suburban is a bot of few words, the strong and quiet type you know? However despite being normally quiet, he has the best laugh there is. The only time this old lug smiles is if he’s laughing. Which is probably partly why him and U.M.Dragster are such inseparable friends, U.M.Dragster is the only bot that can make him laugh. Brown is a guy that can handle a lot, when it comes to annoying kids or injuries, its difficult to get him wound up. He’s just too tired to bother getting upset or worked up over the little things. He’s not too easy to talk to because of the lac of response you normally get, but I assure you he listens to every word you say.

U.M.Dragster: U.M.Dragster is surprisingly our youngest car, currently standing at only 14 years old. And obviously, he is by far the fastest of our cars, he’s even faster than his sister. He is fast, witty, and courageous, but cant dead lift scrap. As a transformer, he’s an energetic young scout that somehow is friends with the big lug Brown Suburban. Some people think Brown only likes him because U.M.Dragster makes him laugh. Now, U.M.Dragster is guy that knows if he was just given another chance, he would really light up the race track. He can be a real stinker most of the time, but generally he’s real sweet and honestly just wants to be worth something again.

A.T.Dragster:  A.T. Dragster is U.M.s big sister and our oldest car, currently standing at 51 years old. She is a lively spirit, and most certainly carries that big sister energy with the other Autobots, not just with her brother. She is a kind bot that uses her speed and agility to help out in any way she can. She just wants to help, and be of use again. She does everything in her power to stay alive and keep fighting. She tends to be a little more laid back compared to the other Autobots and doesn’t seem to get surprised by anything easily.

Green Truck: One of my favorites, and our second to oldest car. He has most certainly been there and done that. He has seen it all, war, injuries, death, betrayal, he’s heard all kind’s of screams and cries, all kinds of destruction.. He’s too tired to dwell on the memories anymore, he just focuses his energy on helping out in any way he can now that he’s back in the game. He’s a big guy, and despite his age, he is one of our strongest cars, standing in second place. He’s someone that knows that when duty calls, you just have to suck it up and get dirty work over with. And of course, due to his age he is a frequent flyer in the med bay. But he tries to not let that get him down. He’s still in fighting shape and can stand on his own two pedes. He fits something that Peter Cullen’s brother once said, “Be strong enough to be gentle”. Green Truck at his core is just an old soft hearted bot that gets along really well with basically everyone.. and just wants this stupid war to end.  

Vega: Although Vega is very old, he’s one of the fastest guys on the team, but he isn’t one to brag. He is a frequent flyer in the med bay after all. He’s a humble bot, who still has so much more life left to live. He’s not really shy, but he’s normally a bit quiet around the other bots. He’s still adjusting to being around so many people again and trying to get his barrings back when it comes to fighting. Like every other Autobot, he’s a nice guy and is pretty easy to talk to because he’s a good listener. But don’t let him get too comfortable with you, because then he’ll be the one talking your ear off. Vega isn’t necessarily the smart one of the group, he’s better at just being told what to do and doing it how ever he can. Vega is also a bit nervous around Humans. He’s new to Earth and not great with kids, he has so much to learn it gives him a headache just thinking about it. No, Vega isn’t really the smart one, he’s the strong and fast one. He’s a Soldier. He’s a monster out on the track and can beat the snot out of you if he needs to.

Red Van: Red Van is the Mamma bot for sure. She may be a van, but she’s a real hot rod. In her eyes, everyone is her baby. Even Optimus. She goes to great lengths to ensure their safety and always puts them first. She is a nurse and is always checking up on everyone and worrying about them. She can be really sweet, and she adjusted to being around the Human children faster than any of the other bots did. Although she does have a tendency to be a bit chatty, she really does help to brighten up the atmosphere where ever she is. Because of the motherly vibe she gives off, the other bots feel more comfortable around her and normally go to her to talk about their problems.

White Truck: White Truck is a real go getter and is always ready to lend a helping hand whenever its needed. He may not be very fast, or very strong, but he’s fairly big and can still hold himself decently in a fight. He is also pretty smart, he isn’t a certified engineer but he knows his way around most gadgets. He’s careful with Humans and wants to better understand them, but he still has a lot to learn. He’s really kind and tries his best to help out in anyway he can, when ever he can.

Beluga: Beluga is a really chirpy and bubbly person, She gets along very well with Humans and bots alike. Although she is a completely different person on the battlefield. Some would even call her ruthless. When asked, she explains that she tries to be very kind to everyone all the time and just bottles up her anger and frustration over anything and everything. Big or small. And then later proceeds to release that anger out on the battlefield. All and all though she doesn't like to hurt people. Bad guy or not.. but because of how she handles stress and because of her physical strength being very great, she believes she can better help others by being a soldier.

Honda: Honda has never been one for close combat, no, she prefers long distance, so chose to put her already acquired skills to the test as a fighter pilot instead. Opting to not see her enemy as she kills them.. Like Beluga, she doesn’t really want to hurt anyone. Honda is a smart girl that can pilot and repair almost any kind of Cybertronian aircraft. Honda gets along wonderfully with the Human children, and just Humans in general. She is very patient with them and always remembers to be very gentle. Shes a really sweet young bot that can be a bit shy at times, but is normally very bright and bubbly. Her and little sister Beluga are inseparable.

Ranger: Ranger is a tough gal for sure. If Cybertron had a word for Cowgirl, it would be used to describe her. At her core, she has a soft spot for those she considers family and would do anything to protect those she cares about. At times she can be very laid back, but she most certainly knows when fun times over and when things are getting serious. Something most people don’t really know about her is that she has a deep fascination with Earths Oceans and other bodies of water. Any chance she gets while scouting or something similar, she likes to stop by a river nearby and just watch the water flow curiously. Because of her soft spot, she cares very deeply about the Autobots and despises the Decepticons. Primarily because their very existence is a danger to her friends lives.

Volvo: Volvo is the silent type for sure. He is extremely intelligent and has no time for chit chat. If he discovers a subject that he doesn’t know anything about and that he also believes could be useful information, he will work tirelessly to learn every single thing possible about that subject. He is a hard worker and takes everything seriously, he has no time for jokes and games. Him and Ultra Magnus get along swell. Although despite this all, Humans intrigue him, and he wants to learn more about them. So despite him and Magnus being virtually the same in most ways, he does partake in Human shenanigans to “learn more about their species and culture”.

Jeepy: Jeepy is a real hot shot, but the friendly kind. He thinks Humans are a riot and fun to play around with. Jeepy normally isn’t particularly careful with Humans because he hasn’t fully grasped the fact that Humans all have this genetic condition called uh, fragile. So a side effect of that is he takes Miko on these crazy dangerous fun rides in secret because Bulkhead has common sense wont take her. He may have his moments of not thinking things through.. but he truly means well and would never intentionally hurt an ally, same species or not. If he knew better, he would be more careful. He’s got a big heart and his drive to fight comes from wanting to protect others and end this war. To end the suffering of his friends. Of the Autobots.

Bash Buggy: If you know anything about Overwatch, he’s basically Junkrat, just not on fire 24/7. He takes weekends off. Now, Buggy is an Autobot, so his spark is in the right place, and at his core he is a genuinely good person. He’s just a little weird you know? He’s got a few screws loose here and there.. and a missing fender.. or two.. and a trunk.. and his back seats.. and an optic.. ANYWAY, despite his ragged appearance, he is not dumb. In fact, he is actually very smart, and disturbingly calculated when it comes to his explosives. Buggy actually makes all of his own grenades and is pretty knowledgeable when it comes to other kinds of weapons and how to repair them. But he’s no medic that’s for sure. Although he is generally smart, he’s kind’a of a dunce when it comes to the severity of injuries because of how durable he is. He could be in blinding pain and bleeding out of every crack and crevasse, and just go, ”Let me go back out there chief! I can still fight! ୧⍢⃝୨”.

#my ocs #transformers #transformer ocs

[strangerfictions]

Post It Notes

Summary: You work in a coffee shop and a new guy starts. You work different shifts so you communicate through Post It Notes

Warnings: Language? Implied smut and alcohol consumption. 

Words: 1788

A/N: So I was inspired by a prompt I found on pinterest ages ago and so this came to life. I really enjoyed this one although I’m not fully happy with it. If anyone would like to be added to my tag list message me and I will add you to the list! Also if you have any requests PLEASE send me an ask !

The minute the coffee shop opened its doors in Hawkins you knew you had to apply for a job there. You were in your second last year of high school and so you needed to start saving for college and this was the perfect opportunity for you. Not only was it ten minutes away from your house, it would be easy to balance with school. You were so happy when you got the job. You meet so many strange and wonderful people from around Hawkins just by making coffee for them.

It’s been about a year since you started, and you have seen many people come and go. Today was no different. Thomas was nice to work with but you knew he had things going on at home and so he was moving out of Hawkins. You felt bad for him but you always knew that he wouldn’t last very long. You would have to manage for a few weeks until the your boss hired someone and trained them.

Over the next few weeks things went by pretty smoothly. You had only had a few customers who were a problem but they were dealt with easily. Friday evening, your last day before your weekend off, your boss told you they had hired someone.  A new rota had been drawn up and you were on weekdays and he was doing weekends.

