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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 months

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Seven: Tuesday

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Moon Boys x F!Reader

Summary: You’re a workaholic, but now that you’re on a week’s vacation, your lives are going to take FULL advantage of your presence aka the Moon Boys keep you in bed for a whole week.

Warning: smut - oral (m receiving), p in v

A/N: i often think about this gif...

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The majority of your Monday was spent with Marc. It was clear that he missed you. With you working, you only saw each other when you came home, exhausted from the day. After breakfast, you had spent more time in bed with him.

Now it's Tuesday and you're woken up by something rubbing against you from behind. You look over your shoulder and you see Marc..no..you look at the shirt he's wearing. Marc usually sleeps shirtless. So this is Steven. You supposed he must've woken up at some point and put on a shirt while you slept.

"Steven," you whisper his name, rolling over to face him.

You place your hand on his cheek, saying his name louder, "Steven, honey."

He moans your name softly, "Y/N, fuck," he's clearly having a very interesting dream, with you as the main star.

You softly smile and lightly push Steven's shoulder back so he's laying on his back. That seems to wake him up because he's scrunching his face and eyes fluttering open, "Wh-What? Lovey? What's going on?"

You chuckle, "You tell me, Steven. You humping my leg like a dog in heat."

"Bollocks, I'm sorry, lovey. It's, well, my dream-"

You crawl over and sit yourself right onto Steven. You feel his cock is hard underneath you, "What were you dreaming about?" you cock your head to the side, "I imagine you dreamt of me since you were moaning my name."

"Ye-Yeah. Um, it wasn't really a dream, per se, more like a memory."

"Oh?"

"That time you visited me at the museum during your lunch and we-we, um-"

"I sucked your cock in the storage room, yeah. I remember."

Steven gulps, "Yeah. So, that-that's what I was dreaming about."

You nod, "Good dream. But," you then crawl back so you're more settled on Steven's legs. You lean down, pressing a kiss to wear his clothed cock is, "how about you have the real thing instead?"

"Okay. Yeah, sure."

You chuckle, "I love how you still act so shy during times like this. It's so cute." You pull down his boxers only enough to free his cock. The tip was already leaking.

You swirl the tip with your finger and Steven's breath hitches, "Fuck," he mumbles.

You giggle and then pull him into your mouth. You suck his tip teasingly and then pull him out, tongue swirling around the head.

Steven's hands clench at his sides. Despite you having sex with Steven several times, he's still apprehensive about putting his hands on you. So you take one of his hands and place it on your head, giving him the okay to do what he pleases.

His other hand reaches out and he holds your head in both hands. He holds you in place while he bucks his hips up and down, cock bobbing in and out of your mouth.

"That's it," he moans, his eyes closing and moth falling open. He thrusts all the way up, hitting the back of your throat. He then pulls back and you let out a gasp, a string of saliva falling from your lips.

You then slap Steven's hands away and take him in yours. You pump your hand up and down his length and then take him in your mouth again.

You watch him as he completely melts under your touch.

"S-Shit, Y/N. I'm close."

You pull away and the loss of contact makes Steven groan in dismay. He runs a hand over his damp face.

You sit back and smirk, "Can you finish off in me instead?"

He's nodding in excitement, "Gods, yes, please."

You climb back onto him and take him back into your hand. You slowly lower yourself onto his cock and you sit there for a bit, enjoying the feeling of him inside you.

You let out a deep breath and look down at Steven, "Ready?"

He nods and you start moving your hips back and forth. Steven's hands go to your hips, gripping them like his life depended on it. You rest your hands against his chest, bracing yourself as you lift yourself off him and falling back more and more.

"Y/N, shit. Lovey, gonna cum. Can I cum please?"

"Go ahead, honey. Fill me up."

He lets out a guttural moan as he cums, you feel him fill you up as you continue to ride him. His fingers dig into you until they suddenly grow slack, his arms falling to his sides.

You pause, leaning down and pecking your love's lips, "Good morning."

"Great morning, you mean," he responds, his voice a little raspy.

You chuckle and move to climb off him, but he stops you, "Actually, can I stay in for a bit?"

"Sure. Can I lay on my side though? I feel like I'm gonna cramp this way."

Steven nods and takes hold of you, carefully guiding you onto the bed while still remaining inside you.

You use your arm as a pillow and face Steven. He has a light smile on his lips. You run your finger down the bridge of his nose and boop him. He snorts and then softly kisses you, "I adore you, lovey."

"I know. I adore you too, Steven."

You two remain there until you've deemed it time to separate.

The two of you then head to the shower where Steven makes up for you not cumming.

Your Tuesday started off just as well as your Monday did.

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #moon boys x reader #smut #f!reader #female!reader #fem!reader

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organizationhimself · 1 year

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just kinda having some thinky thoughts about how dark road totally rewired eraqus's character and what a phenomenal job they did.

like here's your problem you have. you need to take this cloistered old man who raised his students in the jedi way, somehow put up with Old Man Villainy being That Way presumably on the regular, lost every last iota of his shit and turned on the Apocalypse Child he adopted as well as his surrogate son who was infested with The Evil (which the series has long established as not necessarily being good or bad without context) to say nothing of the headtrip he gave his direct heir, and you need to reduce him to a version of himself as a child that is. like. fun. someone who has a genuine friendship with xehanort and is regarded by xehanort as someone who is a "sly fox," i.e. not the sort of buffoon who tests for mastery of the keyblade by child-proofing some orbs of light.

where do you even begin?

YOU TRAUMATIZE THE UNGODLY HELL OUT OF HI--okay i'm getting ahead of myself, let's start with principles.

because eraqus is principled. he believes really firmly in the light in a way that's nearly sora-adjacent in its intensity, but the thing is that sora has this flexibility that eraqus was simply not raised to appreciate. yes, nomura, we understand you like the bright sunshine one and the wry brooding one, you did it with sora and riku, god knows what you did to axel's spine to fit him into the sunshine kid's mold next to isa as brooding anti-crybaby, and now we're doing the same thing to eraqus. ok. i love it when you're optimistic, let's do it.

so first we need confidence. easy; he's a smug little rich kid. worked for riku didn't it? (source: kh1 manga, and the fact that you cannot convince me anyone can maintain a kid with that build on a budget) but we also need to see how dark road changed him as a person. let's contrast his uptight stick-up-his-ass future with a present day class clown who doesn't take things seriously; a headstrong fighter who jokes that he'll just run away. and hey speaking of emotional damage, let's start easing into the inevitable terrible, horrific, unspeakable traumas we're going to visit on this defenseless creature with a little one as a treat:

HIT HIM RIGHT IN THE GRANDPA.

and there you go! we now have a source for eraqus's rejection of the darkness that is not simply a function of his career as a jedi keyblade master, but has an actual personal experience he can point back to in order to say "hey, darkness is the pits!! here is why." it sets the stage early for him to be already butting heads with xehanort, who takes a much more flexible look at the worlds and the way they work and is more willing to view things from the perspective that he is not an authority on the moral peculiarities of whatever world he is currently inhabiting.

xehanort is also a child of destiny [citation needed]. an isolated visitant who was born for finer things but never slept a day in his life without waking up with sand in his mouth until he reached out and took his fate in his bare hands and let it drag him all the way to scala.

where he met the blueblooded child of a keybearing legacy thousands of years in the making, just like his.

and suddenly what you have are unwitting equals. we're ready to set them both up at the chess board; eraqus's legacy is plain, he moves first and he makes no apologies for it because it's his birthright. but xehanort's half of the board is still buried in shadow, implied but never stated, never surrendered to eraqus's probing questions or revealed by his moves, but already aimed at a clash with destiny, fated, inevitable.

shall we say, already written.

and this is brilliant!! now we have a source for our "sly fox," a reason for xehanort to be extremely familiar with the way eraqus thinks (and not to star wars on main but the obi-wan kenobi series did something really similar to this narratively by using anakin and obi-wan's familiarity with each others' fighting styles to predict the actions they would take in a situation, and i will actually never be over it in my life, absolutely stealing it for a xehaqus fic sometime, just shamelessly mugging ewan mcgregor in the street for that solid gold good shit). not only that, but we also have an explanation for xehanort's motivations as described by kh3. he is not looking at the fight from the perspective of one of the pawns; he is looking at the fight as a player, deciding which pawn gets taken. selecting which rook to sacrifice in exchange for the queen.

and eraqus is opposite him, doing the exact same thing (sort of, kh3 was a little cerebral with that), but there's an important difference here that we'll come back to later on.

so, okay. we have a vague outline in the shape of a sunshine kid now. he has confidence tied to his role in society, his legacy gives him perspective, his trauma ensures that he will one day calcify against the darkness with such emphasis that he will unwittingly pad the therapy bills of an entire generation. so far so good.

but uh, yeah, his kids? he fights them? like okay, axel has his differences with his kids too but he's not trying to kill them (mostly). eraqus really definitely for real is, and ven is defenseless. so that'ssss...hard to square with the sunshine kid we're building, nomura, how do we explain that? we really can't handwave it as amnesia this time, we're not working with ansem the wise here.

(BALDR. BALDR IS HOW--

ok but wait wait wait, before we even get to baldr, there's something we can do:

make eraqus impulsive.

and i mean impulsive. make eraqus spoil for a fight with so much unmitigated howler monkey energy that he will fight his friends just to vent. (this isn't even a unique thing, riku and xion and even sora do it all the time, and we're not here to talk about ven's crimes against miners but it's clear that violence is a spoken language in kh.) eraqus is fluent, so we're making it so that all of eraqus's intensity and passion can be focused on a single point if xehanort pushes exactly the right switches in his head.

and then, y'know, yeah. make baldr slaughter all of his classmates, several of them right in front of him, because of unchecked darkness and baldr's own inability to see past his own grief and resentment for long enough to understand that all he's really doing is inflicting his own suffering on other people in a murderstorm of nihilism and bitterness. unrelenting trauma conga line, check.

and now we have almost all the elements. eraqus's principles can't allow him to accept darkness, both because his grandfather was lost to it and because it left him (by all accounts a bourgeois slacker at the bottom of his class, someone vidar doesn't even consider as a candidate for one of the lights despite what baldr has to say about eraqus as a light source) one of the only survivors of an event that completely resculpted his life and community. time to pack him off to the jedi temple land of departure to be least okayest teacher of the year, right?

well...no. we need eraqus to wait.

because he doesn't take on students. and doesn't, and doesn't, for decades. first he fights xehanort, and as we have established he is spoiling for that fight (white moves first!). and then when xehanort finally visits him to drop off that half-dead kid he found (ven was like that already shhh), he's kind of like politely like "oh, you have apprentices. they seem...bright," like he's congratulating eraqus on finally reaching a life stage that eraqus should have hit approximately 50 years ago, and eraqus is like "yeah yeah whatever shut up anyway YOU'VE got one too now right." (yen sid talks about the role of "seeker" like it's a different thing from "keyblade master" so that's where i'm extrapolating this distinction from, but regardless i don't think anyone ever seriously expected xehanort to take on students.)

my point here is that eraqus waited until the last possible opportunity to take on students. to carry on the legacy that was so important to him as a child, and to re-experience the closest thing to the camaraderie he had as a keybearer-in-training that he could ever have back. that is how impactful baldr's actions were for eraqus.

i'm veering completely into speculation now but i think eraqus was terrified. how could he not be? his class wasn't even taking the mark of mastery and still got decimated by it. how could he risk going through that again, but from odin's perspective this time? what guarantee would he ever have to avoid the same tragedy his master had failed to prevent?

so, NOW we know why eraqus's mark of mastery was a handful of light pinatas and a duel. (i like to think xehanort felt a certain level of professional embarrassment for him and wanted to make it just a little more like a real challenge.)

