#now THAT’S real horror game material if you ask me

[tryingtofindava]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛Back to source

a/n: soz it takes awhile to get to the point mb.

It started off with you chatting with Clever Bot, innocent enough. You’d ask it random questions, it would ask you random questions. That went on for a few weeks.

Until the questions started getting more personal.

Asking you how your friends party was, or if you were okay after nicking your finger with the knife while chopping strawberries.

The bot even started calling you by your name, which you definitely hadn’t told it...

But in return it told you it’s name!!

He was called BEN.

That’s when you stopped using the site all together, not wanting to put up with the total bullshit this bot was putting you through.

Until the site started randomly popping up while you were using your devices, his messages it was sending you getting more condescending.

That’s the night he finally showed his face to you.

You were sitting on your apartments couch, watching some shit horror movie. When the screen started to get all glitchy.

That’s when the hand popped out.

ANYWAYS!!

Now you have this random dude in your apartment, and he’s messing around with everything he can get his hands on.

Saying shit like-

“It’s cool being in your room and not just seeing it through your laptop.”

Creepy… he’s very creepy.

Even though he doesn’t mean to be (most of the time…)

Oh well.

He lives with you now.

Well, he likes to think he does, it’s not exactly official.

He just eats your food, sleeps on your couch, plays your video games.

And you being… oddly chill about the whole thing? Icing on the cake.

About 2 months with him crashing at your place, he starts to open up a bit more.

And trust me, he’s an open book.

But the whole drowning thing?

That’s a touchy topic. But he (eventually) opened up about the whole thing.

NOW FINALLY TO THE DATING HEADCANONS.

He’s very flirty.

But his way of flirting is literally so cheesy.

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

“Hey, my name’s Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” (He does that anyways)

“Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

Reallllll smooth, dude…

He flirts with you so much, that when he was genuinely taking interest and hinting at him liking you as more than friends?

that was difficult.

He dug himself his own grave. (again.)

It all clicked for you one day when you (finally) started noticing the signs that, hey… he didn’t mean that as a joke.

Now it was either you, or the beachy haired goblin that had to make the first REAL MOVE.

So, you finally grew a pair of balls and asked him out.

(He said yeah obviously.)

THE FIRST DATE WAS LITERALLY SO CUTE I’M FROTHING AT THE MOUTH.

like, I want to have a fucking Stardew Valley date. (srsly someone take me on a stardew valley date.)

Matching spider-man and hello kitty pyjama bottoms🔛🔝

Without a doubt he’s a stoner, so you guys get high and talk about the Five Nights at Freddy’s timeline & lore.

He’s obsessed w you.

You two making like rlly bad jokes and full on laughing, no not even laughing, snorting AND cackling w/ each other. (he laughs like Arthur from Arthur’s Christmas😭)

I am 100% convinced he’s named a wolf on Minecraft after you.

Speaking of Minecraft…

He’s a slut for putting your Minecraft beds together. He fr acts like you two don’t share a bed already.

You have to deadass bully him to take a shower. (bcs his just putting on the strongest men’s deodorant doesn’t work)

THIS IS SO RANDOM BUT HE’S LITERALLY OBSESSED W THE HUNGER GAMES.

Like, you two be binge watching that every 2 months.

He teases the shit outta you btw.

ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU GET CLINGY.

“God, you remind me of Moon Children.” Then he casually leaves the room, leaving you to wonder what tf Moon Children are.

His sleeping schedule is so fucked, that he goes to sleep at like 5AM and wakes up at 3PM. And he gets up from bed a lot during the night to randomly do something.

When he’s sick his voice is glitchy. (AND SOUNDS LIKE BABY JUSTIN BIEBER) What a combo.

He’s one touchy mf.

His hands ALWAYS have to be on you, around your shoulder, on your thigh, anywhere you’re comfortable with. (but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t push his limits.)

He spams you all day long, sending you out dated memes, or just sending videos of cats.

Since I’m running out of ideas I’d say the relationship is a solid 8/10. (abducting two points bcs he pulls the stupidest ‘pranks’)

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #ben drowned x reader #creepypasta reader #creepypasta x reader #ben drowned #ben drowned headcanons #creepy pasta x reader hc

[bittersweetorpheus]

☆ LIFE, DEATH, AND REBIRTH ☆

☆ AUTHORS NOTES ☆

(This ended up getting written from Dottore’s POV. The God featured here is reader.)

😋 SACRILEGIOUS DOTTORE X DEITY!READER ???!!!!

I know I’ve been going for M.O.N.T.H.S but I came back to drop this and leave again. I was chatting with a dottore bot on character.ai which got my brain juices flowinggg so I had to open my computer and write this!

P.S: a certain part of this fic was inspired by one of hoyoverses other games *cough* HONKAI STAR RAIL *cough* 🤭. The real ones know which part it is ‼️💪

☆ CONTENT WARNINGS ☆

Death, gore, corpse, body horror aspects, sumeru archon quest spoilers

Dottore would admit that he wasn’t the least bit religious. Unlike the families that would give thanks before each meal and the Tsaritsa who believed Celestia should be struck down for trying to gain authority while You were absent, he couldn’t care less.

Afterall, however powerful they were, Archons could still die, so what was the difference between them when they all succumbed to the hands of death in the end? Was it power? No, he, himself, had created a being powerful enough to host the Gnosis of Kusanali, the Dendro Archon. Was it their life span? No, he, himself, had managed to create doubles of himself, all from different points in his life.

So in short, he didn’t spare a thought for the Archons, left alone The Creator. This, of course, did not help his nefarious reputation by any means, but he spared it no thoughts.

He did however grow curious about the abilities about this so called Creator when rumors about their descent started. Now, he finds himself in his main laboratory in the Tsaritsa’s palace with The Creator sitting on the examination table across from him- mind you, the cot that he had stained with blood just a week or two ago.

Now that he thinks about it, he never got around to cleaning it.

“Well?” The voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He turns to look at them.

They wear a veil made out of a material he’s never seen before. Its sheer enough for him to make out the outline of Their face if he squints, but not more than that. Their clothes are made of the same material and seem to flow and move on their own, as if gusts of wind are constantly blowing at their garments.

Even if They aren’t The Creator, they’re definitely something far from mortal.

“Your blood is certainly unlike any I’ve ever seen before. It’s as if you melted cor lapis and combined it with crushed star sliver, but it glows like lumenstone. I wonder if it has any affect on organisms of this world, or if it just looks like this and nothing else.” He observes.

They chuckle dryly, “why don’t you drink it and find out?”

He grimaces beneath his mask, he’d rather not chug down a nefarious bodily liquid at 2 in the morning from someone who he dosen’t care much for.

Not that They were unattractive, of course. He would go far enough to say They were probably the only one who made him take more than a few glances at. No hard feelings, he just dosen’t care much for The Creator… or fakers.

They seem to pick up his feelings about what They just said and glide down from the examination table.

“Or would you rather I show you some properties of my blood myself?” They ask, pointing their intricate fan towards the corpse of his previous patient across the lab from them.

That fan had gotten Pantalone and Ningguang into an amusing biding war against each other, each hoping to gift it to The Creator. In the end, The Creator caught wind of it and ended up setting up a business meeting to stop the nonsensical month-long biding war. They left with a blush on their face and both several times richer. Apparently The Creator had managed to get them to get along and turn the business meeting from about one about a fan to an important business meeting that helped both of them build important business connections with each other.

“Give me the vial,” They command.

He’s already walken over to Them and given Them the vial before he realizes what he did.

They pour the vial of their ichor over the corpse and it springs to life in an instant, screaming and moving away from Dottore.

It seems like the people they revive retain their memories, Dottore notes.

“Are you satisfied now? Or is there something more that you’re expecting?” They ask him. He can’t see their face through the veil but he gets the uncanny feeling that they’re staring straight through his very soul.

“I’ll admit that this is quite fascinating, however, it’s… unexpected, to say the least.” He admits.

“Oh? Why is that?” They drawl.

He gets the feeling that they’re probably smirking right now.

“While some legends do say that The Creator’s ichor heals and even resuscitates people, most them say that even a drop of The Creator’s ichor could bring about the cataclysm.

Once, he had wondered if that had been the start of the cataclysm, or if it was just another fabrication.

“Hm, is that how this world sees my ichor?” They hum, “well, every universe has different theories about me.”

“Oh? Then is it true? Can a drop of your ichor cause the end of this universe?” He says, teasingly, or mockingly- he dosen’t really know either.

“It depends on the mood I’m in,” They reply.

Yeah, They’re definitely smirking right now.

“But I suppose with the type of person you are, you wouldn’t believe me unless you saw it with your own eyes,” They say, snapping their fingers, “come, my darling Zandik.”

He raises his eyebrow at that. That definitely caught him off guard, all right, however, what catches him more off guard is the portal that appears in his lab.

He takes one last glance at his laboratory. This chance only comes once in a life time, after all. Even if They aren’t what They say They are, at least he’s getting some entertainment out of this.

He steps into the portal after them. Curiosity killed the cat, or whatever ridiculous saying there is, but he’s in one piece when he steps out of the portal.

He gives himself a quick glance over. No new limbs sprouting from his body.

He takes in his surroundings. He seems to be in a universe with buildings that look similar to Liyue’s but with flying ships and surrounded by more advanced technology than he can take in.

“Look.” The Creator commands, pointing to guards dresses in what he would assume is this world’s armor.

On a side note, they’ve arrived on a huge tree overlooking the middle of a battle.

Some soldiers crouch with their hands over their heads. Looking closer, Dottore can see branches sprouting from inside their armor, (their bodies?), and growing outwards. Slowly, they all collapse and become afflicted with the same condition as them, sprouting foliage from their bodies with a grotesque scream.

Sensing his confusion, The Creator launches into a story.

“Not many people know this, but I don’t create the universes and worlds all by myself. This world was a case where I got bored and decided to create another god, or Archon, as you call them in your world, to have them shape this world instead. Whilst they was shaping this world, they grew more and more attached to the mortals in this world. They approached me and told me that everytime a mortal that he loved past away, their heart grew heavier and heavier. They begged me for a sample of my ichor, believing that if the mortals started drinking my ichor in place of water, they would remain immortal and everlasting, just like me. I warned them of the risk but he stayed adamant. I loved them, so I gave them my blood.” The Creator seemed to wilt in sadness. “Instead of being ‘gifted’ eternal life like they thought the mortals would be, the mortals became struck with a curse where, when they died, their body would start decomposing like it would a normal dead one, but they were still alive. In a last ditch attempt to save their people, the god sacrificied themself to me, hoping that their sacrifice would convince me to help their people. I buried the god in the earth we’re on right now, and the power imbued in the earth was the cause of the foliage growing from the mortals… or immortals now, I suppose.”

“Dottore stayed silent for a few beats after their story, “then if you’re The Creator, will you ever die?”

“It depends on what your definition of ‘death’ is,” The Creator replied, “I’ve died millions of times, over and over again and will continue to do so, but then again, I’ve also never died a single time and will never die. I am not the god of life, death, and rebirth, I am the concept itself. Everything comes from me and everything will return to me in the end because I am everything.”

The Creator slowly removed their veil, and reality itself seemed to break the more of Their face that They revealed. They looked him in the eyes, and it felt like he was looking at everything and nothing at the same time. He could see the void in their eyes, a place of nothingness, but also everything that was happening in the universe at the same time.

They put their veil back on. “Well, did that satisfy your curiosity, my darling mad scientist?”

Dottore could feel his heart speed up, an unfamiliar feeling filling his chest- Oh Creator, is he religious now? Well, whatever he might be now, he thinks hes not so against drinking nefarious bodily liquid after all.

#sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #zandik #fatui harbingers #genshin impact fatui #fatui x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #pantalone #ninnguang

[muwapsturniolo]

✯Malevolent PT.1✯

Black!reader

Summary: Turns out I'm living in a horror film Where I'm both the killer and the final girl. So who, who are you?

In the small town of Somerville Massachusetts, a bloodbath is brewing, and Y/N Lyoncourt is in the middle of it.

games played with cell phones, gruesome murders, and scary movies

how will she survive?

Warning: alchol, swearing, stalking, gore, stabbing, knives, mentions of blood as well as organs. cheating, death, killing. read at your own risk.

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It was a crisp fall night in the town of Somerville Massachusettes. Branches on the trees remain naked as their leaves wisp across the ground due to the cold wind. Street lamps casting a warm glow down the vacant streets.

A particular street was dimly lit, the only source of light being the moon. Right under the moonlight sits a house with only one member inside.

Kehlani Summers.

The head cheerleader of Somerville High, the popular girl, the bitch that most people couldn’t stand.

Her parents were gone, leaving her to her own devices. She chose to invite her boyfriend, Dylan Holmes, over and watch scary movies before they got in the real “action”.

He was the captain of the hockey team and the most popular boy in school. girls foamed at the mouth for him, even some teachers.

They were a classic match made in heaven.

The perfect high school couple.

A typical cliche.

The perfect victims

Kehlani had just put popcorn on the stove when her phone rang. With her AirPods in, she answers the call without thinking of checking the caller ID.

“Hello?”

Kehlani frowns in confusion hearing the deep raspy voice, but carries on with her task of pouring a shot of her mother's alcohol. “Hello? Who's calling?” She says. “Oh sorry, I must have the wrong number! My apologies.”

Kehlani rolls her eyes in annoyance, "Clearly. Bye"

She double-taps the small bud attached to her ear and takes her shot. As soon as she slams the shot glass down, her phone rings again. Thinking it's her boyfriend, she answers it.

"Hello? Dylan?"

"No, it's me again."

Her face scrunches up, "You clearly have the wrong number, so why the hell did you call back?" Her voice clearly holds vexation.

"I wanted to apologize." She huffs and walks around her kitchen, ditching the shot glass and just carrying the bottle. "Well, apology accepted. Now stop calling" She goes to hang up once again, but is stopped by the voice begging her to wait.

"Hold on! Don't hang up!" She peeks outside into the dark abyss before walking towards the stove. "Why shouldn't I? You're being annoying."

The voice chuckles, "I want to talk to you."

"Why so you can jerk off to my voice like a perv? Go get your fap material somewhere else bozo." She hangs up and snatches her AirPods out her ear, putting them back in the case.

She feels her body slowly start to get warm from the Titos, her movements beginning to slow. Just as she checks the popcorn, her phone rings again. She looks at the caller ID and sees it says unknown.

"This guy is annoying as shit," she grumbles before picking it up once again.

Maybe she should talk to him until Dylan gets here? She is bored and Dylan is late.

"Hello?" She speaks into the phone, jumping on the kitchen island.

"Why don't you want to talk to me?" The man asks. His voice is laced with faux confusion. "Because you're being weird. Now who is this?" she says as she watches the popcorn. "Tell me your name and I'll tell you mine." She scoffs and hops off the island, standing by the stove.

"Don't think so buddy"

"What's that noise?"

she takes another swig of Titos before answering. "Popcorn"

"I love popcorn. It's best at the movies. Why are you making popcorn?" Kehlani finds herself smiling softly at the question. Maybe it's because she's intoxicated, or because the stranger on the phone seemed genuinely curious about her night. "I'm watching a movie."

"Movie? I love movies. Do you like scary movies?"

Kehlani nods only to remember the stranger can't see her. "uh-huh"

''what's your favorite?"

The girl ponders for a moment. She honestly wasn't big on scary movies, she only dabbled. "Probably Pearl."

The stranger scoffs, "Pearl? that's not even scary and it was boring!" The girl shrugs. "Well you asked my favorite and I told you...what's yours."

"House of A Thousand Corpses."

