#who have fuck all to do with anything other branches of the company do

[esamastation]

Part fifty-eight of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: forty-seven forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-fix, fifty-seven

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The first day with Tseng as his babysitter begins easily enough. They have breakfast, they have tea, Tseng has impeccable manners, and even compliments the tea… There's no weird comments, no pointed looks, and when Sephiroth gets ready to train, Tseng says nothing, just follows him outside to watch.

And then he watches. He watches Sephiroth very closely. He watches every movement like he's looking for flaws. Sephiroth feels like he's being graded, like this is a test and every move he makes is being scored on a damn point scale!

Who could concentrate on cultivation like this?!

"Do you have to?" Sephiroth asks irritably.

"I am not doing anything," Tseng says mildly as if he's not just standing there, staring.

Giving him an unimpressed look, Sephiroth rests one hand on his hip. "Reno and Rude managed to observe without being in my face about it - can't you do the same?"

"If the result is the same, why does it matter which way I go about my observation?" Tseng asks. "I will still be observing, and you will still be aware of it."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't have to see your face doing it," Sephiroth says, annoyed. 

"Inability to handle public pressure seems an odd quality for someone so… famous."

The guy is actually trying to piss him off. Sephiroth realises this with a mixture of incredulity and awe. Tseng is actually trying to make him, Sephiroth, the Big Bad with one psychotic episode already behind him, lose his temper. Does the guy have no survival instincts, or is this some kind of test?

Probably a test. The Turks are far too practical for it to be the other thing. And that makes it a little less annoying and far more worrisome.

"What do you want, Tseng?" Sephiroth asks slowly. "Do you want me to lose control?"

Tseng blinks at him, his face like a fine-featured mask. "Are you going to?"

Annoying. "Keep this up and I might."

"Very well," Tseng says and fucking settles down to wait.

Sephiroth suppresses the urge to tap his foot at the man and instead takes a step back mentally. It's another manipulation tactic, and it's not even subtle. Tseng is doing some corporate middle manager psychology bullshit, establishing authority through perceived roles in the corporate ladder.

I'm the observer and the judge. You are on trial. Now perform for me.

Ugh, it gives him the worst kind of flashbacks for Shen Yuan's family life. Did not miss that part of it one bit! But now that he knows what's up…

Sephiroth smiles at Tseng - who of course doesn't so much as blink in return, but Sephiroth can sense how he goes on guard.

You want to play office politics, sir? You picked the wrong Peak Lord.

"Very well," Sephiroth says pleasantly. "Then you can help me with this."

That makes Tseng actually react. "I'm sorry?"

"Your job here isn't just to observe me, is it? It's also to get me back to my duties promptly, right?" Sephiroth says and smiles a little wider. "That will occur much faster with your help."

Tseng hesitates, clearly sensing the trap.

"Unless you want my report to eventually include a section explaining how I could've, surely, returned to work faster, if only I had the cooperation of my coworker."

Tseng's eyes are narrow. "We are not coworkers."

"We work for the same company, don't we? In different branches, perhaps, but still within the same corporate structure - within the same department, even. Ultimately, aren't our goals within Shinra the same?" Sephiroth purrs, putting all his smug villainy into it. "Surely we should be working together."

Now, Tseng could still decline. If this was your usual corporate politics, maybe he would've. But there's not much Tseng can actually gain in the attempt of putting Sephiroth down, seeing as they really are in very different fields within the company. So there's a different motive for his posturing. Question is, when given different avenues to pursue, which will tilt the scales? The original goal, whatever it was, or a new opportunity and all its potential gains?

What's the worth of an indebted Sephiroth to Tseng?

"Very well," Tseng finally says and steps forward, adjusting his gloves as he does. He's suspicious, more so than before, but there's a crack, an opening, in his hard outer shell. "What can I do for you?"

Sephiroth smiles a little wider. Seems like what his Da-ge used to say is true after all. Ultimately, all successful company men are opportunists. 

"Tell me, Tseng - do you use Materia?" Sephiroth asks.

"... I do, yes," Tseng says slowly. "Though I wouldn't call myself an expert, especially in the face of a SOLDIER."

Well, isn't that a surprise. Humility. "Do you have any you particularly favour?" Sephiroth asks interestedly.

Tseng hesitates, just looking at him for a moment. "I tend to carry at least a Sense and a Barrier with me."

Information and defence. "Fitting," Sephiroth hums, looking him up and down. "Using Materia, you have a pool of MP," he says. "Correct?"

"... Yes, obviously I do," Tseng agrees slowly, even more on edge now. "What of it?"

Sephiroth's eyes wander up his face - and to the red dot adorning the space between his brows. 

In PIDW many cultivators marked their upper dantian. Shen Qingqiu did too, when he felt like it, with a little red line. It was where Luo Binghe's Demon Seal rested too, marking his connection and curse from the heavens. What such markings mean tends to vary with the setting and what rules, traditions and myths were in play. But usually they mark someone as especially enlightened.

Why Tseng has a mark on his forehead, Sephiroth has no idea. He's pretty sure it wasn't ever fully explained or explored, like a lot of other things about Wutai. It's very clearly deliberately applied, and it means something. 

Sephiroth hums to himself, as the Turk braces himself for a battle he doesn't even know is already over.

"Tell me, Tseng," he says and smiles, "Do you know where the MP resides in your body?" 

-

Get Shizun'd, part two.

This was brought to you by fever and a good nap.

#Fanfiction #svsss #ff7 #sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #tseng of the turks

[dominophile]

💙🍃Branch Dating Headcanons🍃💙

Character: Branch

Warnings: small talk of abandonment issues, nothing major

Nsfw?: none

This is for a friend. The reason I ever actually got into Trolls was because she told me all about how hot Branch was.

I also very much want to headcanon this guy I have so many thoughts.

Note: My headcanons will always include my species headcanons too, which includes but isn't limited to different types of tails, claws, hair, etc.

Now for the man of the hour, Branch!

Branch is the perfect man

I mean kind of

From the first day you started dating, this man has been super protective of you

He doesn't want anything bad to happen to you, even if you're definitely safe already, this guy is taking zero chances

Probably at some point tried to keep you in his bunker for "precautionary reasons"

Look it's the thought that counts, he loves you

Now let's not forget the abandonment issues

He's got a genuine fear that people he loves will all leave him, one way or another

Reassure him you're not going anywhere, please, he needs it

You don't have to be with him 24/7 of course

He understands more than anyone the need to be alone or do your own thing, trust me

If you want to hang out with other Trolls, I doubt he would mind

He doesn't like groups much, but he might appreciate the sentiment of you inviting him regardless

Say "I love you"

You might just have to he the first to do so

He loves you so fucking much, but "What if that scares them away??"

Just tell him how much you love him every so often, it helps

On a similar note, communicate!

Communicate how you feel, and encourage him to do the same

Keeping secrets and emotions from him could easily come back to bite you

Even if you don't have bad intentions, he might assume you do

It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just assumes the worst sometimes

That said, he's not sure how to share his own emotions sometimes either

This guy has spent a long time avoiding every other living being and doesn't often understand the difference between talking to himself, and talking to you

Social cues too, don't assume he knows what you're feeling, because as much as he tries with you all his new friends, he still gets it wrong a lot

Work with him, you'll get there

Branch enjoys spending time with you, but he's wary about physical touch

Ever met someone who hates being touched but is also touched starved? That's Branch!

If he wants physical affection or something of the sort, he'll come to you

You can also ask him. He loves and cares about you and even if it's not his favorite, if it makes you happy he'll allow it

He will absolutely protectively wrap his tail around you though if you guys are sitting next to each other

Who cares if you're all alone? Feel safe damn it

You're the only person who can do that, he knows you won't hurt him

If you also dislike physical affection, you two can just vibe in each other's company

Branch overworks himself sometimes, and normally would fight through exhaustion, but if you're around, he wouldn't mind a quick nap

You'll watch his back won't you?

He wouldn't mind if you fell asleep with him too

All in all though, he's a good boyfriend

He's thoughtful

He's caring

He's protective

And he really really loves you so much

He thinks you make him a better person

Like he was incomplete before you came around

"Meeting you was like finding the last missing piece of a puzzle."

Man that's cheesy. But sweet.

Oh maybe that was just a set up to get you to do a puzzle with him

Eh still sweet

I also think he would appreciate if you made him coffee in the mornings sometimes

If you're a coffee person, have some too!

Tea person? Or anything else? He'll stock up on what you like once he realizes you like it

He sleeps in late sometimes though, if you're a morning person you're fending for yourself with drinks

Other Trolls are happy seeing you with him during the day also

Especially Poppy

"So happy to see you branching out!!"

Bunker Bucket List: Learn to love again

Check ✅

#trolls #fanfic #headcanon #writer #writers on tumblr #writing #trolls x reader #trolls branch #branch #dating headcanons #I took inspiration from both the movies and the series #reauests are open #writeblr #branch x reader

[misstycloud]

Not-so-serious ask but more offff how would stalker! Yan react to seeing reader singing very vulgar/sexual songs? They do the dance moves and say every.single.word. Absolutely no shame in them.