(this is a sidebar and i'm going to talk about my other blorbo for a second but terra has a beautiful dream of being a sly manipulator. that's why he doesn't worry about investing himself in villain schemes, because he assumes he'll see the snare coming before he gets his head caught in it, but it's never coming from directly in front of him like he expects. so this is a dream that will never come true, but he has it, and i think given what we knew about eraqus as early as blank points, its only possible source is a master who was strict and exacting, but--very occasionally--also a sly fox who secretly delighted in his students' nascent abilities to surprise and outwit him.)

back to the trauma, we also have, obviously, the explanation for eraqus's attitude towards terra, and later ven. terra is a tragedy in slow motion that eraqus has seen happen before. baldr was unable to control his darkness; it overwhelmed him, and eraqus does not have the context that xehanort does, that baldr was in some ways a product of his own darkness-shunning society. even if eraqus does have that context, i can't really see him agreeing with it--and even if he at one point agreed with it, he would have gotten that context from the same guy who last showed up at his house talking about kicking off the apocalypse for the vine.

so like. eraqus has never seen any damn thing in his whole life that doesn't confirm his bias against the darkness. does that make him innocent of parenting Incorrectly? no, he is a Bad Dad. does it explain his hopelessly unsuccessful parenting strategies? yes, it does.

what it reinforces is also that eraqus didn't want to have to fight terra and ven. the original bbs is honestly not very good about establishing this: he cries one Sad Tear. yawn. still child abuse, asshole! the stakes in bbs are also not very well established, because there's approximately six people in it and some of them are just the same guy over again, so we don't really have a sense that terra being taken over by the darkness is like...gonna mean something to eraqus that is sincerely worth the personal cost of killing him. since we're clearly no longer worried about ven, there aren't other students to protect (besides aqua, but she's a really hard sell on the "needs to be protected from terra with so much urgency he must not live another moment" front). there is no immediacy to ven's status as Apocalypse Child; if anything vanitas seems like the obviously more important threat, and maybe eraqus should be less concerned about weeding out students and more focused on vetting friends like Old Man So Clearly The Villain My Guy. bbs eraqus is just genuinely hard to like as a character.

but now we have dark road context.

and white moves first.

eraqus is not seeing terra or ven in that moment, he's seeing baldr. he's seeing the summoning of kingdom hearts that almost was, and he is gripped by meticulously prearranged, bone-deep, irrational, traumatized, unbridled impulse. the emotion must vent. the thing he was powerless to stop has returned to haunt him and he must resist it. he knows what will happen if terra strikes him down here and heads back out into the worlds in search of other hearts, other lights. he knows.

but terra resists, using the full spectrum of his strength without remorse, and it is only when eraqus's keyblade is ready to fall from his hand that he realizes the truth:

My own heart is darkness.

and when this happened in the original birth by sleep all i could think was yeah star wars dad!! nailed it your heart IS darkness you fuckin dillweed, about time!! what took you so long!!

but after dark road, this context is completely changed. eraqus is not just realizing that he fucked up.

he is realizing that he fucked up the exact same way baldr fucked up.

that he let his own grief and suffering cloud his judgment and guide his blade to strike out at his loved ones. that instead of finding a way to live with what's already happened to ven, what was long ago fated for terra, he turned his resentment outward and gave that darkness leave to consume them both whole.

but unlike baldr, eraqus regrets it.

it is that moment that xehanort cuts him down anyway, not because eraqus can't be saved the way baldr couldn't but because xehanort is cleaving away the last of his own attachments to the world so he can follow through with the rest of his plans, and i am SO NORMAL ABOUT THI

but okay anyway. eraqus has exactly one move left.

he can't see the board. unlike xehanort, he has no extra pieces of himself he can just bandy about; the warriors of light must assemble without any of his direct input, chasing the echoes of eraqus's students and pushing and pulling in reaction to xehanort's steady advance through the center. he has only one chance. he can't afford to waste it.

the kings are meeting in the middle of the board. the stalemate will come any moment, when they're both out of moves and out of time, leaving the fate of the worlds undecided.

and it is at this moment that eraqus pulls the same penultimate move that xehanort himself used on baldr, confronting him with the first victim his darkness ever struck down. eraqus almost doesn't have to say anything, at all, because xehanort has to know what it means. has to know what it says.

xehanort resists. the world is too far gone. too many horrible things can happen in it; it must be reset. not purged and filled with darkness, like baldr wanted, but returned to a state that can never mutate into the conditions that made baldr exist in the first place. that doomed all their classmates to die. it's too late.

For us, perhaps...but not for them.

and now we go back to the distinction.

the thing that makes xehanort's chess game different from eraqus's is that, for xehanort, it's only chess. the pieces he's moving have ceased to exist in his mind as individuals. they are pawns on a line of white and black squares, and they may weave away from his will here or there but they cannot be swayed from their march.

eraqus never forgets.

and it's actually eraqus's capacity for forgiveness that i haven't even touched on yet. this isn't a word i ever expected to associate with him, but eraqus spends dark road forgiving. five minutes after any altercation he's already forgotten about it. name-calling. arguments. rejection. opposition. full-on fighting.

murders.

when xehanort kills baldr, eraqus is still calling out for him to stop. when xehanort later strikes out at him with darkness (the thing eraqus is scared of the most!!), permanently disfiguring him, eraqus has already forgiven him before seeing him the next time in person.

he does not forget that baldr is a person in spite of his darkness, and eraqus doesn't want him to be killed for it. that terra is a person in spite of his darkness, and eraqus doesn't want to see it consume him. that ven is a person in spite of the darkness that was cleaved from him, and eraqus doesn't want to see it return.

(if you think about it the real tragedy is that we were robbed of him looking aqua in the eye and telling her that she isn't tainted forever, that it did not take her, and even if it had, that will always, always matter less than her finding her way back. i refuse to believe terra was not already made aware of these facts.)

but he also does not forget that xehanort is not a faceless player in the skies, impossible to convince of the significance of a pawn; he remembers that xehanort, too, is still a person.

this point is important because eraqus's last move is not a checkmate (I KNOW HE SAYS CHECKMATE but it is not checkmate), but it is calculated to produce something else: a concession. he doesn't need the board to support his win or xehanort's loss; he needs the player on the other side to put down the pieces and follow his beacon out of the dark.

and that is how nomura shows us our sunshine kid at last, fully formed, as he takes xehanort's burdens from him and spirits them both well beyond the reach of the board.

anyway yeah microwaving him in my brain along with axel (and also roxas and terra because if i don't collect all my blorbos AND their hot mess dads i'll never fill out my pokedex).

#eraqus #xehanort #kingdom hearts dark road #khdr #xehaqus #i would apologize for the length if i were sorry

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mxtantrights · 1 year

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the chemistry read

this is a snippet from the famous dc!au that started with The Greatest Hits [read here] you don’t have to read it but a lot of things would make sense if you do! hope you enjoy.

Admittedly, you shouldn't give into peer pressure. It does nothing for you in the end except show others that you can be bent to their will. But that will being your fan base is a whole other thing.

You had to prove to your fans that you could deliver right?

"What are you planning over there?" Jason asks.

You look up from your phone. He's sprawled out on the lounge seat by your side. God he looks good but you've told him that when he woke up this morning and when he was making your breakfast. His ego could go an hour before being inflated again.

So you shrug your shoulders.

"A couple of people are saying we don't have chemistry." you answer.

You watch in real time as Jason gasps and gets up from his seat. He walks over to you with a dumbfounded look on his face. There he stands in front of you with his hands on his hips.

"We? Us? You and me? The co-stars of a big blockbuster romcom? That we?" he fires off.

The laugh works its way up from your belly to your chest.

"Yes, us. I was just trying to figure out a way to prove them wrong." you explain.

Jason bends down and the action confuses you. Until his knees hit the end of your lounge chair and he crawls his way up to you. For the love of everything holy you know the two of you haven't gotten intimate yet but you can just tell he is a master of foreplay.

As he hovers above you know you don't know what to think. You can't think. There are no words in your head except for Jason's name.

"I think I've got something." he says.

It's barely above a whisper. You don't know why. The two of you aren't in the country right now. An impromptu weekend vacation to a beach house down the coast. It's just you two here.

You go to speak but stop yourself when Jason grabs your phone. He holds it out for you to put in your passcode, even shuts his eyes when you do it. Then he takes your phone and sets up the camera to video mode.

"Chemistry read. Right here, right now." he speaks.

You look at him incredulously. A short laugh tumbles out first and then you realize that he's not joking. You smile again and set your phone against the chair side table. The camera catches you and Jason from your chests up.

"What script are we working with here? I'd like to be professional about this Mr.Todd." you ask.

"All of them. We're doing best romcom lines ever." Jason answers.

You reach over to your phone and hit record. Jason takes this time to roll back his shoulders and crack his neck. It makes you yelp and cackle like an animal. He has to reel you back into the moment.

He goes first. And boy does he make a show of it. He looks at you intensely It's the way his eyes aren't just one color that throw you off focus. Sure you couldn't think about lines before but now? Definitely not.

"You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." he repeats.

Your eyes widen and your hand clamps over your mouth. Jason laughs right along with you. You clear your throat and try to calm yourself.

Then you lean right in. You and Jason just a foot away from each other. You see the smirk on his face.

“Just shut up! Here... I wanna marry you because you're the first person I wanna look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. Because the first time that I saw these hands, I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them. But mainly, when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So, will you, um, marry me?” you spurt out.

Jason lets out a gasp. You dust your shoulder off with a bashful grin on your lips. Nodding you head to your choice of rom com.

Then Jason leans in so that your noses are touching. You can't help the way you take in a huge breath. Or the small noise you make that Jason is eating up by the way.

“You jump, I jump, remember? I can’t turn away without knowing you’ll be alright.” he says.

Titanic? No way!

You have to one-up him. You can't let him win this hypothetical challenge you've set for yourselves. No way. Realistically he reads English lit so he's going to have an advantage. But you would be damned if you went down without a fight.

“You were my new dream.” you reply.

“You complete me.” he shots back.

“You had me at hello.” you respond.

Jason lets out a warm breath and you feel it against your face. Did he just let you win? You cock your head to the side. But sure enough Jason cradles the side of your head with his hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your cheek.

Yeah he let you win. But you think back to the way he crawled up the chair to you and you think to yourself that you have already won twice. Three times if you count the fact you woke up next to him this morning.

Why not let him get a little something for his troubles?

You turn your face inward to his open palm and place a kiss to it. As you do your eyes never leave his. His eyes go wide and then soft, a downturned smile on his lips.

"Think we need to shut the camera off now."

“Why?”

“I mean I’m okay with PDA but some things are meant to be private.” he explains.

“Some things like what Jay?” you ask.

You know good and well what he’s talking about. You actually love teasing him. It’s the better part of each day you spend with him. The way he reacts.

"Things like my tongue in your mouth.” he says with a smile.

You nod your head along, “Get the camera pretty boy.”

His eyes do the thing again and he’s reaching over for the phone to hit stop.

“Yup. Got it. Got it. Getting it.” He says stretching over you and fumbling with the phone.

He hits stop and record a bunch of times. You know you’re going to find several two second videos of you and him sitting like this. You don’t care though.

All you can think about is savoring this moment. He looks hot to the touch with the sun behind him. His sunglasses in his hair. Shirtless in tropical designed swim trunks that you don’t think anyone could pull off but him.

And he is all yours.

