#please reboot your system and try again

[silkythewriter]

Heyy so weird request but could you do a vox x reader who has a kinda one sided rivalry with him in the sense every time he releases tech she'll challenge herself to make a better version

Vox with a one sided rivalry with reader!

Warnings!: A tad tinne winne bit of angst!, sorry if he’s OOC! (˃̣̣̥ ^˂̣̣̥`)

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!: OOOOOO I haven’t written rivals to lovers in a bit! Hopefully it’s not too bad!

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Summary!: One sided rivalry with are favorite TV demon (ﾉ ≧∀≦)ﾉ

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3.❤️

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“In the morning, you would gone

I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on To

the memory of your lips God,

I'm so lovesick What have you done to me?“

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!📺✨Vox✨📺!

Devastated, like actually in greif

After YEARS of not even a single demon upon billions below in the forsaken place called hell could make a DENT in the empire he built. But then you came along! With all your Gezmos and trinkets! (He refuses to call them anything other then that)

He is insecure, no matter how much he puts a face on about not having a fear in the world. He dose, he’s terrified of being replaced or knocked off the top!

The first time you released something after he did he merely laughed. You? A small tiny little business? What idiot would do that!? Your product was most definitely gonna be looked over!

Or that is what he thought at first (ಡ‸ಡ)…

Soon he realized how quick your growth to fame was. And honestly had a melt down, who even were you?!

He makes back handed complements on his TV show like for example “and on recent news a new technology has been released by *insert your name/company name*, looks a bit cheap but it’s okay for their first time!”

Yea expect those a lot…

He’s use to company’s butting heads with him, but he always squashed them in under a day! If not less!, so he was bewildered when you just kept popping up everywhere. He doesn’t even know how. half of the channels in hell are owned or under his name! Or at least played on HIS tvs!.

And when he released a product only for the next day for it to get a bit over shadowed by yours he loses it. He immediately thinks your doing this on purpose, he thinks your doing this as a means to get his attention.

Will never admit it but he bought one just to break it outta rage but after a bit he understood the hype, will take this to his second death bed.

He’s never had a good look at you before maybe a small invention or gala for some of the highest company owners in hell. And let me tell you when this man saw you he was shocked, it took velvet to snap her fingers for him to get out of his trans-like-state. He’s more embarrassed then he’s ever been, not only are your products prove to be a good runner up to his but you were making min lose his breath.

He didn’t wanna believe at first before velvet confirmed it to him.

And may i say, the minute you glanced at him and gave him a charming smile while waving your hand at him with a small glint of pride in your eyes, he actually had a system crashed screen as his whole system rebooted.

It wouldn’t be long till you made your way over to him trying to introduce yourself(•̀ᴗ•́)و

Honestly he couldn’t think straight until you excused yourself to talk to another business owner. He dosent understand, for all the years he’s been dead how is his heart beating so fast for you?

In denial about any feelings towards you, it can’t be! He despises you !, right?

Takes him a bit to work up the courage to talk to you again, as he introduced himself properly with as much passive aggressive charm he could muster. Only to be confused at your sweet yet passive aggressive smile as you shook his hand with such care

How can someone be so competitive yet so sweet?

We’re you trying to woo him on purpose!?(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

He didn’t understand even though he knew your intent, and the underlying nature in your interaction. He still found it charming, and shocking at you technical level and marking tactics. He isn’t happily impressed, but he is definitely impressed, he would never show that though of course.

It always seemed no matter how much of a short time between releases you always managed to make it better he just didn’t understand how!. How did you have such short time to perfect something that he’s been working at for months!

He soon realizes out shinning you or squashing you business wasn’t gonna work. You guys were too evenly matched, it would be through pure luck that one of you would out shine the other one day and not the next. So he did the best next thing, purposed a business deal (quite reluctantly might I add)

To just merge company’s he knew your rise wouldn’t falter anytime soon.

At first you felt like this was a trick, to steal your soul or take you out while your walls were down. But he quickly explained it’d be easier to just have you work on things and share the profit (surprise, surprise)

Now you can decide weather you accept or not!

But after that meeting he would call you over for many more strictly for business meetings! Definitely not just desperate to spend time with you or anything

Even when you proposed to just, email, or text, he still declined saying he found it easier to say what he needed out loud. Definitely…. (≖ᴗ≖✿)

Sooner or later you’d catch on, or some people on the news would gossip of your “secret affairs”

You would soon confront him about this, and let me tell you this man is decent at standing under pressure in some if not most situations expect this one.

I feel like he wouldn’t admit it till MANY months later cause he’s just that stubborn

He just hates it, he hates your stupid smile, the way you make his stomach do back flips, the small glint of happiness and pride when your product is loved and bought by the millions. He hates the smile you keep even if at a rivalry with him. He hates everything about you, he hates it, he hates it so much he ends up realizing he loves it.

Yea he is one complicated man….

But once he finally admits it, and you end up giving it a shot. This guy would try to act like he wasn’t about to shut down, like his inner fans and vents weren’t about to self implode, he’d act cool and collected about it but behind closed doors he’s quite literally smiling like a dope

NOW if this were released to the public, the mess that would ensue is scandals upon scandals.

I mean! Imagine the head lines! “Two of hells most biggest company rivals now together?!”

News is fast to spreed lemme tell you that

I feel like he would rather have the relationship private but if it got out…let’s just say he wouldn’t stop it either per say (¬‿¬)

Overall! I feel like even if it was a one sided rivalry I feel like it would quickly turn to both of you butting heads. Cause to out shine the king of tech himself is quite the challenge, and you being able to do that says a lot!, he’ll be holding a grudge even into a relationship and still would get competitive here to there he would definitely still study your work to see how you improve so fast!. Still in the end of the day he’ll still dote on you behind close doors!

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WOWZA THAT WAS ALOT OH MY GOSH

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I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!, I haven’t written rivals to lover plot in a bit BUT MY GOSH NESS ITS VERY FUN TO PLAY AROUND WITH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

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[mollymooo]

Say that again?

Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Summary: It doesn’t take much to crack Dr. Spencer Reid but when face to face with the most attractive person hes’ ever seen it doesn’t take much to get him tripping over his own words

au: BARK BARK HES SO FINE anyway this is my first ever fic on tumblr so please show me mercy and give constructive criticism thanks

I fiddle with the stray piece of hair that fell across my forehead, tucking it back into place as I maneuver around the coffee shop, I smile at the barista who usually takes my order everyday and wait patiently for my drink to be made.

The cafe was unusually busy this morning, although that should be expected for a cold Saturday morning. Patrons looking for an alternative to standing out in the cold air. I smile slightly as the warm aroma of coffee wafted through the crowd of people, but my moment of temporary peace is interrupted as someone bumps into me rather harshly. I stumble slightly and turn around quickly to meet whoever just shoved me

“I am so… sorry.” A rather tall gentleman tucks a strand of long curly hair behind his ear as he stumbles through his apology. His expression was worried and his hands reached out slightly before snapping back to his sides

“Don’t worry about it..” I smile slightly at his nervous expression and pat down coat while I take note of his outfit. “Nice scarf, the purple compliments your skin tone” I smile gently as I take a bit of his long purple scarf between my fingers to feel the fabric

His eyes shoot down to where my hands are and they quickly look back up to my face where our eyes meet. He quickly shakes his head, reminding me of a dog for a second before he coughs slightly and blinks hard. It was like he was doing a full system reboot just to be able to talk to me

“Sorry, could you say that again..?” He looked back down at my hand as I pull it away from the soft scarf

“I was just saying your scarf was nice. It looks good with the whole ‘Harvard student meets librarian’ look you have going on” I smile slightly as his eyes widen at my compliment, Not sure whether he took it as one though. “And the purple adds to the ‘tall, dark and handsome’ moment”

“Thank you..! Purple was used to represent royalty through history, but.. uh, it’s more commonly associated with mystery or even magic so.. your idea isn’t too far off the mark.” He mumbled slightly and once he looked up from his hands and saw me smiling slightly, his hands fumbled with his hair and a small blush crept up his face “Sorry..”

“Don’t apologize! My favorite color is blue, and scientists have linked the color to a feeling of calmness.” His eyes light up slightly as I spoke, he seemed happy that someone was willing to not only listen to his rambling but add onto it

“Well, not just calmness but it also helps regulate your breathing and heart rate. In fact, a lot of office buildings use blue to encourage productivity and creativity.” He smiled while he talked and tucked his hands into his pockets “It’s also the rarest color to occur in nature. Bet you can’t name any blue foods.” My eyebrows knit together as I try to scramble my brain for a blue food

“Blueberries?” I giggle slightly as he points at his scarf

“Ah! Blueberries are purple. Misleadingly named, I know.” He smiled, seeming to have relaxed slightly

“Alright know-it-all, are you an artist or something?” I cross my arms while looking up at him with a sly smile

“No, just a bit of a genius” He joked slightly “I’m Spencer. Dr. Spencer Reid.”

“I’m Y/N” I jump slightly as my name is echoed back to me when the barista calls my name and calls Spencer’s almost immediately after. I watch his hands as he reaches for the pitch black coffee and I feel a bit embarrassed as I reach for the creamer with a splash of coffee I call a drink. We walk to the exit together and I wave slightly as we walk opposite directions

“I’ll see you around, genius” He laughs slightly and waves as well as I leave the cafe.

I hope I see him again soon..

AHH ok hi! my names molly nice to meet you :D this is not my first fic but my first time on tumblr so plz leave suggestions!!

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #idk how to tag #oneshot #help me #HE SO FINE #BARK BARK

[navybrat817]

All Tied Up

Pairing: Motocross!Jake Jensen x Female Reader Summary: You find a way to distract Jake after a rough morning. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), light bondage, talk of safeword, tiny angst and insecurities if you squint, established relationship, Jake Jensen (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Kicking off my Naughty & Nice Nonsense with Loser and Lucky! Inspired by a conversation with @11thstreetvigilante , who deserves only good things. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When you mentioned experimenting a bit with bondage in the bedroom one day, Jake jumped at the chance. He suggested different ways to tie you up and added that bondage tape would work if you didn't want to use rope. He even added the stoplight system could be a safeword or something like "knack knack". You raised an eyebrow and said he had either done his research or had a partner who tried it with him in the past. Or both.

It was both, but his old girlfriend wasn't you. Not even close. You laughed after a moment and assured him you weren't upset. It would be hypocritical since you had your own past and Jake was your present.

You then asked if he tied up his ex or if it was the other way around.

Again, it was both.

You were slightly disappointed that you weren't the first to try it with him, but you gave him a devious grin after a moment.

“I’ll save it for when you need it,” you said and left it at that.

Until one morning after a rough practice. He was uncharacteristically quiet as the two of you ate and he wondered if his team would eventually leave him behind. As much as he loved racing, that would only take him so far. He didn’t want to bother you with his insecurities. You put up with him enough as it was.

But you must have sensed something was up and that he needed to unwind. Standing in the bathroom doorway wearing nothing but a smile as he got out of the shower, you said you were glad he cleaned himself off. You planned to get him dirty all over again.

There was no finesse when he rushed to bed with his raging hard-on and you were kind enough not to say anything when you carefully bound him. If anything, it pleased you how excited he was. You once told him that he should never be ashamed of his passion, whether it was for you or a hobby.

You teased him with your mouth, but stopped before he could finish.

"Only filling one hole today, big boy," you told him as you took in every inch of him with a moan. "No thinking right now. I'm going to ride you until your brain has to reboot.”

Anyone would shatter if they had Lucky on top of them and he was thankful enough to be yours to break.

He was also amazed he didn't lose it the second you had your first orgasm.

"Jake," you panted as you recovered, pressing your lips against his as he squirmed beneath you. "Why aren't you holding still?"