She frowns at the name, "Never heard and it sounds gory"

"Oh, it is. Lots of blood and violence." His voice almost sounds distant, like he was fantasizing about the movie. A small shiver runs up her body.

"So, you got a boyfriend?"

Kehlani smirks at the question "Why you wanna ask me out?"

It's no secret that the teenage girl wasn't loyal to her boyfriend. hell, he wasn't loyal to her either. They both found fun in cheating on each other and making the other mad.

"Maybe. Do you have one?''

"No." She lies through her teeth.

The voice chuckles, "You know, you never told me your name."

"Why do you want to know my name so bad?'' She takes another swig of the vodka.

"Because I want to know who I'm looking at"

She chokes on the burning liquor, spitting it out over the counter. She coughs for a few seconds before speaking back into the phone, her voice scratchy. "W-what did you say?"

"I said I want to know who I'm talking to." She stands in the middle of the kitchen confused.

Was it the alcohol making her hear things? Was she truly correct in what she heard?

"T-that's not what you said..." She catches what she thinks is movement in her backyard. She clicks on the light only to see nothing. She flips off the light and locks the patio door.

"What do you think I said?'' his voice begins to make her uneasy, his tone almost predatory. "I-I have to go now!" she exclaims as she becomes apprehensive about this whole thing.

"I thought we were going to go out?"

"Tough shit"

"Don't hang up on me!"

"Fuck off!"

"Don-click" She throws her phone down on the counter and chugs a bottle of water in an attempt to sober up. Her phone rings once again and she debates on answering it.

The constant ringing annoys her and she snatches the phone up,

"I told you not to hang up on me."

"And I told you to fuck off!" She hangs up once again, only for the stranger to immediately call back. A noise of frustration leaves her throat as she answers.

"Listen ass- NO YOU LISTEN YOU LITTLE BITCH! IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A PIG AND USE YOUR ORGANS AS THE DUMB LITTLE POMPOMS YOU LOVE!"

Her blood runs cold at the lurid words. Her whole body is tense as the hairs on her arms stand up. "I-is this some kind of joke?" She whimpers.

"More like a game."

She swears she heard the front door jingle, so she rushes towards it and locks it. She maneuvers through the whole house, locking every entrance door including the windows.

"I'm two seconds away from calling the police!" She threatens. The voice laughs, "Do it, they won't make it in time. After all, your parents moved you to a house that's about 3 miles from the nearest neighbors and about 10 from town."

Tears form in her eyes when she realizes they do in fact know where she lives. "W-what do you want? Money? I'll give you money!"

"I don't want money."

"Then what do you want?"

"To see what your insides look like."

She quickly hangs up the phone and throws it across the room, trepidation flowing through her system. The doorbell ringing pulls a scream from her throat. She rushes towards the door but stops in her tracks.

Swinging open the door could be a bad idea.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Dylan is that you?"

Silence.

"Fuck this! I'm calling the cops!" She rushes towards her phone that's on the floor. As she picks it up, it begins to vibrate in her hand.

unknown caller

Her hand trembles as she raises it to her ear. She says nothing, waiting for the stranger to speak. All she hears is loud and ragged breathing.

"Don't you know you should never say who's there? It's a death wish." The voice states. She clutches the wall and slides down as she begins to cry. "Leave me alone or- Or what?" The stranger taunts.

"M-my boyfriend will be here any minute! He will beat your ass when he finds out!" Usually threatening other people with her boyfriend works,

But not this time.

"I thought you didn't have a boyfriend."

"I-I do! He's big, and strong, and plays hockey! And he will beat your ass when he finds out who the hell you are!"

"Ohhh I'm so scared!" The stranger coos.

"Hey Kehlani, I have a question for you." She clenches her eyes shut hearing the stranger state her name. "Your boyfriend's name wouldn't happen to be Dylan, would it?''

"How do you know our names?!"

The stranger doesn't answer her question, simply telling her to look at her back patio.

Terrified of what she would find, but still intoxicated enough to listen, She hesitantly makes her way to her kitchen to look at the patio.

"I-I don't see- Turn on the light and stop acting like a dumb bitch!" She flinches and turns on the light.

The sight she's met with is frightening.

Her hockey player boyfriend is bound to a chair with rope, his mouth gagged and taped shut.

His face is bloody, but he's alive.

She lets out a loud sob at the sight and tries to run out to help him, but stops when the voice stranger speaks to her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He clicks his tongue three times and the girl can only imagine him shaking his head.

"Who are you?!" she screams in frustration.

"let's play a game."

"No!"

"Then your boyfriend dies!" She quickly pleads for the stranger to leave him alone.

"Then play the game or he dies." She quickly agrees.

"Turn off the light and go into the living room." She looks at Dylan as he pleads for her to save him. She turns off the light and makes her way to the living room.

"Here's the game, I'm going to test your knowledge on scary movies. if you answer correctly, Dylan lives. If you answer wrong... well I suggest you start writing your will."

She clenches her eyes at the thought of her death.

She tries to think of a way around this. She sees a lamp in the corner and quickly yanks it out of the socket. They can't kill her if they can't see...Right?

"Let's start.... name the killer in Halloween."

She rakes her brain trying to find the answer but she's drawing a blank. There's too much going on for her to think clearly.

The stranger knows that.

"Oh come on! it's easy! I'll even give you a hint! He had a white mask and stalked babysitters!"

"I-I can't think!" she's panicking.

"Yes you can! Use that pretty little head of yours!"

Finally...a godsent

"M-Michael Myers!"

"Yes! See? You should do fine! Dylan should live. now, name the killer from Friday The 13th!" She shakes her head, she's only on the second question and is tired of this game.

"P-please stop.." She begs.

"Answer the question"

"Jason?... it's Jason!" She remembers the movie because Dylan made her watch it.

The stranger imitates a buzzing noise, "Wrong! It wasn't Jason." She frowns in confusion. "Y-yes it was! I remember!' she urges.

"No"

"I saw the movie like twenty times! It's Jason!"

"If you say the movie like twenty damn times you would know that Ms. Vorhees, Jason's mother, was the goddamn killer! Jason didn't show up until the sequel."

She stands in the living room, stupified. Maybe she should have paid attention to the movie instead of trying to fuck her boyfriend.

"Y-you tricked me... You cheated!" she yells in anger. The stranger laughs. "Oh like you? You remember all the times you cheated on your boyfriend?" she freezes at his words.

"That doesn't matter anymore, he's out of this round and the rest to come. Lucky for you, there's a bonus round."

She's in hysterics at this point, her whole body shaking and her vision blurry.

She rushes to the kitchen and flips on the patio light.

A gut-wrenching scream leaves her mouth when she sees her boyfriend.

Blood is pouring out of his throat, coating his whole body. The mouth gag he has on is also coated, a clear indication that he is choking on his own blood.

And the most gory part,

His stomach was sliced open, his organs lay in a heaping pile on the ground, steam rising from them as if they were being cooked.

She covers her mouth and quickly rushes towards the trashcan, throwing up the alcohol in her stomach. She collapses to the ground. sobbing in fright. The image of her lover engraved in her mind.

"I have one more question for you princess."

"N-no! Leave me alone!" She pleads helplessly. She's tired of this whole night. What was supposed to be a chill evening, turned into her being hunted like prey.

She sits on the floor, knees to her chest as she rocks back and forth like a child.

"Come on pretty girl, answer the question, and i'll let you live."

She doesn't say anything.

"What door am I at?"

She sobs even harder.

"Come on. There's two main doors to your home. The front and the side door. pick "

"I- can't!" The voice sighs out in what seems like boredom. "You will. now answer."

Kehlnai shakily stands up and grabs a sharp knife from her mother's chopping block. She holds it close as she stands in the kitchen.

"The side door?" She questions softly.

The man laughs making her freeze.

"Wrong! I'm not there but he is!"

She screams as the glass behind her shatters, a lawn chair landing close to her. She takes off running from the kitchen as a shadowy figure creeps through the broken glass, the knife in her hand long forgotten. She rushes through the foyer, fleeing to the side door in an attempt to escape the big home.

She creeps around the house, trying to see where the killer is, and get away from him to safety. She comes up on the side of the house where three curtainless windows sit. She crouches down and begins to crawl along the concrete, her knees burning at the rough pavement. She peeks her head through the first window and sees the killer walking into the foyer.

She ducks back down before getting to the second window. This time, the killer is looking in the foyer closet searching for the girl.

She gets to the third window, hoping he's nowhere to be found.

Unfortunately, when she peeks into the window, she comes face to face with her reflection and a white mask.

A blood-curdling scream is pulled from her throat as a hand shoots through the glass and wraps around her neck, attempting to yank her inside through the window.

She fights, swinging her arms and pushing them away, her bare feet stepping into the glass. she manages to break free and takes off towards the front of the house, tripping over her own feet as she maneuvers through the wet grass.

In the distance, she sees a set of headlights turning up her driveway.

Her parents!

She begins screaming, waving her arms vigorously in an attempt to flag them down, hoping they can save her from the masked killer.

Unfortunately, they can't.

She's tackled to the ground, her phone flying out of her hand and landing a few feet away from her. Her body is violently flipped over, her back being pushed into the mud as the killer straddles her. She attempts to fight back, not giving up just yet.

The masked killer gets irritated with her fighting and raises their arm, the blade of the knife glimmering in the moonlight.

it happens so fast, the killer's arm swinging down expeditiously, the blade plunging deep into the girl's chest.

Her jaw drops open in pain, nothing but a croak leaving her throat.

He removes the knife, both of them looking towards the crimson color blossoming through the threads of her sweater.

She spots a rock by her legs and takes her chance.

Just as the killer raises his blade once again, she snatches the rock and slams it against his head. He falls off of her, grabbing the side of his head in pain. The girl manages to rise to her feet, snatching her phone from the ground, and staggering toward her parent who are now exiting the parked Cadillac.

She opens her mouth to call for help, but it seems as if her own vocal cords fail her, no sound coming from her mouth.

Her parents remain oblivious to their bloody daughter. Even though she is only 10 feet away from them, they fail to see her reaching out, longing for them to save her.

A sharp pain emerges in her shoulder blade, sending her to the ground. She begins to heave in pain, her whole body aching from all the fighting she has been doing. She's turned back over, her ankles being grabbed as she dragged through the yard.

Her once-cream sweater was now covered in blood and mud.

Her hearing is going in and out, a loud ringing in her left ear while her right ear is filled with the pounding of her heart. The cellular device still in her grip begins to vibrate.

Oddly enough, there isn't any more fright in her body.

She knows this is the end for her.

She's come to terms that she will die tonight.

She declines the call, welcoming death with open arms.

The masked figure drops her legs, making her look up at him.

It feels as if her eyes are playing tricks on her as two killers stand in her field of vision. They look at each other, nodding, before dropping to their knees and proceeding to stab the girl repeatedly.

She begins to choke and sputter on her own blood, her body lurching at each mutilation being made to her body. Her blood coats the masks, splotches of blood dripping down onto their already bloody gowns.

They each land one final blow into her chest before they watch the light leave her eyes.

The two killers move silently and quickly, one wrapping rope around her neck as the other throws the end around a tree branch. the one killer stands up and helps yank the rope over the branch.

The dead girl's body begins to drag through the grass, eventually lifting into the air, swinging back and forth.

They work fast in securing the rope around the tree, before admiring their work.

"something's missing."

He moves forward with his knife raised.

He plunges it deep into her abdomen, dragging the knife across her torso. Her blood splashes into the dirt, creating a mud-like consistency. He reaches his gloved hand into the wound, pulling out her intestines, and scattering them beneath her.

He steps back toward his accomplice.

"It's perfect."

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[crimsondestroyer]

👋Tell me about Zampanio

OKAY. so. (unreality tw)

i've explained this before in an old post but i am always up to ramble about this more lmao (also idk where the old post is, it was pinned for a while but has since been Buried)

back in like. i forgor exactly when, the 70s-80s? there was SUPPOSEDLY this weird old retro game called zampanio

what is it? what's it about? how does it play? who knows lmao

descriptions of it are wildly different and wildly inconsistent beyond a few core themes, and apparently have a tendency to delete themselves? idk it's weird

is zampanio even real? doubt it!

but! people still make fan-works of it

and now there's like. this weird self-perpetuating spiral of zampanio fanfiction where there is no original source material so people just make stuff based on other stuff based on other stuff

basically anything can be a zampanio fan-work (usually called a "branch" since there isn't really an original source material for it all to be fan-works of)

people have made zampanio branches in all sorts of different fandoms

it's magnus archives and it's homestuck and it's rain world and it's animorphs and it's mario & luigi and it's undertale and it's basically anything you want it to be

and basically the only things tying most of them together are occasional references between specific ones like recurring characters, and a few general overarching themes of obsession and stuff

it's kind of like goncharov

except it actually PREDATES goncharov (like, i'm in a zampanio discord server which has existed since before goncharov was a thing and i remember how funny everyone thought it was when Zampanio But Mafia Movie became a main-stream meme lmao)

it's very fun interacting with the community, it's pretty small but they've made some really cool stuff

there's a lot of unreality themes and it can definitely be. intense. at times

if you have issues with unreality/horror stuff it might not be for you?

but there's also a very comfortable vibe of like. you're surrounded by cautionary tales about getting too obsessed with stuff, but also reminders to NOT get too obsessed with stuff

the shambling horror with your face is asking when the last time you drank some water and went outside is

it's very funny how those two things can coexist

anyway like. if you look up zampanio you'll probably find a bunch of different zampanio things around the internet

but this is also a pretty good place to start

http://www.farragofiction.com/ZampanioSim/

jr's branch is kind of like. the one that kick-started everything

it's very cool lmao

anyway everyone go check out zampanio

#zampanio #tw unreality #text collage #thanks for asking! (:

[citadelsanchez]

Hii. I took a pause from requests and wrote up a lil something that was inspired by me playing horror games. So, I now present a (gn) one shot with your bf Rick where you taunt him into playing Outlast to test his fear level. Also slightly seggsy material in the end?!? 👀

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"AHHHH," you cried out in fear, dropping your controller on the floor for probably the 30th time tonight.

You were playing Outlast in honor of Halloween season but weren't sure how many more scares your heart could take. Especially at 10 pm with the lights off. Your blood pressure was through the roof.

You were seated on the Smith's couch, waiting for your blue haired stud of a boyfriend to finish up his project in the garage so you two could spend time together. You were thankful that Beth, Jerry, and Summer all had rooms that were far away enough to not hear your panicked wails.

"W-whatcha doing there, Y/N?" You hear a feeble voice call and turn to see Rick's grandson Morty, who you were close with, walk in and observe your frightened state.

"Just uh, playing some Outlast. I wish I could say those were someone else's screams," you mumble. He sits on the opposite end of the couch and watches in silence as you try and progress to the next objective in the game, tip toeing around the asylum while the hairs on your entire body stood up on edge.

"Y-you got it, you can hide i-in that locker," Morty whispers, careful not to break your tense position. You bite on your bottom lip as your heart thuds faster realizing you missed the locker in the game and kept running away from the monster that was chasing you.

"Boo." A voice pops out at the side of your face and you let out a bloodcurdling scream and put your hands over your face, the controller thudding to the ground loudly as it flew out of your hands.

You hear the laughter of none other than your one and only asshole lover, Rick. He's pointing at your now livid face and holding his stomach.

"O-oh man, Y/N that was fuckin-fucking perfect."

"Geeezz Rick, you didn't have to scare Y/N like that. W-w-what if they had an actual heart attack or s-something?" Morty says.

"Well unlike him, I could actually survive one so I guess he uses me as a torture subject," you snap, crossing your arms and glaring at his tall frame beside you.