You are closing up and you decide to leave a little good luck note and a warning about how the taps spit more than some rude customers. You write the message on a post it note and stick it to the coffee machine.

Your weekend consists of studying for your English pop quiz on Monday, so you don’t even think about work until Monday after school. You walk to the coffee shop after school hoping the new kid hasn’t burned the entire shop down. Once you are inside you notice everything looks okay. He survived induction weekend. You look over at the coffee machine and see a new post it stuck to the side.

You go to the backroom and change into your apron and head out to take over from your boss. Since boss is finishing up making a coffee, you take the opportunity to read the post it note.

“Thanks for the luck it seems to have worked because I’m somehow alive…also that coffee machine spits like a b*tch” You giggle at the fact that he has censored himself.

“He’s surprisingly better at making coffee than I expected” Your boss says from behind you.

“Good because we have had our fair share of bad coffee makers” You joke laughing at your boss’s reaction.

The next two weeks pass by without trouble. You and the new guy exchange notes every week. Each week they get longer and longer. You both are now using three post it notes to communicate. You might as well be writing letters to each other. It’s a bit weird considering you have never met this person, but you feel like you know them in a weird way.

It’s the week before Halloween and your boss has told you will be working every day for the next few months until after Christmas. It’s a busy time for the coffee shop so he needs both me and the new guy working. Finally, you’re going to meet this guy. You knew you could have gone into the café during weekends but that would spoil the fun.

Monday comes faster than you expected but as soon as school is finished you walk to the coffee shop. You begin to feel nervous because meeting a new co-worker can be nerve wracking especially when you’ve been communicating through post it notes for weeks. As you are tying your apron you hear the door to the back room open and you turn to see who it is. Steve Harrington.

Steve was in a few of your classes, but you never really talked to him much. You knew he had a bit of a reputation before the new kid Billy took over as popular kid so you never really had the opportunity to talk. Although after his breakup with Nancy he kind of sticks to himself.

“Y/N? No way I’m so glad it’s been you I’ve been talking to because I don’t think I could take the pain of it being some old guy!” Steve says quickly throwing his bag and coat on a hook.

“Hey Steve! Likewise. Glad to see the coffee machine hasn’t taken you alive since the last time I wrote!” You joke as you fumble with your apron.

“I think we will work well together!” He says smiling as he ties his apron.

You both walk out together and the day flies by.

Its two days before Halloween break and you and Steve have been left to clean the shop after closing and lock up. You usually dread this but not tonight. You and Steve are getting along really well. Both of you know each other better than you ever considered possible and because of this work was made so much easier.

“So, any plans for Halloween Steve?” You ask as you clean the coffee machine.

“Not really. My parents are out of town for the week so its just me, a large bowl of popcorn and some movies” Steve confessed as he cleaned some tables near you.

“Oh really? I’m probably the same. Although I was invited to that party everyone is talking about in school if you want to go with me? No pressure though” You say hoping he does say yes though.

Tina's Halloween party was the place to be and you were always in the mood for a party. Especially after the stress of school recently.

Over the past few weeks you have grown really close to Steve and along with hat came a massive crush. You weren’t planning on doing anything about it except shove it deep down where no one would find out about it but here you were asking Steve to a party much to both of your surprise.

“Oh yeah? I mean I don’t have a costume or anything, but I would love to go” Steve says looking up at you and smiling.

“Oh great! Don’t worry about the costume. I don’t have one either!” You smile back and get back to cleaning the coffee machine.

The day of the Halloween party comes quicker than you thought it would. You had spent the past two days working and studying so you didn’t have much time to think about it but now that it was here you were feeling a little nervous.

You hadn’t really thought about what to wear so you just grabbed a simple black dress to wear with a pair of black Doc Martens to go with it. You were just about finished when you heard your doorbell go. Thankfully your parents were out for the night, so you didn’t have to worry about that awkward encounter. You run down the stairs to answer the door. Stopping just at the door you hype yourself up for the night, giving yourself a little pep talk.

You open the door quickly.

“Hey Steve!” You beam at him taking in his appearance. He is wearing a black button up shirt, not buttoned all the way, with some blue jeans. You liked it. It was spooky but not too spooky.

“You look amazing Y/N” Steve says smiling at you.

“Thanks Steve! So do you. Come on in I’m just going to grab my jacket and stuff and we can go!” You shout as you run up the stairs. You run into your room and grab the things you need and run downstairs. When you go downstairs you see Steve looking at a family photo.

“Ready?” You ask watching him as he stands up straight looking over at you.

“You were cute when you were younger!” Steve says flustered.

“And I’m not now?” You ask jokingly.

“Haha very funny! You know the answer to that” He says sarcastically walking towards you.

“Do I? I don’t think I do. Think I need you to answer that one for me” You tease.

He walks to where you’re standing and stops in front of you.

“Oh, do you now? Maybe this will answer it for you” Steve begins to slowly lean into you but you can’t wait, so you smash your lips against his taking him by surprise. You both kiss each other slowly until you have to pull back for air.

“Yep that answers it” You laugh grabbing his hand and pulling him out the door.

Steve acts like a true gentleman opening the door for you and closing it behind you. He hops into the driver seat and looks at you, taking in your appearance.

“Like what you see?” You ask smirking at him.

“No, I’m just waiting for you to put on your seat belt” He says turning his head back to the road as he starts the car

“Dick” You laugh.

The rest of the ride was full of flirting and deep conversations. By the time you get to the party you are feeling less nervous. Both you and Steve walk into the party holding hands which draws everyone’s eyes to you both but neither of you care. Steve pulls you towards the kitchen to get a drink.

You both go to grab the vodka bottle at the same time which makes you both laugh.

“I guess we both have good taste in alcohol” You say laughing. You pour both two shots for you both and pass Steve his.

“To a good night” You raise the shot glass up and clink it with Steve’s. His face is full of surprise as you take the shot.

“To a good night!” He repeats as he too takes the shot.

You grab his hand and pull him to were everyone is dancing. You both dance until you are sweaty messes but you both don’t care.

Steve looks at you with intent in his eyes. He grabs your hand and pulls you into him. His lips meet yours and you both begin to kiss passionately. The kiss begins to deepen and within seconds you are full on making out in the middle of a party.

You break the kiss first with only one thing on your mind.

“Lets go back to mine. I have an empty house” You whisper in his ear and pull him towards the front door.

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed but on your pillow you find a post it note.

“Had a great night last night. Look forward to a lot more like that. Call me! – Steve”

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[thenugking]

Grand Academy For Future Villains II: Attack of the Sequel, Chapter 5: Bride of Chapter Five. A commentary for Three.

General CW for the whole thing: parental abuse, internalised dehumanisation as a trauma response. Three’s not doing well.

No specific warnings for this chapter except for a typo my friends have been teasing me about for weeks.

Game 1

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Game 2

Chapter 0 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Alternatively, read on Google Docs here

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"Well obviously," says Professor Ulik, faintly irritated. "I thought you were a bit cleverer than that,Three, I really did. Yes, but specifically I need you to make sure that one of my classes is on the auditor's schedule. You may use whatever methods you please to get it there. The less I know, the better."

Her message communicated, Professor Ulik returns to her papers. You begin to consider your situation. This would be an unparalleled opportunity to ensure Professor Ulik's selection for a tenured position and what else are you here for, anyway?

But how to get an audience with the newly-arrived auditor?

#Val's on the Board of Visitors and Overlords. I'm going to consult zir about this situation.

This isn’t particularly helpful to Three’s intention to stay as far away from the auditors as  possible. Their first plan is still to ask DarkBoard if they’re able to alter Goul’s schedule, but when DarkBoard gives a foreboding speech about how they shouldn’t meddle in forces far beyond their control,  (Three is pretty sure DarkBoard’s scared of the auditors but don’t want to admit it,) they realise they’re going to have to talk to these people. This hopefully won’t be overly dangerous, after all, they are excellent at being helpful to important people, and tend to be good at quickly working out the level of grovelling important people prefer, so they’re unlikely to annoy the auditors. The danger that comes with just being around important, powerful people is inevitable, but they hope they can avoid the worst by appearing as a mere supporting character in Ulik’s narrative, unnoticeable to the auditors underneath all her achievements.

The best place to start with this is Val. Scorpius told Three ze was on the Board of Overseers and, while Three has been trying to interact with Val as little as possible, ze’s at least someone they’re able to get an audience with. And--despite a slight annoyance about Scorpius spilling zir secrets--Val apparently either likes them enough, or thinks they’re plot relevant enough, to help.

Ze is, however, going to point out that meeting with the Auditors isn’t the kind of thing people with no narrative weight do. It doesn’t matter what reason Three gives--do they think there isn’t a story in an underdog brave enough to put themself in the firing line of powerful villains they’re frightened of, just out of loyalty to their wise and supportive mentor? And Val has a feeling this isn’t the first time Three’s done this. Three informs them that they are not a hero, or an underdog, or special in any way whatsoever. Val tells them that ze knows better than most how Narrative Weight isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, so ze’s really, genuinely sorry to say this, but that’s not true, Three. Three decides they’d better get over to that meeting before they’re late, so doesn’t have time to listen to Val try and tell them they’re more than just a tool.