(Songs like: “slut me out”- NLE choppa) thank you for your time!💖

Oh, god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god!

The stalker covered their mouth with their hand to stop them from gasping out loud. They couldn’t have you hear them.

If you did, you’d notice them sitting in that tree you never liked right outside your window. It destroyed the view, you thought. Not that there was much to see anyway.

They had planned out their evening perfectly, go to your house, climb the tree as they’ve done so many times and snap a couple photos. Nothing more, nothing less.

Just a normal night for them, really. What they hadn’t expected was to see you through your living room window, singing a not-so censored song.

Inside your home, you repeated the lyrics of the song perfectly. You knew it like the back of your hand. “Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me.” while singing, your body seems to have a mind of its own, throwing your arms out and stepping to the beat.

With shaky hands, your stalker lifted the camera up and pressed the button, a click emenating from it. The way you swayed your hips, and the way you told them to rip your shirt off. Oh, they could just die at the spot!

“(Y/n)~” they groaned your name and placed their palm over their heart; feeling how it vigoursly slammed against his ribs.

“Spit in my face when you fuck me.”

“I could never do that to you, my dear!” the stalker cried, “you’re too good for me, but if you want you can spit on me.” they said even though you had no way of hearing them.

“Play with my gooch, while you suck me~”

“Yes, I’d love to!”

“Eat the dick like you was ugly”

“Ah, I’m so terribly ugly compared to you!” a shamefully red blush dusted they’d cheeks because of your vulgar words, though there were not directed at them.

“Why you being so weird to me?”

The watcher froze up in the tree, together with all the green leaves as company. “I-I’m sorry, it’s just that…I like you so, so much…!”

You continued the song, unknowing of the dark shadow looming right outside your window, who had perfect sight of you and every single thing you did. You kept going, but they themselves appeared to be stuck on that line.

“I can’t help it! I like-no- love you! I love you. So, so, so, so much, you have no idea!”

It was the truth, they really couldn’t love anything or anyone as much as you. You were their entire world. Nothing mattered compared to you. You were their sun, the thing that brought colour and light to their otherwise bleak world.

That’s why they acted in a way most would consider…odd.

The things they acted upon wasn’t exactly what the majority of couples did. Normal couples don’t jot down their partner’s whole schedule. Normal couples don’t follow each other around constantly, without any concern for the hour. Normal couples don’t collect every single piece that had touched their partner’s body in any sort of way.

And normal couples definitely don’t print out photos of the other to cover their entire wall.

But it was all in the sake of love! Nothing harmful about that, surely it is all alright. Who could deny a young citizen with their entire life ahead of them a chance of loving something else other than their phone.

The stalker’s heart continued to thump loudly in their chest, making their ears drum at the feeling. They had taken all the pictures they needed for tonight and settled to listen. You had now gotten to the end of the song.

“Slut me out!”

Thump

“Slut me out!”

Thump

“Slut!-“

They leaned forward to get a better view of you since you’d began moving back in your home, making it somewhat harder to see you clearly.

“Slut!-“

They didn’t hear the crack sounding under them.

“Slut!-“

It was too late, disaster was inevitable.

“Me!-“

After another cracking noise, they glanced down to discover the branch breaking under their weight.

“-out!”

‘Crack!’

You jumped at the sound and quickly ran to turn off the music. You approached the windows and looked outside, but there was not a single would out there.

Only a tree with a broken branch.

#obsessed #oc #short story #toxic #yandere #yandere oc #stalker #watcher #stalker yandere #singing #yandere stalker x reader #yandere stalker #violation of privacy #illegal #bad relationships #GN yandere #Crispy oc

[s0ftl3]

𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍

Warnings: slapping, begging, sub CEO! Ted, dom assistant! reader, exhibtionism? They fuck in a supply closet, brat! Ted.

People have always seemed to hold the opinion of you, that you’re domineering, someone who will take what they deserve. Which, is why it surprises everyone when you tell them your profession. You’re the assistant to an heir CEO, Ted Nivison, who, in your opinion, is spoiled, cocky, and overall needs to be put in his place, and you explain this to anyone who expresses confusion over your job status.

Your opinion of him never reigns more true now than ever. He’s sat at the bar of the venue, flirting with the bartender, when he should be talking with the branch leaders of his company. Sighing, you make your way over to your boss.” I apologize for interrupting you sir but, your peers would like to speak with their CEO.” 

He turns on his stool, a shit-eating grin makes its way onto the young CEO’s face. “Are you sure you're not just jealous angel? Not just upset I’m giving somebody else my attention?”  you scoff, he never learns, it seems. You would think after spending months of you working on this behavior of his, he’d no better than to speak to you this way. The bartender seems to notice she’s intruding on something and returns to her other customers.

You speak through gritted teeth, “I think you should go speak to your employees sir, now.” Though he can hear the frustration seeping through your voice, he wants to push your limits even further. He’s going to enjoy the outcome; he’s sure of it. 

“Now why would I do that, I’m clearly enjoying a drink, sweetheart.” He emphasizes his words by taking a sip from the glass of whiskey he had ordered a few moments ago. 

You’ve met your limit for tolerating his disrespect. You take the glass from his hand, slamming it onto the wooden bar, and grab Ted by his upper arm yanking him up. You swiftly make for the exit, after leaving enough money on the bar for his drink as well as a tip. 

You pull him into a vacant room just outside the banquet hall. After, ensuring the door was locked you turned to Ted, who had a look of disbelief on his face. “God, you’re so fucking infuriating,” you rant. His face quickly turns to one of disappointment. 

“I thought you brought me in here to fuck me, not yell at me-” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before, he’s cut off by a sharp sting across his cheek. He gawks at you; his face shows shock but, the front of his dress slacks show you he’s enjoying this. 

“Did you just fucking slap me?” He was still in shock but couldn’t deny that it turned him on beyond belief.

“I did, and I suggest if you want me to do anything else for you, you’ll start acting like a good boy and do what I tell you.” You say as you shove him up against the wall of what you now realize is a rather spacious supply closet. Then and there Ted felt a good chunk of his resolve leave him. He wants you to hit him again, but he’s not ready to completely hand himself over to you.

Regardless, he wants you to take care of the rather big problem you’ve caused for him, so he nods. That’s not good enough for you though, no, you want to hear him tell you that he wants you. You want to hear him tell you all the things he wants you to do to him. “I need words ted, want you to tell me how sorry you are.” your hand is hovering over where he needs it the most and he just wants you to stop teasing.

“Fuck, okay I'm sorry alright, I’ll be good I promise.” for not wanting to show you how desperate he is, he doesn’t do a good job of not letting it seep into his voice. You don’t like the attitude but you’ll take it given your time constraints. 

You undo the buckle of his belt, quickly discarding the offending item to the floor his pants pool at his thighs as well as his briefs. You begin to sink to your knees before a grabs your shoulder, holding you in place. You look up at him in confusion, as you wait for an explanation. “Can we skip that part, for now, I just,” he pauses, he’s not used to having to ask for what he wants, yes you’ve been teaching him his place beneath you, but he usually just takes what he's given. This time though, he doesn’t think he has it in him to last long enough through all the foreplay. That slap did a number on him.  

“I just need to be in you right now.” You smirk at that, it didn’t take long to break him down it seems. Though if you’re being fair he hasn’t been hard to break down like this for a while. 

“Oh you poor thing, well, you know how to ask for what you want don't you?” You pout up at him with faux sympathy. 

He does know how to ask but he never fails to be embarrassed about it, but if he wants any chance of cumming he has to say it. “Please, Mommy.” You smile bringing yourself up off your knees. 

“You’re such a good boy for me Teddy, just for mommy right baby?” you mentally thank yourself for wearing a short dress tonight, because the moment you called him a good boy, Ted was pushing you up against the nearest surface, pulling your panties off. Normally, you’d scold him for being so desperate and impatient but you’re keeping in mind he is essentially the host of this banquet, and sooner or later someone’s going to come looking for him. 

He can’t help the whine that rips its way out of his throat when his cock slides through your folds with little to no resistance because of how wet you are. Finally, he pushes his entire length inside of you, mind too cloudy to realize or truly care, all he can think about is how tight you are around him.

He already feels like he’s teetering on the edge, but he wants to make you feel good, he needs you to praise him. He needs you to tell him he’s your good boy; that no one else can make you feel as good as he does. He starts a slow pace, taking his time and pulling out until nothing but the tip remains inside you, then snapping his hips forward harshly. He keeps this pace for a few moments before it switches to a much more brutal one. Thrusts go from slow but harsh strokes to quick sharp ones. He feels so fucking good but he needs more. 

He needs you to hit him again.

“y/n, please.” He’s too overwhelmed with pleasure to get any more than that out, another whine finding itself replacing his words. You’re shocked you’re even able to comprehend what he’s saying to you, he’s fucking you so rough, and every breath of yours is accompanied by a high-pitched moan.

“Tell me what you want Teddy.” You’re clinging to his shoulders for dear life, as his thrusts show no sign of slowing down.