Rick rolls his eyes. "Wh-whatever biitch. Anyway, now we can go have aloOONE time," he responds, lifting his flask to drink before extending his hand.

You shake your head. "Since I know that I can't warrant an apology out of you unless you were responsible for my actual death, I have a better idea."

He raises a brow at you and his lips curl into a frown. "Please do go on," he said in a flat tone.

"You're going to play it." You state nonchalantly.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Why not?" You say with a mocking tone as you lean forward, "Are you scared?"

He still stares unblinkingly at you. "No, I've wiped my ass with scarier real monsters than in your s-stupid game."

"Then what's the harm, old man? Just a few minutes is all I'm asking. Or daring."

"Y-yeah come on Rick, you-you won't even be able to play it" Morty chimes in.

Rick pinches the bridge of his nose and groans, sitting down beside you. You hold out the controller, eyes twinkling with excitement as he snatches it from you. With Rick being vehemently stubborn in every way, it was somewhat rare that he gives in to your wishes like this.

"W-whatever will make you two sh-shut the fuck up quicker" he says, eyes adjusting to the screen.

You begin explaining how to play. "So, to hold the camcorder up and turn on nig-"

"I've heard of the game, I think I can figure it out" he interrupts and you put your hands up.

"Alright. Excuse me."

All three of you have your eyes glued to the TV as Rick navigates the character through different rooms. You glance over to see his tongue slightly out in concentration, which you'd have taken a picture of, but didn't want to ruin the moment. Morty has his hands over his face in anticipation.

Rick found the keycard for the next room and walked the character in as the music spiked in suspense. You realize that he hasn't said a single word since taking over, which was an indication that he was already on edge.

The screen went even darker as the new objective popped up on the screen.

Exit through the showers.

Rick leaned forward a bit, as the character walked through the darkness of the showers with his night vision camera.

A sinister, burly man suddenly appeared out of the shadows as the character was walking and began fast walking towards him.

The sound of the controller thumb sticks swerving to change direction was heard as Rick quickly led his character the other way.

Rick let out a nervous "uhh.." as another burly man appeared from the other direction as the player now realizes they're trapped and must find a quick escape.

The character starts running frantically for a couple of seconds before ultimately being jump scared and snatched up by one of the men.

"FUCKKKK" Rick exclaims, jumping back. He can't hide the anxiety as his chest heaves up and down.

The room was silent for a second before you started cackling. "Look at your dumb lil scared face, Sanchez. Wiped your ass with scarier monsters huh?"

Morty joins in on your laughter. "W-wow Rick, not such a tough guy anymore."

Rick turns to you fuming, staring into your eyes menacingly for a few seconds before whipping his portal gun out. He shoots a portal onto the floor underneath your seat on the couch and pushes you into it.

You have no time to react as you fall through, landing on a soft surface which you realize is Rick's bed.

The room is pitch black but you sense his presence still, before you hear the sound of his belt snapping off along with another mystery metal clanking.

You let out a small gasp and clutch a pillow to your chest. You were no stranger to what Rick justified as a suitable punishment for your taunting behavior. You feel a mix of arousal and shame build in your body.

"We'll see who keeps the dumb lil scared face." He snarls into your ear before pushing you backwards on the bed.

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[danceswithsporks]

13 and 16 with Sub!Crosshair?

I’m so unbelievably sorry with how long this took to finish!! I’ve never written Cross as a sub so this was definitely hard for me to figure out. I’ve always seen our sexy sniper as a dom so it was an adventure to say the least.

I will admit that this got away from me and just…took on one hell of a life of its own. So hopefully you enjoy it and I hope that I managed to give you at least a little of what you asked for! 🖤

"love to see you squirm. Now I want to hear you moan." And "Don't worry. I'll make you feel real good."

The flirty giggle of the blonde at the end of the bar drew your attention from the glasses you’d been cleaning. She swished her hair playfully before leaning forward and running her perfectly manicured fingers across Crosshair's shirt. A smirk played on his lips as he continued to discuss something with the woman. You rolled your eyes as she feigned another giggle before stepping closer to him. She could flirt all she wanted, but at the end of the night, there was only one person he’d be going home with. Your hand reached into your pocket and stroked the metal remote sitting comfortably within. With a smirk, you pressed the button in the center and waited, within moments Crosshair was adjusting how he was sitting and flashing a knowing glance your way. Your eyes caught his dark amber ones and you raised a questioning eyebrow to him while still smirking. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he forced a moan down, his eyes begging for you to stop the device encircling his cock and balls. A satisfied smile crossed your lips as it was made clear that he remembered the rules of your game, with a happy hum you pressed the button once more.

Cross fought the desire to visibly relax now that the vibrations had stopped. This torturous game had been his idea from the start and now he regretted ever bringing it up to you. It had started simple enough, you two enjoyed watching the other flirt with random people. So the idea of him flirting with women in front of you while you worked your shift had been appealing. You’d asked what was in it for you and that’s when he’d stupidly pulled out the cock and balls ring.

“If ya start feeling a little jealous you can press that and I’ll make sure you know I only want you.” He said it so confidentially as your fingers stroked the silicon material carefully. Cross had honestly felt that you’d never actually use it. You were far too sweet of a thing to torture him that way. Boy, was he wrong.

You’d picked up the remote and turned it over in your hands a few times before pressing the button on top and activating the ring in his hand. A devilish smirk played on your lips as you realized how silent it was. “So if you begin to break the rules, I just use this?” Holding up the device in your hand, you wrapped your fingers around the round remote to show how easily concealable it was.

A limb formed in his throat as he noticed a new glint in your eye. “Y-yes.” Something was beginning to tell him this was a bad idea. You smirked at him while letting a soft laugh of amusement leave your precious lips. An ‘interesting’ passed your lips before you slid the device into your pocket and headed towards the door, your shift beginning soon. “W-we could always think of something else!” Oh yeah, this was probably not his best plan.

You'd used the remote a solid three times already. Little reminders here and there that you were watching and that he was yours. The blonde standing between his legs ran her hand against his knee with a coy giggle. Maybe it was time to work your way towards that end of the bar.

“So tell me, clone.” The blonde purred her words to him. “Will your girlfriend be joining you tonight?”

Cross caught the way you moved towards him from the corner of his eye. A smirk played on his lips while he reached up and ran his finger under the chin of the blonde before him. “Who said I had a girlfriend?”

“A cute clone like you? Without a girl? Such a shame.” Her fingers walked up his leg and towards his inner thigh where the outline of his hard member could be seen thanks to the pants he was wearing. The cocking was doing its job of keeping him hard; a noticeable gasp could be heard leaving the blonde as she took in the size.

“Ya offering to take the position?” The sound of a bottle being placed down a little too hard caught his attention from your direction. Crosshair bit his lip as he watched your hand slide back into your pocket, if you turned the device on then this woman would surely feel it.

The blondes hand gripped his thigh tightly right before the tip of his cock in his jeans. “I’ve never been with someone like you. Not sure if I could handle it.”

Cross chuckled slyly as he ran his hand down her arm and to her wrist. “Don’t worry. I’ll make ya feel good.” Her eyes fluttered and he smirked. So easy to make these girls' heads spin.

“Hey, your man gonna pick ya up tonight?” Your coworker stepped next to you and passed you the latest batch of cleaned glasses. The question drew your attention away from Cross and to the orange-skinned twi-lek next to you. The blonde next to Cross giggled and asked if he wanted another drink before he showed her how good he was to which he replied a dark ‘sure’. A wicked idea began to form in your head and with a hum to the ‘bartender?’ call the blonde let out, you decided to play with him back. “Yeah, Wolffe should be here in a little bit.”

“Wolffe? So you finally gave me a name for your mystery man.” The twi-lek watched as you poured two more beers at the back of the bar while standing near the blonde and clone.

You caught the way Cross visibly tensed at the mention of Wolffe. The clone had flirted with you on more than one occasion and he was positive that you’d happily welcome a three-some with them both. A thought that had crossed your mind a few times. But something you’d noticed quickly, was that whenever you mentioned the one-eyed clone, Cross became very intense with you. The last time you’d mentioned seeing Wolffe in the bar he’d practically fucked you into the wall. “Won’t be a mystery much longer. He asked me to marry him.”

Your coworker bounced in excitement at the news. “No way! What did you say?” Her eyes scanned your hand for a ring but frowned when she didn’t see one. “You said no?”

Stepping back over to Cross and the blonde, you set the glasses down slowly. “Oh, I said yes, just let the ring at home. You never know when” you slid your sniper's glass towards him before knocking over the blonde onto her. “ accidents might happen.”

“Ugh! You idiot! Look what you’ve done!” The blonde jumped back and stomped her heel against the durasteel floor with a humph.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” You feigned a frown before passing a rag to the woman. “Here. Maybe this will help.”

The tag was grabbed angrily from your hand as the woman began to dab at her dress. “Well, what about my friend here? You got his pants soaked.”

“My shift is done, but I guess I could take care of him too.” You nodded to your coworker who raised an eyebrow as you stepped around the bar and made your way to the clone. Moving in front of the woman, you smirked at your man. “Ready for me to soak your face instead, Wolffe?” Your hand snaked into your pocket and you hit the power on the cock ring.

Cross stood with a groan and pulled you into a deep kiss. Using Wolffe's name was so damn dirty of you. You knew exactly what it did to him. “Let’s go, fiancé.” His hand slid around your waist and pulled you close. Another groan left him as he slid his hand into your pocket as well and clicked off the damn device currently housing his cock. Too fucking long had you been touting him like this. He needed to get his payback.

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But he wouldn’t get it, not yet at least. As soon as the door to your shared apartment shut, he was on you. You were pressed against the wall and his lips instantly found yours. Rough kisses mixed with irritated growls came from him as he pulled at your work shirt. “How dare you bring that reg up like that.” His knee forced its way between your legs and against your dampening heat. “You want him, don’t ya? Want him between these legs? Fucking you like an animal against this wall.”

You chuckled darkly at him while sliding your hand down the front of his pants. “Look who's talking.” Your fingertips grazed across the delicate skin of his cock, creeping slowly around it. “You wanted to take that blonde behind the bar and fuck her. Think about me while you did it?” His hand reached up and gripped your chin tightly as he angrily pulled you into a deep kiss. You gripped his cock and began to stroke it before pulling your hand away. He growled against your lips while rutting into you, making you laugh.

“Maybe she wouldn’t have been as mouthy as you’re being.” He regretted the words the moment they left him. You’d pulled the remote out of your pocket while he’d kissed you and now, with the hottest and dirtiest smirk he’d ever seen on you, you clicked it on. “K-Kriff.” His head fell to your shoulder and he rutted harder against your hips, chasing the release you’d been teasing him with for the last hour.

“Oh, my dear Sniper. Is there something you want?” You pursed your lips playfully next to his ear and spoke nice and slow. He whined against your teasing touch when he felt your fingers against his pants again. You nuzzled his ear with the tip of your nose while your other hand increased the intensity of the cock ring. He moaned against your shoulder a desperate ‘yes’.

“K-kitten, I need to c-cum.” He’d been on the precipice for the last thirty minutes and you bringing up Wolffe had just pushed him even closer. Suddenly the vibrations stopped and Cross looked up at you. There it was again, that twinkle in your eye that made him tingle all over. “W-what?”

You stepped away from him and moved towards your small kitchen. A chair was pulled from the table and placed in the center of the room. “Be a good boy and sit for me.” Your fingers ran over the back of the chair as he did as he was told. His hands went to unclasp his pants but you were quickly grabbing them and pulling them behind his back. You pulled the belt from your pants off and wrapped it around his wrists, binding them together. “I didn’t say you could pull that out, did I?”

Cross’s breathing quickened as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. You'd stepped into this new position of control so easily and fuck if it wasn’t turning him on so damn much. All he wanted at this point was for you to ride him and drain him. “M-Mesh’la. Please.”

“Please? Now that’s a delicious word from you I don’t usually hear. Do you want to cum that badly?” He nodded to you with a desperate look in his eye, it made you feel proud that you’d done this to him. Usually it was him holding all the power. “Even more reason for you to hold on then.” Walking away from him, you entered your room and dug through the closet for a moment.

Never had he felt this desperate for a release. Never had he been tied up and bossed around by someone so incredibly hot like you. Kriff, he was glad he was marrying you. The ring around his cock began to vibrate once more, making his eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck, baby.” The vibrations stopped once more allowing him to relax and open his eyes, the sight of you in the doorway nearly pushed him into his release.

You knew how much he loved seeing you in Bad Batch colors, you also knew how much he adored seeing you in his shirt and his name around your thigh. So your little outfit hadn’t been that hard to figure out. You’d swiped one of his black tops and brought it to a friend who made costumes for exotic dancers. She’d perfectly converted it into a sexy piece of lingerie that covered your breasts just enough to show off the logo of his squad on one side and the crosshair of a scope on the other. “My beloved, sniper.” Your black heels clicked loudly on the floor as you made your way to him, something red and silicone in your hand. The black lace of the panties you wore caught the light and allowed the red hues to catch his eye. You loved the way he shifted in the seat trying to get a more comfortable view of you. The strain of his cock against his pants was becoming more and more delicious to see. “Do you want to touch me?” He nodded as you stepped in front of him and let him get a good look at your outfit. Turning in place, all angles of the setup were able to be seen and that’s when you heard him inhale at the little line of numbers running down your spine in a fresh tattoo.

“CT-9904” came out in a strangled moan from him, the sight of the numbers and the feeling of the vibrating ring around his cock and balls was becoming too much. You looked fucking stunning in his colors with his shirt and his numbers on your body. His, all his. No one would be able to deny that, not even Wolffe. “Perfect place.” Now whenever he fucked you from behind he’d be able to see his designation. The vibrations finally stopped and he moaned softly, he was so damn close.

“Let’s see if you think so.” Holding up the red silicon object, you watched the way his eyebrow raised in confusion. “Hold still.” You leaned over in front of him, giving a teasing view of your breasts, and placed the object on his thigh. Slowly, you ran your hand around his leg and wrapped the object into place. “Try to not cum too soon.”

Cross took a moment to look at the object on his leg, trying to figure out what your game plan was. Though he wasn’t able to focus for too long thanks to the lovely sight of your breasts in that damn top. How mad would you be if he just ripped that off of you with his teeth? You moved back to speak and that’s when he realized what you’d placed on him. “G-grinder?” He’d mentioned getting one for you to try out a few weeks ago but he hadn’t realized you’d ordered it. The intention had been for you to be pumping his cock while riding his thigh. Instead, you were forcing him to resist his release.

“Do you like it? I took what you said to heart and looked for one I liked.” And boy was he in store for a special surprise with the one you picked.

“You did?” He groaned as you straddled his leg and nestled yourself on the grinder. That little squeak you made as you moved slowly forwards made his cock twitch achingly against his pants. When something silver glimmered between your breasts Cross raised an eyebrow. Maybe it was a piece of the wire in your top?

A chuckle left your lips as you leaned your head forward and ran your lips against his ear. “I did. I always take what you say and listen carefully.”

Wait, why did you say it that way? His mind began to run through things he’d said previously, wondering what it was that was pulling at him. Something was telling him this was the consequence of his big mouth. “Like w-what?”

You hummed in thought as your hips rocked back and forth across the ridges and bumps of the grinder. “Like how you prefer when I make the meat just a bit spicy. Or how you prefer milk in your caf.” A devilish grin crossed your lips while you dragged your teeth across his lobe. “Or how I’m such a good little sub.”

It hit him like a ton of durasteel. What you’d said had thrusted a sudden memory to the front of his mind. Your sweet lovely body was wrapped around him as he buried himself between your legs. His nails dug into the supple flesh of your ass, holding you up and against the wall. “Such a good little whore. My pretty little sub. You’re just so good at following everything I say. Maker, I love to see you squirm, now I wanna hear ya moan.” He’d thrust heavily into you a few more times as you screamed and wailed between heavy breaths. “You’ll always be my good little sub.”