Maple.

He could still taste the sugary syrup on your lips from your earlier meal, the flavor dancing on his tongue. Sweet, but not as delicious as the nectar between your thighs. The same juices that currently seeped around his cock.

And you weren't done yet.

"Because your pussy keeps clenching around me and I can't get my hands on your perfect tits," he pouted before you kissed him deeper.

And I'm so close to blowing my fucking load.

"Aww. These perfect tits?" you asked, leaning back so he could get a good look. His glasses would have fogged up if he had them on. That's how hot you looked. "Remember the first time you felt me up? You moaned so sweetly. Made me feel beautiful."

"You are beautiful," he moaned.

The tender smile on your face as you moved above him was an image he'd dream about.

"Still not touching my tits," you winked.

He never thought he'd be jealous of your hands, but watching you bring them to your chest to grope yourself? Pinching your nipples and rolling the hardened buds between your fingers? Yeah, he was jealous. So jealous that he whined when he thrust beneath you.

"Let me get my mouth on them if I can't touch. Please, baby," he begged, the breath punching out of his lungs as you lifted your hips and slammed down.

"Not yet," you smirked, moving your hands from your chest to his thighs.

Tease and I love it. I love everything about you.

"When?" he asked, staring shamelessly as your breasts bounced.

"Soon," you promised. "You good?"

"Green," he moaned.

He wondered if you kept him bound just to see if he'd free himself from the restraints. He had the strength to do so, but he wouldn't. You made it clear today that you called the shots.

“You may want my tits, but I know what you really want, Jakey,” you smirked as he felt his cock slide along your walls. “You want to fuck up into my tight pussy until I scream your name.”

Jake gritted his teeth as struggled to not do just that. He also wanted to flip you over and pound you into the mattress so you’d feel him for days. He felt you throb around him and knew you were as desperate to come again as he was to fill you up.

“I’ll scream it,” you promised him, shuddering as you moved faster. “How can I not? Such a big cock and it’s all mine.”

“It’s yours?” he grunted, thrusting up enough for you to feel it. By the mewl you let out, he hit the right spot. “Like your pretty pussy’s all mine?”

“All yours,” you panted as your hands suddenly moved to the headboard, leaning down enough so your breasts moved in his face. “Now let me make you feel good.”

Do whatever you want, Lucky.

He took one of your nipples into his mouth and moaned as you fucked yourself on his cock. He let you take because you always gave everything back to him. Your passion matched his own. How is he lucky enough to call you his?

“I want you to come on it,” he urged, flicking his tongue on the hardened nub. “Please, Lucky.”

Jake wasn’t sure if it was his plea that made you climax, but you coated his thick cock with your wetness once again. He smiled as he heard the sound of his name in the room. You screamed it just like you promised. Even when your head dropped to his shoulder, your trembling body still moved so he could join you in euphoria.

“Come in me,” you said against his skin.

You barely got the statement out before he let out a loud groan and sprayed your slick walls with his hot, thick spend. You whimpered as he finished, his taut body relaxing as you both tried to catch your breath. He wanted to wrap his arms around you, but he’d settle for you keeping your body against his.

Right where you belong.

"You okay?" you asked after a minute. “I mean really okay?”

Jake nuzzled against you as much as he could, the softness in your voice bringing a smile to his face. "Yeah."

"Talk later?" you asked.

"Once my brain reboots," he joked, forgetting all about his rough practice.

I love you. Thank you.

“Not tapping out are you?” you breathed out, smiling against his skin when he groaned. “I came twice. How many more before you break free?”

You made it to three.

I adore this couple. I can't help it. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Misc. Chris Evans Characters Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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[ramattra-simping]

Hello, how was your day?I have come to request a NSFW (either soft or rough, as you choose :3) with a very Sub Ramattra and Dom reader. (I ask that the reader keep their clothes, perhaps a comfortable short pajama since the one who deserves attention here is our big friend.)--------------Ramattra is very stressed and somewhat angry due to a failed Null Sector mission. So the reader decides to take him to his room where he places Ramattra on the bed before climbing into his lap and giving him some affection to try to cheer him up, but without much success.The Reader accidentally ends up touching some wires on Ramattra's chest, making him groan a bit. Upon discovering this, the Reader begins to play with each sensor, wire, screw, etc., gradually breaking our robot, seeking to alleviate some of the repressed luguria. of Ramattra and claim it a little...or a lot

Hi. Im Not lying it could be better. And how is your day? And im Not so got with nsfw things so please go easy on me.😅

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NSFW!Ramattra x s/o

Ramattra whole week was very stressful after all he is the leader of Null Sector and has a war to win.

So you made it your responsibility to make it lose up a bit.

One night he was in your shared room at the desk making plans for the next move.

You walked up to him taking His hand and lead him to the bed.

"My Dear what is the meaning of this. I have work to do"

"You worked the whole week Babe. Im here to make you relax a bit"

If Ramattra should he would smirk at you having a feeling where this is going.

"Alright, Dear. Help me relax then"

You started kissing His face plates knowing he can feel your touch.

Slowly sit up on his lap still kissing him.

On accident you touched one of His wires that are in His chest and in return you got something that sounded Like a moan/groan from him.

To make sure you heard right you did it again a few times and He was actually moaning from it.

"you enjoy it that much Babe~ you like it when i touch you there?"

Ramattra felt ashamed letting you see him like this but it felt to good as Well.

You kept playing with His wires, Sensor and everything else you found.

After some time you had a groaning/moaning Ramattra under you.

You must be lying If you say you dont like seeing him.

"Tell me Babe how does it feel~"

"o-oh dear so..so good"

You played more and more until you saw how his Lights slowly dims down and He gets quiet.

After some moments his lights Turn Back on.

"What happened there Babe?"

"Im sorry Dear. Its just you made me feel all of this that i Had to reboot my system."

"So you in other Terms.. came?"

He looks away from you with a bit shame "yes"

You just smiled at him and layed down in His chest.

"Thank you Dear. For helping me relax"

"of course Ram. Have a good Rest"

Ramattra wrapped his arms around you and then you both fall asleep

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Hope its well and that you all enjoyed it

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[oceansprompts]

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕡𝕤 // 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝟚 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

this dialogue taken from destiny 2's vanguard ops strikes; hypernet current, lake of shadows, and the arm dealer. . . . adjusted for general use. . . . change as needed for usage

Let us hope that your technology continues to be resilient.

We need to get in there and stop them.

Screams, weird voices, nightmares... you name it.

It's resilient, but not impenetrable. A backdoor wouldn't be impossible.

Hopefully getting rid of whatever is at the center of this will shake all that weirdness out of the system too.

It looks like you're getting closer to the source of the problem. That track nearby looks like your best bet!

Let's just hope it's stable.

What-what was that?

Such a fragile space. This will do.

You don't want to see the pot of tea I made this morning.

Civilians are depending on you.

Mobilizing team for Operation, uh... Babydog? Why does this say Babydog? I must have forgotten to reboot the name generator.

Operation "Babydog?" Well, it has a certain ring to it, huh?

Yes... "Babydog" ... Well, the protocol is already running. Can't stop it now.

Yes, sorry, Operation "Babydog" ...We need to determine the source of — Haha! — I'm sorry, I can't.... Stand-by!

Our purification tech can only do so much. If the contamination spreads, people will die.

Good work. There's bound to be more than one.

We're making good progress, but energy readings are still off the charts.

This place is old; good thing we can't get tetanus.

If for nothing else but principle, I'm glad you're reclaiming it.

They just left that unguard...? This smells fishy to me.

Time for me to step out. I leave it to you.

Usually for an operation like this, logistical support would be provided. But it sounds like it's just us this time around.

Where'd you put my datapad? It had the notes about that thing I'm in charge of.

Into the action right away. I'm not surprised. You're up.

Whoa, wait wait wait, I'm not ready! I had a whole thing for this guy — I had charts and pictures — you know what, the one time I get it all — geez, forget it. You know what, just forget it.

Door's unlocked. But I couldn't get through without tripping their master alarm.

Not a trade I would have made, but you're the one on the ground.

Come on, how bad could one little alarm be?

Good different or bad different?

Did I just see a FLARE shoot into the sky?

Did you shoot up a flare? I thought we weren't allowed to have flares anymore after I… had nothing to do with why we're not allowed to have flares.

That's me! I must have… Oh, wait a minute. Nope not me.

Plan, schman. Take the radioactive thing, put in explode-y place. There! There's your plan.

Is this what "be brave" means for you? Didn't know it was a prayer.

Yeah, not blowing up is as good as you can hope for sometimes.

Way to reach for the stars.

Sounded like a nice dunk!

This guy's no ordinary space rhino. His weapons ain't half bad, either.

He's bound to have more. Insecure men tend to surround themselves with others like them.

Nope, she's totally right. Which is why I work alone.

I'm sorry, painted it what now?

Yeah, funny story about the Oh-roh? Oh-roh… Oh-roh-bahn… uh…

I think you should call it "payback."

Could be some really weird defenses in there. Not just flame turrets - I'm talking REALLY weird.

Why would they put a tank inside a ship?

Remember that elevator? Looks like we have to bring it down again.

Ok. Well, there are many… levels of easy.

Please don't encourage him

Oh, come on! ANOTHER one?

Wait, wait wait! Let me guess — giant flame turret.

Try to grab his flame turret blueprints after he's dead.

Watch for air support. This guy's too smart to not have a backup plan.

Eh, backup plans are overrated.

This is it. We've got him cornered… in an airfield. OK…

Now we've got you! In a… place you know way better than us. But that won't stop us. Let's get him!

Watch your six. And your twelve. You know what — just — just be careful

Sounds like I returned at just the right time. Excellent work, team.

Thanks, boss! It was by the book, the whole way.

Ok, you all are getting way too formal. Where's the energy? Let's hear some chatter out there! Huh?

The job's done. You can handle the chatter for a while.

You ever been hit with a rock? Don't joke about that.

YOU miscalculated?

Yes. Do you have any further questions?

It seems this new guy has done some “redecorating.” Although I don’t think I can call this an upgrade in terms of taste. But perhaps the cannons could be of use?

Names hold power. It is not unlikely that this new guy is a successor, who has taken up the mantle.

Unless we disable that shield, we’re sitting ducks out here!

That shield is making me mad! We’ve got to get rid of it!

Well fought! We’ve cut another head off the proverbial Hydra.

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[cacophony-eg]

Moon Knight and Sun King (Part 9) (Possessed Sun Wukong x (F) Reader)

Part 1 Part 8 Part 10

Ch 9 Summary: Macaque and Moon help you regain your sense of touch with some unexpected results.

Macaque and Reader share a moment in the closet. (Not like that!)

Wukong wakes wondering what the heck he did last night.

It's a chaotic chapter, hope you enjoy ;3

Your eyes were closed as Moon nuzzled the top of your head. Soon feeling something square in shape press against your cheek. You opened one eye to see Macaque's hand outstretched to your face, holding something that you couldn't quite see. You let in a small gasp, shivering as your senses finally registered the square thing against your skin was very chilly.

Moon paused in his nuzzling at your reaction, while Macaque smirked, the shadow monkey pulling his hand away from your cheek. Finally letting you spot the cube of ice in the demon's hand.

 "I take it you felt that?" The Rouge asked.

"Yeah a little bit" you replied, grateful you were starting to be able to feel cold again, but still found it concerning it took so long for your body to detect something as cold as pure ice.

"Good, now..." The Demon held up a pair of your wireless gaming headphones; the white ones with glowing Cat ears, you noted. "I'm gonna need you to put these on and keep your eyes closed" 

"...why?" you asked suspiciously.