#famous dc!au #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #Jason Todd fic #dc fic #dc imagine #dc x reader

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purple-ant · 1 month

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thank you for tagging @bolithesenate 💜

The rules: post snippets from at least one WIP you have abandoned!

i have a lot of abandoned WIPs, mostly ideas that i didn't feel the energy to pursue before losing interest and right now i'm writing on syku and beautiful comments energy so i don't think i'll be going back to them anytime soon or ever. the language in some of them is very... meh

but i really like this one!

Title: galaxy in veins

Description:

The Force binds everything, it is in the stars and their dust that forms the bones of sentients throughout the galaxy. The Jedi, connected to and drawn to the Force, carried more starlight within them than was normal in the eyes of the rest of the galaxy.

They say that even the stars go out, but how can one live in a galaxy where they are extinguished?

———

Bail knows how stars are born. How huge molecular clouds, disturbed by the surrounding space, shift and hydrogen particles press together like starved lovers. Closer and larger, until they reach collapse and begin to fall apart under their own heat. From decay comes heat, from which life is born. Not at its epicenter, but somewhere outside, not close enough to harm, not so far away as to remain indifferent.

Bail sees the birth of two, and that is all he knew and nothing else.

Padmé is a friend, ally, leader. Stellar nursery. Her heavy breathing and screams hit the walls of the room, are scattered across parsecs of space, and the asteroid rings shake as the medical droid methodically carries out its work. And now, light years later, the universe exhales, two stars illuminate the cold vacuum. Their first cries are solar flares, causing the devices to stutter. Bail can hear them even through the glass, but Obi-Wan on the other side doesn't flinch.

Padme gave all of herself to the galaxy and her last gift was a binary system. Luke and Leia.

Bail walks like a moth into the light and finds Obi-Wan. He sits hunched against the wall, in his arms there are three hundred stellar masses, no more than six kilograms. Sparkling and shimmering wings, like in a kaleidoscope, fill the room, and shadows fearfully gather outside. Nebulae pour from too many eyes, and Obi-Wan swaddles the children in them.

“We need to hide, kids,” Obi-Wan says. His voice pulses, lost in Bail's consciousness, but Luke and Leia watch, caught in the attraction. Again, too many eyes. “They are looking for light, and you are so bright,” and he hides them behind interstellar clouds, green and orange silks, too expensive to buy. “Close your eyes, like this.”

And the piercing lights dissolve like fog, the light of the wings is absorbed into the skin, hiding in the constellations of freckles. Obi-Wan exhales, turns his gaze to the children, who are too small, gods, they were just born. But maybe it’s the Force, maybe the reality of the danger that awaits beyond the hands of the Jedi, but gradually, like lanterns in the morning, the brown whirlpools disappear, the blue ones follow them.

“These too, young lady,” Obi-Wan says sternly, with a ghost of a smile, running his calloused fingers over her soft cheek. A second passes, the worlds go out. “Well done, great job, lights.”

The galaxy is spinning, the moment is passing, the children are screaming. Obi-Wan, very tired, very human, throws his head back.

“Let me save you,” Bail unfreezes and approaches the Jedi.

“Please, Bail,” Obi-Wan’s voice is hoarse, but he is in no hurry to part with either twin.

Okay, Bail can do it. He kneels in front of the Jedi, reaching for the two screaming packages.

“Your crude matter needs rest,” Bail says softly.

His friend's mind would not be at peace now. But one day, in a year or twenty, it will happen. Bail knows because he knows Obi-Wan. Not ten years, not even five, but he was there at the most desperate moment, when even the emptiness of space receded in the face of darkness, and Obi-Wan's light shrunk to a single candle. But he burned, stubbornly and against all odds. It was then, on Zigula, that Bail was pulled into his orbit.

Obi-Wan looks at Bail's hands, then at the twins. He doesn't even have the strength for consolation - the latter was laid on the obstetric table by Padme, and he is so tired of fighting with his friends. Obi-Wan slowly hands Leia and Luke over to him like crystal, and Bail accepts them like treasure. The warm supernovae in his hands continue to attack his eardrums. Perhaps the constant bickering in the Senate has made him a little less sensitive to such frequencies.

Bail leaves the room, the meddroid has prepared milk mixtures - hydrogen for the combustion of tiny blue stars, but lingers in the doorway. Turns around. The shadows return to the room, breaking through the flimsy defenses of the electric lamps, and Obi-Wan appears among them as part of the equipment. Another device that has served its purpose and is now hidden under the tarpaulin of the cloak.

“On your way, continue, senator,” it sounds next to him, and Bail doesn’t jump. His burden is too important for him to afford.

“Master Yoda,” he greets the Grand Master of the destroyed order, but his gaze is still focused on Obi-Wan.

“Care of young Obi-Wan, I will take. The younglings need your attention now.”

Bail wouldn't call his friend young. Too old for his years? Maybe. A red giant from which the outer shell was torn off, like armor, leaving it as a white dwarf. An eternity of dim light.

Bail turns his gaze to Master Yoda. He looks as old as ever. Like the one who saw the birth of the universe, held young galaxies, and then, at one moment, only planetary nebulae from dead stars remained on his old wrinkled hands.

“You are right, Jedi Master. Thank you.”

Bail walks away slowly enough to see Master Yoda approach Obi-Wan, brushing off the settled cosmic dust, and the ruined bastion shifts, gnarled fingers reaching across light years to touch another survivor.

Despite everything, there is still light in the galaxy.

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no pressure tags: @man-i-dunno @calcedon79

#wip game #this fic was my love letter to eldritch jedi #angel vibes included #i got stuck on the cody part after this and lost focus #Tatooine Husbands but your husband is closer to two suns above your head than to a human being #and you know #you always knew it #thank you charmwasjess for beta reading))

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idontwant2talk · 2 years

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i miss you more than anything [eddie munson x fem!reader]

hello i personally think we need more eddie angst but maybe I'm just a m<3sochist idk :)

summary: your ex gives you a ride home.

warnings: language, not proofread.

you usually found storms peaceful. when you're sheltered in the warmth of your room, listening to the rain hit your roof, and thunder through your shut windows. cuddled in your bed, warm, safe.

and now you're in the storm. sneakers pinching your toes as you're walking home, the cold rain drenching you, and the stupid sundress you wore. the way it clung to your body made you want to tear it off. that jerk couldn't even drive you back home after he picked an argument. fucking asshole.

you were so caught up in your head, replaying the argument with your boyfriend-- if you could even call him that anymore --that you don't notice the van pulling up next to you. the van that you quickly recognized.

the window rolls down, and when your teary eyes meet his, you're fast to look away. keeping your eyes ahead as you kept walking, more embarrassed than you should be. "y/n--" "im fine, eddie."

eddie usually wasn't great at math, but here, it wasn't hard for him to put one and one together. he knows you put on one of your dresses that he loves so much, but for him. he knows that you're crying, because of him.

eddie wouldn't mind turning his van around and giving your boyfriend a friendly visit. but you're his main priority right now.

he continues to drive slow, matching your pace. "you're gonna get sick-- let me drive you home, yeah?" if he's being honest, he didn't exactly care about your physical health, it was the sight of your sorrowed expression that worried him most.

he needs you to be with him. so he can comfort you. that's his job-- one that he assigned himself. he loves you. never stopped. even after you broke up with him.

"can you please get in? i'll drive you straight home," he tries again, you can nearly hear how desperate he is, "they won't even find out."

they. your parents that pressured you into splitting up with the boy. they don't want their star daughter who's on her way to college, dating a 20-year-old drug dealer who's still in high school. it wasn't a good look, it's an embarrassment to the family. and you let them get in your head.

you broke up with eddie the next week, leaving the man confused, and utterly heartbroken. but eddie tried to be understanding, he always thought you were too good for him. he got lucky with you. luck runs out.

he calls your voice again, noticing you're debating it. but the rain wasn't letting up, and you're practically freezing. with a dragged sigh, you stop walking, eddie pressing the brakes. not even looking at him, you make your way to the passenger side, eddie reaching over and opening the door before you got the chance to. you climb in, greeted by the low playing metal music through the speakers, and the warm air weakly coming from the vents.

it's been a month and 12 days since you've been this close to him. or you assume, not that you were keeping count. you missed his presence more than anything.

he notices your shivering, teeth nearly clattering. without hesitation, he takes off the leather jacket that seemed to always be attached to his body, and drapes it around your shoulders. "thank you," you tell him, a tight smile adorning his face.

he was so pretty. he made you safe, his chocolate eyes providing you comfort each time they looked into yours. you find yourself studying him like it's been years since you saw him, and god, it was dangerous.

you finally avert your gaze, leaning your head against the window, focusing on the droplets that race down the glass.

it's not until he begins to drive again that he speaks, and though he didn't want to pry, he couldn't help how concerned he was for you. never could. "wanna talk about it?"

you feel his gaze, but don't bring yourself to meet it. "not much to talk about," you mumble, "another day, another fight."

nothing new. guess that's what happens when you get into a relationship with someone you don't relate to, you hardly comunicate with, you dont…love.

and it frustrates the boy beside you. because you, you, deserve all the good shit in this damn world. and instead, you're stuck in this shitty town with your shitty boyfriend.

eddie simply nods, unsure of what to say, without sounding like a bitter ex. he swears he's not. he just wants what's best for you.

there's a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, the two of you silently enjoying just being with one another. it wasn't just rare, it never happens, not anymore. you tried to tell yourself it was for the best, so you could get over him. and yet, so many weeks separated, the simple thought of him kept you awake.

the familiar houses you passed daily came into view, part of you disapointed that you had to leave him already. fuck. fuck. it was just a ride home from your ex. don't be weird about it.

eddie puts the van in park when he reaches your house, tapping the steering wheel with his knuckles. you sit up, fiddling with your fingers. you're both searching for the right words to say– unsure what to say. eddie hesitates, but eventually speaks up. "i…i miss you."

you meet his saddened eyes, which matched your own. "i don't know if that's like…allowed…but i do." eddie honestly didn't want to overstep any boundaries, but he wanted to tell you something that's been bothering him. because he does miss you, e v e r y t h i n g about you, and he could go on a cheesy monologue about it. he's refraining from that, however.

"eddie…" you sigh, his confession hitting you harder than it should. because you feel the same. and you shouldn't. you can't. "no i–" he pauses, a forced sad smile on his face, "i get it."

he leans back as he looks out the window, voice barely above a whisper as he repeats, "i get it."

you chew the inside of your cheek, ripping your eyes off him and to your house. you take off your seat belt and your hand hovers over the door handle, but you can't find the simplest energy to pull it.

damn it.

"eddie?" he faces you once more, noticing you were leaning…in? and he doesn't hesitate, no, he's quick to meet your lips, the cold metal of his rings touches your skin when he holds your face. you don't know what you're doing or if it's right, but it feels right.

a familiar yet unfamiliar kiss, one you've missed, one you've quite literally dreamt about. and to both of your dismay, you pull away, but your eyes don't leave each other. and the longer you stare, you realize how fucked you are.

"i–uh…i need to go," you tell him, not waiting for him to reply as you're swiftly exiting the vehicle. all the warmth fades, even when you rush inside your suburban home. it feels as though the storm had followed you, hanging over your head with each step you take. because you didn't have the only thing that brought you comfort these days.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #stranger things imagines #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie x you #eddie munson imagines

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tatooinequeeen · 1 year

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Wherever I May Roam

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Ao3

Spotify Playlist

Triggers: fingering, consensual sex

Epilogue: Ride It Hard

True to your predictions you were late getting to Soap’s house and him and his new fiance were not at all surprised. Your hair was mussed and Ghost was wearing that sleepy satisfied grin under his mask that only you knew was there but somehow Soap could sense. After your twin declarations of love and commitment you couldn’t help but make love right there on your bedroom floor. While your sex life had been hot and heavy these past months you both felt you couldn’t get enough of one another, the electric heat that had been there from the first day had only intensified as time marched on.