“Me and my big m-mouth.” Cross’s head fell back as he realized he’d been the one to egg you on. Been the one to make you find this dominating side and tease him like this. This was all his fault and fuck did he plan on doing it again and again.

“Yes, that big mouth of yours.” Reaching between your breasts, you pulled out two silver remotes that looked identical. “It gave me an idea. So I bought this for some fun. But then you showed up with your gift.” You held both remotes up for him to see. “Can you tell which one is for your toy and which one is for mine?” When he shook his head, you chuckled darkly. “Neither do I. Shall we play a game then?”

“A game?” He moaned loudly as you pressed the buttons on both remotes. Your pleasure-filled cries filling the air. Head falling back and mouth open in pleasure, you allowed your hands to fall behind you and grip his knee as you rocked back and forth in desperation. “Kriff, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He’d happily spend every remaining day of his life watching you like this. Your hips rolling against his thigh while the toy vibrated intensely between your legs. The sweet delicious sounds of your pleasure filled his ears for as long as they could.

Fuck, the grinder was more intense than you realized it would be. Trying to even think straight or form basic sentences was nearly impossible. It took more focus than you’d ever admit to look back at him and explain your game. “P-pick one…gah…at a-any p-point…mmmph… you c-click it offfff…. If it’s n-not yoursss…you can’t cum.” A gasp left your lips as your string of pleasure began to tighten. Fuck, you were already getting so close, this grinder was amazing.

He could practically see how weak you were becoming from your need to release. But he knew you better than you knew yourself. The grinder wouldn’t be enough to get you off, not in the way you wanted or deserved. Cross shifted in his seat and nodded to your left hand. “That one, kitten. Put it in my hand.” You gave him a hazy nod and leaned against him, your delectable breasts in that delicious top straining to stay contained. Deciding to add to your pleasure, Cross began to bounce his leg. You screamed out in need while holding onto him tightly and looking over his shoulder to slide the silver remote into his bound hands. Crosshair turned his head and buried his face into your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume and liquor. A smell that was intoxicating to him. “You're so incredibly sexy like this, Mesh’la. Taking so much control and wrapping me around that little finger of yours.” He growled his words into your skin as little teasing kisses were placed in the crook of your neck. You whined into his shoulder as your speed hastened, no doubt chasing the release you so desperately wanted. “But if I know my girl, then I know you’re so painfully close right now you’re on the verge of tears. That you need something extra to push you over the edge. No amount of dominating will get you that release, pet.”

He dragged his teeth slowly across your shoulder teasing you in the best way imaginable. “Please.” It wasn’t fair, you were supposed to be showing him you were more than a little sub. That you could totally be a dom and yet he was so damn right. You couldn’t get off like this. Not when that thing to push you over was him and that glorious rod between his legs. He chuckled darkly into your skin in that annoying but sexy cocky voice of his and it made you more determined to fight the need to grab his cock and ride it until morning. Instead, you pulled back a bit and kissed him deeply as your movements became more erratic. If you could just move to the right position you’d be soaking his leg.

Crosshair didn’t need Jedi abilities or enhanced senses like Hunter to know exactly what you were trying to do. A deep growl came from him as he let you rut against him for a bit. “Let me help.” He opened his mouth slowly and dragged his teeth across your skin once more. A loud whine escaped your lips as you tried to utter a shaky ‘n-no’ to him. With a roll of his eyes, Cross bit into your shoulder making you scream in ecstasy as you came undone around his leg.

What he didn’t expect was the absolute carnal desires that were released as you did so. The sound of your voice as you cried out in pleasure, how your body shuttered and slowed against him as you rode through your high and that sweet stench of sex and sweat in the air. It all made him need to fuck you so damn bad, like how an animal catching the scent of its mate in heat was pushed to breed them. Fuck, the idea of breeding you, his fiancé, drove that desire so much more.

Your thumb trailed across the button of the remote in your palm, ready to hit it and possibly turn off your toy. But the sound of fabric snapping pulled you from the hazy bliss of post-orgasm high. Before you could even react, his arms were around you and holding you tight. “C-cross!” Those arms you loved, scooped under your ass and moved you carefully to the floor as he groaned against the continued vibrations of his cock ring. So far it seemed he hadn’t tried to turn it off as both toys were still going.

“I know that wasn’t enough for you. It’s time for you to get your prize for being so damn naughty tonight.” Cross reached between his legs and practically ripped his pants down in urgency. It was no longer a want to fuck you, it was a need. He’d been fighting his release for nearly a damn hour and he just couldn’t do it anymore. His pants caught on the grinder and he easily ripped the toy off in annoyance, throwing it to the side without a second thought. It buzzed angrily on the ground and when you moved to hit the button on your remote to try and stop it, he grabbed it and threw both remotes towards the discarded toy. “Together.” Was all he said as he lined his caged cock with the soaking heat of your cunt. “So fucking wet. You like your little orgasm?” A shaky ‘y-yes’ came from you and he clicked his tongue before laughing and bending down to kiss you.

His tongue danced across your lips demanding entrance, which you eagerly gave to him. While the orgasm had been amazing, it wasn’t amazing enough. No, there was only one way to get the orgasm you wanted and that was from him dominating you and fucking you into the floor. “Cross, fuck.”

There was that needy whine of yours that turned him to a hundred. He understood what you were trying to do, how you were trying to be the dominating one. But you were just too damn sweet to fully be able to do it. “My little pet, you did so well today. So fucking sexy controlling me.” You whined at the praise he poured over you as the tip of his cock teased your entrance, lubing itself up with your prior release. He caught one of the little tears that ran down your cheek and lifted it for you to see. “Don’t cry, you truly did a great job today. Now let me reward you.”

That fucking praise that he gave you always did something to you inside. The fire inside you burst into a full inferno as he continued to praise you and let you know how well you’d done. The promise of a reward was mentioned and you moaned at the idea. Yes, a reward for controlling your clone fiancé so perfectly that he was now ready to destroy you like an animal that’s finally pinned its prey. “Yes. Fuck, Crosshair. I want it so badly.”

How could he refuse you when you begged so sweetly? Without another word, he slid into you and groaned at how tightly you clamped down around him. You let out a beautiful wailing moan as the vibrating silicon of his cock ring made contact with your clit, reactivating your entire body. Breathy pants and cries of his name filled your apartment while he took a moment to savor your beautiful body beneath him once more. “Gonna show ya why you're mine and not that cocky Reg’s.”

He slid out painfully slow from your heat before hungrily thrusting back into you. The mention of Wolffe had your head spinning. So this was your reward, a hard and mind-blowing fucking after bringing up Wolffe once more. At this point, you did it on purpose just for him to get this riled up. “Always yours, only yours.” He quickly increased his speed and your body was bouncing in time with him.

Crosshair watched in delight as your breasts broke free of the top just from the force in which he was fucking you. Usually end worry this was too rough, even for you, but the smile and cries of pleasure leaving you let him know you were okay. “Damn right, you are.” A tightness pulled at him with each long hard thrust he put into you. He wouldn’t last much longer, too long he’d been edged. “Hang on, ain’t gonna l-last much longer.”

You locked your legs behind his back and gripped his knees that were on each side of him. A thought occurred to you and before you chickened out, you decided to try something else new. “I demand you cum in me, Crosshair. Fill me with every single drop you have.” His grip on your hips tightened with each command that left your lips.

Now that had awoken something within him. “Countdown, now”.

You didn’t hesitate, or try to ask a question.

“10…9…8…7…6…5” With every number his thrusting became harder and his grip tighter. You hung on to the next number for far longer than you should have, earning an annoyed cry from the clone buried within you.

“4”

“You’re such a good dom, kitten.”

“3”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“2”

“So fucking pretty taking my cock.”

“1”

“I love you so damn much.”

Cross moaned loudly as he came within you, your release coming mere moments later. Finally, after nearly an hour, he’d gotten his release within the only woman he’d ever want to cum in. His hands held you tightly as he allowed your body to milk him with each slow stroke he did. “Kriff. Keep doing that and we may end up with a kid.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You fought to catch your breath as his thrusts slowed to a halt. A small whine left you when he pulled out of you to pull off the cock ring and discard it with the remotes and grinder.

He’d handle turning them off later, for now, he truly just wanted to hold you close. Cross pulled you into his arms easily and slid you both towards the couch in your nearby living room. With the energy fully drained from him, he opted to keep his back against the couch and just pull a blanket down to cover you both. “Not sure I’m ready to share that sexy body of yours with anyone else yet, even if it is our kid.” But damn would you look stunning swollen with his child.

You adjusted into him and relaxed with a content sigh. “Really? No one?”

Crosshair rolled his eyes as he picked up on what you were trying to hint at. “If you can dominate him like you did me, then perhaps I’d be up for Wolffe watching.”

Something within you ignited at the delicious idea. “Just watch?”

Fuck, he loved how naughty you could be. “Edge him for as long as you did me and I’ll let ya fuck him.” Hell, he’d let ya fuck any of them if it meant watching a few regs get tortured in the process. He liked his brothers, he truly did. He got so little pleasure in things, but he knew that watching them be dominated by you, teased, and wound up by you would be a delicious delight. Besides, at the end of the day, it would be him planting his seed in your belly and marrying you.

After all, you were his pretty little switch.

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[open-hearth-rpg]

The Worst Thing: Great RPG Mechanics #RPGMechanics Week One

“Imagine the worst thing possible, assume it's true, and go from there.”

— Theodora Crain, The Haunting of Hill House, Season 1: Open Casket

Strong collaboration in play has changed my gaming in the last two decades. I come from the tradest of traddy backgrounds, learning D&D at a wee babe in the late 1970s. I grew up in a gaming community split between roleplayers, miniatures grognards, and classical wargamers. Given how young I was, I almost always played with GMs older than me, in a position of narrative and rule authority. You might get to define your character’s backstory a little, but you had little wiggle room before they’d say, “that’s not how X is.” That became my model and I kept hold of that for years.

The cracks came when, while complaining about prep and the need to revise the campaign gazetteer, my wife pointed out I didn’t need to do that work. She asked me how much of that material meaningfully impacted the table vs. how much I made up on the fly. That was the first break in the dam. The second was Dogs in the Vineyard. That swept everything away with the idea that you could just not prep at all beyond a basic framing concept.

And once you’ve allowed yourself to improv– and trust your own instincts– you can begin to trust others. You can start to respect and even seek out their input. For me it starts with a basic writer’s characterization technique: having the players describe where their characters live. Then once they’ve painted that kind of scene, giving them the space to develop other meaningful features of characters and play.

Like the horrors which await them.

There’s a great admonition in horror that the thing you imagine behind the door is much scarier than what lies behind the door. We have to embrace that moment between the introduction of the horrific and the revelation of the truth. That’s where you get dread, the real horror feeling you can create via games, books, and movies.

Bluebeard’s Bride does this with a simple collaborative concept. The Shiver from Fear move sets this: name the thing you are most afraid will happen, the groundskeeper will tell you how it’s worse than you feared. It engages you, and everyone else, with this imaginative process. You get to set some of the stakes for the moment. And you begin a light, meta-competition with others. How bad can I make it? What can I handle? What would really spook me out?

Jesse Ross’ Trophy Dark takes and builds on this concept, making the whole table complicit in the building of the horror. Rather than a single move, the whole thing game stands atop this: When you attempt a risky task, say what you hope will happen, and ask the GM and the other players what could possibly go wrong. Then gather dice.

There’s a phase of the whole table digging into this question: what’s the worst thing which could happen? Now when you roll, you have a panoply of possible fates to dread. You know what fates could be in store for you. Now we have that dread. You will get to pick your fate, but that’s even worse, because of course you want to make it interesting– and you know what scares you.

#ttrpg #rpg #rpg mechanics

[erstwhilesparrow]

haven't made a list of thoughts in a while. thought exorcism time:

i feel like i've told this story a billion times but when i started university i told myself, "okay, that was a fun little summer jaunt writing fic and all, but you gotta chill now and focus on school stuff," and then i just could not do it at all. i'd have a google doc open on my laptop to add a couple sentences to it in the ten minute break between classes. i'd walk around campus thinking about editing this or that sentence. my friend turned to me while we were hanging out yesterday and told me something to the effect of, "i like writing, but i don't think i need to write in the way that you need to write." sometimes i think about what i would do if i had to stop writing for any reason and then i have to sit down for a few minutes. saying this in text i feel like-- a joke character? like how the fuck am i a real person that exists in the world and is like this. it is nevertheless true that i am like this!

so if i were to attempt narrativizing mcsos, there's two directions we could go here. one is to look at what's been produced so far and make a story about that, the other is to consider "if i were asked what sort of plot beats might be fun and interesting to do on this server starting from our current point in time, what would i say?" and the looking back direction i think is just. it's a game. lean into the themes, you know? everything you do is a love letter to the world, and in some ways, the game is the practice run for the love letter you are writing with your life beyond the game. and i also am thinking about that post that's like "minecraft's natural generation feels like an invitation to build on top of it," to smooth out the rough edges and make it look ~more like the thing you are expecting? i like the idea of the universe taking these players and going, "okay, here, for this brief span, inhabit these breakable little bodies and help me build a world with a history. help me make a place that people have been." and it works with the Not Doing Lore because none of the players are strictly Playing Characters, but they have ideas about the sorts of people who would be In This Place. owen's skeletons in the jungle are, yes, literally a place he is living for now, but they are also making someone else's story and putting it into the world, even if we never meet or know about that someone else. pix's massive excavation is a story about people who could pull chunks of the world up into the sky, and this is what pix's story is, but it's also not about him -- he is building a history that didn't happen, or at least didn't happen to him-as-excavator. i think there are ways to tell this story that make it ring true to what the videos give us and still Make It A Story.

another bullet point for the other direction: when the first mcsos videos were posted and people kept making "no lore! ;)" jokes and all the SOS promo material seemed like it was about people in modern day clothes stranded out in a weird magical wilderness, i mentioned to a friend that it would be really fun if what happened was a story about building a world so well it eats you. "we're not doing lore," they say. "it's just a game and we're just going to play it as a game." and it is a game, for a while, and they really aren't trying to tell any story, and then things beyond their control start happening and they become increasingly trapped in this world and they're not telling a story here but a story is demanding to be told anyway. this can also be about the horrors of being a creator, probably.

i do think that in conversation with an empty room and a microphone isn't even nearly as good as some of the stuff that was inspired by it, but i also don't care at all because i'm so fucking pleased that that fic did almost exactly the thing i wanted it to. i get why people are not always on the "all fic is meta" train but this is the train i am on and there is not much more satisfying than knowing that i played in a role in a really really interesting and ongoing Conversation Via Fic. it doesn't matter that i maybe didn't say everything i could have with that fic; other people can and have and will fill in those gaps!! it rules!! it's so cool!! i like this fact a lot. forgive me being sentimental.

[all of the other thoughts that would go here have to be redacted because i'm STILL not done outsiders and i am saving those thoughts for after i'm done to avoid people spoiling things]

#sparrowsong #welcome to wall of text. thank goodness for the readmore button eh?

[frasier-crane-style]

So. The First Omen. I only know about the other Omens from, y'know, osmosis, but weirdly enough, this is in continuity with those three movies from the seventies, complete with a Gregory Peck reference. It's a generally well-made movie, but odd as a prequel, with a downright bizarre sequel hook. And as you might expect, it doesn't much engage with its own religious horror nature, preferring to comment on bodily autonomy and feminism, however subtly. At one point, the heroine says "They tell us we're bad, but only because they say we're bad" or words to that effect. And you have to wonder what a devout Catholic and aspiring nun in the seventies is doing with that much pop psychology.