"Cause if some of your other senses are taken away, it will make it easier for you to focus on your sense of touch," Macaque answered.

"And focusing on my sense of touch will help... Reboot my nervous system?" you questioned, trying to understand the shadow demon's method before you committed to being deafened and blinded around two super strong monkeys; that you were still getting to know. 

"Yes, we're pretty much going to try and use physical stimulation to break that mental block in your head," Macaque answered.

You supposed that did make a type of sense to this bizarre situation. Choosing to place your faith in the rouge, you took your cat-themed headset from the shadow monkey. 

"And I'm going to need you to tell Moon to listen to me and do whatever I ask him to do" The demon added.

"No" the Knight pouted holding you closer to himself.

"This will go faster with two pairs of hands" Macaque reasoned, feeling too drained to summon unnecessary shadow clones right now.

You thought over your next words carefully; you believed Macaque when it came to his method of regaining your senses of touch, but you didn't fully trust the shadow demon to not pull something while your eyes were closed. "Moon, don't do anything you're uncomfortable with, or think might be bad for me. Otherwise, if you can, please follow Macaque's lead." You requested.

"I will do as you rask may Lady" the drunk Monkey nodded.

"Thanks, Moon," you said with a smile, moving on the knight's lap so you were facing the shadow demon, your back facing Moon's chest. "Alright Macaque, what do you need me to do?" 

"Three things," The rouge began, " one, focus on trying to feel everything and anything that touches you. Two, make sure your headphones stay on and your eyes stay closed, and three, tell us to stop if you don't like something or if anything becomes too much alright?"

"Okay" you nodded, those things were simple enough to handle, "is it possible for you to put some kind of blindfold over my eyes?" you requested.

"You sure you're okay with that?" Macaque questioned, surprised you would willingly give up your ability to open your eyes whenever you needed to or wished to.

"Yeah, I don't trust myself not to constantly peek" you confessed shyly, not wanting your need to glimpse at what was happening, to hamper fixing your touch issues. Your words cause the demon to laugh, and lightly shake his head in disbelief. 

"Alright then," The shadow monkey chuckled, lifting his hand and pressing a single finger between your brows. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, as the demon used his powers to create a shadow bandana to wrap around your eyes. "That Okay?"

You opened your eyes seeing nothing but darkness before you, barely able to feel the pressure of the wraps around your head and over your face. "This is okay," you assured.

"Wha you requirer of me, Rouge?" Moon slurred out resting his head against yours.

"I'll tell you as soon as Kitten, can't hear us" Macaque replied flatly as he pushed the Knight's head away from yours, so you had room to put on your headphones. 

Well on the bright side, at least you wouldn't have to listen to their bickering for a while.

You carefully lifted your cat headset and placed them over your ears. Pleasantly surprised to find instrumental music softly playing in your headphones. You didn't know how or when Macaque had set it up but you were grateful for the added effort; at least this way you wouldn't be in complete silents. 

"Thanks for the music," you said out loud, but didn't hear a response, instead you felt a pair of hands grab your own and placed them on your knees, patting the back of your hands twice. You took the single as a 'stay put', so you kept your hand's on your knees even as the pair of hands pulled away.

The first touch was obviously Moon's head, as it started nuzzling your shoulder; a familiar feeling at this point. You felt something shake against your right thigh- no it was tapping not shaking. It didn't feel the correct shape to be a hand, it was long like a stick but much more bendable as you felt the weight of it rolling a little and curling with each tap. 

'Oh, it's a tail!' You mentally concluded, betting it was Moon's judging by the angel. Then a hand grabbed the back of your left hand, again judging by the angle and the fact that their fingers and thumbs lined up with your own. You became pretty sure that it was Moon's left hand. Gently the Knight's fingers slide between yours, the action causing your pulse to quicken. Hastily you reminded yourself this was just a type of touch exercise, with no hidden meaning. 

That touch was mentally pushed to the side, as an arm wrapped around your waist. You didn't need to guess, you knew that was Moon's, familiar with his hold. It took your senses a moment but you realized something was wrapped around your right ankle, the end of that something lazily tapping against your calf. 

Macaque's Tail, you assumed. 

You softly gasp in surprise as something small, flat and hard grazed up the underside of your left foot, causing you to jerk your leg towards yourself. A hand was quickly placed on your left thigh, rubbing the area above your knee; to try and assure and calm you, which it succeeded in.

That same hand squeezes the area and gently pushes your leg back down to where it was before, giving your leg two pats. The signal for stay, you had learned. 

Momentarily forgetting about your left leg as the tapping and touches on your right leg distracted you. Moon's tail on your right thigh was moving and tapping at a completely different pace than Macaque's which was wrapped around and tapping a lower part of that same leg. 

Your right hand which still rested on your knee was slowly picked up by another hand and turned upwards. You deduced it had to be Macaque's hand as you could still feel both of Moon's. 

You're vaguely able to feel the pressure of a thumb and forefinger holding your wrist, as a set of four somethings pressed into the centre of your palm; fingers you soon recognized. Macaque's digits slowly spread apart, as they pushed and guided up to the tops of your fingers. Tapping the tips twice; a signal for you to keep your hand open.

You did as you were silently instructed, the way his one hand still held onto your wrist made you a little trepidatious for what was to come next. Like the demon was expecting you to jerk away. 

Soon, there was something relatively small and slick being pressed into the centre of your hand. The object slides down your palm and towards your wrist, doing little circles over your plus point. You speculated that the object was another ice cube.

 You didn't wonder long as the chill of the ice suddenly hit your senses, and you breathed in sharply through your nose resisting the urge to flinch or curl your fingers at the sensation. You felt the thumb; holding your wrist, softly careless your skin, possibly to assure you or praise you for not pulling away. 

Each new touch felt similar to how an orchestra would gradually introduce a new instrument as the song began to reach its chores, but it was not a harmonious song. Each touch seems to have its individual level of pressure, movement, and speed. Causing a cacophony of sensation through your body that your mind scrabbled to keep track of and separated from each other.

It was a strange mix of being overstimulated but not stimulated enough. As if each instrument's song was nice but when you mixed them together it turned into an intolerable jumble of noises, but was at such a low volume that didn't overwhelm you. 

It took a few long moments of the ice sliding up and down your fingers, but you began to feel the cool damp trail the ice left on your skin. While Moon nuzzled your shoulder, you felt the monkey's cheek vibrate a little, not sure if it was from the Monkey Knight speaking or chirping soothingly.

That was when; whatever had grazed the bottom of your left foot before, returned. You bitting your lower lip and squeeze your left fingers around Moon's. Trying to resist jerking your leg from the sensation. 

You felt the hand on your wrist letting go of your hand; you made sure to keep your hand still, but soon you were vaguely able to feel the warmth of two fingers grazing up your cheek and down to your jawline. Through deduction, you quickly figured out the hand belonged to Macaque. You didn't need to hear the shadow monkey's words to know he was teasing you. 

You puffed out your cheeks, pouting to make sure the demon knew you were annoyed with his teasing.

Macaque must have said something to Moon after that, because the knight's tail hooked around your thigh as his left hand squeezed around yours, quickly followed by the arm around your waist pulling you more snuggly against the Monkey Knight's front. 

The demon's hand that was caressing your cheek left your face, only to quickly return as it cupped your chin lightly pulling up causing your head to tilt back a little. The Ice in your other hand had stopped moving; probably because Macaque let go of that as well, the shrinking frost piece simply laying in the palm of your hand. 

Something vaguely warm but airy; possibly a warm breath, brushed over your lips. That was when you felt a low rumbling shake from Moon's chest that vibrate against your back. You didn't need to hear the two monkey's words to know Moon was currently growling about something Macaque must have said or done.

"Can you two not argue?" you sighed, "and Macaque could you stop trying to antagonize Moon?" you requested, feeling the hand on your chin and the tail around your leg tremble. It didn't take much to figure out the shadow monkey was laughing... Most likely at you.

You felt the rouge's hand let go of your chin, grazing a single nail- or claw down the tip of your nose before the demon left your face alone. Moon burry his face against your neck which you had partly expected. 

What you had not expected to feel was the knight's warm breath against your neck as he sighed, sending a hot pleasurable shiver down your spine. 

Both Monkeys froze, the tail on both your thigh and ankle stiffened and became ridged against your leg. You wondered if something had happened, and began to worry as Moon pulled his head away from your neck and completely let go of you. Even the knight's tail quickly slide off your leg, if you weren't sitting on Moon's lap no part of the Monkey in blue would be touching you.

"Is something wrong?" you asked, pulling down your headphones with one hand, as you wiped your cool and damp hand; the one that held the ice, against your shorts.

"I apologize May Lady, I-I-I" you partly felt but mostly heard the monkey knight flop backwards onto his back, "I should be unished" you heard Moon's muffled voice groan out.

"What?" you said doing a blind double take back at Moon, the shadow bandana still wrapped around your eyes.

You heard Macaque burst into hysterical laughter as the shadow wrap's around your eyes disappeared. You blinked a few times; as your eyes adjusted to the light, spotting Moon laying on his back with both hands covering his face. Between the monkey's hands, you could see that the knight's cheeks were a distinct shade of Pink.

"Looks like we can feel all kinds of things from you!" Macaque laughed.

You turned to face the shadow demon, his cheeks a light pink as he looked back at you, his chuckling slowly subsiding. The Shadow Demon looked pretty handsome as he laughed, but that devious grin on his face had you worried.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You questioned, figuring he was referring to their ability to feel your emotions and pain, but you were drawing a blank as to what the Rouge was hinting at.

"It means I had no idea how easily you are~" Macaque used a low raspy tone that shot a burst of heat down to the pit of your stomach and up over your cheeks. "To stimulate~" the demon purred out, his smirk growing, as the shadow monkey's tail trailed up your leg, sending another warm shiver through your touch-sensitive body.

You heard Moon release a moaning whine, and the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. 

THEY COULD FEEL YOUR AROUSAL!

You had never shot up onto your feet faster in your life. 

"I'm going to have a shower!" you declared, face redder than the demon's scarf as you rushed towards your bathroom.

"Make sure to have a cold one!" Macaque call out, just before you slammed the washroom door behind you.

The shadow demon waited quietly, smirking to himself over the 'interesting' discovery. He had watched your face the whole time and there were no visual hints of you feeling pleasure. If he and in turn 'Moon' hadn't been able to physically feel your arousal the shadow demon may have never known. Even his tail travelling up your leg and of course the lower tones of his voice, cause a spike of arousal in you. 

The only thing was that it could have all just been a reaction to your senses coming back and being more sensitive than you were used to. It wasn't uncommon for his touch reset sessions with Wukong to become something more sexual for that very reason... This was something the rouge would need to look into later, and possibly experiment more with. Feeling your pain Macaque wasn't too keen about, but getting to feel the echoes of your pleasure he wouldn't mind experiencing again.

You were pretty responsive to instructions even silent ones, and the demon would be lying if he said he didn't find having that kind of willingness from you alluring. This could very well be in his favour, after all, attraction and pleasure could be good ways to control you.

"Don't push your luck" came a voice from behind Macaque that made him whip around in a fighting stance... But there was no one, only his shadow along the floor. The most disturbing part of the voice was that it sounded like his own.

The shadow monkey's ears twitched, as he heard the shower being turned on, reminding the demon he had other things that needed his focus. 

Macaque turned to face the Monkey Knight that was still laying on his back, drunkenly muttering to himself about how horrible of a champion he was, and how disgraceful he was towards his Lady.

Well, the rouge got you in a shower, now he just needed to get 'Moon' to wash up before his Sun side took over again. 

Luckily the demon had a plan for that, as he stood up to his full height and tapped his foot against Moon's. "Hey, Harry Knight, didn't you hear your Lady's last order?" 