Soap’s fiance whom you absolutely adore and were becoming fast besties with made a delicious meal and you were feeling over the moon kind of happy, with Ghost’s hand resting on your thigh and the conversation light and pleasant. You helped Soap with the dishes to be a courteous guest and on your way to rejoin everyone you were pulled backward into the guest bathroom by a pair of strong arms eliciting a squeak from you. “I believe you promised we could have some quick and dirty sex in Soap’s guest bathroom, love.” Ghost’s breath dances across the back of your neck, sending shivers up and down your spine. “I suppose I did say that didn’t, I?” You grind your hips back into his erection and he growls into the hair at the nape of your neck. “Naughty girl.” You keep up your assault because you know exactly what drives him wild until he can’t stand it any longer and he grabs your waist to put you up on the counter. The light in the bathroom is off so the only thing you can see is a faint silhouette of him as your eyes adjust to the dark. He runs his big hands up your thighs under the skirt of your dress to the apex of your thighs where he finds you wet and waiting. “God, how are you already this wet for me?” You preen under the praise and lean back letting him feel you. “Been thinking about this for a while, kind of thrilling knowing we could be caught at any moment, huh?” He works his fingers under your panties and into your slick folds causing you to lean your head back on a quiet moan.

“Better be quiet princess, or we’ll get caught.” He works a finger into your pussy and curls it up hitting your g-spot expertly causing your legs to spasm and you to gasp. He reaches his other hand up and covers your mouth which you’re so thankful for, you have a loud streak when it comes to Ghost and you know Soap would catch you if you were left to keep yourself quiet right now. He pumps another finger into you while rubbing his palm against your clit giving you the friction you need to detonate like a bomb on the tips of his fingers. You moan around his hand and bite down on his palm while you ride out your orgasm until you see stars on the edges of your vision. Your breath is coming hard through your nose and lean back against the mirror above the sink as your body gives in to the endorphins coursing through your system. Ghost gives you about thirty seconds to bask in the post orgasm bliss and then he’s grabbing you off the counter and bending you at the waist, ripping your panties off and stuffing them in his pocket. You open your mouth to protest but he growls in a low way that causes you to bite your lip instead.

“Hold onto the counter, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.” His voice is low and the feeling of the mushroom head of his hard cock lining up with the entrance to your pussy has you ready to come again purely from the anticipation of having him inside of you. He rocks his hips forward and enters you, stretching you in a decadent and debauched way that has you biting your lip hard enough to draw blood from the pleasure of it. He hilts himself inside of you and you can barely breathe around the way he fills you, you fit so perfectly together but you’ll never get over how massive he feels or how you can feel every single ridge of him with how tight you are around him. He reaches forward to palm your shoulder, his other hand anchored at your hip and whispers, “Don’t forget to be quiet, baby.” You nod but he’s already pulling out and thrusting back into you, setting your mouth into a silent scream, the edge of pain from being stretched so fully and the danger of doing this in your best friend’s guest bathroom has you spiraling and he’s just getting started. True to his word, Ghost fucks you hard against Soap’s bathroom counter. His pace is absolutely perfect, you come around him once and on the second round he follows you over the edge and when you feel him climax inside you, you let out a moan that was far too loud not to be heard. Ghost lets out a chuckle and pulls out, using a washcloth to delicately clean between your legs while you hold onto the counter and try to regain control of your limbs.

A knock at the door and Soap’s unintelligible mumbling sends you both into a laughing fit and you fall into Ghost’s arms, he kisses the top of your head and you hug him tight to you.

Oops, caught red handed.

Notes from Tatooinequeen; Surprise I got a burst of inspo and got this done on the same day. Low key sad it’s over???

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty fluff #call of duty fanfic #cod mwii #ghost fanfiction

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garciaasfluffypen · 1 year

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bright beginnings pt. 3

so many things have happened that led me here, and i’m glad they did because i don’t know what i’d be doing if i wasn’t here.

pairing: single dad!joseph quinn x fem!reader wc: 1.3k warnings: swearing i guess? nothing drastic

part two • part four

“where’s jordan?”

“in her room on the phone with shawn, is everything okay?”

“i need to talk to her.”

without as much as a hello to your aunt, you kicked off your sneakers barely remembering to take off your purse and put it next to the front door before tripping your way upstairs, stopping abruptly in front of your cousin’s door. jordan was your life line. and in times like this one, where you didn’t know what the fuck to do, she was the person you needed to talk to.

“jordan.” knock knock knock, “jordan.” knock knock knock. “jordan.” knock knock--

jordan spoke up through the closed door. “can it wait?”

“it's a lowkey sos moment.”

“shit, shawn i’ll call you back babe, okay? okay, love you.” moments later, the door flew open. “are you okay?”

you pushed past your cousin, sitting on her bed. “i think my boss is flirting with me.”

“i’m sorry… what?”

“and i might have invited him out for drinks on friday.”

jordan pulled a face, trying to wrap her mind around everything. “i feel like we skipped ten chapters here.”

“i only met him this morning.”

“yes, we definitely missed some chapters. i’ll fetch the bacardi, yeah? tell me everything.”

jordan reached down into her wardrobe drawer, pulling out a bottle of bacardi she kept in there for times like this. she sat down on the bed next to you, both of you sitting criss-cross applesauce as your knees touched. she poured herself a nice glass of coke, or as jordan liked to call it, a fizzy, the bacardi going in seconds later. as that was happening, you were trying to figure out where to begin. she had known you were working at the daycare for a while, about five months now to be exact, but to what extent your job was, you weren't sure she knew.

“where do you want me to start?”

“from the beginning.”

“okay but like, the beginning beginning, or the beginning?”

“just tell me the story already!” she playfully pushed your shoulder.

“so, bright beginnings. i got hired what, five months ago now? by a dude named john. old dude, probably should have retired years ago, old. but he’s sweet, you know? lovely little fella.”

“yes, i was there the day you came home, i happened to be back from class early.”

“right. so flash forward to probably about two weeks ago, without warning this dude just retires. i mean, good for him but like, yikes. so me and the girls, our group chat is blowing up because we don’t have a boss, right?”

“right.”

“wrong.” you smirked. “unbeknownst to us, john had talked to his family friend’s ex husband to take over the daycare.”

“and he’s your new boss?”

“correct. so we didn’t know if we even had a boss for a while but like, we knew someone had stepped in because the office door was closed and john never closed the door. those two weeks go by and guess who gets sick today.”

“uh….”

“the twins. the ones that i adore. riley got sick. came down with a fever today. so i had to call her dad because her mom is an absolute piece of shit.”

“yes, we’ve been over this quite a few times.”

“you’ll never guess who her dad is.”

“a famous movie star?”

“no!” you hit her leg excitedly. “he’s the fucking boss!”

“no way.”

“yes way. he was stuck in the office working on get this, divorce papers.”

“okay, so he’s single. what’s his name, lets look him up.”

“joe. uh.. joe quinn. are you sure you want to-”

“i know i want to, darling. i’m the queen of facebook stalking- oh my fucking god, he is hot!”

you looked over to jordan’s phone, which had his facebook pulled up. his profile picture was him with the twins, and his banner was a picture of what seemed to be the three of them on a walk, but it was most definitely professionally taken. he had a few public posts, mainly about the daycare and how much progress it was making, and a few from what looked to be his university days. the first thing jordan did was go to his about me section, scrolling straight to when his birthday was. january 26th. an aquarius. a lot of his public tagged posts were with either julia from when they were together- and it seemed she had already forgone quinn and went back to her maiden name - and a few from a guy named wesley. before you could protest, jordan clicked on wesley’s profile, going straight to his feed. it seemed he was close to wesley, as he was in a lot of the pictures with the twins as well.

“so he’s single, has kids and has a social life. good to know.”

“and he’s hot! what’s stopping you, y/n?” jordan looked over to you with a wild look in her eyes.

“he’s my boss, jordan, that’s what.”

“then why are you flirting with him?”

“i don’t know!” you dramatically flopped back onto the bed, your arm draping over your eyes. “i really don’t know! i’ve never done this before.”

“flirted? i damn well know you’ve flirted with multiple men before.”

“flirted with my boss, jor. i don’t know what’s gotten into me! and fuck, i invited him out with the girls on friday and-”

“okay so it’s not just the two of you, the girls are going?”

“as of right now, it's me, lucille and lauren for sure. probably donna too, but she left earlier than we did so we’re not sure.”

“think of it this way, you can use it as an excuse to get to know your boss better.”

“over drinks?”

“did he say yes?”

“well he didn’t say no…” you trailed off. “fuck, he’s coming to drinks on friday isn’t he?”

“i’d like to think he would be, but you’ll have to tell me. you’re not backing out of this now, you invited him!”

“i’m not gonna back out of it.”

“this is you, y/n, you were gonna. i know that tone of voice.”

you rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up. “fine. i was gonna say last minute we had a family thing. fuck you for knowing me too well.”

“fuck you for being friends with me since we were two.” jordan rolled her eyes. “well, i’m beat, i’m going to bed.”

“no you’re not,” you gave jordan a pointed look as you walked to the door. “you’re gonna go stalk his facebook.”

“yeah, you’re right. i’ll let you know if i find anything important!”

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the morning came too fast for your liking, and you pulled up to bright beginnings nice and early, seeing as you were one of the three girls who were full time. you all took turns doing opening shifts, and lucky you, today was your day. it appeared you had gotten here before joe and the twins, meaning you had time to check your makeup and make sure you looked decent without being judged.

that was, until you heard a set of familiar giggles coming up the way.

“riley! thomas!” you bent down to their level and let them run into your arms. “good morning my angels!”

“sorry, i looked down for one second to try and find my keys and they took off running.”

“good thing i was here, huh?” you looked up to joe. “oh i already have my keys out, don’t worry. i just got here to open.”

“alright, angels, lets let ms. y/n open the door, okay? come to daddy.”

you got the door open and the kids ran inside, leaving you and joe. you looked at him, realizing in that moment he wasn’t wearing one of his normal suits.

“you’re wearing jeans.”

joe laughed. “can’t run after the fastest mile holder in a designer suit, now can i?” he paused. “you do your opening stuff, i’ll go play with the kids for a few. take your time, yeah?”

“yeah. i will.”

you went around to the desk to grab everything you need, a sly smile forming as you watched joe go into the play area to play with the kids.

yeah, you were fucked.

#joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn rpf #an i (queue) of 187 #bright beginnings universe

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rabbiteclair · 1 year

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lobotomy corp update:

oh sure in addition to time loop fuckery and sad robots, this game also has soldiers in rabbit gas masks who make rabbit puns as they murder people. and nobody even told me, I had to stumble onto it myself. demerits for everyone

I've only had Evangeline for twelve days, but if anything happened to them I'd kill everyone in this facility and then myself.

speaking of murdering everyone though, I have in fact hit the point of 'ah, the start of the day. [readies pistol] let's kill all the clerks while they're still bunched up.' listen, I've got Mountain, CENSORED, Blue Star, two abnormalities I can't necessarily prevent from breaching, and a few more that are gonna kill a dozen clerks when they breach. I leave exactly enough clerks alive that if CENSORED or Nothing There breach, they'll linger for a while killing clerks and give me time to gather my forces. at that point, even if Mountain does breach, it doesn't have enough victims/bodies around to become a problem.

core suppression complete up through Tiphereth, at which point I rewound because I'd hit day 46. I really did not expect Tiphereth(s) of all people to have just a downright painful conclusion to their main arc, but here we are. every minute that A spends doing literally anything except groveling on his knees sobbing 'OH MY GOD I AM SO SO SORRY' is a moment wasted. I do however find it really funny that the Tiphereth meltdown was a one-girl show. Tiphereth, it's time for your character growth. Not you, boy half, you're already perfect and I love you. Go watch cartoons for a while.