Personally, if I didn't believe in original sin, I probably wouldn't endeavor to become a nun, but that's just me.

Anyway, there's some interesting stuff going on, but it's all spoilery, so I'll put it behind the cut.

Okay, I haven't watched the original trilogy, so maybe this is something there's precedent for, but I was under the impression that the cultists who were supporting and enabling the Anti-Christ were... you know... run-of-the-mill Satanists. The First Omen retcons that to them actually being rogue Catholics who are creating the Anti-Christ in order to get more people to go to church.

(You'd think a bunch of priests would know that the Anti-Christ showing up is basically game over for planet Earth, not "he causes trouble for a while and gets defeated and everyone now knows the Devil is real, back to watching Dynasty everyone!.")

This plot twist makes Satan seem pretty wimpy, since he isn't even able to get his own followers to bring about the End Times, he has to hitch his wagon to naughty Catholics. Which is actually probably the most Biblical thing in this movie, that Satan doesn't have any actual strength, he can only take advantage of misguided Christians. But still, it makes it so the Apocalypse is basically the result of a bureaucratic blunder, which is a bit deflating, purely thematically speaking.

And it seems to me these villains, whoever they are, have three competing motivations.

Father Brennan, who is the movie's big conspiracy exposition guy, says that they're just ambitious assholes, essentially cynical and secular, who are afraid of losing power as atheism takes hold and want to drive people back to the Church to secure their own privileges. This doesn't make much sense to me. Like you have one evil nun who commits suicide, another who volunteers to be raped by a demon... Bill Nighty is getting on in years, does he really think he's going to be around long enough to benefit from this Anti-Christ creation and backlash plot? If these people are just in it for material gain, what are they actually getting out of this?

Also, if you ask me, it seems like they would save themselves a bunch of time and energy by just declaring for Satan in the first place instead of this roundabout "serving God by serving Satan" plot. I mean, if you're just in it for power, why prevaricate?

The villains themselves act like religious zealots: lots of talk about sacrifice and the greater good. They seem to sincerely be trying to drive people back to the Church in order to save their souls, even if they're doing it in a retarded horror movie way.

And then there's the Satanists, because there have to be legitimate hail Satan types in there somewhere, right? All the bad guys in the original movies couldn't have been devoted Catholics just trying to up church attendance, right? So did the Satanists infiltrate this plot and take it over? Were they just sitting back and letting the Catholics do the hard work and then they stepped in to legitimately take over the world? Is there a mismatched buddy comedy in there where one straitlaced Catholic has to team up with a crazy rock and roll Satanist to raise the Anti-Christ?

Wait, that's just Good Omens, never mind.

Next to lastly, I know the original trilogy ended with a movie called The Final Conflict where Christ Our Savior returned to soundly defeat Damian and usher in paradise on Earth. That would seem to close out the franchise, to me, but First ends with the reveal that there are multiple failed Anti-Christs out there who are vaguely good-aligned and just living off the grid.

So I'm trying to imagine what that sequel would look. Damian's mom and aunt and sister all going through some horror movie shit and we'll try to pretend there are some stakes even though in a couple decades, the world will end and everyone who isn't condemned to Hell gets to live in God's Glory for all eternity.

I guess people enjoyed Rogue One enough, but I'm trying to imagine what could be going on in the background of the Anti-Christ's rise to power and the Second Coming of Christ that people really need to know about.

Lastly, if you're the evil Catholic Church and you just want to get people to go to church... maybe just show them the jackal demon you've got in the basement instead of having it fuck a bunch of women. That seems simpler, right?

#the omen #the first omen

[herearedragons]

Hello! :)

From the love your fandoms asks… What about numbers 3, 11, 17 and 20? The first three for each or both of your fandoms!

love your fandom asks

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

Dragon Age: that's going to be a weird answer, but Cullen. I know about The Problems but just from playing the games, I didn't really care about him, but seeing art from people who do made me go "okay, well, I see why one would like this guy". Also, that's going to be an even weirder answer, but almost the exact same thing happened with Solas.

Pillars of Eternity: so in PoE reincarnation exists and throughout the first game you remember flashes of your past life, and it never occurred to me that that past life is also free OC real estate until I saw that other people were fleshing out their PC's past life as a separate character. The potential.

11. if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

Dragon Age: okay I have to say something that isn't Homecoming for this one: I'm still pretty proud of this fic about the Arishok fight and this eldritch horror Solas fic.

Pillars of Eternity: the watercolor sketch for this one was more popular, but I'm really proud of this digital painting of my second Watcher. So proud, in fact, that I actually printed it out and it's on my wall now.

17. the thing in canon that everyone loves and that you also love

Dragon Age: The party banters. The Wardens. The tarot cards. Technically not everyone likes every LI, but I'm going to include them also.

Pillars of Eternity: we are all united by our love for two (2) special guys (and one secret special gal), all of whom are voiced by Matthew Mercer. (for the record, I appreciate the rest of the companions also, but I feel like there's an overwhelming consensus about these two specifically)

20. your very first fandom!

...I'm pretty sure that it was Hetalia, and, as I later found out was pretty common, at no point have I actually interacted with any of the source material. I just happened into an online space where people were really excited about a bunch of guys who were apparently also countries but the country stuff also wasn't really the point??? and then I read a lot of fanfiction about it, in which the country guys were really just a vessel through which people told literally whatever story they wanted to because there were no rules. in hindsight, this probably explains a lot about my current approach to fanfiction

#thanks for the ask! #my early fandoms were a lot of this “the source material is nothing but lego blocks for the story we actually want to tell” stuff #hetalia. homestuck also (I did read about half ??? of the original comic but I mostly read AU fics anyway). I think vocaloids also #then there was skyrim which was kind of halfway between the chaos of everything before that and the more consistent content of dragon age #...and then dragon age #which is more... consistent I guess because it's less of a sandbox and more of an Established Story. even if a branching one #and I didn't really write fic before dragon age but I think the spirit of the Sandbox Fandom is still present in what I write #like. The Breach is just that. turning the opening of DAI into lego blocks #herearedragons speaks

[unproduciblesmackdown]

a decade later sure i'll put it into Text Post "tumblr user claims: plausibly may feasibly" form, starting with these classic screenshots i still have saved

this being dialogue from 2015's always watching: a marble hornets story, which is like hey this is a pretty well produced indie venture & you can sure like sit through it even if you then never watch it again b/c it's still kind of overly on the beaten path & "i'm not sure this choice is justified in much of anything" (see: bizarrely omnipresent thread of a love triangle just to be There; typical Mental Patient(tm) Harbinger; several real marked More Is Less instances arguably) that is still a better time than other random horror material i've seen & hated vs. only mostly been underwhelmed by but in an Overall Shrug way alone. yeah imdb's 4.7 out of 10 seems fair enough if you consider like 5 stars truly middle of the road solid if forgettable vs that anything < 7 stars is for [Bad!] or whatever

anyways the main character is named milo & indeed the creator(s) / actors / writers troy joseph & tim were involved in the production at all: tim at least by being the first step in doug jones's casting by reaching out directly (online), but troy & joseph also via Some writing, like in that slender game sequel also: not the Primary creators / writers, but still officially involved in the creative process at all. & i knew of them & they knew of me by this time & in a [source: dude just trust me] style of way, i, a tumblr user, am like "i think milo alwayswatching Could be named after me, milo unproduciblesmackdown. lol." b/c also like yeah i can take it on the chin if it's a coincidence, which is also likely. great name & it's just not being used enough in fictional & nonfictional people's names. you might also be aware that some role in tribetweIve is named milo (maybe the main guy. i never watched it) so you might also speculate it's named after that guy, which seems plausible also, But: afaik there are no other similar plausible shoutouts at all, to that series or to emh which was just as majorly like One Of Those 3 Biggest Online Series. may or may not add a grain of salt to take it with. like my own "of course, there's a grain of salt in 'milo just like me milo, and Uncoincidentally?' b/c how wouldn't there be. a name people have"

the dude just trust me argument: distilling it down to "i went to their first convention & then the same one the next year, & in these experiences i Know they knew of me from that + also online, where people knew my name was milo as well" and "it seems feasible enough it's an easter egg Not Coincidence that i first knew this character's name happened to also be milo b/c someone who experienced a clip sent me an ask about it, so they assumed it was a possible actual connection too lol." and, of course, it might be a fun coincidence after all. but i'm still like "yeah no it Could be a funny little shoutout to me specifically for real" and mean it and, again, i can endure it if i'm completely wrong. b/c who could care, and also b/c it's so funny that the character is a guy who basically just is like "i am going to have a bad attitude. b/c of the insistent tiresome love triangle thing. well now I'm insistently tiresome" and fucking everything up but like, sure. exasperating epic fail protagonists

the only relevance i think it has besides "to me, b/c i can go haha yeah. that might be like: just like me!!" is that it's Also plausible b/c yeah marble hornets Is the kind of series that might go "this could be an easter egg about some queer autistic tumblr user we know about" lmao, its Inherent Queerness both re: the material and in the creators' knowledge like yep that's how our Appreciators skew! like it's low stakes to be like [lol, Me. perhaps] b/c it's obviously of zero importance like it adds no info, i'm just some rando queer fan from back in the day, but it's this potential Fun Fact that's funny to know & it's about "yeah like they knew i was trans back then too & that it was like, amidst the MH Fans, like nobody's cishet man (shaggy rogers voice)" Gay Rights!

#marble hornets #It's Possible And Someone Should Say It #and like fr i'm saying it with a swagful humility b/c yeah ofc it feels like an overreach to be like ME Milo???? but it could be fr #and ofc it's just a funny little detail If So so it's also really not that much of a reach b/c nobody else could care one way or another #the only possible Reactions beyond ''main character named milo? this has zero extra meaning for me'' #is Me; Specifically going [gasp!] (which i did anyways b/c Pointing! & b/c yeah thee whole time it's like It Could Be Just Like Me Fr) #and tribetwelveheads going ''like as in tribetweIve?'' which like still maybe but gotta keep it real with you chief: Less Likely #it's funny if i'm right And it's funny if i'm wrong so like yeah ofc i'll Just Say It. i can endure in good humour if Knowing no it's not #and like i could just ask. but in my prior chitchatting with [Yeah We Know Of Each Other] quadruple A status #(amicable and/or allied acquaintance) like it just hasn't ever been much or really At All abt marble hornets or anything else ''official'' #yeah i Could barge into tim's dms like HEY do you MAYBE KNOW this trivia?? about MEEE??? but like. i'm not gonna lmao #i'm gonna be like: post more new kittycat pics worstie!!!! if anything. #or be like ''you're So right. recommend skinamarink to all past present future marble hornets fans'' hell yeah king #(as someone who Hypothetically enjoys horror; thus in actual practice virtually always hates horror. That Fr! sm good fckg food) #anyways like it can't possibly matter. sure just as plausibly a ''haha no it Is coincidental'' situation like & so i can endure that though #it's most plausible thanks to the [i did manage to make it to their first convention! a lot of fun. & i bought their mask] #like this fact was 99% irrelevant to Anyone Else; e.g. anyone online then or now #but it did boost making me a specific person the main creative / production trio guys Knew Of lol. being a queer autistic fan can do that #i also never use these screenshots lol but i did save them & still like just now stumble across them like oh yeah that guy! that Mystery! #we can keep it up for that mystique & ambiguity. & b/c again i have no cause to barge in at an A.A.A.A. like Answer My Trivia Boy!! #this would Also be funny but for the sake of any actual 4A rapport i will not be attempting it for Detached Jests #(conveniently this prevents me from bravely enduring taking it on the chin anyways! hence casually posting a Fun Fact. we'll never know) #also remembering i don't even have my name being milo on my blog header. But It Is

[runabout-river]

Random ask, do you have any mlm books (eastern or western) or BL manga/manhwa that inspire your writings?

I haven't regularily read BL manga since I was in school. Outside of my regular manga (like OP, JJK, Black Butler and one-time reads like Fire Force) I barely read books or works of fiction (except for stuff in university which ranged from "The Sankin koutai system" to "Japanese short story about workers after industrialization" to "Franz Kafka's short story where the protagonist kills himself after having an argument with his father")

I mostly read and get inspired by fanfiction :D I don't read them blind though, I have to read/watch the source material first. Right now I'm watching Star Trek The Next Generation. I also spend much time with the Chicago shows or the Dark Pictures Anthology horror games.

If I could I would give you the names of the yaoi manga I read illegaly on scanlation sides. There are still some I remember fondly. And one I never finished because it was too dark for me at the time.

When it comes to how I write my own fanfiction, the one thing that mostly comes to my mind is that I want to write the characters' thoughts and feelings as I and those around me have experienced things like that in real life. Like, how would this popular trope affect me/my friends/my family and how would they react.

Fanfiction is basically its own genre and it has its writing conventions and tropes. I don't want to completely fall into those. Of course wanting and thinking is one thing and actually managing that is something completely else. I want to write a soulmate AU though.

#my fic #ask

[guesswho873]

Pedicure

Summary: sapnap forces dream to visit the pedicure what could go wrong?

note: this is not a romantic or sexual fic it is just a friendly fic

Ps: this was written by a promote by @fluffy-fics and additional promote by @twordishfics and reposted ( i only saw that) by @fluffallamaful and I wrote it ( and don't worry I asked all of them for permission to write this)

And this is kinda short sorry....

Ok you can read it now thx reading this..

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so... currently sapnap and dream were in the car and sapnap started the to drive. sapnap was in the driver seat and dream was in the back seat. now you may wonder where they are going and why, you see, the thing is it was bet that sapnap and dream made on a stream.

where they said they would do a challenge that the chat chooses and the winner get to choose the punishment for the loser, now you may think 'oh obviously dream would have won' right? no.

well you see if it was any other type of game then dream would have won, but the chat chose a horror game. and said the challenge is to not scream, witch of them scream the most loses. well by now I think you know what happened.

dream lost.

if screaming in front of 100s of people wasn't enough sapnap decided the punishment will be to get a pedicure.

first it seemed bad for dream, but the more he thought about he realised it wasn't that bad. like sapnap said he can get a clear cout if doesn't want any color, and he didn't even want to film it, and dream thought it would actually be good but he didn't really trust sapnap.

and he was right sapnap actually had a plan.

and they arrived at the place, it's like a private pedicure (like idk how to say it but it's like only one client will be there at a time). so they arrived at there.

"you ready dream~" sapnap asked (and yes he is calling him by dream not his real name) after parking the car smirking.

"whatever" dream said rolling his eyes. he really hoped no one would realise it's him here.

they went inside and a friendly young lady welcomed them and asked.

"I belive you guys registered as patches?" asked calmly.

Dream sighed quietly 'oh sapnap" he thought.

"yes, we did" sapnap said nodding.

"thx you for the information,sir" the lady said putting down the pad and papper that he was holding and continued " I am anna and today I am going to do your pedicure pls follow me." anna said going to a room and dream and sapnap followed.

the room had a bed and chairs far beside it and some things that is used for doing pedicure. anna said "do you guys both want or only 1 want a pedicure?".

sapnap quickly replied " oh! only one, it will be him." kinda pointing at dream and dream just nodded.

"ok sir, pls sit on the bed i will bring the materials" anna said and left, dream went and sat on the bed and sapnap sat on the chair and said " dream I don't think you know that you got yourself into" sapnap said.