The Knight sprung into a sitting position "may Lady give me an ordeer?" the drunk monkey asked.

"Yeah, just before she went into the washroom" Macaque stated, thankful the drunk knight was just as easy to fool as drunk Wukong was. "Didn't you hear her?"

"Nooo..." Moon bemoaned, flopping onto his side "I have failed my lady once more," the knight bemoaned. 

"Relax" The Rough sighed, "Your Lady just ordered you to go home, take a long bath and get some sleep." 

"If that is may Lady's ordeers then I will hallow them to the best of me abilities," Moon slurred out as he got onto his feet and nearly fell over. Macaque was forced to catch the drunken Knight before he crashed onto the floor.

"Good now lets get you back where you need to be" The Demon sighed, as he disappeared into the shadows taking the tipsy monkey with him.

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Macaque let out an annoyed grumble as he shadow ported himself back to your apartment. The demon standing near the front door; wet from the knees down having been dragged into a pond by the drunk knight as the rouge attempted to get the Monkey in blue to wash up. Then he had to summon two shadows, to get the nearly passed-out knight into a bed before the sun started rising. Just summoning the two clones took far more effort than the mixed fur monkey cared to admit, leaving him more drained than ever.

The Shadow demon kicked off his wet boots onto your door mat, swiftly hanging his damp cape onto the corner of the coat closet. The edges of his robe's sleeve and pant legs were damp as well but choose to just tolerate those two things. Macaque wanted to return to his base and get some sleep but he need to dispose of your clothes; an extra percussion from Wukong finding you.

That's when Six-eared Macaque realized the shower was no longer running but you were nowhere to be seen in the small studio apartment. Preparing for the worst, the demon pretended to remain casual as his hearing went into overdrive, no signs of life in the bathroom, but rouge picked up breathing and the faint muffled sound of music, possible running through headphones... And it was coming from the build-in closest, next to your bed.

The Rouge silently and quickly made his way over to the closet, passing a paper bag with the clothes you wore tonight inside of it. Seems you had the same idea about disposing of your clothes as he did. As the demon stood in front of the closet door, the breathing sounded like yours, but the mixed-furred monkey wasn't going to take any chances. Macaque threw open the sliding door, though he was tired he still had enough energy to grab the pillow that was tossed at his face.

"Macaque?!" you choked out, the demon curious why your voice sounded so strained. The rouge lowered the pillow out of his view to look down at you, but your face was already facing downward as your vigorously rubbed your eyes. Your headphones hang around your next, "sorry, I wasn't expecting you to come back."

"I see you have a habit of making useless apologies, kitten," Macaque sighed, a little thrown off he couldn't sense what you were feeling, but a glance at the window showed the first few rays of the sunlight had peaked over the horizon. A second look into the closet, the demon noticed you were sitting on a pile of pillows, hinting towards your closet hiding spot being a somewhat common thing. 

The demon flopped down onto the floor, but you turned your head away from him hiding your face from his gaze. Luckily he had a fix for that, tossing the pillow back towards your face, pleasantly surprised when you caught it with both of your hands. 

'At least she had good reflexes' the demon thought to himself. 

Either way, the monkey's end goal was achieved as you looked over at him for the attack. The Rouge; finally able to see your face, spotted your puffy eyes and the tear stains trailing down your cheeks.

"What's wrong?" Macaque asked, usually he wouldn't care, but he had felt your emotions yesterday when they reached their spiking point, and he didn't need for you to get to that point and for Wukong to feel them too. That would complicate things for all of you.

"It's nothing, It's stupid... I'm okay, so no worries." You assured putting on your sweet customer service smile.

"Hiding in a closet, crying says otherwise" the rouge replied flatly, causing you to flinch slightly as you hugged the pillow that had been thrown at you. "But I do give your fake smile an 8 out of 10, it looks well practice and could probably trick your average fool."

"And your no average fool?" you shot back in annoyance, but felt shame a moment later for your comment, hiding your face in your pillow.

The Demon's lips twitched into a slight smile, that was just the bark he was looking for. "Oh ouch," Macaque chuckled. 

The monkey's tail swayed happily, hearing you groan something into the soft pillow. 

"Pardon me, Princ-uffff" the pillow was thrown at the demon's face cutting off his words, the demon too tired to deal with defending himself from the cushion letting it slide off his face and onto his lap. Though was surprised to feel a few sparks of hate from you as your face scrunched up in borderline rage.

"Please don't call me that nickname, not right now" You firmly requested, taking a slow shaky breath in and out to calm your emotions as you moved to sit with your back facing the mixed fur monkey. 

The background to that nickname would need some looking into later but for now, the demon had other things to deal with.

"You know..." Macaque began, moving himself to sit back to back to you "I'm not going to leave till you tell me what's gotten you upset," the demon declared leaning himself against your back, earning a groan and a huff from you.

"You wouldn't get it..." You sighed.

"Wouldn't get what?" the rouge prob, pleased the verbal ball was finally starting to roll.

"I... I'm a monster..." You choked out, your mouth feeling dry, as tears began prickling in the corner of your eyes.

"Relax" Macaque replied, the Monkey's tail nudging your leg, "I promise whatever you did, can't be worst than what I've done before."

You paused for a long moment, thinking back to his human blood comment and somehow doubting he got that blood willingly; or at least most were probably not willing. You somehow wouldn't put it past Macaque having the ability to seduce people into giving him some blood willingly.

"It's... Not what I did that's the problem... It is a problem and but not... It's not what's scaring me" You tried to explain rubbing your face as you lean yourself against the Rouge's back pushing him to sit straighter.

"Then what's the problem?" the shadow demon asked taking the opening to curl his tail around your waist to keep you close. Even when the sun was up somehow having you close eased some of his magical fatigue away. 

The pause in the air lasted longer than the demon liked. "Come on use your words, I can't feel much of your emotions during the day remember?" the rouge teased, using the tip of his tail to poke your side.

"...I don't feel bad for what I did to John." You confessed.

The demon's eyes widened not expecting that to be the issue, as he heard you start to sniffle.

 "All the ways I hurt him... physically harmed him and I don't feel the least bit bad about it... So I feel horrible because I don't feel anything!" you cried out, your body trembling against the rouge's back. "I know it doesn't make any sense. Why should I feel bad for hurting someone, who hurt me, who tried to kill my friend, who abused me, who tried to ra- ra" you pulled your legs up to your chest, your body instinctively trying to curl into a ball even with the Monkey's tail wrapped around your waist. 

Tears stream down your cheeks, this horrible twisted feeling seeping down to your core. Moon only recently left but you already missed his hugs.

"You shouldn't feel bad for what you did, you're ex doesn't deserve any empathy from you," Macaque growled out, as a box of tissues tapped our shoulder, you took the box and used one of the tissues to rub over your face, but your tears kept pouring. "that guy sure as hell wouldn't show you any" Macaque stated, as his tail tightened around your waist. 

"Then why do I feel like this?" you questioned grabbing more tissues. "Why do I feel anything for that Bastard!? Why do I feel so bad for not feeling bad!?!" you angrily sobbed. 

"Maybe..." Macaque paused, what you were describing and how you felt right now... Was unpleasantly reminiscent of how he felt after his first real fight with Wukong "Because your actions and maybe even some of your words go against who you believe and always viewed yourself to be" 

An intelligent warrior with a mysterious nature and unwavering loyalty to his King flashed in Macaque's mind... A warrior who was left behind and forgotten when the King turned arrogant and became a 'hero' that only cared about his ego. 

Your crying began to calm down as you listened to the rouge's words.

"And even though he betrayed you first, hurt you first, a part of you... A past part of you that still holds onto those fond memories between the two of you, making you feel guilty for what you did to him. Maybe you went too far, but deep down you know given the chance he would go way further..." Macaque's hand reached up, tracing the hidden scar over his right eye. "The Worst thing is when you end up being right..."

You remained quiet making sure the rouge had finished speaking as you wiped up the last of your tears. "...Maybe you do get it," you replied, causing the demon to let out a half laugh.

"More than I like to" The demon agreed.

"...Does this feeling ever go away?" You softly asked, leaning a little heavier against the mixed fur monkey.

"It does and it doesn't" Macaque answered honestly. 

"What does that mean?" you asked, wondering if he was being vague on purpose again.

"It means your going to feel like that for as long as you hold any kind of feelings for your ex..."

"So what your saying is until he becomes nothing to me these emotions are always going to spring up?" you questioned.

"That or they fester inside of you, twisting everything that was once good and sweet between you two and becomes something painful and bitter. Till every-time you look at him all you want to do is make him feel hundred times worst then he ever made you feel." The rouge replied.

That last part was oddly familiar to how you felt when you gained the upper hand over John. "... Voice of experience?" you couldn't help but ask.

"Something like that" The demon shrugged, going back to purposely being vague.

"So how do you let go of someone-" or someones in your case "that hurt you so badly, but used to mean so much to you? How do you make them mean nothing to you?" you softly asked resting you head backwards to lightly press against his.

Macaque snorted letting out a half laugh, "hell if I know."

"Gee that's helpful," you grumbled, before letting out a squeak as the rouge leaned far heavier against you causing you to fold forward.

"Hey show some gratitude, I'm not the comforting type you should be grateful I'm trying to help you feel better at all!" The shadow monkey argued back.

You uncurled your legs, to gain some leverage as you pressed your feet against the back wall of the closet. "I am grateful for you!" You grumbled in response, pushing as hard as you could making the demon lean forward. "You're an annoying emo monkey, but I don't know what I would do without you!" You shouted at him. 

You let out an undignified squawk as you suddenly fell backwards; Macaque disappears from behind you. Your arms flaying, eyes closing as you brace for impact... Your head softly lands on something fluffy. You blink as you realize you landed on the pillow you had thrown at the rouge before.

"Do you mean that?" Macaque asked sitting upon your bed, legs crossed as he curiously looks down at you. 

"...Yeah" you confessed with a shy nod, "I would be so lost without you, or at least more lost than I already am" you explain rubbing your cheeks as if the action could prevent the heat from building in your cheeks.

"You wouldn't have liked it more if it was just you and Moon?" He questioned resting his hand on one of his proped-up arms. The Demon behaved casually, but his tail was swishing around so much you could see it even in your awkward lay-down angel.

"As much as I enjoy my and Moon's one-on-one time, he's not exactly great for bouncing ideas with or getting answers out of him that aren't... Well, what he thinks I want to hear or are the standard knightly replies, you know?"

"Yeah, I know... his first 'Knightly reply' to me was pinning me to the wall with his foot" Macaque replied dryly, making you release a nervous laugh.

"Hopefully my command will prevent that from happening again," You agreed "but... It was also kind of good karma for trying to strangle me before so it all evens ufff" a pillow from your bed was suddenly plopped down onto your face.

"By the way do you know if your ex ever figured out where you live?" the demon asked, moving onto a new topic and new spot, as you removed the pillow from your face to find the rouge standing near your balcony. The shadow monkey checks the door and puts on the locks. 

"You know just as much as I do in that regard" you sigh, sitting up, "my brother figured out where my PO box is, and I don't think the bugger figured out where my apartment is..." You replied standing up and putting the two sets of pillows onto the bed. "but I also don't know if my ex paid others to figure out where I live... I have been careful to conceal where I live, but I'm not naive enough to think no one could figure it out, or hasn't already figured it out."

"Good, never underestimate an enemy" the demon agreed, looking around your place, he had wondered why you had been so careful to hide where you lived but after seeing your ex and brother that mystery was quickly solved. "As long as your ex has powers, he's going to pose a problem" Macaque grumbled, still not sure what happened to the human male.

"Umm... I took John's powers" you corrected.