The minutes Val showed you indicated that a team of no less than three auditors would be arriving from the Board of Visitors and Overlords. And you're fairly certain you know who this one is.

The falling pieces of the dome leave trails of fire in the air all around you. The air of the artificial atmosphere is rushing upward; the weather programs that the dome once produced are sputtering fitfully. Fish, frogs, bolts of lightning, hailstones and drops of blood tumble at random from the shattering sky.

"Lord X!" you call, as the figure lightly touches down to the earth. "Welcome to the Grand Academy for Future Villains!"

The figure turns towards you, and you see that the upper half of his face is concealed by a black mask like a frozen lava flow. His clothes are rich and close-fitting, his black shirt with silver buttons reaching to the neck, his hands concealed by silver gloves, and a belt around his waist supports a really alarming arsenal of weapons. You spot what looks like an oversized silver revolver, a long sword, a short sword, and a gun that looks strangely familiar. There's also a trowel tucked into a beautifully tooled black leather sheath; there's probably some explanation for this besides being for some sort of demonic gardener. 

"Well done…student," says Lord X.

Val, watching from under the shelter of a black umbrella, gives the slightest of nods to the auditor.

Again, not something Three would have done if Ulik hadn’t wanted them to talk to the auditors, they’d much rather be running to hide right now, or else checking the sudden environmental changes of the world falling apart aren’t adversely affecting DarkBoard. But they do like important people being impressed with them.

As if it overheard your unspoken question—which you suppose it did—the nearest DarkBoard portal begins scrolling through something you recognize as the fine print of your application paperwork. You look at the scrolling text:

…WITHOUT REFUND. THE APPLICANT CONSENTS TO MANDATORY BINDING ARBITRATION IN THE CASE OF ACCIDENTAL OR PURPOSEFUL DISMEMBERMENT, IMPERFECT RESURRECTION, AND OTHER PHYSICAL OR PSYCHIC MODIFICATION UNDERTAKEN VOLUNTARILY OR INVOLUNTARILY IN THE COURSE OF ACADEMIC DUTIES. THE APPLICANT CONSENTS TO THE ACADEMY'S USE OF THEIR IMAGE, DNA, BIOLOGICAL MATERIALS, INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, OFFSPRING IF ANY, WITH OR WITHOUT PRIOR WRITTEN NOTIFICATION. SURVEILLANCE DEVICES MAY BE INSTALLED IN PHYSICAL AND INTELLECTUAL LOCATIONS THROUGHOUT THE ACADEMY INCLUDING BEDROOMS, HEARTS, DREAMS, AND NARRATIVES. THE ACADEMY RESERVES THE RIGHT…

Okay, okay.

It may not be immediately relevant to the current scene, but I think it’s worth noting that students “consent” to the Academy’s use of their offspring. Being the child of an alumnus, Three was a little concerned, if resigned, about that when reading their own application paperwork. Those feelings haven’t completely gone away, but they also realise this could be an excellent excuse if Maedryn ever discovers their loyalty to DarkBoard. She herself signed them away to the Academy before they even existed, and if necessary, Three will remind her that neither of them can complain if DarkBoard wishes to collect on that.

Three has never wanted children themself, but the Academy’s application paperwork just makes them more sure of that.

#Come observe Professor Ulik’s class.

You've kept your bargain with Professor Ulik. Whatever the auditor says, the fact that you faced one of the most powerful beings on the Academy grounds has to count for something.

It's a simple request—so simple the auditor seems taken by surprise. You hold your breath, waiting for an answer. "Of course," says the auditor. "Next week. Of course, we make no promises as to the nature of our judgment. Only of its inevitability."

"Fifteen seconds," pipes the assistant.

Variyah Goul stands up. She does not offer you her hand. "Your career, of course, will be of interest to us, whatever becomes of the school."

"Ten."

"If at the end of the year we find you an individual of sufficient narrative weight…there are certain provisions made for individuals who are fit for a great destiny. I am impressed by hedonism and competence, and the portfolio of destinies I manage are those of grandeur and glory."

"And zero." The assistant escorts you out of the room.

That went… surprisingly well. Three’s alive. They’ve at least slightly impressed two auditors. Goul’s agreed to observe Ulik’s class. Three wasn’t given time to have to pretend to be interested in a destiny.

They are growing increasingly concerned that the Academy’s accreditation may not, in fact, be renewed, but all they have to do is show that a place with teachers as good as Professor Ulik is worthwhile, make sure Maedryn isn’t too stressed by her various responsibilities that the clones stop working, help Sona keep Sci-Fi looking respectable and genre savvy, and do whatever DarkBoard requests to help the Academy run smoothly.

((Side note: I did originally accidentally replace a bit too much of the “insert your professor here” text with “professor ulik” when I originally typed this up, with the result that Three very unfortunately invited one of the most powerful villains in the universe to come observe Professor Ulik’s ass. They don’t want to talk about it.))

The senior students that approach you after your Evil Planning class are well known to you. They're a group of Thriller and Science Fiction students that even in these polarized times of inter-genre competition, have remained friends and close collaborators. 

"Three!" one of them calls to you. "Do you have a second? We want you to try this!"

This is rarely the prelude to something good, but often the prelude to something interesting. You pause. 

"This is our capstone project for our Cyberpunk Dystopia class," explains another, proffering his personal DarkBoard portal, its screen glowing. "A dating app for the Academy! We need beta testers! And, well, a lot of people have been requesting you."

"It's right here in the early feedback," confirms the third. "Let's see…'If it doesn't have Three I'm not joining'…'Where's Three I mean the real one not the clone'…'Please add an option to romance Three.'"

You look warily at the colorful images on the DarkBoard portal. What's so dystopian about a dating app?

"Well, it's powered by DarkBoard, for one thing," says the first student, "so it can be kind of unpredictable. And wildly intrusive. But the administration is interested in monitoring the personal lives of its students."

"Personally I think DarkBoard's getting a bit lonely," adds the second, behind his hand, as if that could conceal his comment from the security system.

I mean, there might be a couple of students wanting to find out what’s underneath Three’s aloof emotionless exterior, but I really doubt there’s anyone specifically asking for them. In any case, they have far more important things to do than trying to find another relationship at the moment, and even if they wanted one, they wouldn’t be looking for it on an intrusive dating app made by a bunch of students they have no reason to trust. 

But, well, they don’t exactly completely object to submitting information about certain preferences they may have to a system powered by DarkBoard. It’s a villainous action to sign up to a dating site and then ruthlessly reject every classmate who appears on there, isn’t it?

Besides the grinning face of Science Fiction's figurehead, a long list of diagrams and spec charts appears. Sona, or DarkBoard on Sona's behalf, is listing out all her weapons and modifications. You're fascinated—there are some extraordinarily personal items here. You would never have guessed about the navel turret, for instance.

All right, getting lists of people’s hidden abilities is also a very useful feature of this app. Three just hopes their own profile isn’t going to start listing out the dozens of weapons they have hidden on their person at all times.

The portal clouds over again, but this time, when it clears, no face is visible at all. Slowly words form on the portal's surface.

HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHAT THE WORLD LOOKS LIKE WHEN SEEN THROUGH A THOUSAND EYES?

"Uh-oh." One of the Cyberpunk Dystopia students tries to snatch the portal out of your hands. "It's doing it again. Close! Close! Administrator override!"

SHED YOUR FLESH, continues DarkBoard, AND JOIN US IN THE TIMELESS VOID BETWEEN ELECTRONS.

"Yeah, this is a known issue," explains the leader. "Every so often DarkBoard will decide that it wants to get in on some of the action. Sorry about that."

He hands you back your portal, now quiet and docile. Is that Xi's lingering influence? Does something about DarkBoard remember you as an object of romance?

"You know where to find us! Thanks for trying it out!"

And they're gone.

Well, even if Three’s list of concealed weapons are on view to everyone on the dating app now, the student trying to snatch the portal away from Three is not prepared for a kick in the groin and a gun pointed at him before he has a chance to react, as Three calmly explains that they want to be aware of all known issues before deciding whether to continue using the app or not. After taking a few moments to closely examine this one, they tell the cyberpunk students that they can live with it. They spend a fair amount of their free time (limited though that is) on the app over the next few months, while making sure to reject every student profile they find.

The app does cause another slight issue, however, given that the rejection messages it sends are calibrated to, “cause greatest emotional impact to the target!” Three and Aurion awkwardly avoid each other for the next few weeks, after they each receive a horrifying rejection message about how the other loves them far too much like a sibling, and is so grateful for the bond they already have.

And then this final scene doesn’t actually take place, because Three doesn’t have a nemesis or a pet, so doesn’t need help dealing with them, but:

Professor Ulik thinks so highly of you that she leaves the class that she was in the middle of teaching to rush to the ${temphousing}.

I love Three’s new mum a lot.