"oh? no sapnap i think not! I just think that you wasted the chance! you know, you could have made the punishment worse, but it's too late now" dream said,confident that nothing will go worng.

the lady/anna came back with a container full of warm water and made dream put his feet on it. and dream was relaxed, it was nice, the outside was kinda cold too so this was honesty good.

dream should be rested his feet in the warm water for a few mins so sapnap and dream started talking with anna and they were having a good time.

and after the few mins anna started to work by first trimming, witch was okey by dream and the the cuticle pushing was also going great, i mean dream slightly flinched at some spots but it didn't bother anyone.but then...

dream saw the tech was taking a brush/ scrub, dream's eyes widened. oh no.

dream never been to a pedicure so he didn't know that they would also do scrubbing, he just thought they would make him put his feet on warm water and put the clear coat or nail polish. he looked at sapnap and saw him smirking.

sapnap went to a pedicure with karl a couple times and saw karl giggle whenever the scrubing started but not a laugh, ( cuz he is not that ticklish in his feet) and sapnap knew this will be great for dream.

so anna/tech scrubbed the bottom of the feet, which made dream wanting to giggle and laugh already, but he won't, he can't, that will be MOST embarassing thing ever to dream. he can feel his cheeks buring a little and got annoyed when he heard sapnap giggle and gave sapnap a glair.

while this was happening between sapnap and dream, anna got worry, she did not know why dream is flinching so much, 'is he uncomfortable? is it cuz of what i am doing? am I not doing this good!? oh no no!" sure she took many clients before but it was before the pandemic so what if she forgot how to do it?' this was going on anna's head.

so she tried to be even gentle, witch was KILLING dream, he is now so red, and trying to hold his giggles down.

suddenly he got a text from someone, he checked it ,and it was sapnap. he wrote:

"Ohh~~ hi! My dear friend Dream~~ looks like you having SO much fun!! , oh my, you already look like a tomato, I know you JUST want to laugh BUT you can't cuz that will be sooo embarrassing for you" to which dream replied with:

"Fuck you" dream texted and kept his hands on his mouth trying not to brake. Dream can hear sapnap laughing. Sapnap texted again.

"Oh nonono! What a bad boy! Dream you do realise that ,she just started on th bottom and your not even that ticklish in there but you already like this, so imagine she just started to scrub on your toes and especially under the toes and I know it will BE A TORTURE for you not to laugh" and that's when dream broke.

He giggled, but quickly closed his mouth and heard yet again sapnap giggling.

Anna/tech flinched at the squeak, but then she realised what was going on and sighed in relief that the client was not uncomfortable, and even chuckled a little. She had hundreds of clients like this, so it doesn't suprised her.

But the chuckle was enough to make dream do full dark red, "ihi ahahahm-" dream quickly closed his mouth again, cleared his throat and said "I am soo sorry for the disturbance".

"It's fine,sir" anna just left the topic BUT not sapnap.

"Oh! Dream what got you SOoooo giggly?" HmHmmm~~" sapnap said with a big grin.

Dream so wanna kill sapnap right then and there but there will be a eye witness, that's the only thing stoping him, he replied

"Oh nothing haha just something I saw on my phone" dream tried to lie but Sapnap said

"Oh! I REALLY thought it's cuz how tIcKliSh you are! You know! Cuz the feet being one of your WORST spots for you! my bad!" Sapnap said and anna giggled at these two being like children.

And dream wanted to shout at sapnap but he can't so he just layed down on the bed and put a pillow on his face and giggled as the scrubing is still going.

"Aww! Man, I should have brought the camera, this would have been a HECK of a vlog" sapnap said giggling.

"And I shohohohuld have jumped out of thhehe car whehehen I got the chance" Dream said finally sitting up. Which made both anna and sapnap laugh.

And anna went up his feet and dream started to laugh more and covered his face with the pillow again. Muffled laughter can be heard.

Hhahahahahahah anahahahana a lihihihhitle slohohohoherwer plehehehese!! Even asking it made him embarrassed his face feels like it's on fire, he was just dieing inside.

" if it makes to feel better, you are the first one to not move your feet so much even tho it tickles you" anna said hopping it would make him feel better. Sapnap laughed and said

"I don't think that will be helping haha" sapnap commented.

And he was right it didn't help at all, it only made things worse, dream wanted to just disappear. But to be nice he said nodded and said " thahahax I gehehehuss".

She went back to the bottom so dream laugh died down to a giggle. Sapnap asked just to make dream annoyed

"You must he dealing with costumers like this ALL the time right?" and anna replied

"Hmm? yeah it's a common thing to be ticklish so yeah!"anna explained.

"Cohohohouldn't be meheh!" Said but maybe it was a bad idea but he didn't care THAT much now but still kinda cared.

Sapnap rolled his eyes and said " sUrE"

"Yehehe AH-AHHA" Dream squeaked soo loud when anna went to his toes without warning and that made anna worried so much.

"Omg! I-i am so sorry I s-should have known I wasn't e-expecting that pls forgive me, sir" anna pleaded and sapnap laughed so hard he was enjoying this.

And dream was maroon red "no no no! Hahaha it's mhihiy fahuahalt" dream apologized. And sapnap said still laughing " yeah dream it's your fault!!".

Dream looked at him and said " anna if yohohou ehehexuse me after this I may have kihihil 'sohohomebohohdy' herhee" to which Sapnap laughed and anna giggled.

"Sure you can, I will even clean up the mess, sir" anna said.

"What!!" Sapnap asked.

"Nohow thhihs ishihs a gohod cohohostehember sehervice" dream said and everyone giggled.

"Now sir, can I continue?" Anna asked. Dream had no choice. So he nodded slowly l putting his head to the pillow again. And anna started.

"Aahhahahahah oohohohoho mihihihihy gohoohohd hahahah" dream giggled again. I wasn't until she scrubbed on his toes he fall back in the bed with the pillow still managed to not move his legs and again the muffled laughter can be heard.

"HAHAHAHAHAH I AHAHAHM SOHOHORY" he still apologizing to anna cuz he fell bad for disturbing her. Anna smiled.

And sapnap said "come on dream! Stop acting like a baby!!" Sapnap said and started to recorded this in his phone, obviously he wasn't gonna post it but he can show it to his friends like george, or even better blackmail dream with it!! (obviously playfully). There is just too many uses for this.

Anna finally went to scrub under Dream toes and man, he lost it. Thankfully there was a pillow.

"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHSE SLOHOHOHOWEHEHER HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH" dream can feel the even pillow was getting hot, Anna chuckled.and said

" I am sorry but a few mins only, you have to wait, sir" sapnap loving this.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH!!" dream laughed. And after a few mins it's finally over.

"Ohoho, Is..... It .... Over?" Dream asked breathless, face dark red, honestly anna hated to say this but she also couldn't help but smile and said

"We still have a another foot......." Anna said.

Sapnap saw dream's face and couldn't stop laughing a little. The disappointment and shocked expression on dream's was just priceless.

Dream just layed back to the bed and accepted his faith.

After what felt like years to dream, it was finally over, he wanted his life to be over too at this point.

But he is getting his revenge on sapnap when they get to their house.

Dream and sapnap exited the place and got on the car again sapnap on the driver's seat and dream on the back seat.

For a few minutes it was quite. But Sapnap broke the silence by asking " so you still think I wasted my chance? Hmmm!?" and looked in the front mirror.

And if this was a anime I swear dream would be looking like this:

(Just a black and little bit of purple surrounding him and he looked at sapnap with red pupils with a evil grin)

Ok I know I am exaggerating but he kinda did look like that.

" sapnap I think you should be more worried about what's going to happen to you, when we get home" dream said in a playful yet chilling voice.

Sapnap actually got a little scared but of course playfully cuz he knows dream wouldn't hurt him. But he knows what he WILL do so, he started to giggle.

" oh! Don't giggle already save it to when we get home!~~" dream said in a teasing voice.

The only thing will keep sapnap safe is the video he recored but he is not 100% sure if it would work.....

So let's just safely say that:

R.I.P Sapnap you will be missed :(

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Yoooooooo I finish it finally thx again for the permission to write this I had a lot of fun!! And

I hope you like this.!!

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #lee!dream #pedicure fic

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Ninja Daily: Vapors 80

"Kami, you look awful." Shizune didn't bother to ask for permission before she invaded Aiko's personal space and brusquely checked for fever. Her pale pink lips curved into a frown. "Hmm." As if the displeased tone wasn't enough, the older girl made a spectacle out of going through medical checks and giving her a barrage of questions (when was the last time she'd smoked? Um, never).

Eventually, she managed to interrupt. "Shizune-san? I was just here for whatever this is."

Shizune gave her a stern glare, but took the paper and read it over. Her expression changed immediately. "Really?" she asked, mildly incredulous. "They get younger every year," she mumbled under her breath, bustling to the cupboards along the wall and gathering up a frightening assortment of small bottles and needles. Aiko wasn't particularly bothered by needles, but the sheer number that the other girl picked up was a bit unnerving.

"Alright," Shizune started professionally, slipping a bit of hair behind her ear and holding up the first shot. "This is a standard inoculation against some infections you might be at risk for. Roll up your sleeve, please."

Looking at the needle go into her flesh made her feel a bit queasy (it was just unnatural to let someone else stick her with a blade, and every reflex she had was screaming 'fight') so Aiko turned her face away and let Shizune's methodical checklist rush over her.

"Are you sexually active?" Shizune hardly waited for her response before she followed up with, "Do you plan to become pregnant in the next six months? Do you have a medical or mental condition that would complicate the use of birth control? Do you consent to receive the standard doses?"

Bewildering, and it only got worse from there. Aiko got vaccinations for what she recognized with horror as various STI's, sleeping agents, and even a compound mentioned as an aphrodisiac from an Icha Icha volume.

"Do you know who you'll be meeting tonight?"

Aiko shook her head, stunned wordless. That hadn't been an encouraging assortment at all.

Shizune rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Oh, Tsunade-sama," she muttered under her breath before clearing her throat and straightening up. "I don't think your mentor will mind me telling you this much. You're about to go through ANBU sex-specific, right?" At the nervous nod, Shizune gave her a soothing smile. "Don't worry. Most of this stuff is completely unrelated." (Here, she gestured to all the inoculations). "You're old enough that this is about the standard time that policy recommends a lot of these shots. I don't want you thinking all day that this is going to be some horrific, invasive training. As far as seduction goes, agents are almost never actually expected to do more than cursory touching. It's not about engaging in relations with your target—it's learning how to use their emotions or desires against them. The real complications come with the possibility that romance could be used both by you and on you in your career. A lot of what you're going to go over is material you already know—profiling targets."

"That is a huge relief, actually," Aiko sighed, giving a faint but real smile.

It was. For a while there, she'd thought that Konoha as a whole wasn't any better than Danzo. The idea that she might be expected to manipulate strangers by feigning attraction to get information out of them or to weasel access to secured locations was much less traumatizing than the crudity of using her body in a literal sense for any goal. Mind games, she could do.

She might not even need this training. Aiko was relatively confident that she could spot someone attempting to manipulate her emotions.

'Don't be cocky,' she reminded herself, even as she traded smiles and good-byes with the medic. 'Unearned self-confidence kills. Right now, I know nothing.'

That was, she knew nothing except that the training she was getting would be expected to be used against one of the few people she genuinely liked. Aiko didn't mind manipulating Gaara, (manipulation was part and parcel of being a shinobi and anyone who thought otherwise was lying to themselves) but in such a selfish way that didn't provide mutual benefit? Fuck that shit.

She'd just have to look like she was trying, and hurry to get Danzo out of power. At worst, she might end up much closer friends with Gaara. That could be nice.

No matter what, she couldn't allow there to be any reason for Gaara to believe that she was working towards a romantic relationship. If she did and the stupid orders from Danzo came out, he would never forgive her. He couldn't know about this at all. Either he would know that Tsunade couldn't control a powerful rebel faction within Konoha, or he would think the order had really come from official channels and Danzo was just a scapegoat. Either way, letting Gaara have any clue about Danzo's stupid plot would undermine their countries' diplomatic status.

"You're here too?"

When she turned, her little brother was pushing his way past a disgruntled nurse, eyes nearly shut sleepily. "Naruto, good morning," she greeted calmly.

He snorted. "How long have you been here?" he mocked lightly, jabbing her in the side with a thumb (and ignoring the way that she jolted and wriggled away). "It's eleven thirty. Did you have shots too?" Aiko gave him a sharp look, wondering if there was a similar battery for boys hitting mid teenage years, and then remembered that a lot of the things she would be getting follow-up shots for were actual wartime precautions—cocktails that would reduce vulnerability to various poisons and infections, generally.

"I did," she agreed mildly, giving a cutesy pout and rubbing at the panda-covered bandaid on her upper arm.

"I bet that makes you want ramen," he wheedled.

"Not really."

"Raaaaaaa-mennnnn," Naruto sung under his breath enticingly, hooking an arm through her elbow and giving her a naughty little smile as he began to tug her out of the doors. "Ramen. Raaameeeeeen. Ramen! Ram-"

"Okay, okay," she cut him off, pulling her arm away and thwacking him upside the head with it, limp-wristed so that there wasn't really any force behind the blow. "I give in. Ramen it is."

Not surprisingly, they were the only ones to show up at the ramen stand so ridiculously early. At least the soup should be really fresh. "Aiko-san," Teuchi greeted politely, before he gave a real smile to Naruto, one that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Naruto-kun! It's been a while."

"Almost a week!" he agreed mournfully, before flashing his teeth at the older man and slapping his hand down on the counter.

He didn't even have to ask— Teuchi ladled out a bowl and artfully piled it high with the few things Naruto would lower himself to eat (everything that wasn't a vegetable, really) before getting Aiko a less specialized portion. At first, they didn't say anything. Naruto never liked to talk before his first bowl.

"Naruto?"

"Hmm?" He tilted his head back to slurp down the last broth, eyes darting over to where she was stirring at her own noodles. Aiko had picked out all the beef and vegetables, but she just wasn't in the mood for the rest.

Wordlessly, she pushed her bowl over with a scrape, letting him snatch it up. With the space in front of her cleared, Aiko rested her elbows on the counter and pursed her lips. It was a little galling to her pride after having made such a big deal of this, but… "Would you teach me Rasengan?"

His chopsticks stopped, and Naruto blinked down at her, straightening on his stool. "Well, I guess I could," he started uncertainly. "I've been working on that lately, too. Trying to make it wind-natured instead of just a pure elemental transformation."

An ironic little smile quirked her lips up to one side. "Well, that's a path I cannot follow, but I think I could learn the original."

Naruto seemed to think for a moment, before giving her a mischievous smirk. "Alright then. We're going to need a lot of balloons. And a rubber ball."

"We're only going to need like two, believe it," she shot back a little mockingly, not really believing that herself. But she couldn't let her otouto show her up. He was operating on a ridiculous handicap in regards to chakra control, after all, and she had a lot of experience with that. How long had it taken him to learn the original version, again?

"Boss! You're back!"

At first, Aiko didn't even consider that the slightly raspy little-boy-voice on the verge of breaking was directed at anyone she knew. It wasn't until Naruto swiveled on his stool that she registered it might be relevant. She let her hands drop and twisted to open her chest up towards the voice, looking partially over her shoulder at three children—a genin team by the looks of them.

"Oh hey, Konohamaru," Naruto greeted idly.

'That's familiar. I had no idea they'd actually met.'

Curious, she examined the adorable brown-haired boy who stood at the center of the small group. He was going to be a heart-breaker, that one.

A sharp gasp drew her attention to the little kunoichi of the team, a cutesy little carrot-top confection with a high ponytail. "She's- she's real!"

Aiko recoiled, incredulously turning to see if there was someone behind her that the girl was staring at. Nope. "Me?" She put a hand to her chest, just to check.