The Demon blinked several times his mouth opening and closing a few times as he scrabbled to narrow down the sudden tide-wave of questions, "...All of them?" was the first to leave the Rouge's mouth.

"I'm pretty sure I took all of them... at least the gold vision I was using at the time showed John had no more of those strings."

"...Strings?" the mixed-fur monkey questioned.

"Yeah, remember those 'destiny string' Moon talked about before? John had them too, the strings were coming out of his chest and wrapping around this collar around his neck. Expect no strings came out of his hands as they did for me, and they were a pale yellow instead of a blue" You explained.

Macaque reluctantly recalled the Not Mayor's words about your blue strings:

"The strings of destiny don't lie," the man chuckled, "That shade of blue is the symbol of devotion, and just like that foolish Monkey King, whether you'll admit it or not, deep, deep down~ You both desire to be devoted to someone again..."

"...how did you take his powers?" Macaque tries to clarify.

"Well..." You frowned at the memory and the sick gleeful feeling that filled you as you watched your ex shake in terror under you. "After I weakened him... I used my command ability and ordered John to give me all his powers."

"That's it?!" The shadow demon asked in shock.

"Yeah pretty much" you shrugged, "After I took his powers I gained this blue streak to my hair." You explained, gesturing to your changed hair.

Macaque looked over the bright blue part of your hair, a part of him had figured the change in hair colour was just a side effect of your bone-spirit powers developing. Never imagining it was the symbol of you taking your ex's powers, that new development... 

The demon let out a yawn, his fatigue catching up to him again. Though being near you had healed his bruises and replenished some of his magic, his physical weariness had not lightened up much.

"It's been a long night," you said with a soft smile, "if you want you can crash here,"

The demon snorted at the offer eyeing your full-sized bed "what didn't get enough cuddles from your knight?" he questioned, making you blush.

"I was going to offer you the bed and I was going to sleep in the closet" You quickly corrected.

Macaque laughed "you know that sounds even more ridiculous right?" 

His words cause you to blush more, and pointedly look away from him. "I was just trying to help" you shyly muttered.

"I can't sleep now anyways," The demon added, "I have... A type of day job I need to get to" the demon replied thinking about Bai he, and needing to be there for her during her second day of school. He couldn't let one of those dumb kids bully the poor girl and chase her away when she worked so hard to get the courage to go to school in the first place. 

"Wait, when was the last time you slept?" You asked with concern.

"Last... Two nights ago?" He replied "haven't slept since this happened" the demon expressed, gesturing to the white side of his fur. The monkey hoped that as long as he stayed inside the shadows he wouldn't have to waste magic and energy on glamouring his white fur.

"And you're planning on staying up all day again?" You questioned, with a worried frown, even with Macaque being a mystic monkey that sounded like a long time to go without sleep or some kind of rest.

"Don't have much of a choice, I have things only I can do today" the rouge replied with a shrug. 

You frowned wishing you had some way to help take away Macaque's fatigue... that was when an idea hit you. "Let me try something" you requested going over to the monkey and grabbing his hand.

"What are you-"

"Shhh let me focus," you asked closing your eyes as the demon rolled his eyes, but his attention quickly returned to you as the blue streak in your began to glow.

Macaque was about to ask again what you were doing, but the sudden rush of energy coursing through his body temporarily shut him up, he couldn't even recall the last time he felt so refreshed.

Your hair stopped glowing and your body began to sway "hh-hope that helps" you said with a weak smile, falling forward against the shadow demon. The rouge scrambled a bit as he held onto you to prevent you from falling as your legs started to give out as well.  

"What did you do?!" The demon sounded a little panicked despite his best effort.

"Use... John's powers... backwards" you slowly replied, "figured if powers.... could give... Physical ailments... to other..."

"You could take them away from someone else" Macaque finished.

"Mmm hmm" you hummed in agreement before going limp in the monkey's hold as you passed out.

This time the Rouge had expected it and quickly scooped you up into his arms before you collapsed out of his hold.

"Idiot, you might have powers but you're still a moral," Macaque muttered down at you in annoyance but held you carefully as he carried you to your bed. 

Using his tail to pull away the sheets before gently resting you on your bed. The demon pulled the blankets back over you, about to step away and leave but paused for a moment. The rouge's hand reached out and lightly ruffled your hair.

"Thanks," Macaque whispered to your sleeping form before falling into the shadows. Extra shadows in the room swallowing his boots, cloak and the bag of your clothes.

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The Great Sage Equal to Heaven... Currently had his head in a freezer. The Monkey King groaned from the pounding pain in his head and nausea that coursed through his whole body.

When Sun Wukong first woke up, for a moment he had thought the fillet was activated around his head again. Then the need to throw up soon followed, indicating this was a hang-over. 

Even though the King still couldn't figure out what happened the night before, or what caused him to even start drinking, to begin with... Though to forget may very well have been the reason for his heavy drinking and his current suffering.

Wukong hadn't had a chance to inspect his stash to see how much was missing and figure out just how drunk he became the night before. Rarely when the monkey drink this much did it mean a calm night for earth or the celestial realm. The saga knew he was going to need and retrace his steps soon. But first...

First, the Monkey needed this horrible hangover to ease up before he did anything else. The only odd thing he had discovered so far was that there were some bits of dog kibble and concrete rubble in his under robs.

Wukong hissed in agony as his phone rang, the ring tone belonging to MK so he had to answer. Taking a deep breath the Monkey King pulled his head out of the freezer and answered the phone.

"Hey, Bud, what's up?" The mentor asked his student in the most laid-back tone he could muster.

"Hey, Monkey King, I'm sorry to ask this but can we cancel today's lesson?" MK shyly asked.

"Oh sure buddy," Wukong agreed, the king had forgotten he was supposed to have a lesson with the kid today, for once luck was on his side, "but why?" 

"Oh Sandy's favour pet store was destroyed last night, and he's having a bit of a crisis," MK answered.

Dread hit the Monkey King, like a mountain had been thrown on top of him again. "Oh, that sounds bad, bud. Don't worry about today's lesson we can make up for it later," The Mentor assured his student.

"Thanks, Monkey King-" there was a loud meow-like noise along with some kind of crashing in the background of his successor's call, that made the Monkey flinch from the loud sound. "Oh Sorry got to go, thanks again Monkey King" Mk scrabbled out, before hanging up.

Wukong slowly lowered his phone "What on earth did I do last night...?!" ================== A/N: Hey things are getting more chaotic for me so I'm going to slow down a little and start posting new chapters every two weeks vs every week like I am now,

This will also give me a chance to work on my other fics/art!

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk possessed sun wukong #possessed sun wukong x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #lmk monkey king #possessed swk #possessed monkey king #possessed sun wukong #corrupted macaque #corrupted sun wukong #corrupted monkey king #corrupted king #my fanfiction #my fanfic #lmk fanfic #lmk fanfiction #sun wukong #six eared macaque #fanfiction #fanfic #moon knight and sun king

[randomscropio]

If Moonflower was in The Bad Guys: part 8

Warning: This part contains a character having a panic attack

Webs: Initiating WPSSMTPS hacking protocol {I hope I spelt it right} yes! Get it queen!

The hacking doesn't work

Webs: Are you kidding me?

Moonflower: Webs, can you hurry up please?

Webs: Just give me five minutes!

Mr. Snake: We don't have five minutes.

Diane Foxenton goes onto stage and starts her speech.

Webs: It's not letting me in!

Mr. Wolf: Check your system preferences.

Mr. Snake: You probably need to download a driver!

Moonflower: Did you try turning it off and on again?

Mr. Wolf: Try rebooting!

Webs: Oh my gosh you fixed it!

Moonflower, Mr. Wolf, and Mr. Snake (at the same time) : Really?

Moonflower: Jinx.

Mr. Wolf: We'll give you the money after the mission, Moon.

Webs: Okay, I guess I have to put this baby into beast mode!

Webs makes five new keyboards come out of her computer useing a USB plug.

The curtain starts to rise and Moonflower's scales turn green but she forces them to be camouflaged, she begins to hyperventilate Mr. Wolf notices this and trys to help.

Mr. Wolf: Moon, it's okay. You're going to be okay. Just breath, okay?

He demonstrates and Moonflower trys to sink up her breathing with his but her scales begin to turn green and she runs out of the door. The camera cuts to Moonflower outaide of the door, with her back on the door and everything around her is blurry she looks at her talions (here we see just her talions with a blurry background) and her talions are blurry too.

Mr. Wolf: Moon, it's going to be okay.

Moonflower: The curtain is going up and we haven't stolen the golden dolphin yet!

Mr. Wolf: Okay, then find a calm mind and listen to it until you calm down.

Moonflower nods while her breathing is still short and rapid gasps of breath.

Diane Foxenton: And know I will let Professor Marmalade speak.

Professor Marmalade: Thank you Diane!

He begins his speech {I forgot what he said in his speech and I want it to be the same as it was in the movie}

Mr. Pirrhana: Hurry up guys!

Mr. Wolf and Mr. Snake: Pirrhana no, no, no!

A loud fart inturups Marmalade's speech.

Professor Marmalade: (clears throat) As I was saying.

Mr. Pirrhana: Oh no!

Webs sniffs the air: Pirrhana! Are you kidding me?

Mr. Pirrhana: Sorry!

Chief Misty Loguns: Larry, what did we say about locking doors?

Webs: Oh no, no, no. Shark I need a distraction.

Mr. Shark: Copy that, I'm on my way!

The camera cuts back to Moonflower who has finally calmed down and is breathing normally, she makes her scales camifloged again.

#wings of fire #the bad guys #the bad guys x wings of fire

[incarnateirony]

Guys.

Guys, please.

The WBD merger, and the cancellations happening of any preferred product or whatever, is many things. It's upsetting, it's confusing, it's infuriating. But I can tell you right now, these decisions are not being made to just. Fuck POC or LGBTQ content.

Lots of shit is dying or getting kicked around and reshaped right now.

Yes, Batgirl got cancelled. Yes, Zaslav implied he didn't have faith in it. But that also came attached to it being incomplete, which is true. Because it was complete *for HBO Max Direct Release* which is a different caliber of graphics, marketing and all else than cinema releases.

And amid the many details in the cancellation, Zaslav stated that direct to streaming movies will no longer happen and are neither profitable or sustainable, which is why all products matching that description are dropping dead, or going through a stage to TRY to convert it to cinematic.

Batgirl was given this phase. However, Batgirl's original SVOD release budget was 70K, then increased almost 30% to 90K, already.

With WBD 43 BILLION dollars in debt, and their entire procedure being around cutting costs, can anyone tell me where they see the argument to double it over for extended scenes, bringing back actors and sets and equipment, completely retooling their special effects and paying out global cinematic marketing?

We can argue, like, we should have faith in a black latina actress!!! But that's not it either. At the end of the day, cinematic releases even still see pretty slim margins after everyone's gotten their cut. I mean like. Even super ultra blockbuster types might make, weeeeeeee... 100M profit on a 400M budget. So what do you propose we ramp Batgirl to? from 70 to 90 to? 150? 250? and most of all, if this was conceived before WBD's current 10 year new DC plan was created, is it even going to lead anywhere for their future franchises? How much do they have to change THERE? How much will THAT cost? And if not, how much extra are we investing into a reboot we're just going to reboot again a year later?

When you sit there and look at it, you realize, it's not that she's black. It's that she was in the wrong stage of development at the wrong time with the wrong funding source and the wrong targeted release type. That's it. It's business. Sometimes business falls apart. If they write off the project without completing it they can get a substantial amount of that money back, rather than spending MORE to squeak out a profit that's... less than getting that money back.