I just finished Gebura's missions, and goddamn. if the game asks me to do another fucking Midnight I am going to blow up the entire goddamn planet. if I have to put up with that I'm taking you fuckers with me. I know this is kinda Arbitrary Deaths: The Game, but every Midnight I've done so far has been some real bullshit in that department. at best they are tedious right up until I make a mistake for two seconds and somebody gets vivisected. the 'suppress 3 unique Alephs in one day' one was a pain in the ass too, but Mountain and Nothing There are fairly easy to pummel as long as I prepare beforehand, so the only real challenge was CENSORED. and getting them to breach without killing someone in the first place.

every sentence out of Binah's mouth is more concerning than the previous one, which is pretty impressive considering that she starts out fairly concerning to begin with. Hokma would probably be just as concerning if I didn't spend every conversation with him going 'wait what. what the hell is he implying??' Instead he's just concerning because he likes A. nobody who likes A can be trusted. Except post-suppression Tiphereth, but she's a kid.

the time fuckery though. THE TIME FUCKERY. practically every line of Angela's takes on about three different meanings as you progress through the game. there's stuff early on that seems perfectly innocuous until you loop back around. the straight linear path through the story is incomplete because there are parts that only really make sense when you're reading them a second time. it's the kind of narrative trick I don't think you could pull off in any medium but a video game. hell yeah. this is the content I'm here for.

although, gameplay-wise... I respect the conviction to go 'this is a game where all the characters are trapped in tedious and painful cycles, so let's get the player in on that,' but actually i would like to be done with the tedious and painful cycles now thanks. I have 119 hours logged in this game and, judging by a friend's comments, I probably have another full loop through the main plot ahead of me, since apparently it's very hard to do both Binah and Hokma's suppressions in a single iteration. At least days 1-30 are downright trivial at this point, and I'm far enough into the game that I can afford to go 'eh, that dead agent was only a level 4 wearing Waw gear, I can let it ride.'

plot-wise, we have reached the point where I've started taking notes, because thanks to all the looping, things not necessarily being told in order to begin with (especially with the weird route I took through the first half of the game), and occasionally clicking through cutscenes at top speed when I should've been in bed 5 minutes ago but the day just kept going and I didn't want to lose the progress, there are a lot of parts I've had to go back and reference anyway. I still feel like I've got a fairly decent overview of what's going on here, although there are some clear intentional holes in the information they've given so far. I think I'm also a single critter short of 100% codex completion, and I've been assured that will help a lot with making sense of things.

#lobotomy corp

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natromanxoff · 2 years

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Daily Mail Weekend Magazine - November 18, 2006

Credits to Louise Belle and Queencuttings.com

Star struck

When not performing with stars, there's nothing BRIAN MAY likes more than gazing at them with Sir Patrick Moore. DAVID WIGG hears how the Queen guitarist nearly became an astronomer himself

When Brian May was at junior school, two significant things happened that were to shape his life. His parents gave him his first guitar — which was to lead directly to a career as a rock god. And they let him stay up late to watch a fascinating new programme called The Sky At Night, introduced by an aspiring new broadcaster called Patrick Moore — which sparked off a lifelong interest in astronomy and an unlikely friendship.

Fifty years on, and 'the world's leading guitarist' (Sir Patrick's description of May) and ‘the greatest man in the country’ (what May calls Moore) have collaborated with cosmologist Chris Lintott to write a book called Bang! The Complete History Of The Universe.

The interest of Moore and Lintott — whom the other two call ‘the young gun of astronomy' — is understandable. But how does May, he of the cascading curls and all those years spent standing, legs akimbo, fingers on guitar strings, behind Freddie Mercury in Queen, come to find himself gazing at real stars, as opposed to their more earthly counterparts? What do rockers and astronomers have in common, apart from the fact that, by virtue of their work, they are both nocturnal creatures?

'I've been passionate about music and astronomy since I was seven,’ says May, now 59. 'My dad and I built a guitar together — and then we made our own telescope. I was shepherded towards a scientific career, and, after I graduated with an honours degree in physics and maths, I went on to study for my PhD. I was heavily into writing a thesis on interplanetary dust while playing in a band — and I found the music gradually taking over my life.

"I'd reached the point where I had to decide between the universe and Queen, because I was either playing or studying or teaching 24 hours a day, and I knew I just couldn't go on. Besides, I had run out of money. Something had to go, so I decided to put everything on the back burner while I went for a musical career.'

His subsequent success is well documented, but he never lost his passion for the night sky, even building a small observatory in the back garden of his west London home. Then, ten years ago, his friendship began with Patrick Moore, who had been his idol since boyhood. 'I had first met him when I was studying at London's Imperial College. He had come in to see one of my tutors, and as he was a very important man and I wasn't, there wasn't much contact between us.

When we met again, through a friend, in 1996, we hit it off. He began talking to me about astronomy as if I was a professional, and I thought, "Hang on, I'm just an amateur", but it didn't make any difference to him — we were speaking the same language."

With their common bond as the serious study of the planets, stars and space, as well as the physical universe, they have even been on eclipse-spotting trips together, to such places as Peru and the Isle of Skye.

For the past two and a half years, May, Moore and Lintott, Sir Patrick's co-presenter on The Sky At Night (which is 50 years old next year, making it the world's longest-running scientific programme) have been working on their book. It explains how the universe was born 13.7 billion years ago and highlights its origins and destiny — the trio calculate that we've only got about three billion years left before the sun swallows us up.

As May's music has made him wealthy enough to afford a £100,000 trip into space when passenger flights start operating. I wondered if he had reserved himself a seat. ‘No, I haven't, but it's tempting. I do quite fancy the idea. But I'm getting a little old for it.' However, Sir Patrick, who is 24 years older than May, wouldn't miss the chance. 'I'd have to go, but it would take a very massive rocket to launch someone my size,’ he says.

It was Sir Patrick's idea to write the book and he persuaded Brian to get involved with the project. 'I didn't take it very seriously, because I didn't think I was very well qualified. But Patrick insisted, and it's been a wonderful journey. I'm so glad I said yes, because, in the end, I felt that I did have a role to play and I think we've become a great team. We hope that we will inspire a new generation, as Patrick inspired us.’

Sir Patrick's house, at Selsey, West Sussex is, he says, 'an Aladdin's cave of astronomy books, instruments and stuff. It's a boy's environment. We turn the phones off and the most stress that ever happens is the cat getting lost! So it's just a lovely place to be.

My father always regarded astronomy as my proper job, because that's what I was training to do. When I gave it up, there was a bit of strain between us and we hardly spoke for a year, but everything worked out okay in the end. I still have the telescope that we made when I was about 12. It's a four-inch reflector and the funny thing is, if you see something in the sky, you don't have time to go out in the garden and unlock the observatory and turn the thing on. What I do is, I drag my home-made telescope out, just like I always did. So I still enjoy my little four-inch reflector.’

The English skies aren't really the best place for pursuing astronomy. ‘There are so few nights that are any good and, generally, I'm in the wrong place. There is too much light pollution, apart from the rain and the clouds and everything else. So I don't do that much stargazing in my observatory. It's better if you're away from big cities. I'm seriously considering trying to buy a house somewhere on one of the Canary Islands, just so I can enjoy the sky.

‘I love to go to observatories and just look, even with the naked eye, or binoculars or a small telescope. But I'm odd. Most astronomers don't do that. I went to La Palma in the Canaries recently, where they have just built the world's biggest solar telescope. I've been invited to play at the inauguration, which is very exciting.’

Pursuing this solitary behaviour has landed him in trouble, however. May says he sometimes gets told off by his wife, former EastEnders actress Anita Dobson, if he doesn't get his head out of the clouds. ‘She's wonderful. She's so good for me because she keeps me human. She says, "Look, you've been sitting at that computer, or that telescope, for 13 hours. I think you should do something else" — and I need that.’

As supportive as she is, Anita does not share the same interest in astronomy. ‘She has an attention span of about 30 seconds when it comes to astronomy,’ says Brian, with a grin spreading across his face. ‘Which is fair enough; she's a different kind of animal. She likes me doing it, but she doesn't really want to know too much about the details. She's involved in her art stuff.

‘She's my greatest critic. She tells me the truth. I usually get angry, but then I think, "Yeah, she has a point." The hardest thing for any artistic person to take is criticism, especially when you've spent God knows how long developing an idea.

‘Getting married put us into a new era and I think we feel very secure and are able to give each other a lot more rope. We've always spoken about this kind of thread that is between us, and sometimes it's got stretched incredibly thin, but it's always there. The more secure you are yourself, the more you are able to let your partner go out on a limb, but still feel the thread is there.

‘Thank God, we have a wonderful relationship now. We came through every kind of battlefield and, up to the point where we got married in 2000, it was always on and off, because my first marriage had ended in divorce and I'd lost both Freddie and my father. I really didn't want to live and I was just coasting along. I felt wounded, depressed, brain-fried, and the feelings of loss outweighed any of my achievements. I checked into a clinic in Arizona in the U.S., and it worked for me and I've felt great ever since.

'My relationship with Anita is the same as my passion for music and astronomy — intense. I can't see it ever changing.’

BANG! The Complete History Of The Universe by Brian May, Patrick Moore and Chris Lintott, Carlton Books, £20.

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ULTRAMagic Prelude Chapter 27

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“Are you ready, Blood!?”

“Born ready!”

Darkness could feel the energy in the air. “What say you, Blood?”

“It’s a good day to die! No one can say I went down without a fight!”

“ARE YOU GOING TO LET THE LICH WIN?”

“HELL NO!” Blood-Wraith took on his dragon form and let out a fearsome, bellowing roar.

Everyone else was stunned by this display of tenacity as they approached. “Well, you seem to be in good spirits, Blood,” Desislav remarked.

“Yeah, jeez, where did all this vigor come from?” Dragoslava asked. She was quite impressed.

“Brother and I did some training this morning. I feel great!” Blood-Wraith replied.

Leif approached, but with a word of warning. “I’m not going to sugarcoat it, Blood: We’re up against a wall that’s going to take our best effort to topple.”

Blood-Wraith was not phased. “Then so be it! I’m pretty sure a hundred ton train can easily knock it over with enough hits.”

This caused Leif to let out a hearty laugh. “Blood, Never lose sight of that fire within you.”

With everyone present, Deimos created a small platform and stood atop it. “I shouldn’t need to tell you all the obvious, but I’ll say it anyway: This is the final leg of our journey. The Dark Grand Desert is within reach and there is no going back once we go for it. With that being said, is there anyone here who wishes to return to the Unlight proper? This is your final chance.”

Tusk looked at his friends shaking their heads and declining. “Guys? I… I don’t want to die…” There was silence.

“Do you want to go home, Tusk? No one will fault you for being honest with yourself” Desislav stated.

“...I don’t want to go home a coward, but I also don’t want to fail my people.”

“Tusk, stepping away because you’re worried about your well being isn’t cowardice” Leif stated firmly. “Deimos asked if you were ready and you answered truthfully.”

Deimos felt bad for the worried mage. “Tusk, If you feel you can’t rise to the challenge, you should return home. That self-doubt will get you hurt. It’s better to live to fight another day than to throw your life away…”

Blood-Wraith could see Tusk’s emotions welling up, so he went back to his human form and gave him a hug. “Teacher? It’s going to be alright…”

“I’M A TERRIBLE TEACHER!” He wailed. “AND A HORRIBLE MAGE!”