“Hit me, please.” as the plea leaves his lips he feels another sharp sting across the other cheek. He can’t help the way his vision goes white, and the way his hips still, as he coats your walls in thick cum. His grip on your waist gets impossibly tighter as his forehead comes to rest on your chest. The moan that leaves his mouth when he comes is most heavenly in your opinion.

It takes a moment for his mind to return to earth and when he does he’s embarrassed; he’s never cum so quickly in the months he’s been with you. Though to you, it was so fucking hot; he came from you slapping him, hard. You’re running your fingers through his hair telling him he was so good for you.

Eventually, you convince him to clothe himself,

so that you can return to the banquet, his guests are waiting after all. What his guests don’t know though is that whilst you’re fraternizing, their CEO’s cum is slowly dripping down your thigh.

#chuckle sandwich smut #ted nivison smut #chuckle sandwich #ted nivison #chuckle sammy #ted nivison x reader #x reader #afab reader

[writingonleaves]

remember thinking that i got this right - brady skjei

pairing: brady skjei x original female character

warnings: swearing, slight angst, fluff, not proofread

title: “lie to me” by 5 seconds of summer

word count: 2.4k

author’s note: lie to me is my most played song of all time, therefore, i decided to write this in two hours. it’s different than my usual. i think i’m happy with it. hope you all enjoy and lmk what you think!!

*****

Monet Shemer has got to be hallucinating.

There’s no way, as she’s drinking a Downeast, that Brady fucking Skjei is at the same East Village dive bar as her right now.

She blinks three times, even looks away, taking a hefty drink of her cider. But nope, it’s him. And it’s just her luck that he catches her eye this time. She seems him physically react, and before she knows it, she watches him excuse himself from the group he’s with and walk over to where she’s sitting. All Monet can do is watch him as he approaches, eyes scanning over his gray t-shirt, his salt and pepper hair and his eyes that, to her, have always held a distinct sparkle.

It’s been three years since she’s seen him this close in person. It feels like yesterday.

“Hi Moe,” he says, slipping into the seat next to her and placing his beer on the countertop.

“Hey.”

“Small world, huh?”

A bit too small, in Monet’s opinion. She laughs nervously. “Seems like it.”

“Are you here alone?”

She shakes her head, nodding to her two friends out on the dance floor, one of who is grinding against another girl right now. “Girl in the pink dress and black dress are my coworkers. You?”

“Remember Mike Reilly?” She looks over his shoulder and can’t help but grin at the familiar face, as well as a few others from their University of Minnesota days. “He’s getting married next week in Long Beach.”

“Good for him,” she says genuinely.

“Yeah,” Brady swallows. “It’s been awhile.”

“Three years.”

“Three years.” He repeats softly, and the look in his eyes has Monet taking another big sip of her cider. “Has it really been that long?”

“Yup.” Because what else can Monet really say? It’s been three years since she left this very city heartbroken, when a weekend trip watching Brady play at Madison Square Garden had turned into a teary-eyed breakup that had her crying on the whole flight back to Chicago. Three years since she’s been in a relationship that’s meant anything to her.

And fuck, it hurts so much more now, with him in front of her, because she knows that it didn’t affect him the same. They still have mutual friends back from college. She knew he started dating someone six months after they broke up.

(She also knows that they broke up over a year ago. But that doesn’t really mean anything.)

“How have you been?” Brady asks, and he asks it so earnestly that Monet can’t even get annoyed. “You work in New York now?”

She bites her lip at the underlying question in his voice. “Yeah. Same company as before. Just transferred offices and a different sector.”

“When?”

“When what?”

“When did you move out here?”

She hesitates. “A few months before COVID.”

She watches the realization settle on his face. He was still playing for the Rangers then. “And you didn’t reach out?”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t feel inclined to reach out to the person who broke my heart.”

His breath hitches and Monet is slightly satisfied. Good. He closes his eyes for a second. “You know that I didn’t mean to.”

“That doesn’t mean it hurt any less.”

“I guess not,” he breathes out. “I meant every word I said that night, Moe. I really am sorry that it turned out the way it did.”

Now Monet feels guilty at her sudden coldness, because it had been mutual and Brady had seemed distraught about it at the time. She smiles weakly. “How have you been? You like Raleigh?”

Brady shrugs. “I do. The guys are great. We’ve been making playoffs consistently. I can’t complain too much. Not as many options for coffee as here though.”

Monet snorts before she can stop herself. “You finally branched out of your go-to Starbucks?”

He laughs and Monet feels her heart breaking at the sound. “Busted. I’m trying to.”

“Uh huh. You know their cold brew is disgusting.”

“And the sugar-filled frappacinos you got were any better?” He smirks as she rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“You don’t get to be a coffee snob to me when all you like is beer.” She knows it’s a weak retort, considering she’s drinking a cider and the IPA in his hands is actually one of her favorites.

And he knows it too, as he snorts. He takes a sip without breaking eye contact, and it makes her stomach warm. Three fucking years later and he still has this effect on her. “You look beautiful,” he says softly.

She snorts. “I did come here straight from work, so that’s definetly not true. But thanks.”

“You always had the ability to make anything look stunning.”

Monet squeezes her eyes shut, because fucking hell, he can’t just say shit like that. “Brady.”

“I’m sorry,” at least he looks apologetic. “That was out of line.”

“It was,” she says. She feels suffocated. She needs to get out of here. Where are Carey and Emma?

To her luck, they suddenly appear right in front of her. Carey’s holding Emma up by the shoulders with a grimace. “Hey, I think I’m gonna take this one home.”

Monet can’t help but chuckle. “You need help?”

Carey waves her friend off. “Nah, I’ll make sure she gets in her apartment.” How nice it must be to live in the same building as one of your closest friends. Carey unsubtely eyes Brady, who’s looking at Emma in mild concern. Stupid Brady and his good manners. “Hi. I’m Carey.”

“Brady.”

Monet sees the flash of recognition come across Carey’s face. Carey’s never met Brady, but she knows enough. “You good to get back on your own, Moe?”

“Yeah.”

Carey looks between Monet and Brady. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” She appreciates her friend’s concern, but it’s not needed. Brady is a lot of things. Inconsiderate isn’t one of them.

Carey nods as Emma’s head lolls on her shoulder. “See you around, maybe?” She directs towards Brady.

“Hopefully,” Brady says with a smile. Monet tries not to read into that as she eyes her friends’ backs. “Is she gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. She just needs to sleep it off. She got dumped last week.”

“Ah,” Brady nods in understanding. “That’s never fun.”

She clears her throat. “You should get back to your friends.” Once upon a time, Monet may have even considered some of them their friends. But that was before.

He waves her off. “They’re fine without me.”

She traces the rim of her glass. “What do you want, Brady?”

He looks a bit hurt, though with a hint of understanding. “I-I thought I was seeing things earlier when I saw you. But then I realized it was really you and I just, I don’t know. I couldn’t not talk to you, you know?” His gaze drops to the bottle in his hands. “Do you hate me?”

Monet is taken aback by that. She didn’t think it was in Brady to get vulnerable in a random dive bar on a Friday night. When they were younger, it took a lot for Brady’s voice to reach this level of trembling.

But that’s just it. When they were younger.

“No,” she admits. “No, I don’t. I don’t think I ever could.”

“You should,” he whispers. “Sometimes I still do for pushing you away three years ago.”

“Then why did you never reach out?” She flashes back to those months after, endless nights donimated by tears, what-ifs flooding her brain and mornings where she wished she was still his.

“I don’t know,” he clasps his hands together, laying them on the table. “I almost did a couple of times. But I always stopped myself. I guess…I guess I convinced myself that since I was the one pushed you away that I couldn’t be the one to reach out first.”

“So it’s because you were too proud?” She sees him swallow and not respond. She sighs.

“I know, I know,” his shoulders deflate. “Why did you never reach out?”

“Because I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me.”

“You were wrong.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know that?”

Silence falls between them, the sounds of Bruce Springsteen echoing through the crowded bar. She watches him pick at his nails and has an urge to cover her hands with his so that he’ll stop.

“I miss you,” she blurts out. Brady lifts his head up to meet her gaze immediately. She forges on. “I wish I didn’t. I mean, three years, right? That’s kind of pathetic. But I do. Miss you, that is. Even as just a friend.” She laughs humorlessly. “I even tagged along with Emma last season to a game at MSG when the Rangers were playing the Canes. I never intended on reaching out, but I just wanted to see you play.”

“Moe.”

“I don’t expect you to feel the same,” she says firmly. Or as firmly as she can with a frog in her throat. “And I mean that. I’m me. And you’re you. I get it.”

“Don’t say that.”

She shrugs. “I’m not saying anything that-”

“I mean it,” Brady says fiercely, a fire in his eyes that used to only appear when he was really passionate about something. “Monet, you’re-you’re spectacular. You’re kind to everyone. You’re incredibly smart. You always put others before yourself. You’re the best person I’ve ever met. Still to this day.”

Now her eyes start watering. “That’s…uh, thank you. That’s really nice of you to say.”