A huge, HUGE amount of the time, LGBTQ or POC people ARE unfairly targeted by the system. But right now, that's not the targeting metric. Anyone that fits certain profiles like that budget, release type, etc, is getting knocked off. Black, white, gay, straight, DC, cartoon, whatever. It's dead, Jim. And it's all because of the bottom dollar. the whole system's getting hit by a ripple, nobody said Fuck Batgirl In Particular

Let it be said, this isn't an argument for the ethicality of being this uncaring about your customers. On a business decision, it's safe. WBD owns so much we can't get away from them if we try and they could cancel 20 batmovies and we'd still mostly turn up starved for the one we finally get. He fucking knows that. So we can yell into the internet all day but these changes aren't being reversed.

The malice is money and greed oriented, touched with a bit of reasonably excusable business choices as best anything in capitalism can be excused. Not race, gender, or sexual orientation oriented. I promise. Please don't dilute actual protests to things anchored IN these issues by muddying it up by things that anyone who understands this is just going to dust off, because it fucks up being listened to when we really are being actively targeted on the premise of who we are.

#wbd #warner brothers #discovery #hbo max #batgirl

[glambots]

So a while ago I was writing a post fire android fic, where Y/N is an engineer who worked at the pizzaplex and saved Sun and Moon’s chips during the fire, largely forgot about them, then used them in their invention, and thought I’d share these bits since I find them cute.

“ Sun blinks at you. You watch the screen, reading ‘System check, loading reboot…’, with just a small amount of tension. You had to change some things on the chip due to fire damage, incompatibility with the new body, and some sort of virus to had to install entirely new anti virus for. What if you changed them so much they’re not the same? You’d feel awful…Their files are intact, though you deleted all the personnel and guest profiles while debugging. Would they remember you? Would they recognize you? Would they remember anything? When you officially bought their chips the company had made you sign a document to delete their records, which made sense… There’s a small chime, and it seems the chip connected okay. You check the android, waiting a couple seconds. The eyes light up with a startlingly vivid blue, with small hints of green to it, and move to meet yours. Interesting choice. “Hi, Sunny…I know you probably can’t speak right now, or even remember who I am, but-“ Before you finish their eyes light up and their hands are moving in a pattern you recognize vaguely-the word for mechanic in ASL. More importantly, what they used to refer to you. You nearly cry. “

“

“Moon? Oh! Right, I’ve been keeping Moon in a room I designed just for him. I actually made both of you rooms here at the facility. They’re connected together, to where I stay, to a bathroom which I know you don’t need but I do-Oh! Right, Moon! He’s been pacing in his room all day. He figured out walking very fast, I was proud and still am. I’ll show you-oh dear you’re already standing aren’t you?” Sun stands against the table, looking like a baby deer and trying to slide his way toward the door. You sigh, slightly amused. “Do you need the crutches?”

“Yes, please.”

“

“

“Take it easy, I know taste is a new sensation, and it’s easy to get over excited-“ You pause, and Moon looks up from the pizza slice he was very clearly putting in his mouth.

“…Bad Moon?” You shake your head. “No, no-I’m not saying don’t, I’m saying pace yourself…If you can I have something special for you!”

Moon’s eyes light up. “Special?” “Yup. Just for you.” Moon gets excited at that, shaking all over in a happy shiver culminating in a fervent shaking of his hands and head. He looks a little out of breath after it, despite his lack of needing to breathe. He wiggles excitedly in his seat, looking at his first meal he’ll actually be able to taste, if you’ve done it. Moon takes an eager bite of the pizza slice-you wanted to start with something they’d be familiar with-and immediately spits it out. He looks slightly distressed, shaking his hands again. “What didn’t you like about that?”

“Tomatoes, I think...” “You don’t like the tomato paste?”

“No, I don’t!” Moon’s nose scrunches slightly and he shakes his head.

“Okay. Since you didn’t like it you can have your surprise early.” You retrieve the cupcake your friend made-A chocolate cupcake with lavender frosting decorated with a galaxy looking swirl and a chalky little edible crescent moon on top. You set it in front of Moon, who makes a small squeaking noise and lowers his head onto the table, resting it on his hands. He wiggles again, and you have to admit watching a 12 foot tall android designed with your technically dead friend in mind be so excited over a cupcake they had to express it with a newly flexible spine makes you a little happy. There’s another surprise in the cupcakes, being their candy. Miraculously it’s still in production. Though Sundrops went through a recipe change after they gave all those kids seizures.

“

I LOVE

THEY

#ask #long ask #ficlet #fanfic #sunnydrop #moondrop #light angst #angst (mentioned) #sfw #fluff #cute #silly #that says 'i love they' in case the font is hard to read #not a request #sujithe2dwaifu

[star-going-supernova]

The Sister’s Regret, Her Redemption

Chapter 3: Waking and Answers

This is a fic inspired by the Strings-verse and Siblings-verse fic, The Imposter, by Star_Going_Supernova. All credit for this goes to them.

Vanessa’s P.O.V.:

GASP

           My eyes shoot open as I try to lift myself out of the bed, pain lancing through my body from my neck down. My body doesn’t really respond to the attempt, but I feel my right side weighed down, while my left is restrained to the bed by a leather strap. My vision isn’t great; I can’t see shapes clearly, however, I can make out Freddy watching me from the side.

“Officer Vanessa, how are you feeling?” I can hear the scan he’s running as I lay back down.

“Freddy, what happened to me?” Okay, it’s official, I’m not speaking again, it hurts too much to speak.

“Yes, but you required stitching, I calibrated the machine to do so once Gregory was patched up.” His voice was calming, I felt so sleepy, but I needed to know what happened while I was out. “I wouldn’t advise speaking too much, here is a notepad to communicate.”

           My eyes move to his outstretched hand, there was a notepad with a pen clipped to it, I looked up to his face. His eyes held no contempt, only genuine concern, and anxiety. I must’ve looked really bad for him to give me that look, it reminded me of Bonnie and Foxy.

           I look down, I can feel a smile on my face when I saw Gregory curled into my side, asleep. I am glad he’s alive, and that he’s not scared of me. I gently take the notepad from Freddy, unclipping the pen. I write out my response.

“Thank you, Freddy.” I felt like crying, I treated him and the others like trash, yet he was still willing to help me.

“You’re welcome, Officer Vanessa. When I got here, you were bleeding profusely from your neck and there was some kind of device flailing in your hand.” Freddy sounded as if he was trying to remain calm for my sake. “I tried my best, but Gregory started to panic when he saw your neck.”

    “I have trapped the device in the trash can, but Gregory was adamant about pouring water on it before covering it up.” Freddy was rambling now, nothing new, he’d been doing that a lot since Bonnie and Foxy were deactivated.

“Freddy, I need you to initiate a system wide hard reboot, can you do that for me?”   I want to be sure that Freddy won’t fall under the ghost’s control. “I also have something to share with you regarding Bonnie and Foxy being retired.”

“I believe that I can initiate the reboot, Gregory rebooted me when I was taken to P&S earlier this night. As of now, I am virus free; Bluetooth has been disabled as well.” I can hear the unasked questions Freddy has about his oldest friends. “Can you please share what you know about their retirement, no one would tell me anything about what happened to them?”

           I begin writing as the room fills with silence again, Freddy seems to be watching me write, Gregory mumbles and moves slightly, trying to get comfortable again. I gently ruffle his hair, calming us both as I hear him sigh and lay still again. A small smile creeps onto my face as I hear Freddy chuckle softly at the sight of us.

“Bonnie was the first to be infected by Malhare, he uploaded himself into Bonnie after Bonnie was sent for repairs following a couple teenagers being careless with the bowling balls. Management had to lock him away in a Confinement Pod after he almost killed the technicians scanning his coding. Foxy retired himself when he started to blackout and waking up in random areas of the Plex after hours, he removed his legs and hook before dragging himself into a Pod. Techs found him halfway in before propping him in comfortably and sealing it shut.” I made sure to meet Freddy’s eyes while holding up the notepad for him to read.

“I apologize for how I treated you and your friends so badly, Freddy, as well as keeping all this from you too. Bonnie and Foxy couldn’t help me finish everything before Malhare removed them. I was terrified he would scrap you too, so I thought being cold to you all would keep you safe, but instead landed all of you in the palm of his hand. I am truly sorry for everything,this night, I had hoped to end everything on my terms, but Gregory followed me here. Was he the one that played the machines hidden in the Plex?” My curiosity got the better of me, I needed to know.

  “He indeed discovered and played the machines he found in the Daycare, arcades, and Monty’s Golf. He saw a machine hidden away in Fazerblast but didn’t have time to play it. He told me that he was going to lure Vanny to one of the Party Rooms and trap her there. Given the bunny attire you were in, I’m guessing he knew it was you from the start.” His eyes said it all, but he was waiting for confirmation.

“It was me and wasn’t me. Confusing, I know, but that device you saw in my hand explains it all.” My hand trembles as my writing degrades. “The drawer on your right should contain the plans. It was implanted the same day Roxy attacked the techs and I was sent here for medical attention.”

“According to the report, two technicians quit the next day and three other employees were hospitalized, you were the only one admitted to the Med Station for minor injuries.” Freddy narrows his eyes; the report doesn’t match with the recorded injuries. “That doesn't make any sense if the record here is accurate, combined with your extreme change in behavior, as if you were someone else entirely.”

“Gregory pointed out the fresh scars on your stomach, wrists, and neck. He said that you would fluctuate between irritation, depression, and happiness.” Freddy’s eyes drift to the trash can. “After going over everything I’ve heard about you these past months, along with how I found you, I have a working theory to share, if I may?”

“I would like to hear what you have to say.” I feel anxious about his theory, but I owe him a lot.

“You were being controlled, like my friends. From the way Gregory described you before and after he came back from camp, I have to agree. I researched the VR Beta for the FazEnt. games created; they all had negative reports that listed the testers as either losing their minds, becoming suicidal, or acting homicidal to those around them. You were concluded to be the biggest red flag due to memory loss, blackouts, acting bipolar, and your search history. Initial scans from your headset show massive strain on your mind, and severe glitches in the headset software.” I go numb as he shares his findings, so corporate was aware of the dangers and went forward with testing anyway.

“You were transferred to the night guard position of the Plex to keep a closer eye on you. It was noted by your supervisor that you didn’t trust yourself around children anymore after your last test sent you into shock, you were screaming for them to take the headset off beforehand. Afterwards, the games were listed as a failure and immediately destroyed by Silver Parasol.” Freddy relaxed as he concluded his report.

           I was silent, trying to process everything I just heard, FazEnt. was informed of how badly the games effected the player, but still kept hiring Beta testers for it. That was the sickest joke I ever heard. A part of me is happy to hear Silver Parasol destroyed all their copies of the games after the tests were declared a failure. However, a bigger part of me is concerned about purging the mainframe of that ghost in the machine.

           I watch Freddy pull the plans out, the ensuing silence was killing me. As Freddy flipped through each sheet, his eyes grew wider with each read through. The papers were dropped to the floor, as if his hands were burned by the designs.

“These plans are depraved, according to whomever wrote this, the brain is from the port of the device and , the subject can and will see/hear/smell/touch an illusion crafted by the device, sending positive neural feedback to the brain while the body continues to function.” Freddy sounded erratic, looking between the can and my neck, breathing slowly to calm myself again.

“Your thoughts are correct, the same man that orchestrated Roxy’s attack was behind the implant. I’m sure you saw the scraps of animatronic against the corner, his name was Cheshire. I believed that I was leaving injured children with him for treatment when kids snuck in afterhours.” My writing was getting neater as I calmed down.