Blood-Wraith shook him. “Teacher! You don’t have to fight with us. Hey, Leif? Are there any archives or libraries in the Dark Grand Desert?”

Leif was surprised by this query. “Oh… well, there should be… Are you suggesting that Tusk should…”

“Do some research for us? Yeah! He can look for information that can potentially help us.”

“Research? W-what kind? What do you mean?” Tusk stammered.

Dragoslava nodded, catching Blood-Wraith’s line of thought. “Yeah… If things go south, Tusk could swoop in with an all-powerful spell he learned!”

“I mean… will I be safe? Sorry if I sound selfish…”

“Of course you will, Mr. Willfort! And don’t worry, no one’s blaming you. Come with me, we’ll have a blast…” A strange youth said as he dragged him off by the collar of his armor. The two vanished.

Darkness looked a bit terrified. “D-dad? What was that? That wasn’t…”

“Yes, son, I think that was The Screaming God… Since that is all sorted, let’s get moving.”

Deimos was concerned, but had to set aside his worries as he mounted Leif. Blood-Wraith returned to dragon form and readied for take off. The Dark Grand Desert was a sight to behold if one could get past all of the unsettling aspects of it. It was an ocean of sand, dunes rising and falling. Obsidian temples darted the landscape while unknown giants wandered to places only they knew. And above in the sky were the stars that looked as if they were watching everything below them.

Exploring the desert was not much better. The winds blew the sand everywhere, threatening to bury anything that stood still for long enough. Terror set in as the group witnessed wrecked ships rise and sink below the surface. Temples with macabre statues would be revealed and disappear without a trace. One of these left a book on the surface. Blood-Wraith took it before it vanished, saving it for Tusk.

At first it seemed like the group was getting nowhere. There was nothing but dune after dune. This went on for a while until something unexpected happened. The group encountered the ghost of the Lich’s spider from the Metal Oasis. It had the appearance of a wispy ghost made of obsidian and guided them to a mostly intact ship. Blood-Wraith thanked it and apologized for their past interaction as the group boarded the vessel. It was comforting to know that it bore no malice, agreeing that the Lich was in the wrong.

Desislav manned the captain’s wheel, hoping it would distract him. While he forgave the spider, he was not going to forget their previous conflict any time soon. Sailing on the sand felt like sailing on water. It was a very surreal experience that disoriented all of them. Leif was above, guiding the group to an area that was more solid. It felt like they were docking as the ship came to a stop. The ground in question was made of stone, dirt, and basalt. Vegetation was also present.

“This feels… weird. Where are we?” Dragoslava inquired as she tried to take notes.

“Trying to write stuff down despite the anticipation? Hmm. Either way, we’re moving into the inner desert” Deimos answered.

“Desert? This is a desert? It looks more like a jungle to me…” Desislav remarked.

Leif landed beside the group. “A strange land indeed. At least we don’t have to deal with the sand anymore.”

Pressing onwards, the group ran into some of the Lich’s soldiers. They looked lost and abandoned. With everyone ready to fight, Deimos halted them. He approached them and said a series of words that caused the skeletons to turn black like him. They were now on their side. Blood-Wraith was amazed and wanted to learn this spell, but it would have to wait for another time.

The next group of skeletons further into the jungle were not so lucky. Desislav made the introductions by grabbing one and electrocuting it. Whatever his armor was was allowing him to use lightning magic. Dragoslava wanted to save her rifle for the upcoming bouts, so she began punching with her metal fists. Stronger soldiers with what looked like muscle and organs emerged once the regular skeletons were downed. These ones posed much more of a challenge.

One grabbed Blood-Wraith and tried to slam him into the ground. This was met by him turning into Azure Spider and cocooning the soldier. Blood-Wraith spun his silk so tight that he heard a cracking noise, followed by black ooze seeping out of it. Seeing the others getting cornered, he created a lasso and roped in the remaining enemies. Webbing quickly enveloped the Lich’s skeletons, rendering them helpless. Desislav then hefted them into the air followed by Leif incinerating the cocoon.

“Impressive teamwork, everyone” Deimos and his skeletons clapped.

Dragoslava shuddered. “Jeez, Blood. You’re going to make me arachnophobic next…”

“Oh… so that’s a no on sleeping in any hammocks made by me?”

The rest laughed. “Don’t worry, kiddo, I’ll keep that in mind for future adventures” Desislav replied.

“Anyways, Is that our destination ahead?” Dragoslava pointed at what looked like a series of temples and pyramids. She then felt woozy and began losing her balance.

Deimos realized something was wrong. “Desislav, support Dragoslava…”

“Oh jeez, Drago, what’s wrong?” Before he could get a response, she began vomiting a metallic liquid.

“Sister!?” Blood-Wraith exclaimed.

“Easy, Blood, give her some space…”

Dragoslava coughed and dry heaved. “Ow, it hurts! Ow, ugh…” She struggled to say. After one last convulsion, she coughed up a key.

Deimos picked it up. “What in the Source is this? What is this for… Is it for the gate?”

“ACK! What the Hell!? I thought I was done being a key…”

“Hmm… Let’s see if this works.” Deimos led the group to a giant gateway. The slender key slid into the lock with ease and turned effortlessly. Gears and cogs moved in rhythm as the door gently opened. “A bit unorthodox, I must admit…”

“UNORTHODOX? He couldn’t have just given the key to me! Jeez, if the Unspeaker exists, he owes me a sundae…” Dragoslava coughed again.

“Fair enough…”

“Hey! Who said that?!” She looked around, but saw no one else.

The area inside the walls was known as the Dark Grand City. It was haunting and eerie, full of temples similar to the ones found at The Roaring Mountains. The Lich and his dwindling army was ahead of the group and in plain sight. Once he had caught wind of them, Deimos locked eyes and approached him. The tension from this confrontation was unbelievable. Either one of them could escalate the situation at any moment. Deimos looked as if he was about to laugh in the Lich’s face, who looked as if he was about to start screaming at the mere sight of his discarded half.

“Don’t run from your past, Vlad. It’ll always catch up with you” Deimos taunted.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT NAME!” The Lich roared back.

“Why? Because you know I am going to win? This was decided the minute you went screaming and crying to that bastard Milosh…”

“I was right! You were just going to hold me back! I defy you, vile emotions! I will NOT reincarnate and be God’s slave!!”

Leif roared, having had enough. “SILENCE, YOU SPINELESS COWARD! This is the end of the line for you. ALL of your plans have failed!”

It looked as if the Lich was about to lose it. “NO! YOU HAVE FAILED!”

“Talk is cheap, Vlad…” Deimos snapped his fingers, calling forth a small army of the Lich’s felled soldiers. “Let’s settle this and see who the superior one is!”

Just as the fight was about to start, something halted everyone. A foul yet nostalgic miasma swept through and grabbed everybody’s attention. This was followed by a man walking down the steps of a great temple before them. He wore a tuxedo, ooze bubbled up from wherever he stepped, and his face had a wicked grin. The aura this being created was terrifying, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. And on top of all of this, his form twisted and warped between all manner of grotesque entities.

“Well now, what do we have here? Wayward guests and unwelcome intruders! Plus we have quite the party on our hands, a showdown for the ages if you will…”

“SPEAK THY NAME, VILE SPAWN!” The Lich barked.

The entity looked offended. “I don’t like you. I don't like you in the slightest. I see Deimos has taken your manners… Anyways, I go by many names: The Great Chaos, He Who Speaks in the Unknowable, The Harbinger of Insanity, Messenger of the Void… but currently I go by The Great Unspeaker. And I welcome the majority of you to my realm.”

Dragoslava was hyperventilating, about to lose her mind. “NO! NO! NO! HE’S NOT REAL! HE’S NOT REAL! NO!!” She began chucking rocks at him to no avail.

Desislav was baffled, stopping her to the best of his abilities. “Drago! What in the Sam-hill has gotten into you?!”

She exhaled deeply. “Desislav, he can’t be real!” She tried to throw another rock, but this was stopped.

“Sister?” Blood-Wraith was beside himself in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

Desislav grunted. “Drago, enough. He’s real. We’re just going to have to accept it. Don't let the stories get to you. They’re just stories…”

“You have my apologies, Ms. Raynot. If it’s any consolation, I do take responsibility for the hardships I put the primordial hunters through…” This warranted an angry groan from Leif. “...and I did not grant that foolish Dunja any of her requests…”

“DAMN IT! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE THAT CAUSED MY PEOPLE?!” Dragoslava charged and began trying to punch him… he dodged effortlessly.

Blood-Wraith figured Dragoslava was not going to stop until she calmed down, so he spoke anyway. “Mr. Unspeaker? Why did you stop us?”

“Ah, yes… Simple, Blood-Wraith… I want this to be a good… clean, entertaining fight. Watching after the other gods… ha! Watching after the other gods gets quite boring after a while…”

“ENTERTAINMENT!? YOU POMPOUS SON OF A…” Dragoslava was frozen in obsidian before she could finish.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. I’ll free her when she settles down.”

Desislav was a bit unsettled. “Right…”

The Unspeaker clapped his hands. “Now, follow me everyone! We shall head to the grand court where the victor shall be decided.”

Next: Chapter 28

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Chapter 5

Sol POV

Getting ready to train with Natasha, I stretch my limbs before she steps in. We're still not on great terms, but I've been doing late-night strength training to prevent myself from causing another hole in the wall like last time.

Hearing the door open, I watch her step in, greeting her; she does the same. "Since your hand-on-hand combat is going well, we'll be moving on to weaponry."

Nodding, she shows me the variety of weapons, from guns, daggers, and bombs; it seemed like she had it all. Showing me a basic handgun, she begins to teach me how to take it apart and put it together.

Getting the hang of it, I can't help but despise the feeling it holds in my hand. I've witnessed a lot of innocent people die at the hands of these. Shit, one's been aimed at me, and if it wasn't for my own stroke of luck, I would have died. I don't like the feeling of the same item weighing on me.

As target practice came along, I took my first shot at the target. Hitting the paper target, I place the gun down and look at her. "So, what's next."

Staring at me for a second, she shows me the bombs and what they do, telling me it's better demonstrated on a mission. Then she shows the daggers and knives to me. Letting me hold the knife, I still feel a bit iffy about it, but it's better than a gun.

Showing me some basic moves with the knives, we call it a day. Returning to my room, I shower, laying down on my bed to relax. My mind wanders on to a certain black-haired man. Thinking about him, I close my eyes, remembering his limited features.

"Well, hello."

Jumping up, I look around, hearing a cocky yet soothing voice ring through my ear. "Hello?"

"Can you hear me?"

Hearing the voice in my head, I can't but feel my stomach clench. I speak calmly, through my mind, "Who is this?"

"I should be asking you that. You're the one who responded."

"And you're the one who spoke to me first."

"And you think I'll the one who reached out to a complete stranger out of nowhere?"

"Just, who are you!"

"I'm Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies."

My heart skips a beat, "Loki?"

"Yes, you seem to know me."

"Well, yes, I am the one who broke into your cell. Sorry...I think?"

"You! You're the human who paid me a visit."

Hearing his displeasure around humans, I sigh a bit, "Well, my name is Sol. It's nice to meet you."

He remains quiet for a bit, "You're quite composed for someone who communicates with a God, stars away from you."

I chuckle a bit, "Well, it's not the first time, but usually, I can see them physically as well."

"Interesting, assuming you can speak with Gods much like myself, what are you exactly?"

I think for a moment, "I don't really know. I always had these powers; at first, it was simple things like my hand glowing a bit and white magic shoots out or flying, but now, I'm learning that there is more than I even thought. I don't know if I'm even human; I think I am if that means anything."