He chuckles, shaking his head at her slightly with a fond look on his face. “You just proved my point.” The smile drops as he leans forward, serious expression on his face. “I miss you too. I still-I still think of you everytime I see lilies. Or when we play in Chicago, though I guess you’re here now. My grandma still asks about you and gets very dissapointed when I don’t have any updates outside of your Instagram. When I go back home, I always picture you sitting at the back porch with my mom talking about the books you’ve both been reading. I could go on.” He lets out a deep breath to center himself. “My point is, is that I don’t think I could ever love someone the way I loved you. And I tried. Fuck me, I tried. But no one ever came close.”

Somewhere deep down, Monet knew a confession like this was coming. He would’ve walked away from this conversation right at the start otherwise. Her heart hurts, realizing how much they still know about each other. She stares down at her hands, biting her lip as he tentatively puts one of his over hers. She doesn’t pull away.

“So now what?” Monet whispers. “We both miss each other. We…I’m here and you’re in Raleigh.”

He snorts. She wonders if he’s thinking the same thing — that one of the main factors that drove them apart was because she had been working in Chicago and he was in New York, where she is now. But he’s not here anymore.

“It’s not ideal,” he says.

“When has it ever been?” She shoots back.

“Remember when you came out to New York and the night before you were supposed to leave, I convinced you to change your flight so you could stay a few extra days?”

She blinks at the abrupt topic change. “Yeah. That was, like, one of the times I skipped class. You were a bad influence.”

“Maybe,” he shrugs with a light smile. “I remember the next morning, watching you sleep and thinking that I got this right. Somehow, I had the dream of playing hockey for a living and I had the perfect girl next to me. After we broke up, I didn’t know if I’d be able to have that again. But you’re here telling me that maybe there’s a chance. I’m not letting that go.”

Something about that and the way he says it makes her intertwine their hands as she gives his hand a squeeze.

“Brady, I don’t know if I can do it again,” she says. “I don’t know if I can put myself through all of that if the outcome could be…this. What the last three years were to me.”

“It’ll be different this time,” he says confidently. “We’re both older. A bit wiser. It’ll be different.”

“But you don’t know that.”

“Maybe,” he repeats. “But I’ve missed you. I love you. That has to count for something, right? Please let it count for something.”

Monet swallows. Love? Missing is fine, but love? That’s not something to just throw around.

(And the thing is, she knows that he knows that. He’s not throwing it around just to do so)

“Do you remember what you got me for our third anniversary?”

His eyebrows furrow. “Uh, the framed pressed flowers?”

Of course he remembers. Her lips quirk up. He had gone somewhere to press flowers from bouquets that he had gifted her in the past. It’s still the msot thoughtful present she’s ever received.

“Yeah.”

“What about them?”

“I still have it hung up in my living room.”

The confession has Brady’s eyes gleaming. “Let me take you out to dinner, please.” He pleads gently.

One second. Then two. And then: “Okay.”

“Okay?”

She nods, a smile threatening to spill out her lips. “Yeah. Okay. Are you around tomorrow night?”

“Yes,” he responds quickly.

She laughs at his eagerness. “You sure?”

“Yeah. Even if I had plans, it doesn’t matter now.”

“Brady.”

He shrugs with a light smirk. “What?”

She just rolls her eyes. She bites her lip, one more question burning through her mind. “And after?”

“Hm?”

“After. If it goes well.” The “if” is hilarious, because she and him both know it will. “I’m here and you’re going back to Minny for the off season, I assume. And then you’re back down in Raleigh.”

“We’ll work it out.” He says it so confidently that Monet can’t help but believe him.

Monet takes one last look at him. He stares at her so lovingly and rubs his thumb over hers.

(The next night, when she opens the door of her apartment with Brady, looking incredibly handsome in a white button-up with lillies in his hands, she lets herself go and kisses him.

He’s right. They’ll work it out.)

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[girasollake]

IMAGINE while the gang are out doing their bit and Eddie is still hiding out, the reader has to keep him company and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. She takes like board games and stuff to pass the time and hopefully make it a little less awkward. BASICALLY IDK HOW BUT THEY END UP FUCKING 😭😭😭😭

unexpected | e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x afab!fem!reader

type: smut

warnings: sex 18+, minors DNI, swear words, pullout method, cum on body?, pussy eating, hair pulling, neck holding?(not choking), guys idk what more..

summary: in the ask:]

a/n: i have been writing it for like two past hours, i am so terrified of watching the new episodes when i wake up cause rn its 1 am and i wanna go to sleep, if they kill eddie or steve im suing... anyway i hope you'll like this piece anon<3 (also i feel like i suck at writing smut)

word count: about 2k

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It was a windy afternoon. (Y/n) was sitting on her bed reading a stupid book her dad had made her read. Branches of a tree outside were softly hitting her bedroom window, the wind was making weird sounds. She turned over and tossed her book on the floor. With a sigh she got up and made her way downstairs. She didn’t want to interrupt her father who was working so she went to the kitchen. She was a bit tired from the morning events where she had to help her friends so she definitely needed a cup of coffee at that moment. While she was making the drink the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it dad!” She yelled, voice directed towards the office.

She opened the door and saw Robin, the rest of her friends sitting in a car parked in the street. Robin was grinning and fumbling with her hands.

“What is it this time?” (Y/n) threw her head back and sighed.

“I just have a tiny, really tiny, little favour to ask you.” Robin bit her lip. “Can you watch Eddie tonight and like keep him company? We have some really important stuff to do and we need someone to… you know… make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

(Y/n) massaged her temples with her fingers, eyes closed. An annoyed groan escaped her lips but after all she agreed.

“Just wait a minute, I’ll go grab some games and tell my dad that I’ll sleep at your place.”

Robin was patiently waiting in the car with the others when the door opened and slammed just as fast.

“Thank yo-“ Steve started saying.

“Shut up and drive Harrington before I change my mind.”

All she wanted was a peaceful evening, maybe a warm bath. All of the latest events were getting into her head and she needed something to take her mind off of them, that something certainly wasn’t Eddie. She didn’t know him at all except for the fact he was quite weird, at least that’s what she had gathered from the 30 minutes she had spent with him. Maybe getting to know him more wouldn’t be that bad?

She took her bag and swung it over her shoulder. She slammed the door of Steve’s car again and started walking towards the boathouse.

“We’ll be back in 5 hours!” Robin screamed through the unrolled window.

“WHAT!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN 5 HOURS?!” (Y/n) turned around, anger written on her face.

“Or more!” She waved her hand at the furious girl while Steve was driving away.

(Y/n) groaned and adjusted her bag. She knocked on the door and opened it slowly.

“Eddie? It’s (Y/n). I’m here to babysit you.” She whispered while entering the boathouse.

He was sitting with his back pressed to the wooden wall, gaze fixed on the lake.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” He muttered.

“I know, but the others would disagree.” She came closer and took a seat next to him. “I have some board games to pass the time.”

Eddie finally looked at her, she had looked the same in the morning but now her smile looked more authentic, there was softness in her eyes. He put his beer aside and shifted in his seat.

“Okay, show me what you’ve got.” He smirked and nodded towards her bag.

(Y/n) couldn’t deny, she started feeling a bit tense. It wasn’t because she was scared, it’s because she started noticing his best features. The fact that she was left with this man alone was also doing the job. She observed him while he was looking through her games. His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape, veiny hands caressing the boxes.

Were those rings there before?

“This one should be good, I played it once or twice.” He handed her the box. “You want to make a bet?” He added, his body softly leant towards her, enough for her to notice.

“Um, what kind of bet?” She tucked a strand of her behind her ear.

“If I win, you give me a kiss.”

“Pshh, hell no Munson.” She rolled her eyes.

“Come on, what do you have to lose?” He tilted his head.

Right, what do I have to lose?

“Yeah, ok, I’ll do it. But if I win, you will lent me some of your Metallica records when you get out of this shitty situation.”

“You like Metallica?”

“I like many things you wouldn’t think I like.” She winked. “So deal?”

“Deal.”

They shook hands and started playing the game. Two hours of constant mocking, bickering and swearing passed and now they were waiting for the moment of truth. Eddie shook the dice in his hands and threw it on the board.

“I WON! HOLY SHIT!” He screamed, his arms flying to the air. Then his eyes met (Y/n)’s. “You know what that means, (L/n)”

She gulped and felt her body going even more tense than before.  Just his presence was enough and now a kiss?

It’s just a kiss.

It’s just a kiss from a hot metalhead, you can do it.

She tried to reassure herself while Eddie sat next to her. His hand came up to hold her cheek and he slowly turned her head to face him. His cold rings were like ice to her heated face. Eddie leaned in and their lips collided in a soft, warm kiss. His hand went into her hair gripping it gently. The kiss was short, they pulled apart and (Y/n)’s eyes looked straight into his, she didn’t waste a second to connect their lips again. This time it was messier and harder, filled with passion. She sat up and then quickly swung one of her legs over Eddie so that she would sit on him.

“It was supposed to be one kiss.” He said while he tried to catch his breath.