#three #marsh ocs #grand academy for future villains #choice of games #sara ulik #valorous flame #darkboard #aurion umbrator malisar #Particular Associates in Personal Intimate Experiences

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anon   said :      mason   was   royalty   right ??   were   they   like   their   species   equivalent   of   a   prince ?      im   inch   rested   in   the   alien   hierarchy .   what   was   that   like ?      please   give   ur   adoring   fans   the   Lore .      unless   u   don’t   want   2   like   it’s   secret   then   that’s   ok   too   I   love   u   

oh   anon,      first   of   all,      i   still   don’t   have   fans   and   secondly,      thanks   for   being   invested   uwu

just   a   fair   warning,      since   this   is   v   important   to   my   blog   this   is   gonna   get   long   and   won’t   go   under   a   cut   and   i’m   sorry   if   it’s   all   a   mess   and   not   sorted   but   it’s   late   and   i   keep   remembering   shit   that   needs   to   go   into   this   okay .

to   get   into   the   lore   let’s   explore   mason’s      (      maisaaint’s      )      species   for   a   short   moment .      mason   is   a   so-called   AORLUT,      a   semi-corporal   non-gendered   species   known   for   hiding   their   weakest   points   on   a   different   plane   of   existence .      they   are,      in   the   easiest   to   explain   sense,      all   eldritch   horrors   with   shifting      ❛     bodies     ❜      that   change   when   necessary   and   can   easily   survive   as   a   parasite .      however,      since   everybody   hides   their   weakest   parts   on   a   different   plane   of   existence   it   means   these   multi-dimensional   fuckers   all   see   each   other   how   they   actually   look   all   the   time,      while   other   creatures   only   see   certain   limbs .      (      see   here   for   a   very   vague   description   of   what   mason   actually   looks   like   and   then   know   their   offsprings   look   like   very   round   squids   and   this   is   100%   a   baby   picture   of   mason   okay      )

aorluts      are   also   known   for   having   one   of   the   most   complex,      impossible   to   learn   and   yet   efficient   languages .      it   is   a   mix   of   clicking,      whistling,      something   that   sounds   like   high   pitched   screeching   and   underwords      (      which   i   have   explained   here   but   is   basically   up   to   three   words   spoken   at   the   very   same   time .      )      this   language   is   absolute   bullshit   to   anyone   hearing   it   but   makes   communication   extremely   quick   and   leaves   no   room   for   wrong   interpretations . (      something   mason   can’t   keep   up   in   english   but   since   they   already   have   to   talk   slowed   down,      they   find   joy   in   deliberately   talking   around   the   truth   esp   concerning   their   own   heritage .      )

lastly,      about   the   species,      not   all   of   them   are   touch   telepathic       &      empathic .      mason   in   that   regard   is   an   absolute   outliner   since   their   ability   is   not   just   rare   but   also   stronger   than   with   most   of   those   blessed      /      cursed   with   it .      most   aorluts   with   touch   empathy   are   usually   just   able   to   skim   surface   emotions   using   parts   of   their   bodies   where   the   nerves   are   concentrated   the   most,      whereas   mason      (      royalty      )      doesn’t   just   rely   on   their   most   sensitive   body   parts   but   can   literally   feel   what   other   aorluts   would   feel   with   every   inch   of   their   being .      as   a   human   that   translated   to   their   most   sensitive   bits   of   skin   and   not   skin   allowing   them   to   jump   right   into   someone’s   mind .      (      they   could   do   a   lot   of   damage   in   there   if   they   really   wanted ;      see   william   for   example   even   tho   that   was   just   a   stress-related   accident .      )

next   up :      the   home   planet .      it   technically   doesn’t   have   a   name   like   earth   is   earth   but   instead   has   a   category   and   every   aorlut   will   just   call   it   by   that   category      (      or   alternatively :      home      ) .       MSR,      pronounced   every   letter   on   its   own   and   best   said   as   underwords,      is   a   hugely   nebulous      &      mostly   water-covered   planet   with   flat   buildings   that   stretch   across   the   land   and   then   go   far      &      deep   into   the   sea .      since   aorluts   are   multi-dimensional,      breathing   underwater   or   in   any   non-ideal   environment   is   really   not   an   issue   and   therefore   their   architecture   is   mostly   focused   on   building   structurally   sound   houses   instead   of   checking   that   life   can   exist   in   these   sometimes   extreme   circumstances .      in   a   way,      this   is   a   defence   mechanism   towards   strangers   but   also   is   just   to   some   degree   based   on   their   long   history   of   isolation   and   not   having   connected   to   other   species   even   though   they   could   have   made   contact   a   long   time   ago .

moving   on :      mason   is   in   fact   space   royalty   and   was   supposed   to   be   the   next   in   line   for   the   throne .       msr   is   governed   by   a   monarchy   with   democratic   influences .      the   royals   cannot   be   voted   and   are   either   born   into   the   bloodline   or   adopted   if   their   abilities   are   seen   to   be   amongst   royal   levels   but   their   decision   can   be   overthrown   if   the   majority   of   the   population   is   for   or   against   something .       that   being   said,      the   monarchy   wasn’t   just   responsible   for   their      ❛    country    ❜      but   had   a   hand   in   all   the   planets   businesses   and   the   parts   of   the   quadrant   they   owned .      in   case   anyone   is   wondering,      no,      they   didn’t   go   around   willy   nilly   fighting   and   claiming   parts   of   space   but   in   fact   mostly   just   protected   themselves   when   under   fire,      bought      ❛    property    ❜     off   of   poorer   civilisations   and   on   one   memorable   occasion,      won   a   big   chunk   of   their   quadrant   in   a   game   of   poker .      (      it   is   somewhat   unfair   to   play   poker   when   your   opponent   can   only   see   your   tentacles   but   really   that’s   on   them   for   even   trying .      )

so   yes,      in   every   sense   of   aorlut   tradition,      mason   is   royalty .      they’re   both   born   into   the   bloodline   and   would've   been   taken   up   anyways   for   their   strong   telepathic   &   empathic   abilities   since   in   aorlut   culture   knowledge   about   others   is   considered   one   of   the   most   valuable   things .      (      spoilers   here :      mason   isn’t   too   keen   on   invading   other   people’s   mind’s   but   can’t   imagine   living   without   the   constant   buzzing   of   being   able   to   feel   someone   else’s   surface   emotions   in   their   head .      )

anyways,      yes   mason   is   the   space   equivalent   of   a   prince/ ss   with   a   shit   ton   of   power   and   was   raised   as   such   but   found   there   to   be   no   adjustment   period   at   all   upon   landing   on   earth .      after   all,      they   had   other   things   they   needed   to   prioritise   above   being   treated   like   a   monarch   and   by   the   time   that   was   sorted   they   had   learned   the   word   dude   and   knew   about   the   comfort   of   old   hoodies   and   they   haven’t   looked   back   at   their   royal   comforts   ever   since .

since   the   lifespan   of   an   aorlut   is   rather   vague   even   for   themselves,      nobody   ever   really   knows   when   exactly   an   aorlut   will   stop   existing   safe   for   starting   to   anticipate   it   around   a   certain   age .      (      as   it’s   customary   for   the   eldest   to   just   wake   up   one   day   and   know   it’s   time   if   they   want   to   go .      )      however,      since   the   species   is   multi-dimensional   ageing   is   a   weird   thing   and   once   an   aorlut   is   no   longer   considered   a   child   they’ll   start   to   look   like   something   weirdly   between   a   young   adult   or   a   middle-aged   dad   until   the   day   they   die .      death   for   an   aorlut   btw   isn’t   bad,      it’s   simply   them   pulling   themselves   fully   onto   a   plane   of   existence      ❛   living    ❜     aorluts   can’t   follow       (      according   to   the   belief      )      and   it’s,      therefore,      more   socially   acceptable   to   just   vanish   than   die   amongst   loved   ones   or   on   the   battlefield .

anyways   back   to   the   drama  :      mason   knew   they   were   about   to   inherit   the   throne   but   couldn’t   pinpoint   when   exactly   it   was   supposed   to   happen   and   as   the   one   directly   in   line   for   it,      there   was   no   doubt   with   anyone   that       maisaaint   rl'flem      would   soon   be   the   next   monarch .      yet,      greed   and   envy   are   concepts   older   than   humanity   and   can   be   found   in   many   many   other   species,      such   as   mason’s   for   example .      this   is   btw   where   the   google   doc   picks   up,      a   coup   was   staged      (      mostly   against   mason      )      and   injured,      with   a   broken   ship   and   their   pets,      they   just   about   managed   to   escape . this   proved   for   those   against   the   monarchy   that   mason,      although   extremely   powerful   in   their   telepathy      (      to   unknown   levels       ),      wasn’t   fit   to   be   a   leader   since   they   didn’t   see   this   coming .      in   a   way,      however,      mason   knew   this   would   happen   which   is   the   only   reason   they   actually   managed   to   get   out   alive .

hurt   and   betrayed,      mason   crash   landed   their   broken   ship   on   earth   and   just   knew   that   their   family   had   been   eradicated .      they   were   in   pure   agony   physically   and   mentally   when   encountering   william   and   trying   to   read   his   mind,      which   is   then   also   the   first   time   they   realised   the   full   extent   of   their   powers   and   understood   they   could’ve   defended   themselves   with   but   a   few   touches .

back   home   on   msr,      the   news   of   the   vanished   heir   spread   extremely   quickly   and   most   people   just   assumed   mason,      like   their   family,      had   retreated   to   the   other   plane   of   existence,      leaving   the   monarchy   fallen   and,      surprisingly,      allowing   for   the   rise   of   a   purely   democratic   new   government .