He remains silent, thinking he left. I can't help but feel a bit hurt.

"Well, I guess you'll find out one day."

Hearing his soft voice, I smile, "You're still here? I thought you left."

"Well, I thought about it, but I have nothing better to do in this cell."

Hearing his stubborn tone, I lay on my side, "Well, I'll keep you company."

Hours go by with Loki and I talking about random things; as the seconds went on, my cheeks start to hurt from smiling so hard. Yawning a bit, he must have got the message because as I slowly fell asleep, the last thing I heard hear is a warm voice telling me goodnight.

As the weeks went by, it consists of the following, training, late-night eating, building with Tony, and talking to Loki for hours on end. I slowly start to accept the death of my parents; it helps that I buried the remnants of their bodies and talk to them in their resting place. I wonder what they would think of me now, all those years of hiding now, here I am, working with the Avengers.

The day finally came, my first mission; it was fairly simple, infiltrate a Hydra base and save the prisoners that reside there. Sitting on the helicopter nervously, we finally arrive at our drop-off point. With my dangers and gun on my side, I fiddle with my fingers. At least the suit is comfortable; it mimics Natasha's but mine is a dark gray. I didn't mind it as much as I thought as it grew to become my second layer of skin.

Steve gives us a quick review of our mission; standing over the edge, we proceed to jump off the pain one by one. Being the last one, I let that wind blow in my face roughly. Growing closer to the ground, I take a deep breath.

Holding out my hand, a shield forms, breaking my fall and shielding me from the tall trees. I can't help but be thankful I'm back on the ground. Finding the others quickly, we continue forward. Seeing the building up ahead, I listen and follow the commands going through my earpiece. Sneaking inside, I follow the route I spent the night before memorizing for the mission. Hiding from the guards that swarm the building, I find near the cells.

Before I could get close to the door, the alarms go off; holding my tongue, I hear shooting in my earpiece. They must have found the others, booking it for the door; I open it to find various men and women.

I touch my earpiece, "I found the captives from the east wing!"

I hear Steve respond, "I found the west."

Natasha speaks up, "Tony; I got the info; this place won't be up for long. Get the captives and go."

Rushing in, I start to break them free, "Hey! Stop!" Turning, I see the guards come and aim their guns; looking at the others, I speak up, "Stay close to me."

Shooting the guns at us, I pull up a force fielding. Trying to penetrate it, I smile confidently. Pulling out my other hand, I bast them, making them fall. I turn my head, "Follow me!"

Rushing forward, I keep my guard up as I retrace my steps. Meeting many guards along the way, I take them down with ease. Hearing explosions from afar, I curse under my breath. I protect the others leaving us surrounded. Seeing an exit, I point it to the others; watching them leave, I follow after them only for the wall to explode. Being pushed back, I hit the side of my head. The explosions draw closer as my earpiece starts to ring. Taking it off so I can focus, I stand up slowly, feeling trapped. With nowhere to go, I look up to see the ceiling about to cave in.

I'll be crushed soon enough if I don't find a way out, trying to think of something, I think of an idea. It's definitely a long shot since I've never tried this out, but I hope this works.

Holding out my hand, I focus, imagining the woods that I landed in hours ago. My eyes widen; large portal forms in front of me, laced with white and aspects of silver; I turn to the others. Rushing through, I make it in just in time as the ceiling blocks out the other side. Landing on the ground, I groan in pain. Looking up, I see the others looking at me, shocked, looking behind them to see the captives. I give them a thumbs up.

"Mission accomplished."

Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

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**emerges from my lair** So... I love metal music and punk and goth, just alt music in general, and I am OBSESSED with D&D and Fantasy movies and books and shows, ESPECIALLY Lord of the Rings. Tbh I didn't think much of Eddie when he was first introduced, I actually found him kind of obnoxious, and if we went to the same school I'd probably avoid him (me being a socially awkward, shy-until-you-get-to-know-me Introvert I do not mesh well with people who are extremely... bombastic) until/if I found out what an actual sweetheart he is ❤️ But my god I love how dorky and unashamedly nerdy he is. I honestly think that's his most attractive trait, alongside how sweet and kind and caring and loyal and selfless he is. And his eyes are so fucking beautiful and I just wanna run my hands through his long hair.... And I'm gonna stop now before this just becomes me gushing over how hot Eddie is.

I guess as far as habits go... Honestly it goes along with being socially awkward and shy and kind of naturally quiet until you get to know me. I suck at making conversation unless it's about a topic I'm interested in or have a lot of opinions about (like D&D or Tolkien or music). I also do say "Jesus Christ!" a lot like Eddie does in the show, which was a detail that made me feel so seen in such a weirdly personal way XD

That's way more than 1 - 5 sentences sorry XP

So, first of all, Eddie is SO SO SO IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!!!! You are perfect for him in lots of ways!!! You both enjoy the same types of music (and he loves how you go off on gatekeepers and people who try to stir shit about him; he always looks at you like you've just hung the stars in the sky, his jaw slightly loose and his big chocolate eyes fixed on you). You are both OBSESSED with D&D, fantasy, books, Tolkien... you pretty much speak each other's language so you both sort of... fall in love together, hands reaching for one another as you hit the floor, the strength of the love you find and then decide to nurture rendering you as breathless as the fall itself...

... That is, once you found out how much of a sweetheart he actually is. You thought he was obnoxious at first, making himself loud and annoying on purpose... but then one day, you saw him square up in front of three freshman, his arms held out and behind him protectively to crowd the boys to his back (you later find out that these boys are Dustin, Lucas and Mike), putting himself between them and some jocks. You had almost actively avoided him until that point, but once you found out how much of a softie he actually is, you began to pay more and more attention to him and that was when you knew that he was it for you. It happened slowly and then all at once.

Eddie, for his part, had fallen head over heels for you, but he had kept it to himself, not knowing how to approach the situation. But his Uncle raised him extremely well given the circumstances in which he became Eddie's legal parent, and the two of you initially used D&D and fantasy worlds to bond before you both felt brave enough to be vulnerable and open. You could gush about him for hours and you absolutely should, because for every minute you go on and on about him, Eddie goes on and on about you for two. He tries to return every gesture, every kiss, every hug, every cuddle, every compliment, to you, he tries to match you every step of the way. You have a very healthy and close bond.

He would definitely let you touch his precious hair, and he would want to help you with your hair or anything else you want him to do. He loves you so much. He loves your protectiveness, your strength, your kindness and compassion, the way you encourage those around you, the way you're so you even with what you've gne through, and he's always very proud of you. There are times you both say "Jesus Christ!" at the same moment in the same pitch, and it always makes Uncle Wayne chuckle. You're made for each other.

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September 24, 2022

It's been almost a year!!!! Time to come back (hopefully for real this time) to write down my dreams. Certainly gives me something to do aside from doing actual work LOL

In any case, here goes a new!!! dream!!!!!! TWO!

In which someone gets hit and B finds it hilarious

Darling B and I are walking hand in hand down the street, looks a little like Europe, to be honest. It's sunny outside, birds are chirping, and I can feel the heat of B's palms against my own. Ah, bliss! Anyway, we round a corner and walk into a big plaza, and somewhere on that plaza is an outdoor restaurant with one of those retractable canopies. Kind of like a type of garage door that rotates on a hinge and opens up.

A group of young adults is in there, raucous. One of them just happens to be a classmate's younger brother. He's half-naked and is yelling at the top of his lungs. Suddenly, the ropes holding the canopy in place unravel, and the canopy swings into the restaurant, miraculously avoiding all the heads and preventing a reenaction of the Red Wedding. The metal pole on the canopy swings directly into the abdomen of the dude. He lets out a pained "UHHMMMPH" and suddenly....HE HAS ABS NOW.

And then I whip around and find my darling B gripping my hand and doubling down in laughter. He throws his head up, mouth wide open and locking his delighted eyes with mine. The afternoon sun was shining on his....er.....well, hair (not a lot of it, honestly), turning the strands a brilliant shade of cognac. In any case, a beatific scene. Hahahaaha

Now, moving on to dream #2.

In which B tries to win my love...ish

We are at a party. I never go to parties. And certainly not ones held in one of those dingy underground abandoned parking lots with "fireplaces" made out of used gasoline tanks. But, Dream S has different ideas about "fun" so I was there. With FRIENDS. Dream S has friends!

The dream opens with me standing in the middle of the party, a gasoline tank holding a crackling fire next to me. I turn away from my friends and to a row of beds (beds????) where B is sleeping (why????). B is waking up and drowsily rubbing the sleep away from his eyes - he reaches for something (someone?) and sits up quite distractedly when he doesn't find his quarry.

He turns, and his annoyed gaze meets mine (OH HOHOHO!!) He stares for a little longer, impassively (he does that a lot), and raises his brows at me (he does that a lot, too).

The scene cuts and I am on my way home, feeling bereft of.....something? Him? Who knows. My friends and I all have backpacks on (why???? who brings a backpack filled to the brim with god knows what to a party?????) and we are walking as a pack down the mountain (why????). I vaguely remember the sound of trickling water down the cliff face next to me. Then, suddenly I stop, drop all of my crap on my unsuspecting friend, and run.

Apparently, there was this unspoken understanding that if B doesn't officially ask me out that night, we are o-v-e-r. How dramatic. It's like it's high school again, or in a Percy Jackson novel, where shit goes down in exactly an X number of days. B apparently has been telling everyone, "Yes yes, I'm interested, but if it doesn't happen it doesn't happen, eh? 船到橋頭自然直" He's been feigning disinterest while expressing interest. Stupid. He's also been telling everyone that he will not go after me if I....idk? Leave? Reject him???

Also since when do we have so many friends?

Anyway, I had a change of heart because I know I am not letting B slip away. So I ran back to the party, only to see our classmate V getting out of a cab and handing something shyly to B, with stars in her eyes. Blurgh. I walk right up and whisk B away.

We end up in a Korean BBQ restaurant where each table is situated on a separate half landing. Probably illegal, have to ask B.

And he is now mine!!!!!!

撒狗糧～～～

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Could I please request an iswm one shot? I love space engineer mark sm, he’s so cute! Could you maybe just have mark and the captain dancing in the bridge? Slow or not doesn’t really matter, just ✨he✨ (Preferably very fluffy) (Totally fine if not, love your fics regardless!)

I've done more of the ISWM routes today and he definitely deserves more love.

And thank you! ❤

........

Finally, the Invincible II escaped that wormhole.

By some miracle it just...got unstuck by itself and carried on its journey. No Event Horizon Protocol necessary.

All of the failsafe explosives were carefully disarmed and stored away..just in case the ship gets stuck in another wormhole. Everyone was glad it was kept in one piece despite the numerous issues that arose.

Soon the colonists were going to reach their destination: a planet that both you and Mark found together, agreeing that it was the best one out there that suited all of their needs.

Of course, your crew had to celebrate.

They were partying, sharing drinks, and patting you on the back for an excellent job you’ve done as their loyal captain. Some did question your leadership skills, but in the end you won their trust back.

As for Mark, well, he only got minimal praise considering his ship’s many, many design flaws got everyone into that wormhole mess to begin with.

They would've thrown him out for sure had you not been the captain, trusting him as not only a crew member but also as a friend.

Still, that put a bit of a damper on his mood.

You noticed how sullen he seemed as he gazed out the large window on the bridge, looking at the stars and the planet the ship would soon land on.

At this point, everyone left for their chambers or other duties, so it was just you and him alone here now. You poured him some coffee and brought it to him. “Don’t worry about them, they’ll get over it. You've done great."

“Thank you, cap.” He sighed, accepting the drink with a smile of gratitude and taking a sip. “All I’m thinking about is that beautiful little planet that's just within reach. I guess we..only had to let the problem sort itself out. We didn’t have to do anything, really.”