“I can stop if you want to.” She whispered, her lips softly sucking on his neck.

“Fuck no.”

He switched their positions so that she would be underneath him. That place wasn’t the cleanest but neither of them cared at that moment. Eddie’s lips were attacking her jaw and neck where he left two small hickeys. (Y/n) cupped his face with her hands and made him look at her.

“Touch me Eddie.”

He lowered his head to kiss her again and just before they kissed he whispered the words “As you wish”. One of his hands lifted her shirt, his fingers caressing her delicate body. There was this feeling again, his cold rings against her warm skin were making her shiver. She moaned into the kiss, Eddie’s desire growing stronger. He took off her shirt and started kissing everything on his way, he then placed his hand on one of her breasts squeezing it lightly. He then took it out of the cup and started circling his tongue on her nipple, the other boob being massaged with his other hand. (Y/n) threw her head back, her body arching into his. He used her movement to his advantage, his hands sneaking onto her  back and quickly unclasping her bra. He threw it somewhere next to them and then took off his own shirt. They were both staring at each other, it was getting dark but the sunset was still present and it gave them all the light that was needed. He was in awe of her messed up hair, soft breaths coming from swollen lips and her breasts moving with each of those breaths. She was in awe of his softly sculpted body, tattoos adoring his skin and his face features which were so unique and well-matched. Her fingers started dancing on the tattoos, slowly tracing their outlines.

“You like them?” He asked her.

She nodded softly and smiled.

“I just didn’t expect you had so many.” She looked up at him. “They’re hot.”

“I know they are.” He gave her a smug smile and kissed her.

He grinded into her and groaned into the kiss. (Y/n) softly scratched his back and deepened the kiss at the same time. Eddie’s hand cupped her boob again, his finger gently flicking her nipple. Then she was the one grinding into him, pressing her hips into his more and more.

“Are you sure?” He whispered.

“Shut up and fuck me Munson.” She arched her back again and pulled him towards her.

Eddie didn’t waste a second to take off her jeans and panties, but before he did what he was asked to he wanted to do one more thing. He lowered his head and trailed kisses from her neck down to her thighs. His fingers slightly tickling her lower belly and hip bones. He placed a soft kiss on her clit earning a moan from her. He held her hips tightly and started flicking his tongue occasionally licking all over. She was shaking, hands gripping his hair, her orgasm approaching rather quickly but Eddie stopped right before it hit her.

“I want you to cum when I’m inside you.” He said and pressed their lips together.

He threw his pants and underwear to the side and lined himself up with her entrance. He lowered his body and connected their lips again. She felt his tip slide inside her, it was uncomfortable at first but when she felt all of him it was amazing. They both gasped at the feeling and Eddie started slowly moving his hips.

“Faster.” She managed to say between the moans.

Eddie did what she said, his body loudly slamming against hers. He changed the position and threw her legs onto his shoulders which sent (Y/n) over the edge. She came without a warning, her walls squeezing Eddie’s penis and enhancing his pleasure.

“Fuck Eddie, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” She screamed while digging her nails into his arms.

Eddie helped her through her orgasm and then pulled out. She whimpered at the loss of contact thinking he was also finished but she was so wrong. He held her up and turned her around so that she was on all fours and pressed her head down. He waited a couple seconds and then shoved himself inside of her, she screamed and desperately tried to hold onto something but with no luck. She closed her hands into fists and moaned with each of his thrusts.

“You like being fucked like that?” He asked and went even faster.

She didn’t answer him, her vision going blurry from the pleasure. Eddie noticed that and pulled her up by the hair.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes..uhm..fuck.”

She gasped at the new sensation of her hair being pulled, she had never felt so much pleasure during sex. She didn’t know how much more she could take but this feeling of him filling her up was the only important thing, she didn’t want to lose it. Eddie let go of her hair and placed his hand on her throat pulling her towards him. They were both on their knees, Eddie fucking her from behind, her whole body pressed into his. His other hand started massaging her sensitive spot on her pussy. Next thing she knew she was cumming again. She threw her head back onto his shoulder, his hot breath hitting her cheek. After her orgasm he helped her get on all fours again and pulled out quickly, she collapsed on the floor and felt something warm on her back. Eddie groaned and sighed.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Mhm..” She mumbled still trying to catch her breath.

Eddie stood up and dressed himself into his clothes scattered on the floor, he then took a towel which was a bit old and dirty and used it to wipe off the cum from (Y/n)’s back. He threw it somewhere under the table and helped her sit up. After helping her dress up he took a blanket Dustin had brought him and covered them both with it.

“Was I too rough?”

“No Eddie, you were perfect.” She kissed him on the cheek and then nuzzled her head into his chest.

Just before she fell asleep she thought of the plans she had had before she had come to spend time with him. Maybe she was wrong? Maybe Eddie was that something to take her mind off of things?

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[imtooscaredforthis]

So Two Murderers Walk Into A Room…

Chapter Four: Home Sweet Home

Mentions of: Homicidal Tendencies, Flirting, Ghostie being the narcissistic prick he is, etc.

A/N: My first update in a while…but dw, there’s more coming soon!

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @vandeaad @moonshineinasippycup @stwbwwychan @mama-miya

“So, every killer has a realm they stay in while waiting between trials. You can do that, or you can watch the survivors at the campfire.” Ghostface told you, as he led you through the woods.

“Campfire?” You repeated, seeming puzzled. “Like the Killers, the survivors have a place to stay between trials. A campfire, where they sit, socialize, and do…whatever. Us killers watching them are a reminder of their impending doom, and not to go too far, or else we can get them.”

“Have you caught anyone?” You asked him. He shrugged in response. “Occasionally. It only really happens with the dumb naive newbies.”

He pulled back a few branches, gesturing for you to walk past. “After you.” You smirked to yourself, rolling your eyes at him.

“I don’t get it, what’s the fun in-” You turned your head, looking at the various survivors in front of you, sitting around the campfire.

There were so many, so many that you could pick and choose from. Maybe you could even find a few favorites. You glanced around the campfire, studying their expressions and mannerism. Many looked afraid, others looked numb, and some even looked hopeful.

“You don’t see the fun in it? Don’t enjoy the exhilarating feeling of stalking your prey? Watching, waiting, plotting, getting that perfect moment where you can hunt them down and kill them.” His voice grew dark and sadistic, and he leaned over your shoulder and pressed his mask to your ear.

His body was pressing against you, and you shivered slightly at the idea. No, you liked it. You liked it a lot.

He moved his hands to your hips, snapping you out of your sadistic fantasy. While the thought of plotting and hunting turned you on, Ghostface did not. You slipped out of his grasp, pushing his hands away.

“So, are you going to show me around or what?”

–

“And here’s the Grave of Glendale. A spooky cowboy-themed ghost town, but it has a great sunset. I’ll have to show you more of the sights when you and I go on a date.” He said as he led you through the town, leading you into an old saloon.

“Woah, woah, woah. You and I are not going on a date. We are never going on a date. I just met you, and I don’t even like you. Not even as a friend.” You rejected him almost immediately.

“Never say never. And if you hate me that much, why are you still here? Why have you been letting me show you around?” He asked. “Well, I haven’t. You never really let me leave.”

“I haven’t let you? Or have you chosen not to? If you’re so strong and fearless, then why don’t you just walk away now? Why didn’t you walk away before?” Shit, he got you.

“I- uh- I-” You couldn’t come up with anything. “Like it or not, you appreciate my company. Humans are cruel and lonely creatures. They need attention and intimacy, and whether it’s as a friend or as something more, you need me. Or you’re going to, at least.”

“I’m pretty sure you need me more than I need you. You’re the one who got all territorial when that Trickster guy went to talk to me. And by the way, I’m not yours. I don’t belong to anyone.” You shot back.

“And yet you’re still standing here, talking to me. Trust me, sweetheart. This place fucks with your mind, and you’re in desperate need of guidance. So whether you like it or not, you need me, and you’re going to need me for a long, long, time.”

You hated how arrogant he sounded. You opened your mouth to speak up and tell him off, but just as you did, a throbbing pain came to your head, and that familiar pull was back.

“Looks like you’re getting called to another trial. Leaving so soon, huh? It’s a shame. Things were just getting good. Don’t worry, I’m sure we can continue when you get back.” He told you.

You gritted your teeth, feeling your eyes flutter, and the next thing you knew, everything was dark.

–

After a few trials, you were exhausted and satisfied with the hunt. Most had been a success, with only a few (if any) escaping. Once again, you were in that limbo between trials, but this time, you weren’t in the woods.

This time, you were in front of your old bakery. Of course, it was typically in town, but it was like a part of the corner where your bakery was torn off, with only a few strips of road and sidewalk around it remaining. The sky was painted a dusk color, a lamppost at the end of the corner giving you some light like it would on typical evenings at the bakery.

This must be your realm.

Letting out a long sigh, you entered the bakery. A familiar jingling of bells rang as the door shut behind you, and you turned to the light switch, flicking the lights on.