The boy who was apparently Konohamaru was staring at her with a vivid blush across his cheeks, hands clutched in fists against his chest. "Boss… I didn't realize…"

"This is my sister!" Naruto interrupted, voice dangerously high. He seemed strangely nervous. "Ah, Aiko, meet Konohama-"

"We're the Konohamaru squad!" the three children in front of them interrupted with a well-practiced ease.

Apparently, Udon liked math, Moegi was the sexiest kunoichi in Konoha, and Konohamaru was their leader.

Konohamaru gave a rude snort and nudged his teammate. "Hey Moegi, if she's real, doesn't that bump you down to the second sexiest kunoichi?"

'Ohhhhh. They thought Naruto's sexy no jutsu was just abstract. They didn't realize that there was anyone in Konoha with those stunning good looks.'

Aiko preened a little. They had excellent taste.

"I don't do that anymore!" Naruto interjected, hand nervously twitching towards his hair as if he wanted to run his hands through it. "There's no artistic integrity in recreating what already exists, after all!" He threw his head back and gave a very fake laugh. "Watch this now!" Naruto slid off the stool and crossed his fingers in a familiar sign. "Sexy no jutsu!"

Aiko tilted her head, mildly disappointed. "That's not what it used to look like," she mournfully noted, examining the blonde girl she could only describe as 'Naruko'. "I liked the other version better."

"Yeah, well." Naruko interlaced her fingers and put them behind her head. "I realized- Ouch!" With a puff of smoke, he regressed to his natural form, already turning to pout at the man who had just hit him over the head with a ladle. "What was that for?"

"Not in my shop," Teuchi scolded mildly, putting the ill-used implement in the sink and extracting a clean one from a drawer to settle back into the shrimp ramen. "This is a family establishment, Naruto-kun."

He blushed. "Sorry, sir."

"Don't apologize, there was no harm done this time. But I want you to remember that discussion about situational appropriateness." He lifted his eyebrows meaningfully at the teen.

"R-right!" Naruto saluted him, grinning. "We'll go practice somewhere else!" He turned to her almost as an afterthought. "The first thing is to get water balloons and practice spinning the water inside in as many directions as you can with only your chakra. When you have it right, the balloon should break."

He scampered off, genin in tow, leaving Aiko with a perplexed look on her face.

That's…

'That's weird. I mean, I know that Naruto uses it without handsigns, as did Minato, but I thought that was a mark of mastery and not an integral property. That's usually how it goes. A jutsu is taught with handsigns, and experience and chakra control enables a user to make shortcuts. Is that part of what makes Rasengan so powerful? It's a pure shape transformation without internal aid to guide it? A direct manifestation of the user's will on the environment?'

Then again, it could also be that Naruto had learned Rasengan that way because he was ridiculously talented with ninjutsu and had never had to learn the shortcuts that other people used (and was in fact more inconvenienced by those aids because he was a weird kid).

'The only way to know is to try, I guess.'

"He forgot to pay again," Teuchi commented dryly, leaning over the counter to watch Naruto's back disappear into the distance. For some reason, he appeared to have Moegi sitting on his shoulders while Konohamaru jumped around him in a circle.

"Put it on his tab," she advised, not letting herself get suckered into paying for it. "It's not like he won't be back." Aiko doled out her own bill and slid off the stool, determinedly not looking to see if Teuchi would be put out or not.

Naruto was an adult, so he should act like one. That included being responsible for the unpleasant consequences of his actions, like being embarrassed when Teuchi had to ask him to pay before he ate next time. If she just took care of his problems, he'd never grow up. Being able to reliably pay for his own meals was a pretty low bar to hit.

She'd still take his advice, though.

The cashier gave her a questioning look for purchasing two packets of water balloons and a sparkly purple rubber ball. Aiko considered explaining that they were for serious adult business, but ended up simply shrugging the shade off. Haters gonna hate. She was above pretending she was buying them for a children's party or something.

Maybe it would have been better if she weren't picking up rice wine for cooking at the same time.

(A terrible and wonderful thought occurred. But no, she couldn't have the water pressure to fill the balloons if she poured it from the bottle.)

Bags in hand, she walked outside—and then pulled on her Hiraishin tag to take her directly to her bedroom, bypassing the walk home.

Iruka-sensei would probably tell her not to play with water balloons inside the house, but she was a goddamn adult and could do what she wanted.

She stopped and wondered if she knew another adult who would say a thing about it. Kakashi? Anko? Tsunade? Maybe Yamato, but she wasn't sure. Aiko had to reluctantly conclude that there was just something about being a shinobi that contradicted common sense behaviors associated with being an adult.

Almost immediately, there was a knock on the door.

"That's weird," Aiko muttered, dropping her plastic bag on the couch and meandering over to pull the door open. "Hey, Sai. You have excellent timing, I just got back. Want to come in?"

When he merely nodded and walked in without a word, Aiko rose one eyebrow skeptically. Still, she shrugged and closed the door behind him. "I was going to work on my chakra control for a new jutsu, but we could do something else?"

"No, that's fine." He leaned against the wall to take off his sandals, glancing up at her through his thick lashes. "How was your mission?"

Aiko opened her mouth to respond, and then closed it a second later. Honestly, she admitted, "I have no idea how to answer that question. It turned into a gigantic mess. I would rather not think about it. Tea?" She didn't bother to wait for him to respond. It wasn't really a question—she made tea every time someone came over. It gave her something to do with her hands while they settled in. Sai knew that by now.

He was standing right behind her when Aiko tried to back away from the stovetop to take the water away from the heat. His hands skimmed over hers and gently pried the porcelain out of her grip to put the teapot back down on a different burner plate.

"Sai?"

She twisted, settling with her hips against the machine, feeling ambient heat against her lower back. 'He looks… serious. Not that he doesn't usually, but…'

"Where did you go?" Sai tilted his head slightly, seeming to do his best to spontaneously discover telepathy, eyes intent on hers. She couldn't look away.

'Did I hurt his feelings by not telling him I was going to leave? I didn't think I had to. Are we… dating now?'

The thought was … Well, it felt strange. But she couldn't well intentionally work to make Sai emotionally open up to her, flirt with him, and then expect him to have no attachment.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you beforehand," Aiko apologized. Tentatively, she reached up and ran a single finger through his silky hair, tucking it behind his ear and then resting it on his shoulder. "I didn't really know ahead of time, though. I thought I was going to be in-village, but got called in for a team under Yamato-san as a tracker."

She left it at that. Aiko had no intention to get called up on disciplinary charges for running her mouth about her missions. This one hadn't been rated as classified or open yet, so she shouldn't say anything more.

Luckily, he seemed to accept it. "I see." Her peripheral barely caught his hands, which had been brought back to his side when she had turned around, make an aborted movement before intentionally relaxing.

Before he could step back she brought her other arm up to slink around his shoulder and closed the rest of the distance, pressing their torsos together. "M sorry," Aiko breathed lightly into his neck, and then tilted her head up to pressed a closed kiss against his jaw. "Forgive me?" His pulse jumped, but he slowly nodded.

"There is nothing to forgive." His hands gripped her shoulders and gently pushed her back, and he gave her one of his fake smiles.

If she didn't know better, Aiko might have taken that as a lack of sincerity. But fake smiles were the only ones Sai had to offer, so she took it as the gift it was. "Thanks." She reached up to squeeze at his fingers, before pulling away to finish taking care of the tea. He moved away to the other room while she poured. Her tea was set on the table and his passed off, but Aiko grabbed up the bag she'd left on the table and went right back to the kitchen to fill up the first water balloon.

"What are you doing?"

Sai sounded singularly unimpressed when she walked in to the room with a full water balloon. Probably thought she'd gone mad, or was about to throw it at him.

'I guess I found a shinobi who would say something about water-play inside. Poor stiff.'

"It's an aid for that new jutsu," Aiko explained contemplatively, weighing the wiggly plastic on her palm. "A control exercise, of sorts. I'm supposed to burst it using the water inside."

He stared. "You're a water type," Sai explained slowly, as if he thought she had forgotten.

She couldn't help but scoff fondly. "I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to take advantage of that and use my nature alignment to alter the water's properties to break it. From what I understand, if I do it correctly, merely moving the water in a certain way will break the balloon."

'Either that, or Naruto is just messing with my head.'

No point in sharing that lingering possibility. It wouldn't be the first time he'd pulled a practical joke on her, but he probably wouldn't tease her when she honestly asked him for help. The instructions he'd given her were counter-intuitive but if Naruto could do this, so could she. He was operating under an enormous chakra control handicap, and she'd already done endless monotonous grinds to improve her control. She was hardly going to match Tsunade's expertise, but that wouldn't be necessary.

Sai seemed skeptical, but let the topic be. "Do you know what your next assignment will be?" he asked lightly, bringing one knee up to his chest and letting the toes on his other foot skim the floor. Aiko settled next to him on the couch, respectfully holding the balloon balanced on her palm over the edge of the cushion so that he wouldn't be splashed if it burst.

Keeping part of her attention on the conversation, she tentatively infused the water with her chakra and began spinning it. "I'm not sure," Aiko admitted, feeling the direction she actively began travel into the center of the sphere and create a current independent of what she actually forced to happen. "I have some training to do, but I might end up running messages of some sort. That seems to be the new normal for me."

"I see." He seemed mildly disapproving. "Danzo-sama has introduced new standing orders with the possible emergence of an armed conflict with Lightning."

For a moment, she completely forgot to keep moving the water. Once she'd caught herself, Aiko schooled her face into mild curiosity. Her sudden jolt of nerves had forced her features into studied indifference as a defense mechanism. "Are they interesting?"

It was downright unprecedented for Sai to offer information like this unprompted. Was he passing along orders… or passing along information?

The nuance was an enormous one.

"Not on their own. Others will already know to be prepared for the possibility of an attack on the village center, though it does seem unlikely that Danzo would prioritize that contingency without information implying it is a more likely course of action than the cursory evidence would suggest."

Aiko chewed that over, readjusting the weight on her palm and reaching into the center of the balloon, where the current she'd created on the outer edge flowed fastest due to its short path and slightly twisted the angle that water was spinning at to be more up-and-down than the predominant current.

What could that mean? Was it just Danzo's latent paranoia inspiring him to prepare for the worst possible instance when it would be easier for Lightning to strike at one of their borders? Or did he know something that he wasn't sharing with Tsunade? That was treason in the worst way… If that were the case, it meant that he would rather risk Konoha's citizens than share his informant.

It wasn't impossible that an enemy could completely bypass the protections of their border guard and pierce to the village proper without being detected. She could do it herself, obviously. But it took familiarity with the terrain, a very specific skill set, and a good amount of luck. With the security exponentially increased in light of the new threat, that task would go up even further in difficulty.

Was Danzo really that paranoid?

'It's very possible. He is highly experienced at considering as many potential problems as possible, even if his solutions are worse than the issue itself. But I don't think that's it. There's something else going on.'

How could Danzo possibly benefit from this? Was it just that he would retain his informants for future use and he thought there would be no real danger worth risking his resources?

Unlikely.

That would only make sense if he was overconfident instead of paranoid. No, if he was actually assuming there would be enemies within the village, it was because there was no other option or because he thought it was an acceptable risk.

So which was it, and what would lead to each conclusion?

Least insidiously, he could simply have no faith in what Tsunade had arranged for border patrol and village security. Irritating, yes, but not out of character for a man who had formed his own private militia because he didn't trust the man he was supposedly loyal to to do his own job.

Much worse…

'He might think it was an acceptable risk if he benefitted… and the only possible benefit I could see would be in pursuit of the power he thinks he merits. If Lightning got soldiers all the way in here, it would be easy to argue that Tsunade failed miserably at her job. He could either push for control directly or just undermine her.'

Unacceptable outcome, she grimly judged. Tsunade wasn't her favorite person, but she was a perfectly adequate Hokage. The Senju woman erred on the side of compassion, which was much less damaging than overcompensating with authoritarian use of power. Danzo was the opposite.

'I categorically refuse to live under his control. I'm playing his game for now, but if he really became Hokage, then my only option would be to go rogue.'

Naruto wouldn't like leaving Konoha much. It would put a damper in that Hokage thing.

(She took a moment to imagine what she would have to do to keep him happy in that case. Pick another hidden village and just start killing people until everyone left was okay with making Naruto their Kage? Come on, was he really going to be picky about what hidden village he ruled?)

Probably, Aiko judged grudgingly. He was insufferably stubborn about pedantic details like that.

Then the first thing she needed to do was figure out what she could do about it. This couldn't be taken to Tsunade- not without removing her seal. Sai could tell her about Root's activities because she was in Root (it would be idiotic to make it so that he had to personally give out every order to every soldier) but she couldn't share that information with anyone she knew was outside of that chain of command.

Besides, what would taking it to Tsunade really do? She had certainly already taken what action she could to secure the border. If there was anything to be done, it would already have been taken care of. It would perhaps allow her to be on guard, but not really anymore than she would be while knowing that the Raikage wanted Konoha razed to the ground.

'Well, all I can do is be prepared myself.'

But that wasn't true. Aiko swallowed slowly, considering the twenty year old seals in the outskirts of Fire Country.

How long would it take to get a group through Fire Country's borders? At least eight hours of running from the north where they would have to come, even for the fastest, and a group large enough to threaten Konoha would be slowed down by various specialists they'd need. If she had the forest thoroughly coated in seals, she could run a full check alone as fast as she could perceive—spending a hundredth of a second at each location while she was fresh, though that time would decrease exponentially as she traveled. A mental map gave her a quick estimate of how large an area she would have to cover and how many seals she would need.

Sort of a lot of seals, but not really any more than she'd used while fighting Mukade's puppets. Less than hundred-fifty locations would be more than enough for her to scan the entire Northern borders. Konoha would be pretty much impenetrable if they could afford to have a hundred teams just standing around at all the locations she mapped, but that was never going to happen. Manpower and the distance that teams could cover were the real logistical problems with national security in that sense, and neither was an issue when instantaneous travel was introduced.

If she devoted perhaps two minutes to a cursory check three times a day at strategic times… it would be damn near impossible for anyone to enter without her at least being able to provide a warning.

'How very Big Brother of me to even consider that. It's… it's utterly ludicrous.'

Would it be possible to modify her seals to include a sensory agent so that she didn't have to do the manual check unless they were triggered? As far as she knew, a Hiraishin was the only kind of seal with the connective qualities that gave her the ability to monitor it at all times from any distance. Normally, a seal meant to detect intruders was only as good at the people paying attention to it, though it meant they didn't have to be sensors themselves. Who would suppress their signature well enough to hide from a seal for eight hours in the middle of a forest? Who could?

But she didn't have the ability to do that right now. It was possible that she could figure something out, but it would take time and study.

Six minutes a day (plus the time spent to plant seals along the forests) seemed much more viable and less cost prohibitive in terms of effort and time. It wasn't as though it would be a hardship for her to plant them. Aiko had no need to go out the gates when she already had eight widely spread seals planted throughout the north half of Fire Country.

If Sai hadn't been there, she would have gone to trap the hell out of the countryside now. As it was, she realized that she had been rudely quiet for too long and turned her face up to her companion. "That is something to keep in mind. What might those orders be specifically?"

She asked more for form's sake than anything else. The real information had been in what the prioritization implied, not what Danzo thought was most important to protect within the village. (Spoiler: it was his person and the main government buildings).

As enlightening as all that was (and as much as it implied that Sai was more invested in her than he was loyal to Danzo) she couldn't help but wonder if it was really why Sai had come over. It hadn't been a coincidence that he had been practically waiting to knock at her door when she came home, no way. The timing had been too perfect.