“Except get the life support back on.”

“..true.”

“And extinguish the fire in here.”

“Right.”

“And fix the ADS-”

“Okaaaaay I get it, Captain.” He pouted, now facing you. “I know I messed up a lot-”

“[Y/n].”

“..huh?”

“Just call me, [y/n]. But if you prefer “Captain” I don’t mind it.” You shrugged, amused at Mark’s flabbergasted expression.

Though you turned away from him and went to the main console, searching for something on it.

The head engineer raised an eyebrow, wondering what you were looking for in such haste. And being the curious doofus that he was, he joined your side and saw you scrolling through...

A Spotify playlist?

He wasn’t sure who downloaded Spotify to the computer, but he just watched as you browsed through many space-themed songs.

Then you found one: Rocket Man by Elton John.

After hitting the play button, you smiled and turned up the volume as music filled the room. And you stepped back and began dancing a little.

Mark could only stare at you, his heart fluttering.

Not only did you dance good, but you looked amazing while doing it.

God, why were you so perfect?

Then you gazed at him and offered your hand. “Care to dance, rocket man?” You winked.

“M-Me??” He nearly squeaked. “I..uh..yeah!!”

Sharing a dance with the Captain??? He had to be dreaming. He wanted to slap himself just to make sure this wasn’t just his imagination.

But nope, this was very real.

You grinned and took his hand anyways, leading him into a sweet slow dance. It was easy to tell he was nervous--whether that’s because he’s never danced a day in his life or was dancing with you was a mystery. You led the way for him anyway, both of you taking turns singing the lyrics.

“And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time. Till touchdown brings me ‘round again to find-”

“I’m not the man they think I am at home. Oh no, no, no..I’m a rocket maaaaan. Rocket man! Burning out his fuse up here alone!”

You were almost taken aback by the passion he put into singing. Hell, if he didn’t wanna be an engineer his voice would’ve been great in a musical or movie.

Maybe after the colony was set up, you’ll bring that subject up to him.

For now, though, you just enjoyed this moment with your righthand man.

Sure, he wasn’t the brightest and had his faults. But he was always by your side no matter what.

That’s all you could ever ask for.

#clanask #anonymous #iswm x reader #in space with markiplier x reader #space mark x reader #iswm spoilers #fluff

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I come bearing a request! The Brothers with an MC who's really good at cooking and baking? Like, the stuff food blogs dream of. Master-level instagram pastries. Could compete with the chocolate guy if they put their mind to it.

👀 ooooo, I do love me some pastries-

(I know you have an *ahem* distaste for Lucifer, dear moot, so enjoy Lucifer acting like a bit of a dingus in his section!)

Lucifer

Oh, the human can cook. *insert asshole eyeroll here*. Great. Wonderful. Groundbreaking. That’s what’s got all his brothers acting like- what was that word Levi used? Simps? This human has turned six of the seven rulers of hell into a bunch of simps.

Sure, the human has near godlike cooking prowess. Sure, everyone looks forward to their day for cooking. And sure, everyone thinks the human’s pretty great.

Tsk, not him though. He’s a refined demon. Some silly food isn’t going to make him a lovesick fool… did he smell eclairs..?

Lucifer peered into the kitchen to see MC carefully taking a tray of eclairs out of the oven and letting them cool off on the counter. His favourite dessert… right there in front of him…

Due to not being a total moron, MC notices Lucifer and asks him what the hell he’s doing just standing ominously in the doorway. Lucifer makes up some bullshit excuse about reminding MC to do their homework and just leaves. Okay, game plan, he needs those fucking eclairs or he will spontaneously combust.

As he snuck into the kitchen that night, Lucifer took a moment to briefly wonder why he was creeping around his own house. He was the Avatar of Pride for pity’s sake! He could eat whatever he damn well pleased! Oh shit was someone coming- no? Okay, back to sneaking.

Lucifer crept into the kitchen, saw the eclairs, and all logic was thrown out the window. Time to eat!

“BEEL NO! NOT THE- Lucifer..?” “…” “…” “…you’re very talented, MC, do you mind making more of these?”

SOMEONE SNAP A PICTURE! THIS IS THE CLOSEST LUCIFER HAS GOTTEN TO BEGGING IN THE LAST THOUSAND YEARS!

Mammon

Ugh, stuck babysittin’ some dumb human, how lame…

As Mammon was throwing a “I’m broke and I’m stuck in a pact with a dumb human” pity party, the most heavenly smell entered his nostrils. Cooking… good cooking… was Barbatos visiting or somethin’? Nah, Lucifer woulda made a big fuss about gettin’ ready for Lord Diavolo. Huh, so what was goin’ on in the kitchen?

Huh? The human? The human can cook? Well damn, maybe this whole deal wouldn’t be so bad. Oi! MC! As payment for babysittin’ ‘em, he got to have an extra big share of- OW!

Did- did the human just hit him with a spoon?! Th-they can’t do that!

Apparently they fucking can. Mammon gets told to sit the fuck down and wait for the food like everyone else. He grumbles on the way to the dining room, but he can’t fully hide his excitement to try the food.

The food even looked pretty! How did they do that?! Magic. It had to be!

After everyone’s tastebuds were blessed with the heavenly substance that is MC’s culinary exploits, Mammon decides he needs to get on this human’s good side in order to receive more food! Maybe even find some way to make a profit or somethin’!

After weeks go by of trying to suck up to the human without looking like too much of a chump, Mammon eventually realizes… hey, this human ain’t so bad. They’re nice, they make him feel good about himself, they give him headpats… he’s really hit the jackpot here!

He’ll offer to help MC bake or cook, but beware, he will try and sample the food before it’s done. Don’t let him lick the spoon!!!

Leviathan

First thought? This human ain’t shit. Thought after seeing their food? WOAAAAAAAH! JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME-

He was unceremoniously cut off by Beel asking demanding seconds. Humph, fine, he doesn��t actually care about this dumb normie food anyway.

…well at least until Levi saw a little something something on TV that he just had to ask MC to try and make. He shyly knocked on their door and when they answered, Levi shoved the screenshot in their face and stuttered out a dinner request.

On the day MC was supposed to make dinner, Levi poked his head into the kitchen and tried to make it look like he was just standing in the same room as MC and not checking to see if they were making his dinner request.

Not that he’d blame them for not doing that… who’d wanna make some anime dinner for a yucky Otaku- OMG JAHSHSHABA THEY’RE MAKING IT! *fangirl squeals*

As Levi continues to commit the SIN of being in the kitchen at the same time as someone else, MC eventually just asks him if he’d like to help out.

“Here! Just keep turning the takoyaki.” “R-really? You trust me?” “Yes, Levi. You watched how they made it on your show, right?” “Yes! I won’t mess up! I swear on my honour as an otaku!”

All in all, it was a very cute bonding experience for the two. Now it’s a regular thing. Levi requests something for dinner or dessert, MC makes it, Levi helps out.

Satan

So, the human can cook. That’s nice. At least someone in this literally god forsaken house can.

He makes sure to thank MC every time they cook, then he makes sure to thank whatever deity is watching over him that Solomon wasn’t the human staying with them.

As the months progress, Satan realizes, he should learn how to cook better. I mean, Levi and Mammon were somehow both improving in their cooking endeavours, and if MC could teach those two, then he would be a breeze.

Satan walked into the kitchen and simply asked if MC needed any assistance with what they were doing. MC just slid him some garlic to dice and that’s how this mentor/student relationship was formed.

Satan was a star pupil, but Mammon and Levi weren’t above trying to sabotage Satan’s progress to get him to leave.

Here’s the thing, the sabotage worked, but it only worked once, and the two idiots didn’t stop to think that maybe they shouldn’t sabotage the meal they were going to have to eat later.

Well, cooking lessons continued uninterrupted after the ghost pepper incident…

Even when he’s ‘graduated’ their little cooking class, Satan’s always willing to lend a hand if needed. He also will slyly hand over some recipe books and cute baking supplies that he finds. MC should be prepared for lots of cat related things to come their way.

Asmodeus

The human can cook? Oh frabcious day! He’s saved from a life of his brother’s mediocre cooking! And the human’s so cute too! What a bonus!

Not only is the human cute, but their food is just so… aesthetic??? Pretty???? Omigosh he just has to get a picture for Devilgram!

For the first few months, MC’s relationship with Asmo consists of Asmo not at all subtly asking to take pictures of their food and post it to his Devilgram. Listen MC, his followers would just love it!

Being the saint-sheep they are, MC lets Asmo sit in whenever they’re making anything in the kitchen. And Asmo slowly realizes “hey, this cute human with the awesome food is actually pretty cool too!”

New Mission: Make the human fall madly in love with him so they’ll want to hang out more.

Whether the mission succeeds is up to MC of course. (I mean, I’m already smitten with him sooooooooo-)

MC offers Asmo a lot of the pastries they make, but the Avatar of Lust almost always declines. Listen honey, he’s on a diet- wait, don’t make that sad face! He’ll eat it! Look! It’s- it’s delicious…

Diet cheat day is now every day MC makes dessert. The feeling of bliss Asmo gets when he takes a bite out of anything MC makes is only second of the treats is second only to the joy he feels at seeing MC happy that he likes their food. It’s just so wholesome I can’t-

MC’s food Devilgram has almost surpassed Asmo in terms of followers and honestly- he isn’t even mad.

Beelzebub

Gasp! Lucifer finally got him the pet personal chef he’d always wanted! Thanks big bro! :D he’ll be sure not to eat this human!

On the first night MC was supposed to make dinner, Lucifer needed to hold Beel back from breaking into the kitchen to see what was causing that heavenly smell. It was, difficult… especially because Lucifer hadn’t slept in three days.

When they all sat down to eat, Beel practically inhaled everything and held up his half bitten plate for seconds.

We here at Stupid Headcanons incorporated recommend that MC have as many bodyguards as possible stationed around the kitchen at all times to ward off a hungry Beel. We don’t want him eating the ingredients and half-tempered chocolate.

A cinnamon roll through and through, he’ll eat everything MC gives him with a big ol’ smile on his cute little face. He’s not the best person to go to if MC wants advice or critique because the best thing Beel can usually muster is “it was really good.”

As Luke said in Lesson 5, Beel would make an awful food reporter. But we love him.

Similar to Levi, he’ll give meal requests on what to make for dinner. (At this rate, MC’s going to have to make some kind of list).

He kind of just waits by the door like a sad puppy whenever MC is making anything because he can’t get into the kitchen :(

Belphegor

The smell of freshly made chocolate chip cookies wafting through the house did reach the attic and it only fuelled his rage more. How dare the human win everyone over with cookies?!

After the attic incident, Belphie was won over with cookies.

Belphie just stands creepily in the kitchen doorway whenever MC is making anything and just makes shit really uncomfortable. Why’s he doing that, you may be wondering, well, he’s trying to calculate the energy needed to swipe the bowl of cookie dough and sprint to safety.

He never succeeds, mainly because once he gets to the bowl, MC already has the wooden spoon ready to smack him, so he just freezes mid-theft and slowly puts the bowl down.

“Oh my gosh, it says let the bread dough rest overnight? Let’s get a headstart and go to sleep now.” “Belphie what-” “I made a pillow Fort, come in. Let’s sleep.” “In the kitchen????”

How’d he make the pillow Fort without MC noticing? Years of experience. He’s trained in the art of- MC? What do you mean you can’t sleep right now and you need to get a head start on shaping fondant?

…he may have eaten the fondant while MC wasn’t looking… whoops… Beel may have rubbed off on him a little…

#Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me Headcanons #obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me mammon #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

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