It was almost as if everything was normal. It looked just like your old bakery. The pastries, muffins, and donuts were all in the display case, right where you last left them, all your ingredients and supplies intact, and your ovens still worked too.

As you walked towards the edge of the bakery, you found another door..one you recognized. It was the door to your room. Due to the instability of your life, you lived in a lot of different places. This was by far your favorite.

The bed was big and comfortable, with multiple blankets on it, and a few pillows as well. There were also the rather big windows, which had a perfect view of the city…when you went to check the blinds for that view, you were disappointed to find that there was nothing but darkness outside the windows. The Entity must have limits when it comes to recreating these places.

You walked over to the bathroom, flicking on the light. You stared at your reflection, caressing your face softly. You were relieved that you still looked like yourself and not like one of those monsters. Well, you didn’t look like that on the outside, at least.

Unfortunately, your bathroom didn’t have a tub, but it did have a shower, which you desperately needed. You didn’t smell or anything, and you weren’t dirty, but it would be a nice way to relax.

You turned on the lever, started the water, and put your hand under it, waiting until the water got steaming hot. Then, you stripped your clothes off and stepped in.

After a long and relaxing shower, you toweled off and slipped your clothes back on. Unfortunately, you didn’t have anything else to wear…hopefully, The Entity will give you something new soon.

You climbed into bed, pulling the covers up high and snuggling against your pillows, falling into a deep sleep.

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[halstudandruz]

Best of Me ~ Part 5

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Time for celebrations

Part 1 here // Part 2 here // Part 3 here // Part 4 here

Warnings: Swearing, drinking/alcohol, cheating

Sydney and Emily both stared at you, smiles wide on their faces. Jay quickly exited the room after the two found you in a compromising position.

“So, um sorry you break it to you, but I actually already have dibs on the red dress.” You steered clear of the obvious question in the room.

You and your friends had spent almost 24/7 together throughout the next week. Sydney mentioned a couple days after Vanessa’s funeral that Jay and Kevin were stuck working on a case so it wasn’t often that you had to avoid the tension in the room. You were relieved to learn that your kiss wasn’t the reason he had made himself scarce. You had talked to Kyle a few times throughout the week, still pissed, and the constant questioning of when you would be home only increased your annoyance.

It was always the elephant in the room everyone had avoided. None of you wanted to address the inevitable. Soon you would all return home and life would have to go back to normal. No more living in the past. No more pretending like there wasn’t a life you had to go back to. A fiancé, a wedding to plan, an already planned future and you weren’t mentally ready to address the fact that every time you thought about it you had a feeling of dread.

“We should do something tonight.” Emily said through a mouthful of chips.

“We’re doing something now.” You gestured to the Cubs game on the television.

“No, I mean actually like go out.” Emily insisted.

“Why can’t you ever just be content?” You sighed.

“Because if I was content we wouldn’t ever have any fun together.” She stared pointedly at all of you who were perfectly fine watching a baseball game on a Friday night.

“She’s right.” Carson contributed from the side after a few minutes of silence. You all turned to face him, “We should go out tonight.”

“Really?” It was clear Emily was taken back by his agreement.

“As much as we don’t want to believe it, it seems like the world is going to keep turning. Which is a little hard to fathom since she was the focal point of my universe, but regardless of whether we steer clear of the topic or not you guys have to go back to your lives at some point. A week from now Jay and I will be the only ones left here again and who knows the next time we see each other. We haven’t all been together like this since the summer we,” he gestured to himself and Cody, “graduated, and even if it is the worst circumstance possible I don’t think we should take this time for granted. I fucking missed you guys, and there’s no reason we shouldn’t be making memories while we’re able to. She would kick our asses if we weren’t. Plus as long as there’s alcohol I’m good.” The room became silent as you all mulled over his words. Sydney clearing her throat a minute later,

“That’s actually not true.”

“What’s not true?” Carson’s brow furrowed.

“I didn’t want to say anything until the paperwork was finalized, but my company is opening a new branch in Chicago and they offered to transfer me to head it.” She was attempting to hold back a smile but broke whenever everyone erupted in congratulations, “Thanks, I wish it would’ve came sooner but I’m just happy to be coming home.”

“Not to steal your thunder Syd, but Em and I have been talking too. My company is going to be fully remote by the end of the year and,” he turned to Emily encouraging her to finish the thought.

“And I ran into Jay’s brother at the store yesterday. He said Chicago Med is looking for new pediatric nurses and said he’d put in a good word.” She smiled warmly. The excitement in the room was clear.

“Well we’re definitely going out now! How about Coyote’s? Omg [Y/N], this can be like part one of your bachelorette party!” Sydney basically hopped in excitement and you immediately wanted to protest. You had been to Coyote’s exactly one time before and it was full of drunks and loud music.

“Wait, does that mean we’re not invited?” Cody asked in a slight pout.

“We can’t get into trouble without our lead troublemaker.” Emily pulled him in for a kiss.

“We both know that’s you, babe.”

A few hours later you were huddled in Sydney’s bathroom getting ready against your will.

“Oh yay!” She smiled, putting the straightener down to open her phone, “They just wrapped up the case so Kevin is gonna meet us there.”

“What about Jay?” Emily asked putting her mascara back in the tube after inspecting her eyelashes.

“Let me ask.” She typed a response. You knew you were going to be disappointed if it was a no. Was it weird to have your ex at your bachelorette party? Yes, probably but you also wanted everyone there. If these were potentially the last memories you all made together you needed him to be there.

“He’s going to try, but his Sergeant asked him to finish the paperwork for the case so he’s not sure yet.” Your friend read Kevin’s response out loud before another chime came from her phone,

“Oh my fuck.” You watched her eyes widen, redness spreading down her neck.

“What? What’s wrong?” You searched her face anxiously before she turned her screen towards you and Emily. A selfie, Kevin must’ve sent her, displayed. He wore jeans, and a maroon shirt that was covered by a black bulletproof vest, Atwater/Intelligence stitched into one side and a Chicago Police badge on the other. He sported a cocky smirk.

Your mind involuntarily began to wonder if Jay owned a similar one. Suddenly you couldn’t get the image out of your mind, a twinge appearing between your legs at the mental thought.

“I’m so getting railed tonight.” Sydney began to reply, with what you were sure was a dirty text.

“Same!” Emily smiled high-fiving her, but Syd cringed.

“Yeah we can’t do that anymore.” She shivered, after realizing it was her brother that would be doing the railing.

“It’s my bachelorette party and you two are the ones getting it? That seems unfair.” You joked, curling a final piece of your hair.

“You could get it too.”

“My fiancé is not even close to the same state as me.”

“Yeah, yeah we’re not talking about Kyle. Listen, you can deny it and avoid the subject all you want, but we know what was happening in that room before we got there.” They didn’t ask about the bedroom situation a week prior and you didn’t offer it up either.

“Guys-“ You sighed, but Emily held her hands up in defense.

“You don’t have to answer or explain. We’re just saying you could get it.” She shrugged.

Just as you had left it years prior Coyote’s was still filled with intoxicated people dancing to loud, banging music. You had all quickly moved to an open booth. After about an hour Emily and Sydney succeeded in convincing their significant others to accompany them on the dance floor. You however stayed seated talking to Carson. Eyes flicking to the door every so often.

“Hey, let’s talk.” Carson said in almost a whisper.

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing for the last two hours?” You teased.

“Jay, told me about what happened.” He ignored your quip.

“Car, I’m sorry.” You immediately felt guilty.

“Why?” He looked at you confused.

“We had just gotten back from the funeral and everyone is grieving and it probably just looks like Jay and I didn’t even care and-“ His laugh cut you off.

“Stop being ridiculous. First of all, there is no correct way to grieve. I’ve learned this last week we’re,” he gestured to and your friends on the dance floor, “going to be judged no matter what. If people knew we were here tonight we’d be judged for trying to continue to life our lives. If we stayed at home we’d be judged for moping and taking too long to heal. It’s inevitable. Secondly,” he sighed, “I know I’ve never met Kyle, but what I do know is you and Ness knew each other inside out and if she didn’t think-“ You cut him off already knowing where this was heading.

“I know they don’t love Kyle, but I feel like they’re not giving him a fair shake. Everyone has this idea in their head that I shouldn’t be with anybody else except-“ and as if on cue Jay’s voice beside you interrupts.

“Those cups are looking a little empty.” He gestured to the glasses on the table. You didn’t miss the moment he realized what you were wearing, eyes hungrily trailing down your body where Vanessa’s red dress clung, and neither did Carson. Clearing his throat he tried to hold the smirk back,

“I need to piss. Be right back.” He slipped out of the booth leaving you alone with Jay for the first time since the kiss.

“Thanks for making it.” You smiled at him, genuinely attempting to water down the tension.

“Wouldn’t have missed it. You good?” Jay bumped his shoulder against yours, noticing your forlorn expression. He could always read you like a book.

“Yeah, sorry. Just a lot went down today.” You shook your head.

“Care to fill me in?”

“They’re doing it.” You were happy you truly were, but your heart still tinged with sadness.

“Who’s doing what?” His eyebrow raised in confusion.