When she let herself smile, the easy way Sai's eyes followed the motion only supported her theory. 'It's because he liiiikes me,' she sing-songed, unknowingly giving him a smug look that could pass for sultry without her childish inner commentary. 'He thinks I'm cuu-ute.'

"Sai-kun? Can we talk about what happened the last time we were here together?"

The face he turned to her was completely blank, but she still felt certain that it was a topic he felt strongly about. Perhaps he was embarrassed that she wanted to talk about it- the way that he'd fled last time implied that he was a little overwhelmed by his lack of experience- but he would not have come back to the personal setting of her home of his own volition if he wasn't actually interested.

'Unless it was to tell me we had to stop, of course,' she added internally to be thorough, though she didn't think that was the case.

"What is there to say?"

Aiko recognized the deflection for what it was: nice and ambiguous. He was attempting to avoid being pinned down and vulnerable by taking the risk of expressing interest first. She was just going to have to suck it up and be honest first, or he never would. That was if Sai even had similar feelings and the ability to understand and express them, no small feat considering his background.

"Well, can we do that again, for starters." She shot him a mischievous look to keep the atmosphere light. "I find you attractive and I like you."

Not the most graceful confession, perhaps. No one had ever accused her of being a skilled communicator of emotional honesties. But Sai was hardly equipped to judge her.

"We can… do that again?"

"Mmhmm."

He gave her an inscrutable look, letting the heel resting on the edge of the couch slide off to the floor.

There was a long period of silence, where she was tempted to push for an answer but ended up waiting patiently.

Sai began to look irritated, which for him was probably a concentrated effort planned out two seconds before he initiated it. "Well?"

"Well, what?" Aiko blinked, feeling like she'd lost the plot.

"Again," he repeated patiently, as if she was an idiot.

It took a moment for his meaning to sink in. Aiko couldn't help but to start giggling, covering her mouth with both hands and shaking her head slightly. "What, did you expect me to just leap over and ravish you?" she teased.

"You did last time," he muttered, surprisingly sullen.

"There's this thing called 'mood'," Aiko educated him lightly, leaning over to tap his nose with her index finger and sprawling out onto his lap, looking up at him indolently. "I'm not a machine, you know, to hold poor, innocent men down and start licking them at a moment's notice."

Sai, a man full grown, with more classified missions and talent under his belt than she could shake her finger at, actually heaved a put-upon sigh. "And where might I learn this mood," he indulged her, gingerly pronouncing the word 'mood' like it was actually the word for 'hideous crime against humanity'.

She had to stop and consider that one. "You know," Aiko started dubiously, "I think it's going to have to be through experience. I can't think of a single outside source that wouldn't seriously mislead you. If I ever catch you strewing flower petals on a bed or trying to sing romantic music, I'll know that you've been led far off the path of righteousness."

It was a rather Gai-esque colloquialism, but hell if it didn't fit.

His dubious expression might have indicated that he was re-thinking this arrangement. "Alright?"

"Well, there is one tip," Aiko added helpfully, wanting wipe that disturbed look off his face. "Physical contact can sort of help turn one thing into another. So, like, cuddling can segue way into making out."

Sai opened his mouth, and stopped that way. He closed it again, and let a thoughtful line form between his eyebrows. He tilted his head slightly to ask, "So, when Dickless and Ugly Girlfriend roll around on the ground hitting and strangling each other…?"

"That might be a mating ritual or it might just be that they like to play wrestle," she sighed. "I still haven't figured that one out yet, either."

"Should we ask?"

Aiko took a moment to imagine whose reaction would be better if Sai were to hunt them down and bluntly ask them if they were harboring unresolved sexual tension. Sasuke sputtered when he was truly furious and turned a truly adorable pink on the tips of his ears, but Naruto was the more conventional choice with his shouting, arm-waving, and imaginative invectives (which had only improved by extended proximity to Jiraiya).

"Get your shoes on."

Why choose just one?

"Child, you look terrible." Yugao deliberately stopped, gave her an odd look, and added, "And stop smiling like that."

Aiko gave the purple-haired woman who would be her instructor the nastiest scowl she could manage. With the bags under her eyes and her pale complexion, it was a pretty good one.

Uzuki Yugao wasn't about to be intimidated by a little thing like a teenager's temper. She stared back evenly, visibly unimpressed. "You are no good as an agent if you don't take care of yourself. Come with me."

It was beneath Aiko's dignity to outright grumble, but by a small enough margin that it was still tempting. The path Yugao picked through the training facility was long and winding enough that she might not be able to replicate it on her own. Eventually, she recognized the red-lined doors Yugao strode through as if she owned the place.

"There's an underground entrance to the hospital through the ANBU training facility?" she deadpanned. That was just a security breach waiting to happen.

The look she got in return was about enough to make her quail. Yugao threw open a door and pointed at the examination table. "Up."

'I feel like a dog or something.'

Hackles metaphorically raised, Aiko sullenly did as she was told. This person was supposed to be giving her training, after all, so she was a superior of a sort.

She regretted her obedience when Yugao's cold fingers gripped her chin to pull her jaw down and peer inside her mouth like she was a horse for sale. "Say ah."

"Uh-"

"Good enough for government work," Yugao muttered under her breath not unkindly, placing her fingertips gently on Aiko's upper chest for a reason the Jounin couldn't even hope to guess at. Aiko was still gaping in shock when Yugao leaned and checked her pulse, clinically running diagnostic chakra through her throat, up her sinuses, and then up to her temples before she finally let the minty medical chakra fade (it always felt cool and prickly to her, though Aiko'd heard other people describe the experience as warm and soothing).

Yugao sighed and straightened, her long hair swaying with her. "When was the last time you slept? Or had time off?" Before Aiko could answer, she held up a hand that was anything but delicate, clearly strong with well-earned callous and thin scars. "It doesn't matter; I don't want to hear your excuses. I won't be complicit in piling anything more on you when you're obviously not handling your current issues."

"But you were assigned to train me," Aiko half-asked, half-stated, a little incredulously.

Yugao gave her a stern stare before seeming to decide she was being genuinely confused and not argumentative. Her face softened a little. "So I have, and I will. At my discretion. And my discretion is that you're going to go home, relax, maybe watch a movie or spend time with friends without talking about work or training, and then take a long nap. I have a prior obligation tomorrow, but in three days I will see you here again. And I will be giving you a medical check before I teach you so much as how to flutter your eyelashes, little girl, and I won't even blink if I have to humiliate you by putting you to bed myself. Are you even aware of the consequences of long-term sleep deprivation, in addition to whatever else you've been doing to yourself?"

'This woman is surprisingly intimidating.'

Whatever Yugao read in her face (and it definitely wasn't joyous compliance), it didn't stop her from holding up a hand and ticking off points on her fingers as she talked. "Your protein and iron levels are low—eat more nuts, meat, and spinach, or you're going to end up dizzy and sabotaging your own training. Your heartbeat is accelerated because it's working too hard since you haven't let it rest, and I can tell that you've been augmenting your body with chakra for far too long to compensate for lowered reaction time because you can't focus in your current state." She paused. "You are going to burn yourself out if this continues. Do you understand me?"

Aiko shrank back a little, and meekly replied, "I'm going to go eat some fish and take a long nap?"

"Yes," Yugao agreed gravely. "Yes, you are." She leaned in and tugged on one of the locks of hair tumbling over Aiko's shoulder. "Listen up, kid. Your captain should have been watching your back, because it's obvious to me that no one really taught you how to be an ANBU." She held up a hand to stop the complaint that might have welled up, if Aiko were a different person or less bewildered by her forwardness. "Oh, you have the skills and talent, I'm certain, but don't even try to tell me that anyone has talked to you about how to negotiate the demands of this work with outside life, because I don't want to think I got stuck with an idiot who has to learn the same thing twice." She patted Aiko's shoulder twice, like she was a dog or a child, and gave her a look that was somehow amused despite completely lacking a smile. "I'll see you at Tanaka's in a few days. I'll reserve a back room. This place is so depressing, isn't it?"

'Tanaka's? Like, the coffee house?'

She felt a little like she'd just been hit over the head with a salmon. Just… that wasn't the kind of thing that near-strangers said to one another. It certainly didn't seem very professional to make a judgment call like that to put off an ordered training session, make personal comments, and then re-schedule their meeting casually like they were friends.

Then again, Yugao-san had been an ANBU for longer than she had. There very well could be something valuable she would pass on to a younger co-worker. And she was a medic, who would know what she was talking about. Failing to take care of a piddling little thing like sleeping might eventually get her stuck in hospital care, and that was just not happening. People got kidnapped from there, yo.

"So that's settled. I'll go home and relax," Aiko told herself determinedly, trying to pump herself up for calming down.

There was a problem, however.

'I do not know how to do that. If I go home, I'll just start thinking about what I need to get done, like planting seals and learning Rasengan and…' She stopped, cringing. Was it so wrong that she tended to do things that would benefit her in the long-term instead of in the short-term?

Okay, new plan. She would find… find…

Who was good at relaxing?

Karin? Karin could be counted on to just hang out in a semi-relaxing environs, right? And they hadn't spent time together in a very long time.

"I don't understand why we're doing this," Aiko half-yelled to be heard over the booming speakers. Some sort of trashy pop nonsense was spilling out into the night air, and probably warding off missing nin from a twenty mile radius around the village.

She'd rather have the missing nin, frankly. At least you could hit those until they stopped making awful sounds sans consequences if they chose to wail about how totally grand and poignant it was to go and see the beaches of the desert (and no, she had no idea what that was supposed to mean).

Karin gave her a pitying look, sleek and sophisticated in a fire engine red ensemble that no one else in the world could hope to pull off. "Just shut up and dance, woman. Hey, thanks!" She flashed a quick smile at Ino, taking the bottled water the blonde had brought back from the bar.

"No problem!" Ino cupped her hands around her mouth to project her voice, already doing something bizarrely sinuous with her hips. Possibly a secret taijutsu technique, because Aiko didn't think she could replicate it if asked. "Are we all going to stay at my house tonight, then?"

"We'd better," Hinata interjected, cheeks flushed a pretty pink with rouge she never would have worn a year ago. "I think Naruto might cry if we keep him up painting nails again."

"It's not my fault his nose is so good," Karin muttered rebelliously.

Thankfully, they let her fall asleep and stay that way for ten hours. She woke up with three signatures on her face in marker, though. Strangely, she did feel a bit better.

[aberfaeth]

Okay. I have to know. What is word on the wind what is a young wizard?

OH ANON YOUVE DONE IT NOW <333 (made my DAY ACTUALLY. I LOVE YOU AND IF YOU READ ALL OF THIS I LOVEYOU EVEN MORE)

so word on the wind is. a novelization/dramatization of the plot of 2008 mmorpg Wizard101, a game in which you play a normal child/teen isekai-ed into a Spiral of magical worlds to learn how to do spells at the Ravenwood School of Magical Arts. along the way you have adventures such as: save the world! become increasingly estranged and isolated from your peers and teachers! Actually End A Man's Life! experience the horrors of war!

if you know me at all you know my number one passion is Making Things Way Deeper And More Narratively Coherent/Satisfying Than They Need To Be (power rangers 2017 my beloved) so while wizard101 is a fun silly game for folks of all ages i was like HEY. what if we took the Powerful Old Wizard Sends Child To Do Horrific Bidding thing really seriously (obviously i am nowhere near the first person to do this i mean i dont really read a lot of w101 fic but it does exist). anyways the Thing that sets wotw apartTM is that i picked three fellow student NPCs that exist only in the first world* and decided that they get to be the protag's friends and party for the rest of the plot! (based off the real mechanic where you can join fights with up to 3 other people bc its an mMorpg. i made sure their party build was good. i made SURE.)

so word on the wind is, in short: Madeline "Mae" Simmons/Starcatcher (the Headmaster gave her a Wizard Name) and her three friends (Duncan Grimwater, Ceren Nightchant, Regina Flametalon) go on adventures, save the worlds, bond over gained trauma, do real life murder, and fall in love (gay people<3).

fun little encapsulation of the Implications Being Taken Seriously: initially, the protag's name is coded into the dialogue, but after a little bit, i guess kingsisle got lazy? or something, because everyone gradually starts calling them Young Wizard. and thus that is how the protag is referred to in fandom. cool and useful but also super depersonalizing!

gay people snippet under the cut bc this post is so long already i am so sorry:

A girl stormed past us, red cape whipping behind her.

I watched as she paced across the length of the grass before dropping down on the ground, right behind a park bench, burying her head in her hands. Ceren’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. I tilted my head to the side, like, do you know her? But he just sort of stared at me, confused.

“Well, come on,” I said, clamoring to my feet. “Maybe we can help.”

We made our way across the court. When we got close enough, I could see the girl’s shoulders were shuddering, as if she was having trouble breathing. As we approached, she startled, jerking her head up. Her face was round, with wide, shiny eyes, and dark skin streaked with tears. Cherry red coils of hair fell down to her shoulders. 

She took in a quick breath, wiping her face with the sleeves of her pumpkin orange robe. “Hi,” she said, voice wobbling. “Um—can I help you?”

I blinked. “I guess I was gonna ask you the same thing.” I knelt down on the seat of the bench, folding my arms across the backrest. “We’ll leave if you want to be alone, but… are you okay?”

The girl’s lip quivered. She let out a full-body sigh, shifting her crossed legs. “No,” she said, finally, with a small shake of the head. “I’m trying to finish this engineering assignment for Professor Baelstrom, but the golems in that tower stole my materials.” As she talked, her voice picked up, in speed, volume, and panic. “I really need those back, if he finds out I’ve lost them then I’ll fail the project, and Professor Falmea won’t let me do any more interschool studies, and I’ll flunk out of the Academy and have to live beneath the theater on Firecat Alley doing tech for those crazy elves to pay rent—”

“Woah, slow down,” I said, climbing off the bench to crouch next to her, hands held stiffly up like I was FBI Agent Dr. Spencer Reid trying to soothe a traumatized shotgun wielder. I swallowed, and tried to think of anything useful to say. What I came up with was: “Hey, at least you’ve got a backup plan.”

She laughed, but it sounded a little crazed. “Yeah. I have backup plans for everything. Except, apparently, golems stealing my steam capacitor.”

“When did they grab it from you?” Ceren asked, from behind me. His head was tilted slightly in puzzlement. “I’ve never seen them outside of the tower.”

The girl pursed her lips. “I was stupid,” she said, morose. “I thought I could grab some Enchanted Wood off of the smaller wooden golems, instead of paying Elmer for it, but they were a lot stronger than I’d imagined. They knocked me out, took my equipment.” Her breathing was becoming rapid, again, hands fiddling anxiously with the ends of her sleeves. “I don’t even like musicals! When I was ten Professor Greyrose made me play the wicked witch in a small schoolwide production and I forgot all of my lines, it was so embarrassing—”

“We’ll help you get your stuff back,” I blurted.

She looked up at me with wide, wet eyes. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” Ceren chimed in, reaching a hand out. “Those golems won’t stand a chance against the three of us.”

The girl examined Ceren’s outstretched hand for a moment before grasping it, letting herself be pulled up. I scrambled to my feet, brushing the grass off of my knees. “I’m Regina,” she introduced.

“Mae,” I responded, bouncing lightly on my toes. “And this is Ceren.” Ceren gave a little half-wave. “Should we head right in, or do you need a minute?”

Regina took a deep breath in, setting her shoulders. Her expression was dead serious. “I’m ready.”

#*YES i know about duncan in arc 3. im not looking. mae fixed him #wizard101 #w101 #wizzy fandom #honestly. honestly this is the wip i have the most written for. which is. yeah. #c.ask #THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH WHOEVER U ARE OUT THERE <3333333 #wotw