“When Vanny poked her head out, it was like taking a 30-min nap, don’t know how that man created a twisted personality with the device, but he did. I couldn’t sleep but a sedative was pumping through the device to ensure I’d go under.” My nails dug in as I gripped the pen tightly. “It wore off after 30-mins were up, I was scared every time I woke up. It was always before my brother’s bedroom door.”

“She never tried to kill him before, but murdered children here so easily, do you know why?” I knew what he was asking, what was special about Gregory compared to the others.

“Malhare was once a man, before his mind was locked in the headset. He had a family when he was alive; every picture of Gregory made him remember his own son. Apparently, they looked almost identical.” I wasn’t amused with the virus, but I knew what he really wanted with Gregory.

“He was insane, rambling about some weird chemical he harvested off dead children, wanted to use my brother to resurrect his dead son.” I’m burning through the pad now. “He never revealed that to me, but Vanny left some plans on my desk, along with the madman’s journal and tapes initialed W.A.”

“William Afton was his name, officially reported missing around the same time he was being investigated by police as a suspect in the purple man murders. Unofficially, officers found his corpse in a springlock suit, only his family was notified in regard to this.” Freddy or my brother researching this was irrelevant, someone knew his name.

“Well, he’s a psychopath, obsessed with cheating death and butchering children. My plan was to instigate a fire in the basement, the Plex was built on a shaky foundation, the emergence of a sinkhole exacerbated this further. One spark and the Plex would be swallowed whole.” I felt a weight off my shoulders sharing with  Freddy.

“I was going to remove the update that made everyone murderous, and torch the basement, it’s a three-day weekend, corporate wanted to fill-up the sinkhole at a later time. However, the searchers returning injured and reports of rouge bots crawling around accelerated their decision, they’ll be here by tomorrow morning with the cement truck.” I feel so sleepy now, hopefully Freddy can put together a plan for us.

“Officer Vanessa, you must sleep, you just went through a near-death experience, and unloaded your bottled-up trauma; my scan is showing decreased levels of stress now.” Has Freddy always exuded dad energy, it’s soothing, my eyes are heavy. “I will stay here with you and Gregory, the Med Station door has been deactivated and locked from this side, no one will get in here.”

“Goodnight Freddy, I’m glad you’re here.” And like that, I see white.

END CHAPTER

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submitted by @stone-97

Nice chapter! Good backstory and reveals and stuff!

#submission #stone 97 #the sister's regret (stone 97) #life and times of star

[wjbs-aus]

I can't sleep, anyway here's a way-too-long post where I talk about my current thoughts on the Saints Row reboot now that I've had time to properly think about it.

Please note that some parts of this post might be outdated since the game has apparently been updated since I last played.

I slightly regret not trying all the non-Venture minigames, since they seemed kinda interesting.

Speaking of which, the Venture minigames were mostly frustrating, with the exceptions of the tech one (since it gave you a lot of cool stuff, even though they're technically not minigames but rather short missions, even though one of the rewards kinda sucked; more on that later), the fast food one (even though it took me a while to figure out how to activate it) and Cutting Edge (because the whole "look for the specific texture based on obtuse clues" thing was honestly a lot of fun). The toxic waste one was painful, and the cleanup one's time-limit was so low I couldn't even complete the first instance.

The game was buggy, but most of them weren't that serious. The least-severe was the Death Blossom ability Daniel Radcliffe-ing my character (that is to say, the guns that spawn during the associated animation got irrevocably attached to their hands whenever I used it; it kinda reminds me of a bug in The Third where picking up a Decker Specialist's hammer in a Mayhem instance causes it to clip into your current weapon and not have its associated attack), the most annoying was not being able to attack, switch weapons or use abilities (which was fairly easy to fix by just dying and then loading from the last checkpoint), and the worst was the very cool and probably useful shoot-through-walls ability crashing the game outside the mission that unlocks it (this is the reward that sucks).

The hoverboard is fun. That is all.

Ok so on one hand, possibly-canon* non-binary boss is cool; on the other hand, only being able to have top surgery scars if you use the stitched-together body texture is bad. Other than that (and the dumb body-type triangle, since apparently people can't be both fat and muscular at the same time), the character customisation system is good.

Knowing that the DLC content will include new locations, I really hope they have Stilwater as one of them, since it canonically exists in the new timeline.

You know one mission where you destroy stuff with a giant digger and it's really fun but then you don't get to do that again? Yeah, that was kinda disappointing. Same with the island mission, which could have been turned into a full minigame like in The Third.

I still don't understand why you don't unlock the AI tank after the level where you use it. Literally any of the previous games in the series would have given it to you, although there is a chance that you get it for choosing to kill Marshall (which I didn't).

My opinion on the LARP questline has kinda changed; while I do still think it's a fun little side-thing (and the crossbow is super OP when upgraded), it really doesn't fit into the rest of the plot, especially if - like me - you put off completing it until relatively far into the game. I think the premise could work really well as a separate game.

Ok but like what if the Saints of Rage machine you can find was accidentally brought into the new timeline by the original-timeline Saints when they were, like, time-travelling or whatever (assuming Gat Out Of Hell and Agents of MAYHEM are non-canon to the old timeline), and since they couldn't let anyone know about them they just sold it to some random guy in the middle of the desert? That's my headcanon.

Seriously why don't Cutting Edge materials just work like normal colours please I just want to have a hat with a gold buckle and not a garish all-gold hat???? The only things I used them on were vehicles and my character's prosthetic hand.

Speaking of Cutting Edge materials, you could totally make a human statue using one of the stone textures.

*(them being NB depends on whether or not you treat the use of "they" in that one cutscene as diegetic or not)

#saints row #saints row 2022 #thoughts #long post

[pukanavis]

The Cobalt Transformation Project - Part 2

Cobalt: …So that’s my reasoning. What do you think Doctor? Can I try this program out?

Alto: I see…since it was made by a dark master it would be best to be cautious in case it has a virus but…

It was Nobel-san who made this program so we don’t need to be afraid of that.

Since you insist, how about we give it a little test run?

Cobalt: Yay! Do you think you can install it right away?

Alto: Of course.

♡　♡　♡

Alto: …There we go, all done. Let’s get you rebooted.

Cobalt: —【System Reboot】

…

Alto: I was able to install the program. How do you feel, Cobalt?

Cobalt: …I feel marvellous.

Alto: Woah…! You really are like Ein-san.

Cobalt: I am much obliged to you, Doctor.

Alto: No problem! Let me know right away if anything feels wrong.

Cobalt: As you wish.

♡　♡　♡

Cobalt: Hm…I'll retrieve all the tableware that is no longer in use. Now then, why don’t I conduct a small test and try washing the dishes?

What perfect form…! I see, this must be the manner in which Ein-san carries out his duties.

I am completely calm. Kei will certainly be pleased with this.

Kei: I’m back…Cobalt, you’re home. Hey.

Cobalt: It’s a pleasure to see you again, Kei.

Kei: ……!? O-Oi…what did you just say!?

Cobalt: I said, “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Kei.” …Do you find some sort of qualm with that?

Kei: …! …!!!

Cobalt: What’s causing you such distress?

Kei: AAAH!? COBALT IS BROKEN…!?

Doctor! Doctor! We’ve got an emergency! Something’s wrong with Cobalt…!

Cobalt: Please settle down, Kei. I have not undergone a malfunction of any sorts.

Kei: S-Stop that…! The words coming out of your mouth must be the result of some kind of bug in your AI…!

Bring back the normal Cobalt, I’m begging you…!!!

Cobalt: …Are you certain!?

Kei: We’re going to see Doctor! Come on!

Cobalt: Excuse me, I am able to walk efficiently on my own without the need to be carried…

Kei: SHUT UP!!

♡　♡　♡

Cobalt: Ah, that didn't go how I expected! I thought you were going to like it.

Kei: Give me a break…whatever, I’m just glad you hadn’t malfunctioned.

Nobel: Hello there, pardon me.

Cobalt: Ah, Nobel! Welcome!

Kei: Nobel, huh? Geez…you gave him a seriously messed up program.

Nobel: I apologise for that.

I was curious how the program was going so I thought I’d stop by to check in but it seems that it wasn’t needed in the end.

Cobalt: Your program was awesome! But it turns out Kei likes the regular me better!

Kei: …That doesn’t mean you have a pass to run amok in the room!?

Cobalt: I know~.

Nobel: …Fufu. As I thought, they’re better left like this.

Back

#cobalt #kei #nobel

[stone-97]

Chapter 3: Waking and Answers

Vanessa’s P.O.V.:

GASP

           My eyes shoot open as I try to lift myself out of the bed, pain lancing through my body from my neck down. My body doesn’t really respond to the attempt, but I feel my right side weighed down, while my left is restrained to the bed by a leather strap. My vision isn’t great; I can’t see shapes clearly, however, I can make out Freddy watching me from the side.

“Officer Vanessa, how are you feeling?” I can hear the scan he’s running as I lay back down.

“Freddy, what happened to me?” Okay, it’s official, I’m not speaking again, it hurts too much to speak.

“Your neck injury required stitching, I calibrated the machine to do so once Gregory was patched up.” His voice was calming, I felt so sleepy, but I needed to know what happened while I was out. “I wouldn’t advise speaking too much, here is a notepad to communicate.”

           My eyes move to his outstretched hand, there was a notepad with a pen clipped to it, I looked up to his face. His eyes held no contempt, only genuine concern, and anxiety. I must’ve looked really bad for him to give me that look, it reminded me of Bonnie and Foxy.

           I look down, I can feel a smile on my face when I saw Gregory curled into my side, asleep. I am glad he’s alive, and that he’s not scared of me. I gently take the notepad from Freddy, unclipping the pen. I write out my response.

“Thank you, Freddy.” I felt like crying, I treated him and the others like trash, yet he was still willing to help me.

“You’re welcome, Officer Vanessa. When I got here, you were bleeding profusely from your neck and there was some kind of device flailing in your hand.” Freddy sounded as if he was trying to remain calm for my sake. “I tried my best, but Gregory started to panic when he saw your neck.”

“I have trapped the device in the trash can, but Gregory was adamant about pouring water on it before covering it up.” Freddy was rambling now, nothing new, he’d been doing that a lot since Bonnie and Foxy were deactivated.

“Freddy, I need you to initiate a system wide hard reboot, can you do that for me?”   I want to be sure that Freddy won’t fall under the ghost’s control. “I also have something to share with you regarding Bonnie and Foxy being retired.”

“I believe that I can initiate the reboot, Gregory rebooted me when I was taken to P&S earlier this night. As of now, I am virus free; Bluetooth has been disabled as well.” I can hear the unasked questions Freddy has about his oldest friends. “Can you please share what you know about their retirement, no one would tell me anything about what happened to them?”

           I begin writing as the room fills with silence again, Freddy seems to be watching me write, Gregory mumbles and moves slightly, trying to get comfortable again. I gently ruffle his hair, calming us both as I hear him sigh and lay still again. A small smile creeps onto my face as I hear Freddy chuckle softly at the sight of us.

“Bonnie was the first to be infected by Malhare, he uploaded himself into Bonnie after Bonnie was sent for repairs following a couple teenagers being careless with the bowling balls. Management had to lock him away in a Confinement Pod after he almost killed the technicians scanning his coding. Foxy retired himself when he started to blackout and waking up in random areas of the Plex after hours, he removed his legs and hook before dragging himself into a Pod. Techs found him halfway in before propping him in comfortably and sealing it shut.” I made sure to meet Freddy’s eyes while holding up the notepad for him to read.

“I apologize for how I treated you and your friends, Freddy, as well as keeping all this from you too. Bonnie and Foxy couldn’t help me finish everything before Malhare removed them. I was terrified he would scrap you too, so I thought being cold to you all would keep you safe, but instead landed all of you in the palm of his hand. I am truly sorry for everything,this night, I had hoped to end everything on my terms, but Gregory followed me here. Was he the one that played the machines hidden in the Plex?” My curiosity got the better of me, I needed to know.