“They’re all coming back. They’re making it happen.” You explained, but it was clear by his expression he was still confused.

“You know what? Let me get us drinks first.” He offered sliding out of the booth, taking long strides towards the bar.

You had had a mix of emotions running through you since your conversation at Carson’s earlier in the day. You were thrilled for your friends. All of your once awaited hopes and dreams of coming back home, having weekly barbecues and pizza nights, and raising your kids together were happening, but you weren’t in the equation. You couldn’t be in the equation. Because you did have a life to go back to. One that you couldn’t just up and move. Your ring suddenly felt even heavier on your hand than it did the week prior. The night Jay implied it inhibited you of all opinions and you wanted it off, but a warm body sliding next to you brought you out of your thoughts.

“Bride to be, huh?” A young blonde kid who looked like he still lived in a frat spoke, gesturing to the sash Emily and Sydney insisted you wear.

“Looks like it.” You nodded nervously playing with the sash that hung around your torso.

“You know the best thing about bachelorette parties?” He slid closer to you, and your eyes went to Jay’s back hoping he could somehow feel your desperation to forego the drink and save you from the increasingly uncomfortable interaction.

“Enlighten me.” You answered unamusingly, attempting to put more space between you and the kid. As if you were connected telepathically Jay turned to meet your eyes. Squinting at the body beside you before a smile spread over his face moving slowly back towards you empty handed.

“The theme is always last night of freedom.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Tommy man, good to see you.” Jay clapped the blond’s shoulder causing him to jump.

“Dude come on you have the worst timing ever.” He huffed after looking up to see Jay standing above him.

“Awe, you know that’s not true. You love seeing me.” There was an obvious teasing tone in Jay’s voice.

“As much as a mouse loves to see a cat.” Tommy rolled his eyes.

“You don’t mean that.” Jay acted hurt.

“What do you want?” You could see the nervous expression in Tommy’s features.

“My fiancée deserves a dance.” Jay held his hand out to you, but you looked at it skeptically.

“Fiancée? Dude, nice!” Tommy held up a hand after letting his eyes roam down the length of you, Jay let out a loud laugh high-fiving him. Wanting nothing more than to be out of the kid’s presence you grabbed ahold of Jay’s still outstretched hand letting him lead you out onto the dance floor after he warned the young kid to stay out of trouble.

“You know we don’t actually have to dance. He’s bothering some other girl now.” You watched frat boy, Tommy, try to flirt with a younger brunette girl who seemed to be falling for it. Jay pulled you closer towards him, hands falling to your hips in an attempt to loosen you up.

“You think I’m going to let you go through your entire bachelorette party without dancing?”

“They put you up to this didn’t they?” You nodded to where your friends were dancing with Kevin and Cody, clearly much drunker than you.

“No, I have my own selfish reasons for bringing you out here.” With every minute your body temperature steadily increased. Your hands were resting against his biceps, unable to believe how solid he felt pressed against you now. Your mind couldn’t help but wander, thinking about how easy it would be for him to manhandle you. How easy it would be for him to throw you against a wall and do whatever he wanted to you. Thinking back to Kevin’s picture earlier and how you would gladly break the law if it meant Jay would arrest you wearing one of those vests. In an attempt to shut your mind up you changed the subject, “So, how do you know Tommy?”

“Met him while working on a case last year. He’s a good kid, he just got mixed in with some bad people.” Jay shrugged.

“You run into a lot of those?” You asked, but regretted it when Jay’s face fell.

“Unfortunately, it’s easy for kids to be manipulated, and there’s a lot of people in this world, a lot of people in Chicago, who are only concerned about their best interest. They don’t care who’s lives they mess up in the process.” He sighed.

“Good kid or not I appreciate you saving me from his roaming eyes.” You laughed, but Jay had an intensity in his gaze.

“Believe me when I say I liked his roaming eyes less than you did.” His jaw set with a look you had seen a million times in your years together, obvious jealously.

“You sayin I don’t deserve to be looked at?” A shiver ran down your spine when his own eyes traveled down the length of your body.

“Only by the right people.” His voice was gruff, breath tickling your ear. You were pressed up against him now, the other people dancing around you leaving you little room. Loud music urging you to lean closer in order to hear his words.

“How’d you get so good at this? You used to have zero rhythm.” Remembering how stiff and off rhythm he moved at prom. However, tonight his hips were quickly moving to the beat of the song, gripping your waist to ensure you kept in time with him.

“I’ve been in a lot of clubs while undercover. You learn to adapt.” Your body was on fire, swallowing a moan when he discreetly pressed his thigh harder between your legs, a clear hardness in his jeans now pressing against your hip. “I knew you’d look good in this.” He smirked, appreciating the red dress, recognizing it from earlier in the week, hands moving down your torso to the outside of your thighs, fingers digging in.

“Jay.” You warned, but it came out as a whimper instead, hips involuntarily pressing down hard against his thigh, you had zero doubt that if he had slipped a hand between your legs right now he would find a puddle. You were a stubborn person, calm and laidback, strong in many ways, but if there was anything you had discovered in your younger days it was that you had one weakness, and as you stood in the middle of the dance floor, unashamedly grinding against him, the glitter from your Bride to be sash covering the front of his shirt you learned that you would never be able to overcome the weakness that is Jay Halstead. He was your Achilles heel, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“[Y/N].” A needy groan escaped his lips. If you weren’t already positive he was enjoying this before you had no qualms now, bulge evident against the denim. A knot was embarrassingly beginning to form in the pit of your stomach when a tap against your shoulder startled you into reality. Taking a step back from Jay, Carson looked between you two intently. You couldn’t decipher the look between accusing or approving. Maybe a little bit of both.

“The bartender cut off Thing 1 and Thing 2,” he gestured to where Emily and Sydney stood loudly laughing, “and everyone is hungry. Wanna wrap this night up the old fashion way?”

You and your friends had a lot of traditions over the years. Labor Day barbques at Emily’s camp, birthday celebrations, secret Santa at Christmas, but none were more prominent than your drunken pizza parties. Every single drunken escapade ended with everyone in Vanessa’s basement eating pizza and watching Forrest Gump. Why Forrrest Gump? You had no idea. Nobody could remember why that became the go to move, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t very often that the movie played the whole way through. More times than not people ended up passed out throughout various places in the basement, having just puked up the pizza they ate, but you were together and that’s the only thing that mattered to each of you.

“Yeah, sure we can go back to my place. Everyone good with rides?” As they discussed DDs you slipped your way over to Kevin and Sydney.

“Hey, let’s roll. We’re going back to Jay’s.” You urged, refusing to get stuck in a vehicle with Jay at the moment, knowing Kevin hadn’t had more than one drink.

“Do you live in a fucking igloo?” You complained to Jay who was seated between you and Carson on the couch an hour later. Further pulling the blanket you had stolen from the back up to your chest. Sydney had changed into an outfit Kevin provided from the trunk of his car and Emily had stopped at her house to change after picking up the pizza. So, you were the only one still dressed in a skimpy dress, sufficiently freezing to death as Jay apparently kept his home at below zero temperatures. You hadn’t realized how tightly you were pressed up against him, seeking out any heat his body had to offer, until you felt his chuckle against your cheek. Pushing up off the couch to go down a hallway.

Seconds later Jay returned with a sweatshirt in his grip, handing it to you.

“Thank you.” You smiled, moving to the bathroom to rid your body of the tight dress pulling the warm hoodie on, basking in the overwhelming scent of Jay. The hem of the sweatshirt ended mid thigh, courtesy of your height difference.

“I think Stephanie still has a grudge.” You heard Carson chuckle as you made your way back to the corner of the couch beside Jay, throwing the blanket back over you and picking your plate up from the coffee table. Wordlessly Jay took a piece of crust off his own plate laying it on yours. Unable to contain the smile and warmth of the familiarity happening around you, you sunk further into the couch picking the scrap up to eat it, enjoying the chaos and jokes quietly. The lights were off and the movie was playing in the background, but conversations and memories were being exchanged. It was without a doubt the only way you would’ve ever wanted your bachelorette party to end. Which was probably a sign in itself.

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The Talk

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Alix and Sarita talk.

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CWs: BBU, pet whump, derogatory language about sex workers, discrimination against Romantics, past betrayal, fear of abandonment, use of Christianity for discrimination, victim-blaming, brief mention of death, mentions of rape/non-con

"You can sit down while we talk, if you like," offers Alix.

"No."

"Okay. The first thing you should know is that you're free to choose your own name here, if Sarita is the name your owner gave you. Or even if it's not. It's a perfectly good name, though, if you don't want to."

Sarita stiffens. Her back hurts from the tension. How dare she.

"How fucking– I am not changing my name, fuck off. It's my name, I chose it, and I've already had one safehouse try and change it because I'd be forgiven quicker if I had a nice Christian name and not one a dumb slut would have. Fuck off. This name means something to me and I am not changing it. Don't make me."

The last part almost comes out as a plea and she hates that. Hates that she feels like she has to beg to use a name she chose for herself in memory of her dead friend. Because she's not begging ever again.