#˹ * ⋆ ˎˊ ⟷ & meta ˼ #long post #okay my brain is mush #turns out formatting was a vibe check in its own #my vibes are v exhausted rn

[oddeyecadia]

what if it’s us? (ch. 3)

a/n: two chapters in one day? miracles do happen.

also posted on ao3 | ch.1 ch.2

"Alright. Make yourself at home. But don't touch too much shit." Said Pidge as she and Lance entered her apartment.

He roamed his eyes around. The living room was nice, green pillows took half the space of the sofa, a red blanket covered the seat as if somebody had just slept there. The kitchen was surprisingly neat except for a small mountain of dishes in the sink, the fridge had owl and hippo magnets on it, and there was also a random peanut butter jar on the counter. All in all, the place looked... like a normal college student's apartment. Or college students rather, for he noticed there were two rooms.

Careful not put too much weight on his left foot, he walked towards the sofa and said. "Nice place you got here. You got a roommate?"

"Yeah. He's not here, though." She said as she dropped her bag, sat down on said sofa and removed her shoes, keeping her socks on.

His constant smile faded. "Oh. Is he your–?"

By now, she was already used to people asking about her and Keith's relationship– thanks to the nosy people in high school –that Lance didn't even need to complete his sentence for her to understand. "We're not fucking if that's what you're thinking."

"It still amazes me how innocent looking yet vulgar you are." Was that a sigh of relief she just heard? "But okay."

Weird.

He then spoke again. "So, videogame or movie?"

___

Intense music from the tv filled the living room, along with the sound of Lance's hand dipping in the popcorn bowl between them, trying to find the cheesiest ones and putting it in his mouth. Clacking of keys mixed in with the noise as Pidge worked on google docs to try and finish a script for a group video presentation. The glow of her laptop bounced eerily from her spectacles.

She worked on a group video presentation. Without any of her group mates present or online.

Shutting her eyes for a moment, she took a deep breath.

Group projects were Pidge's worst enemies. This one in particular was just terrible. She didn't knew anyone in that class so she just got grouped with two other random girls. The two hadn't even contacted her since the project was announced. Pidge made a group chat but she only received an idk as a response from one of them when she asked what they wanted to do. You want something done? You gotta do it yourself. She thought as she leaned her face closer to her laptop, typing aggressively.

Stress began conquering her mind as she tried her hardest not to think about all her unfinished papers and lessons that she hadn't reviewed yet. She felt like crying but she needed to finish this script at least, so she continued.

So focused on her work, the brunette didn't even heard the movie pause.

Lance's eyes lingered on her with concern. Just by looking at her, he could clearly tell that she was one stressful project away from ripping her hair out. He could also tell that his deep sigh took a bit of her attention for her typing suddenly slowed.

"20 minutes into the movie and you're already on your laptop? Seriously, Pidge?"

"Don't worry, I've already seen it." She said without taking her eyes off the screen.

"Still." He pouted. Another sigh and he moved the bowl of popcorn aside to scooch next to her. He felt her stiffened so he moved away a little to give her space. "You promised not to do any studying or school work."

"I didn't promise anything. Now, shush and just continue watching."

"You know your brain will work faster if you let it rest, trust me I'm a nursing student."

She only let out a lazy hum as a response.

He crossed his arms. "Am I bothering you?"

"Oh, nooo." She answered sarcastically, still not taking her eyes away from her laptop.

"I'll stop bothering you if you beat me at mario kart?"

Her fingers paused. Bingo.

"What? You scared?" Lance said in a smug tone. "I mean I don't blame you. I'm a mario kart pro, no one has ever beaten me."

Shutting her laptop, she gave him an incredibly intense look, a look that could intimidate even the toughest human alive. "Bet."

___

Both Pidge and Lance were competitive as hell. Losing was worst than death for the two.

They were on their seventh round when Lance, out of nowhere, started to ask Pidge random questions. From very simple ones like "So, what's your dream career?" to odd ones like "Would you rather see the future or the past?" She answered all of them without losing her focus on the race.

Pidge had already won four out of six rounds –so much for being a pro, lance– and he was eager to get his revenge. She knew he was trying to distract her. Too bad for him, he was playing against a multitasker, someone who could talk and play at the same time, and someone who wasn't easily distract–

"Anything interesting you can share about your soulmate?"

She almost lost her grip on her controller and accidentally turned the wrong way. "Argh!"

The round ended in favor of Lance. "Aww, yeah!" Said winner proudly pumped his fist in the air. "Another win for Lancey Lance!"

"That's cheating! You were trying to distract me!"

"Nobody said you can't have healthy conversations with your opponent while playing?"

Opening her mouth, nothing came out so she closed it bitterly. She tried once again and finally said "Two can play at that game."

It was clear that when they started a new round, it wasn't only about winning anymore, it was about the one who could ask the most distracting question that would lead the other to their utter defeat. It was a battle for double victory.

Pidge started off easy. "What's your biggest insecurity?" Aiming for the emotions, good strategy. She praised, internally giving herself a pat on the back.

This question didn't seem to bother Lance at all though. "The fact that I'm like, the weakest link in everything." He answered too casually, like it was no big deal, like he had already tried to tell himself that it wasn't true but had been proven wrong a million times.

The atmosphere grew a little tense. "Weakest link in mario kart, I could agree." Her response made him snort at least.

"Don't get too cocky, Katarina." She didn't need to look off the screen to know that he was giving her his signature sweet smile, happy to be able to tease her using her own name once again.

Pidge fought a grin. A month ago, If she heard anyone calling her by her real name, she would've had been extremely uncomfortable for she wasn't really used to being called "Katarina" outside of home anymore.

Katarina "Katie" Holt was that one kid in kindergarten who preferred to read superhero comics than fairytale books, Katie was that one nerd who built her first computer in elementary, Katie was the bullied girl in middle school, Katie was the anti social weirdo that everyone– except for one other particular anti social hothead –avoided in high school.

"Katarina" was a beautiful name, but it carried a lot of ugly memories.

Then, as cheesy as it was, Lance came into her life and slowly replaced those memories with better ones. Lance talked to Katarina, he made efforts just to befriend Katarina, he was still in the process of breaking her walls, and it was obvious that he was trying his best as if she woudl be worth all the hard work. Now, whenever she would hear her name, she wouldn't just remember the harsh voice of her bullies using it to intimidate her. Instead, she'd remember Lance and his ten thousand smiles.

Lance was a great friend.

Perhaps having him as a soulmate wasn't so bad, she realized. Perhaps she needed to tell him about that too.

"Okay. Um..." Her thoughts were interrupted by him speaking as his character threw a blue shell at hers. "What's your biggest fear?

Pidge's character was still on the lead when she responded. "Are you expecting a deep, poetic answer or something like the devil from Fantasia? Cus that shit is scary."

"I know right? That scene gave me nightmares as a child. But hey, a more poetic answer would be nice. Though, you don't have to tell me personal stuff if you're uncomfortable."

"Hmm. My biggest fear..." For a moment, she hesitated. Tiny, callused hands started sweating as the thought that she was about to open up to someone that wasn't Matt or Keith finally sunk in. "Disappointment, probably." She answered anyway for by now she already knew very well that Lance wasn't the type of person that would take advantage or make fun of someone's vulnerability.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I'm scared of disappointing people." She shrugged. "I don't know, I just... I hate letting people down. It sucks so bad to know when I made a person, especially if it's someone I care about, unhappy or unsatisfied because of something that I did, didn't do, failed to do, have, or didn't have. It sucks even more when I can't do anything about it. " Her hands loosen their grip on her controller as the game ended with victory on her side. Nobody seemed to care about that anymore. Lance's eyes and ears were on her, patiently waiting for her to elaborate.

Hugging her knees, careful not to hurt her left foot, she took a deep breath. "Y'know like... Like when I was in elementary during p.e class, we'd play dodgeball and the teacher would split the class into two teams, everyone on my team's mood would always drop when they'd see lil ol weakling me on their group like... like their disappointed that I'm with them. It's both humiliating and frustrating. Same with failing an exam or getting a low grade. It's like trying my best but it's still not enough... Like I'm not enough." Taking a deep breath, she let some of the tension on her chest loose. Pidge gave him a glance and noticed how he was still carefully listening, his eyes urging her to continue. "Maybe I'm just scared of disappointment because I rarely experience being one, or making one feel like that towards me."

There was a pause. A heavy yet comfortable pause. She kept her eyes on the floor, hugging her knees tighter as she felt the boy beside him take a deep breath as well.

"Wow. I asked you one question and it's like you just read to me your whole autobiography." Said Lance in his obvious trying to lighten up the mood tone.

"Should I regret doing that?" She looked at him and wasn't even surprised to see that he was smiling at her so fondly, so genuine that it made her heart race.

"No. You can trust me." He responded, low and serious. She already trusted him but the way he said it just made her trust him even more.

"I know."

Another short pause. Pidge let go of her knees and crossed her legs slowly, injured foot on top of the other, while Lance placed the controller he didn't notice he was still holding beside him on the couch. "That's why you're so eager to finish all your projects on time and review til you drop huh? Afraid to disappoint?"