“He indeed discovered and played the machines he found in the Daycare, arcades, and Monty’s Golf. He saw a machine hidden away in Fazerblast but didn’t have time to play it. He told me that he was going to lure Vanny to one of the Party Rooms and trap her there. Given the bunny attire you were in, I’m guessing he knew it was you from the start.” His eyes said it all, but he was waiting for confirmation.

“It was me and wasn’t me. Confusing, I know, but that device you saw in my hand explains it all.” My hand trembles as my writing degrades. “The drawer on your right should contain the plans. It was implanted the same day Roxy attacked the techs and I was sent here for medical attention.”

“According to the report, two technicians quit the next day and three other employees were hospitalized, you were the only one admitted to the Med Station for minor injuries.” Freddy narrows his eyes; the report doesn’t match with the recorded injuries. “That doesn't make any sense if the record here is accurate, combined with your extreme change in behavior, as if you were someone else entirely.”

“Gregory pointed out the fresh scars on your stomach, wrists, and neck. He said that you would fluctuate between irritation, depression, and happiness.” Freddy’s eyes drift to the trash can. “After going over everything I’ve heard about you these past months, along with how I found you, I have a working theory to share, if I may?”

“I would like to hear what you have to say.” I feel anxious about his theory, but I owe him a lot.

“You were controlled, like my friends. From the way Gregory described you before and after he came back from camp, I have to agree. I researched the VR Beta for the FazEnt. games created; they all had negative reports that listed the testers as either losing their minds, becoming suicidal, or acting homicidal to those around them. You were concluded to be the biggest red flag due to memory loss, blackouts, acting bipolar, and your search history. Initial scans from your headset show massive strain on your mind, and severe glitches in it’s software.” I go numb as he shares his findings, so corporate was aware of the dangers and went forward with testing anyway.

“You were transferred to the night guard position of the Plex to keep a closer eye on you. It was noted by your supervisor that you didn’t trust yourself around children anymore after the last test sent you into shock, you were screaming for them to take the headset off beforehand. Afterwards, the games were listed as a failure and immediately destroyed by Silver Parasol.” Freddy relaxed as he concluded his report.

           I was silent, trying to process everything I just heard, FazEnt. was informed of how badly the games effected the testers, but still kept hiring them anyway. That was the sickest joke I ever heard. A part of me is happy to hear Silver Parasol destroyed all their copies of the games after the tests were declared a failure. However, a bigger part of me is concerned about purging the mainframe of that ghost in the machine.

           I watch Freddy pull the plans out, the ensuing silence was killing me. As Freddy flipped through each sheet, his eyes grew wider with each read through. The papers were dropped to the floor, as if his hands were burned by the designs.

“These plans are depraved, according to whomever wrote this, the brain is from the port of the device and , the subject can and will see/hear/smell/touch an illusion crafted by the device, sending positive neural feedback to the brain while the body continues to function.” Freddy sounded erratic, looking between the can and my neck, breathing slowly to calm myself again.

“Your thoughts are correct, the same man that orchestrated Roxy’s attack was behind the implant. I’m sure you saw the scraps of animatronic against the corner, his name was Cheshire. I believed that I was leaving injured children with him for treatment when kids snuck in afterhours.” My writing was getting neater as I calmed down.

“When Vanny poked her head out, it was like taking a 30-min nap, don’t know how that man created a twisted personality with the device, but he did. I couldn’t sleep but a sedative was pumping through the device to ensure I’d go under.” My nails dug in as I gripped the pen tightly. “It wore off after 30-mins were up, I was scared every time I woke up. It was always before my brother’s bedroom door.”

“She never tried to kill him before, but murdered children here so easily, do you know why?” I knew what he was asking, what was special about Gregory compared to the others.

“Malhare was once a man, before his mind was locked in the headset. He had a family when he was alive; every picture of Gregory made him remember his own son. Apparently, they looked almost identical.” I wasn’t amused with the virus, but I knew what he really wanted with Gregory.

“He was insane, rambling about some weird chemical he harvested off dead children, wanted to use my brother to resurrect his dead son.” I’m burning through the pad now. “He never revealed that to me, but Vanny left some plans on my desk, along with the madman’s journal and tapes initialed W.A.”

“William Afton was his name, officially reported missing around the same time he was being investigated by police as a suspect in the purple man murders. Unofficially, officers found his corpse in a springlock suit, only his family was notified in regard to this.” Freddy or my brother researching this was irrelevant, someone knew his name.

“Well, he’s a psychopath, obsessed with cheating death and butchering children. My plan was to instigate a fire in the basement, the Plex was built on a shaky foundation, the emergence of a sinkhole exacerbated this further. One spark and the Plex would be swallowed whole.” I felt a weight off my shoulders sharing with  Freddy.

“I was going to remove the update that made everyone murderous, and torch the basement, it’s a three-day weekend, corporate wanted to fill-up the sinkhole at a later time. However, the searchers returning injured and reports of rouge bots crawling around accelerated their decision, they’ll be here by tomorrow morning with the cement truck.” I feel so sleepy now, hopefully Freddy can put together a plan for us.

“Officer Vanessa, you must sleep, you’ve lost quite a bit of blood, been dealing with near-death experiences, and unloaded your bottled-up trauma; my scan is showing decreased levels of stress now.” Has Freddy always exuded dad energy, it’s soothing, my eyes are heavy. “I will stay here with you and Gregory, the Med Station door has been deactivated and locked from this side, no one will get in here.”

“Goodnight Freddy, I’m glad you’re here.” And like that, I see white.

END CHAPTER

#fnaf au #siblings au #fnaf vanessa #fnaf gregory #glamrock freddy #glitchtrap #fnaf security breach

[3wisellamas]

Deltarune Halloween Prompts Day 9: Glitch

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Almost the entire car-shaped Darkner population honked furiously all morning, as they filled the city streets with little hope of moving. Queen's staff had tried to get the warning out early, blasting it on all channels, but evidently it hadn't come early enough, with many people getting stuck mid-commute in the fog.

Low render distance was just a given in Cyber World. Some days, the black fog was light, with visibility for miles, but on others it was thick, objects suddenly popping into place when one was mere feet away, and darkness seeming to close in from all sides.

And then, there was this morning. Neither drivers at intersections nor their cars could see the traffic signals. Pedestrians constantly collided into each other along the sidewalks, and even far out into the fields Darkners found themselves under stray wires only when the sparks hit them. Residents were urged to stay indoors, and to refrain from travelling, moving, or thinking excessively, to help protect themselves and save system resources for where they were needed most.

According to the news, the situation was only temporary, and that the problem would be fixed and Cyber World would be running smoothly again within a few hours. However, across the board they failed to disclose the reason for the glitch, though to any resident over the age of a few nanoseconds it was obvious: Queen.

"Perhaps if we clear your cache again, Your Grace?"

Queen sat silent for several seconds, with Tasque Manager tapping her chin impatiently, her tail wagging furiously. She'd been working with her for hours, closing programs, deleting unneeded data, even overclocking her, but nothing seemed to work; Queen still lagged horribly, her responses often coming well after Manager's questions.

"No I Cleared It Yesterday That Won't Work" she finally said, her face contorting a little in confusion, and Tasque Manager sighed, wracking her processor to come up with a new plan.

"Then...we might have no choice but to try a full reboot. Whatever glitch you've encountered should clear itself."

She waited nearly a minute for Queen to react, and she gasped. "Okay Tasquey But Let Me Save First Or I Will Lose All My Progress"

"Progress?" Flicking her tail a couple times in surprise, Tasque Manager tilted her head a little to the side. "What progress?"

Another several seconds. "My Progress In Minecrap Of Course I Just Found Tons Of Diamonds"

"Minecrap?!" She reviewed the list of active programs running on Queen's CPU; how had she missed that? With it taking up more than 68% of her resources, and Cyber World's by extension? "Your Grace...I need to ask you to save your game and exit the program. Now."

Two full minutes this time. "Fine You Win Please Stand By" Tasque Manager waited patiently, until finally Queen spoke up again. "It Is Now Safe To Turn Off Your Computer"

"Excellent. This will only take...approximately one minute and 16 seconds."

#deltarune #deltarune halloween prompts #deltarune queen #deltarune tasque manager #emwrites

[justkpopjokes]

Agent Aster: Rose Protocol

A/N: originally written December 17, 2020 as a sequel to this drabble which itself is a sequel to this interactive story! I know it’s not great writing but it’s important for something I’m posting later 👀

“A.N.D.I. ANDI, can you hear me?”

OPERATOR VOICE DETECTED. Hello, Y/N.

“I need help, Minghao's bleeding and everyone is unconscious!”

Understood. One moment, please. Vicinity scan in progress... Scan complete. HEALTH STATUS REPORT:         Aster: critical condition         Sun: unconscious         Moon: unconscious         Ox: unconscious; medical assistance required ALERTING NEAREST PARAMEDICS.

“Wait! Don’t alert medics. I’ll take them to our safe house.”

That's a negative, Y/N. Although I haven't contacted paramedics, it is impossible for you to transport all three agents before local law enforcement arrives. I am contacting the Director now. ... The Director has been contacted. Proceed with ROSE PROTOCOL.

“What? No! I can still—”

This is highly undesirable for my programming as well, Y/N. However, the Director gave the order.

“Fine.”

Farewell, Y/N.

“Goodbye, ANDI. ...Initiate Rose Protocol.”

INITIATING ROSE PROTOCOL. Program erasure in progress... Mission erasure in progress... File erasure in progress... Full erasure complete. Rebooting in progress…

FULL SYSTEM REBOOT COMPLETE. active AI: Artificial Next-Decade Intelligence Please state your name.

“Agent Aster.”

New operator confirmed. Greetings, Agent Aster. I am A.N.D.I., your designated AI assistant. How may I help you?

“…Memory wipe my team. Skip over me for now.”

Affirmative. Vicinity scan in progress... Scan complete. MEMORY ERASURE INITIATED.         Aster: bypassed         Sun: 82% success         Moon: 97% success         Ox: failed to wipe I'm afraid Agent Ox is too injured for a safe memory wipe.

“Alright, try again later. Let’s just get him to safety.”

#seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen drabbles #svt drabbles #seventeen au #svt au #jkj fics #.txt

[myriadxofxmuses]

@indiestarter

For: Females (mutal/non)

Basic plot: Ethan is bored with his serial killer exstence and wants to reboot his system. Your muse has caught his eye, which isn't exactly good for you, but you may be able to change his mind. (Please read about for him. He is a TOXIC MUSE)

His weekends had begun to dull.  One party after the next, victim after victim. It was all the same mediocre bullshit over and over and over.  He needed a change and he needed it fast - although just what needed to change he wasn't sure, just that something had to.

He sighed into his drink as he leaned against the counter and let his eyes wander through the crowd trying to find that spark.  The sign that life was about to be good again. His bat signal in the sky. Ethan was searching for a sign that would never show.

Until....

The face in the crowd was new and unexpected.  She was a beautiful creature storlling through the blandness of the rest of the guests, sticking out like a sore thumb, a target on their back perfect for Ethan's fun and games.

He watched them until they made their way to the drink station, swooping in to play bartender. "Don't think I've seen you around before," he said pouring her a drink. "New here?" he asked testing the waters, handing it over to her and drinking from his own. "Promise its not laced," he added with a small wiggle of enticement for her to take it.

Not yet anyway

#open starter #open rp #open #open roleplay #killer rp #killer roleplay #serial killer rp #indie rp #starter #toxic rp #dark rp #dark open #[comfortably numb: ethan]