"My family and myself, yeah. If I was a fictional character, my character description would be just one big 'smartass' in all caps. I can't lose that title."

"You're more than just a genius, Pidge. You don't have to stress yourself out everytime just to get a 'smartass' level grade. It's nice to aim for a perfect score in all of the exams or projects and all that, but pushing yourself too hard won't help you to achieve that. Again, sometimes the brain needs to rest in order to work properly." His hand ruffled her already messy hair as if to emphasize his point. She found the gesture to be really nice. However, it seemed like "personal space" was clearly non-existent in Lance's vocabulary. Minutes ago, he was sitting at the other end of the couch and now their shoulders were touching. "Trust me, I've been there. I wasn't as laid back as I am now when I started college. Now, it's my turn to do an IRL version of a draw my life video so listen."

She couldn't help but let out a light laugh. Lance liked that sound, he thought. "You see, my siblings are actually the ones paying my tuitions, I help of course. Although, we can't afford some of the textbooks, it still means a lot since they worked really hard just for me to be able to go to my dream university. Education is really important in my family and I just got very lucky to be the youngest child and the only child who got the chance to go to college. I don't want to waste all of their hard work, so I really want to graduate, I have to."

"That's... A lot of pressure."

"Yeah. I used to let that pressure get to me like all the time. I studied too much than necessary, never took a break when doing projects, pushed myself too hard, I didn't even had time for myself." A sad smile formed on his lips, memories from his stressful freshmen year of college flashing through his mind. "Then, one time I just passed out in the middle of dance practice because of lack of sleep and nutrients. After that I learned my lesson. I started taking breaks from all the school stuff when I needed to, hanged out with my friends, made time for myself, had fun. Cause having fun is another way to rest, y'know? You don't think too much, you forget all about the stress. It's perfect."

A familiar warmth bloomed in Pidge's chest when hit with a realization. "That's why you wanted to hangout today huh?" She chuckled fondly.

Lance's eyes widened like he was caught kissing a Harry Styles poster. Tints of pink appeared on his face, a compliment to his dark skin. The fact that he was blushing because of her made her face heat up too. Now there were two awkward tomatoes in her living room. "Y-Yeah. I mean you obviously needed a break so..."

It took him by surprise when Pidge gave him a smile. A soft, precious, genuine smile.

Her eyes smiled too, and he wasn't sure if they were just shiny or if there were glossy tears forming in them, but they were beautiful. She was beautiful. "Thanks, Lance." She said and his heart melted.

He returned a smile. "I got you, Pidge."

Lance really was a great friend. She thought.

Having Lance as a soulmate was probably a blessing.

There was silence. Her heart pounded hard on her chest as she touched her injured foot– well, their injured foot technically –that was still covered by her socks. He deserves to know.

"By the way–" He started.

"Can I tell you a secret?" The two said at the same time.

Foot in her mouth, she chuckled. "You go first."

"Yeah, okay." He cleared his throat. "Since our friendship have evolved, I think it's okay for us to have soulmate talks now, right? Also, I just can't keep it in anymore, I need to talk about this."

Her breathing slowed, palms sweating so hard, ready to replace Niagra falls. "Right. Y-You found out who your soulmate is or something?"

"Yes, but don't tell anyone yet, cause I'm still not a hundred percent sure but I think–" He fought a grin like he was trying his best to keep his cool. She fought her heart from beating louder than it should.

"I think Allura's my soulmate."

#i was drunk when i wrote this #grammatically drunk #satri writes #plance #pidgance #pance #flirtyrobot #fanfic #soulmate au

[forbidden-creepypasta]

Wampus Collection: The Doctor’s Orders

Here's a story from /x/ credited to some chick named Wampus. Nothing in this thread has been edited in anyway. This is good shit. Shit that can shrivel Josef K's manhood. - Tower ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Since it seems /x/ related, I’d like to tell you some stories about my family. I’ve never really thought to write this down, but people seemed to enjoy my last thread so I thought I’d share more. Plus, /x/ is a little out of sorts tonight, and I’d like to help if I can. Hopefully there are people around still interested in hearing. In my last threads I talked about my mother’s side of the family, and their curious beliefs and practices down in the Deep South. I told those stories, not because they were especially paranormal but because I’m most comfortable with them. My childhood was filled with them. I grew up down here, and although it’s a strange place, these are eccentricities I understand. Unfortunately, while the stories about Often and my mother are cute and occasionally spooky, they don’t really compare to the /x/-factor that leaks down from my father’s line. If it's okay with you guys, I'm going to repost the backstory before I begin since I don't think the thread is in the archive yet. I can also post the first story if that would help too, but there's no plot or anything, so it's not important to the grand scheme of things. To say that these stories have been difficult to come by might be sugarcoating it. Up until a few years ago, I had always assumed that my grandmother’s family was filled with a bunch of alcoholics or petty criminals. Something vaguely tragic but hardly interesting enough to warrant juicy gossip. Asking after them would usually make my already cold grandmother clam up and either deliver a smack to the wrist or tell you to go play in the yard (read: in traffic). Recently though, she’s started to open up about her strange past. I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe she realized that after all these years of running from it, that world has finally died off. Maybe she’s actually begun to look back at her life and miss what she had. I don’t really know, and I guess it’s not that important. What is important for you, /x/, is that my grandmother ran away from the circus. And not just any circus. She ran away from a travelling medical show. As always, I make no claims toward the truth behind these stories. Most of these are cobbled together from my great grandfather Max’s journal and the notes of his brother Arthur. Max may or may not have been somewhat of a drunk, and Arthur really only wrote about things his good nature and soft heart would never allow him to speak out loud. My grandmother gave my brother and me these journals a few summers ago, and I was hoping to get some scanned pages for you, but if I keep waiting for my brother to do that, you may never get to hear these stories. What I do know for certain is that these people did exist. I’ve changed around some of the names and locations to protect those involved because it’s surprisingly easy to Google them. So whether or not you choose to believe Max’s stories, know that he is real, as is the show and the performers mentioned. The only thing I’m adding are some adjectives, transitions, and the supporting details my researching drummed up. The stories included are only a few from the years and years they spent on the road. These are the ones I find most /x/-related and in some cases most disturbing. I’ll start before my grandmother was born. If you like these stories, I’ll continue. If not, that’s fine too. While I’m no expert on anything relating to circuses or performances therein, here is what I know. Max and Arthur were brothers. Max was a bear of a man who spent his youth winning boxing championships and had hands so fast his favorite game was to dodge the hammers of men driving tent stakes into the ground. Arthur was more sensitive, a gifted musician and talented gymnast. Both were absolute gentlemen and both loved to put on a show. The brothers somehow fell in with a man who went by the name of Doctor DuMonde (like the café in New Orleans). The Doc, as they called him, was likely not a real doctor, but he prided himself in his travelling show of medical wonders. The show featured acupuncture, herbal remedies, medical oddities, and the usual circus acts to catch the less scientifically minded. Arthur and Max performed as magicians, acrobats, clowns, assistants, barkers, and anything else the doc needed, while other performers included an amazing trick rider, a man who performed with bears and dogs, a sword swallower/fire breather, and a psychic. Over their years together, DuMonde came to appreciate the fact that Max and Arthur’s many talents made them valuable allies, while the brothers came to appreciate the fact that the Doc was a couple rings short of a circus. Doc was forever hunting down medical oddities, if not to recruit them then to at least examine them. While he may not have held a medical degree, by the end of his life, no one could claim they knew more about the abject horrors the human body could produce. So when Max answered a knock on his wagon one early August morning, his stomach had good reason to lurch with unease. “Max, my boy,” Doc greeted. “We have an errand to run.” If you need a title, you can call this one “The Doctor’s Orders” or “What became of that unfortunate soul.” Unlike the larger circuses that dominated the railroads, the little medical show still puttered along in the old ornate wagons and trailers. This made travel much harder but allowed for the doctor to make his own curious, meandering paths. Max often wondered how his life had been hitched to every whim of this strange little man, but as Arthur reminded him, if he really cared that much they could have just quit. This particular detour had led them to a small town in eastern Iowa. A brutal drought left the fields near scorched, and summer heat made the small crowds sluggish and irritable. The morning sun had only just begun to crawl up above the treetops and already Max felt his shirt clinging to him. The Doc wore his standard three piece suit and kept time with a polished cane. The old man rarely ever showed the wear and tear of the roads. Probably because his trailer had an icebox. As they made their way on foot, DuMonde informed Max that this was a house call. He was responding to a letter mailed by a desperate family seeking help for their unfortunate child. And why had he brought the former boxing champ along? Simple a precaution, rest assured. The young man had his doubts, but the farm house they were aiming for was no more run down than any other lonesome homestead in the middle of nowhere. As they approached, a solitary donkey sounded the alarm, and his braying brought the owner of the house out the door. He was a short, stout man with a weathered face and an unnaturally tired look. Max thought he saw others peering through the windows at them, but after very brief introductions, they were lead away from the house and over to a storm cellar. “Heard about you coming to Des Moines last season,” the man explained. “Thought you might be able to do something about this.” He threw back the cellar doors and led them down into the darkness. It was difficult to see much of anything with nothing but the morning light shining in to guide them. The stench down below was unreal. The unmistakable odor of rotting meat and feces reminded him of neglected monkey he had once seen locked in a barren cage. The only thing that kept him from gagging was the fear that the smell would get into his mouth, and even the decorous doctor covered his nose with a handkerchief. Once Max’s eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he realized there was a pile of badly stained blankets near the wall to their left amidst piles of dung and fly-ridden scraps he couldn’t identify. The farmer took a rake that had been resting near the stairs and poked at the lump. The thing that shot out from beneath the blankets was such a confusing flurry of limbs that even Max had a hard time understanding what he was seeing. It was human, though really only by technicality. The boy crawled about on four twisted limbs, but a fourth and fifth leg jutted out from his midsection and right thigh respectively. Though shriveled, these forgotten appendages twitched and flexed as he scurried about. His mouth was torn by a severe cleft palette, though that didn’t stop him from hissing and snapping with teeth grown long and somehow sharp like rodent incisors. He was naked but covered in sores, growths, mud, shit, and rust colored stains Max didn’t want to think about. One eye bulged out slightly, causing it to look off in a different direction, though the odd shape to the iris raised doubts over its ability to see anyway. The boy darted wildly to the end of the rope that had been tied around his neck and presumably anchored somewhere out of sight. He nearly choked himself trying to reach for the three men, and when that didn’t work, he resorted to spitting and finally pissing at them. “Don’t have a right mind,” the farmer said as he stepped away from the spray. “It’s our second boy, but you can see why we keep it down here. Eats just about anything and doesn’t do much but raise hell. Killing it would be a sin against the Lord though.” Max had to hold his tongue to keep from asking what that made keeping the boy alive down there. “Very unfortunate,” DuMonde agreed. He kept his face covered with the handkerchief, but leaned in as close as he could without getting hit. For a terrifying moment, Max thought the Doc might actually take the boy. While he understood wanting to put it out of its misery, accepting the thing instead meant trying to integrate it into the show. And that meant Max would have to deal with it. “I am sorry,” DuMonde said finally. “While this is a very sad case, I’m afraid I have no room for such a child in my show.” “What?” the farmer asked. His look of detached exhaustion gave way to a visible wave of grief and then rage. “You said you handled this kind of thing! You take these monsters off those folks’ hands! Now take this away!” The man’s rising tone made his son launch into a frenzy of yowling and jumping. Max was more focused on the rake the farmer was brandishing, however. He stepped between the farmer and the doctor and took in a deep inhale. He instantly regretted doing so, but at least it puffed out his chest and straightened his spine. The farmer was no weakling by the looks of him, but Max was well over six feet and nothing but muscle. He stared the man dead in the eyes. “Now, the doctor said there was nothing we can do. We’re real sorry about your son, but that’s all there is to it. If you don’t mind, we’ll be going now.” Max let his words hang in the foul air between them for a moment before waving his hand for the man to lead them out. The farmer looked as though he might argue but swallowed whatever bile he had brewing and said not a word to them as they took their leave. The only response a farewell from the Doc got was a spit straight into the dust. The pair got the message and wasted no time getting back on the road and putting the house far behind them. “Such a shame,” DuMonde murmured as the safety of their tents slowly came into view. “Such a poor, poor child.” “I’m glad you didn’t take it though,” Max admitted. “I would have made you carry that thing back.” If the story ended here, I’m sure that everyone would have had a good laugh, learned a little something, and the credits could roll safely. Obviously, that’s not the case. This wasn’t nearly the last time Max and DuMonde had to deal with the Unfortunate. Their troubles were only beginning. The next night, Arthur was called to the ticket booth by one of the few roadies that travelled with them. Max was tied up helping with the bears, and DuMonde had no interest in dealing with the ordinary nuisances of running the show. He approached the depressingly short line and was directed to a wooden box sitting off to one side. “A wagon rolled up and dumped it off here,” the roadie explained. “They ran off before we could stop them. Thing split open and some kind of animal jumped out, but crawled off into the bushes faster than we could catch it.” “What kind of animal?” Arthur asked, but the roadie only shrugged. “Didn’t get a good look. It didn’t look like a dog though. Too big to be a cat. One lady said it might have been a person, but who knows.” “Box’s firewood then, I guess,” Arthur replied. Secretly he hoped it was a monkey. Arthur loved monkeys and never did understand why their show had horses, mules, bears, birds, and dogs but not a single monkey, especially now that Ringling had Gargantua the Gorilla. Later in the evening once everything had closed down for the night, he mentioned this to Max. Max went pale and stared at his brother as if the young man had grown a third eye. “Was it a person? Did they see? Was there a man in that wagon?” “I’m sure there was a man in the wagon,” Arthur answered. “Someone had to drive it.” Max was in no mood to argue with his brother. Instead he rushed off to DuMonde’s trailer, and Arthur followed close at his heels demanding to know what was going on. When Max gave a hurried explanation, Art shut up and helped pound on the Doc’s door. Dumonde listened to their concerns with his usual stone-faced quiet. When they finished, the older man smoothed out his heavily waxed moustache and nodded. “Gather the dogs. Tell the young ladies to remain in their wagons. Search the area for it, but if you find nothing, then I suppose we have nothing to worry about. “ Max roused Carl, the dog and bear trainer. Carl was a short man who loved alcohol and had been occasionally accused of letting his beloved bears drink with him. His dogs came in all shapes in sizes, and though he insisted during the act they were all purebreds, he had once admitted to Arthur they were nothing more than strays he couldn’t possibly turn away. They gathered up the four largest mutts and a couple of guns, and met up with the other roadies Arthur had called out. The only woman among them was Ellen the token bearded lady who was probably at least as strong as half the men there and refused to be left out of the fun. “We’re looking for…something,” Max tried to explain. “You’ll know it when you see it. Just be careful.” “That narrows it down,” Arthur muttered helpfully. They took up lanterns and fanned out through the brush surrounding the campgrounds. They’d taken up temporary residence in a lightly wooded area on the outskirts of the small town. Much to Max’s dismay there were plenty of places for an evil little monster to hide, and every rushing bush or snapping twig made him jump a good foot in the air. He wasn’t entirely sure what the boy could actually do to them, but the pit that was weighing down his stomach told him nothing good could come from this situation. Unfortunately, he didn’t have to wait long to find out. Two men’s screams shattered the nighttime stillness, and Max and Carl went racing towards whoever was yelling. One voice rose above the other in obvious agony, and the pair tore through the bushes fueled by instinctive panic. They arrived close behind another search group, but that didn’t stop Max from nearly getting clubbed by a hammer. “He broke my hand!” a roadie leaning against a tree wailed. “My hand!” “There was a monster on you!” the one with the hammer insisted. Max took the weapon away from him anyway. The man’s eyes were wide with shock and terror. “And then you broke my hand!” the injured man yowled. The man had more than a broken had to worry about. According to the pair, a monster had rushed out of the bushes and attacked the man, clawing like a monster and ripping a good chunk out of his arm. In an effort to save his friend, the roadie had swing blindly but was too slow to connect with the creature and instead had shattered the poor victim’s hand. “You think that thing had rabies or something?” the roadie asked Max as they dragged him back to the camp. “You think I’m gonna get sick?” Max thought back to the conditions the boy had been held in and didn’t have the heart to tell the man about it. He ordered everyone else back to the camp. Searching the brush in the dead of night was just going to get more people hurt or worse. Instead they opted to lock doors, sleep with guns, and get the hell out of this place as soon as dawn hit. With all the yelling and nervous energy in the air, every animal in the show was riled up beyond hope and the humans weren’t all that much better. Max and Arthur found themselves sitting up in their trailers, playing cards and casting nervous glances out the window. “Why would they dump that thing on us?” Arthur asked. “Because they’re cowards,” Max replied. “They’re probably hoping we’ll kill it for them, and then we can go to hell instead.” “Is it really that bad?” his brother asked. “You can let me know if you get a good look at it,” was all Max would say. Some time after midnight they had both managed to dose off. Max was fading in and out of restless dreams, and the incessant barking of Carl’s dogs kept jarring him back to the waking world. He had almost gone under for the last time when a sudden sharp yelp of pain and vicious growling made him leap out of his bed and grab his gun. Both he and Art flew out of their trailer, but though they were the closest and first to respond, they were already too late. In the moonlight the Unfortunate was even more hideous than in the dark of the cellar. Its twisted spine heaved and pressed unnatural ridges against its skin, and the greasy, patchy hair on its head hung in oily ropes down to its shoulders. What skin wasn’t covered in blood and filth was a sickly white-gray, and its vestigial limbs were flicking wildly at the air. The monster had gotten one of the small dog’s cages open, and it was in the process of ripping the poor animal to shreds. When the boy jerked his head up to look at the brothers, the dog’s neck tore with a wet, meaty rip. The animal continue to try to yelp, but the only sound it could make were gurgling, trembling gasps as it shook and bled out. Max was too stunned to quickly read his gun, but another figure was on the scene. Carl took one look at what the boy had done to his beloved dog, and the little man’s face actually grew red with wild fury. While the Unfortunate was distracted by the brothers, Carl took the opportunity to jump onto its back. The thing thrashed and howled, trying to buck the man off or at least get in a good gouging bite, but this was a trainer who routinely wrestled bears, both friendly and not. Carl bellowed out obscenities and slammed the boy’s misshapen skull into the remains of the cage, and when those gave way from the pummeling, he pounded the monster into the earth instead. There was finally a sickening crack as the Unfortunate’s skull split from the force. When Max and Arthur finally dragged Carl off the boy, only his frail, shrunken limbs still flexed reflexively at the night air. By this time the whole camp was awake and watching the commotion. Doctor DuMonde made his way through the small crowd too look upon the remains of the fight. There was still a strip of the small dog’s neck between the boy’s rodent-like teeth, and Carl was now covered in blood and whatever else had been on the child. He was panting and staring at the body of his pet, making no effort to fight the brothers as they pulled him away. Pools of human and animal blood soaked into the dry ground beneath them. “What a shame,” DuMonde said, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry, Carl. Max, when you get a moment, carry the body to my office if you please.” The Doctor’s office was a wagon where he held many of his exhibits. At least the ones that weren’t living. The walls were lined with shelves filled with glass jars and odd creatures pinned to the walls like grotesque butterflies. There were some workers who refused to set foot in the place, but after so many years the brothers had grown accustomed to the good doctor’s collection. Max had to wrap the corpse in a blanket to avoid touching the filth, and ignoring the smell and the unpleasant stiffening setting in by the time he gathered the courage to pick the monster up was no easy task. The Doctor, however, could not have been more pleased. Not two days later, the stuffed and posed corpse had a place of honor on the wall behind his desk.

#creepypasta #horror microfiction

[fyrapartnersearch]

Looking for a dedicated long term sci-fi partner for discord, kik,hangouts or google docs.

Hello everyone! Hope you’re having awesome days/nights/afternoons or whatever other time it may be for you! I’m just your average twenty year old rper whose come looking for something specific this time. I’ve been craving to do something sci-fi that preferably has a healthy dose of aliens, laser guns, space ships, space, more laser guns (you can never have to many lasers) and an awesome story. I’ve put together three little ideas that I thought would be nice samples for anyone interested to take a look at so they can get an idea as to what I may be looking for or what we may do when we rp. Remember these are just samples, we do not have to rp them and I’m more than happy to listen to and do the ideas of my partners. Voltron: legend of the fallen Voltron: defender of the universe was the mightiest and most powerful robot in existence. Over ten thousand years of age the battle hardened warrior fought hand to hand with zarkon’s robeasts and many other monsters. Voltron was the universes only current robot capable of doing such things though which was where the worry occurred and the idea to remedy that first spurred. With careful consideration, a few arguments courtesy of lance and Keith as well as encouragement from commander holt the proposal was put forward: train the current and new cadets how to fly animal shapes space ships, that is ships that were like voltrons lions, so that they had a backup should voltron ever be unable to fight. Surprisingly for the paladins, galaxy garrison approved of the idea. Within three days the plan was in motion. The cadets were to build robotic animal companions that would be the animal ship they built and flew, it was to be a way of strengthening the bond between pilot and ship. (This takes place roughly after season 6, after the Galra invasion has been cleared from planet earth. Zarkon and lotor are a live therefor Haggar hasn’t gone crazy with her reality destroying plan. While the paladins and other canon characters will be in this and are playable, please keep in mind that they are not there for the purpose of being shipped but for the role they play as teachers in the rp. We will be oc’s who will be cadets who are very close to graduation. The rp will consist of mixed lore from voltron defender of the universe, voltron force and voltron legendary defender as well as some thing other things I’ve come up with for the rp.) Project rehabilitation Many many years into the future, about the 25th century, it was discovered that the galaxy humans occupied for so long was merely one little lick of what lay beyond it. Thanks to advanced technology, extensive studies of human biology and space humans were able to colonise many planets beyond their solar system just in time for the 31st century. Six years of achievements were celebrated regularly. The biggest hurdle to colonising planets beyond earth where the aliens that inhabited the planets. Through very careful tactics, negotiating and trust building a peace pact was formed so that humans and aliens could harmlessly live alongside each other. Despite the acceptance from most people from both races, there were steal trouble makers and extremists. Human criminals weren’t much of a worry.....alien ones were a exception since they were unpredictable and there was still so much scientists did not know about them. This was where project rehabilitation came in, project rehabilitation was aimed at particularly dangerous alien criminals who held a class five or higher threat to society. Many feared what happened beyond the walls, for all they knew no one came back out of them alive. (In this rp I’m an alien criminal who has been captured and taken to the facility, you can be a human, alien or whatever you want. There’s lots of room for creativity in this rp and I encourage you to absolutely pelt me with ideas) A spaceship called legacy The legacy is a ship that’s flown through space since it’s maiden voyage in 2356. Fast forward to the year 2578 and the ship is still going. What makes the legacy such a legend is the mystery of its original voyage destination. Long ago explorers set the legacy on a course that was never followed, the ship came back with no survivors. Some believed that they’d been killed by an unknown menace, others believed something must’ve happened onboard. Regardless the legacy was still used, such a ship could not afford to go to waste despite the myths behind it. The legacy’s current captain had been gifted with the goal to search for other planets that would serve uses to the human race and the aliens they had pledged allegiance too. (I’ve left this one open as it’s yet again another scenario that has the potential for creativity to really get flowing) I hope you all enjoy my samples. Down below is a list of requirements that any potential partners must fulfil before messaging me for a roleplay. 1: you must be literate, write in the third person, have decent spelling and grammar and write at least five or six well fleshed out sentences . One worders, one liners, frequent very bad typos and poorly fleshed out sentences are a big no for me. Occasional typoese I can handle but not constant. 2: you must be 18+ (I will not rp with anyone who isn’t at least eighteen). I’m twenty, rping with someone under 18 (especially since I rp mature themes that aren’t m rated) would get me into very big trouble. No amount of “oh I’m old enough in my country” or “I’m not old enough but I don’t mind” is going to convince me to rp with a minor. 3: I do not care whether you rp as a human/alien/animal/anthro/furry/kangawallafox/ etc. I do care that you rp as a character who isn’t just a Mary Sue/Gary Stu/ op/is just a copy paste of my character or another character/is flawless/overly submissive/overly dominant/only made of flaws/is just you or a self insert and a godmodder. I don’t expect you to come to the rp with a character in hand but I do expect you to be able to create a decent one. 4: you must be able to post once a day or more at the very most and once or more a week at the very least. Any longer and I’ll assume interest has been lost or you’re ghosting me. 5: please do not approach me asking for a fandom rp (voltron is a fandom and it’s currently the only one I will do at the moment apart from lion king) that isn’t related to the example I’ve given or what characters I ship. I’m not a fan of the whole shipping thing for many reasons, it doesn’t mean I won’t allow it but I will express concern if you become too focused on it. Please also do not approach me asking for a rp that isn’t sci-fi as it’s what I’m looking to do at the moment. 6: you must be comfortable writing with/as non human characters/characters with disabilities/etc. you must also be okay with lgbt+ stuff, dark themes, adult themes and nsfw (I do not fade to black). 7: please do not message me saying you want an rp then never answer me again, I don’t accept ghosters and I will not stick around if I find out you’re ghosting me. 8: if something is wrong please tell me! I always try to remedy anything that may be wrong but I won’t know the problem till you’ve spoken it. 9: do not control my characters or dictate their actions. What my characters do/think/hear/smell/see/taste/feel/ etc is up to me to decide. 10: please make sure this is something you have time for. Life comes first but please do not message me if you know you’re going to be swamped by work or other important life things as I do not want yet another message of “I’m so sorry but I cannot rp like I thought I would be able to”. I get this message too often from well meaning people who get swamped by work and cannot rp even if we haven’t started. I know it’s no ones fault but it does get disheartening. 11: you must have discord/kik/hangouts or google docs. I will not rp on any other platform? Not too much to ask for right? Down below is a list about me. 1: I’m literate, write in the third person and stick to the at least five or six lines rule. 2: I’m twenty, hence why I will not rp with anyone who isn’t at least 18. 3: I only rp male characters but I’m open to same sex pairings. The gender of your character or your real life gender doesn’t matter to me. 4: I prefer to play as non human characters unless requested to be a human character. 5: I do not have face claims or pictures for my characters. I only have descriptions. Please do not ask me for pictures or face claims. 6: I live in the eastern Australian time zone, your time zone will not matter to me and I’m available almost every hour of the day provided I’m not sleeping or doing something else. 7: I’m okay with romance but it must be slow burn only and not forced. I don’t do love at first sight or fast paced romance. If you force romance on me I will leave. My characters will be less likely to imitate romance in any situation (they tend to be switches in everything and slightly submissive and unsure when it comes to romance.). Please do not force any kinks on me if I’ve expressed discomfort at the thought of doing them and I do not do top/bottom dynamics, only switch dynamics. Give me a slow burn forbidden romance as a secondary plot and I’ll happily have romance in the rp. 7: I do not want to be the one who comes up with all the ideas, brainstorming with partners is one of the things I enjoy most about rp’s. For all those who have read this post thank you! My contacts are down below. My discord is: tiberionsunsconqourer#6187 My kik is: Tiberionconqueror My email (you’ll need this for hangouts and google docs) is: lleo52560 Can’t wait to rp with anyone interested!

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