"I wouldn't make you." She looks at Sarita closely, too closely. "We're not all like Christians Against Pets."

"The fuck d'you know that's where I was?" Are they in contact? Is this a trap? What the fuck is going on?

"They were clearly Christian, and that group is very discriminatory towards Romantics. Also, they have a safehouse branch nearby. That's where O's from. It makes sense."

"Okay. Fine. I'll believe you for now."

Alix's mouth quirks. "Thank you."

"What are the conditions for living here then? Do I gotta– stay away from the other pets or pray or whatever?" Because she's not doing that again. Fuck that.

"No. I certainly don't think you're a bad person or anything else that other people have called you."

Sarita folds her arms. "That I'm a dumb pampered whore who joined up so I could get fucked all the time?"

"Please don't use that kind of language, Sarita."

She quirks an eyebrow. "Would you prefer me to say that I'm a lucky pet because I get to have sex all the time and not be hurt? Because I've heard that too. People only ever care about the sex."

"No," says Alix mildly, "I'd prefer you not to talk about yourself like that at all. Being raped multiple times doesn't make it okay, and it doesn't make you any of those things. Just like it doesn't define my other rescues. Maria wasn't lucky because she was 'only' a Romantic. And it's not just you you're affecting with that language."

Sarita stays quiet. She... hadn't thought of that. What did Maria think she meant? She's shit at meeting other pets, she always hurts them.

At least that means they won't try and get close and the inevitable betrayal won't hurt so much.

She doesn't fucking care though.

"Do you understand, Sarita?" She nods. "Good. Now that part's over with, can we talk about why you were so desperate to run that you stabbed me on the way?"

Sarita shrugs. "My last safehouse betrayed me. I won't let it happen again."

That's her warning. If anyone tries anything she's going, and she doesn't care how many people she has to hurt to do it.

"Well, I certainly won't do that. Which doesn't help, I know. But I do have something for you."

Alix reaches behind her and Sarita prepares to run, but she just holds out a folded pocket knife.

"Here. If it'll make you feel safer."

Sarita takes the weapon cautiously, expecting it to be taken back any second. It's got to be a taunt, a trick, a way of getting her taken on a deadly weapons charge maybe. But Alix just lets her take it.

It's dark blue and feels solid in her hand. She feels a little safer, now. Although that isn't hard.

She swallows. She's not sure what she's feeling, but she knows what the response must be. "Thank you." She hesitates. "Do I gotta pay you back for it? I can... I can fuck well. If you want."

She wouldn't offer. She hates it. But she really does want to keep this knife. And she can always run afterwards, it'll be easier then anyway when Alix is all worn out and sated. Maybe it's the price she has to pay. Better to find out now than be raped later.

"After all that I said, do you think I would?"

Sarita shrugs. "People are hypocrites."

"Maybe I am sometimes. But not when it comes to this. I'm not going to make you pay, in money or blood or sex or anything. This is a gift."

Sarita turns the knife over in her hands, folding out the attachments. This is a Swiss army knife, not just any pocket knife. That knife attachment is definitely longer than normal. And sharp. She's never gotten a gift that's just a gift before. She's not convinced it's not a trap. She'll have to be wary.

She looks up at Alix cautiously, studying her seemingly-open face.

"Oscar and I figured that if you run, you'll need more to survive than just a knife."

Sarita flicks the knife attachment out and holds it in front of her, just in case it's still a trick.

"What are the rules here then? If you want to convince me to stay I need to know what the fuck I need to do if I was to."

She runs the words back through her head. Okay, maybe not the *best* sentence she's ever constructed.

"Well the most important ones are not to use derogatory language, and to respect boundaries and personal space. You don't go into other people's bedrooms unless they specifically allow you to, you stay out of the bathroom if there's others in there, ask before you touch people, that kind of thing. There's a rota for chores, let me know if there's anything on it you can't do for any reason, physically or emotionally. I'll add you in a month if you decide to stay. And to be clear, since you seem to be exceptionally worried about this, you do not have to stay away from people, or common spaces. You can use the common areas whenever you like, including the middle of the night if you want to. Getting yourself a midnight snack is perfectly fine. There's a few times you'll need to stay away from certain rooms, like if it's group therapy time and you don't want to join (Sarita makes a face. Why the fuck would she want that?). I think that's about it."

Alix's speech seems a bit perfect, like it's rehearsed. But anyway.

"What happens if I break the rules? You gonna send me back to WRU or stop food privileges or something?"

"Food isn't a privilege, and I'd never send anyone back or kick them out. We'd have to talk, figure out the reason for it. If you were clashing severely with another resident we'd have to work on a solution. If you decide to stay, I do expect you to work on following the rules, especially the first one. But I don't expect anyone to be perfect."

Sarita nods. "Why the fuck are you so good at speeches anyway? Have you been practicing?"

"Yes. I spent a long messing up before we all brainstormed this together. So, do you want to try staying here? You don't have to stick around if you don't like it."

"Fine. I'll try." She doesn't trust Alix, but there is a miniscule chance she's telling the truth. Maria and Adalia looked fed. And she was raped and assaulted enough on the streets, at least she can have it happen someplace warm.

Alix looks... relieved? What? "Thank you. I'll get you set up with a bedroom near the exit and find you some clothes."

"I should apologise to Maria," says Sarita guiltily, not acknowledging Alix because she doesn't know what to do with that offer. "You gonna stop me going in?"

"No, go right ahead." She steps aside and Sarita walks into the house. She can hear murmuring and that's probably where Maria is, right? She heads towards the sounds.

She peers around the doorway to see a group of people talking, Maria and Adalia included. Well. Okay then. She'd hoped to get Maria on her own but might as well get the nobody wanting her part over in one go.

She steps in front of the doorway and the talking stops abruptly. Yeah, they were definitely talking about her. She pulls herself up taller against the stares, which despite there only being three of them seem to contain every emotion.

"What do you want?" asks Adalia, glaring.

"I came to apologise to Maria," Sarita replies in the same tone. "Then I'll fuck off. Maria, I'm sorry. For threatening you and insulting you or whatever. And I actually mean it, Alix didn't tell me to say it."

"Thank you. I'm not... I understand, that it's hard to trust. It's okay."

Sarita nods curtly and leaves the room. If they want her to fuck off, she'll fuck off. She won't get to stay long if Adalia feels like that about her anyway, because Alix actually likes Adalia.

She doesn't know where her bedroom is. She doesn't know where anything is. But she can sure as fuck find out easily enough, she's not stupid. Alix will be in her room, and if not, she can find her and ask. If she's as welcoming as she pretends to be she'll show Sarita.

It's fine.

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WIP Wednesday - Fic Naming

So, this was supposed to be posted last Wednesday, but well, you guys saw the anon. Anyway, I know it's usually you give me a title and I make up a story to go with it, but I suck at thinking up cool titles, so I thought I'd do a reverse of that game. I'll describe my fics, and you guys send in a title that you think will fit it. Or you can just send words of encouragement if you're as stumped as me.

All of these are ones that have their first chapters finished or are close to being finished. I thought I'd maybe attempt to post a bunch after my birthday. I think I might be slightly less busy then? Though, i feel like I'm jinxing myself by saying that.

And before I forget, WARNING! Dark shit is listed below! Expand the post only if you're into that sort of thing!

Addams Family Values AU - Everything that happened in the Addams Family Values movie happened exactly the same way except that Debbie/Steve lives and it's set in the omegaverse. Argyle is Eddie's adoptive brother and is married to Jonathan. El and Will are Wednesday and Pugsley. The Party are a combination of Joel. While Hopper and Joyce are Lurch and Granny. Eddie is a bit worried that his relationship with his mate will go stale if Steve keeps up these passionate murder attempts, so Argyle helps him think of a way to get him to settle down, which is to get Steve pregnant.

Canon Real DnD - Basically, anything that Eddie makes happen in his campaign happens in real life. It takes place pre-s4 then moves on through s4, but instead of Vecna, Eddie is using his author stand-in as the main villain and in turn grows more powerful. He, of course, abuses this power to make Steve into a blushing virgin who wants Eddie to fuck him and at one point, Eddie proceeds to feminize Steve. I want Steve to get pregnant at some point because of the campaign, I think, but right now, it's just something that's in the planning stages of the later chapters.

Cyberpunk Bitching Drugs - This one is one of the fantasy prompts that I'm expanding on. The cyber network in it isn't science-based and instead runs on magitech (my favorite kind of tech). In this, Eddie runs a pharmaceutical company that produces drugs/potions to help with omega and alpha medical problems. Eddie tricks his intern Dustin into giving Steve something that is supposed to help with his worsening ruts but in reality bitches Steve then Eddie gets him pregnant. There's also some light brainwashing as Eddie uses subliminal messages to manipulate Steve into thinking that he needs help with his ruts in the first place. Going try to get this to go through Steve's pregnancy, so it won't be a one-shot like System Hacked was.

Dark God Cult AU - When he was a kid, Steve was kidnapped and brought up in a cult where he was to be with Eddie (the reincarnation of a dark forest god) before the cops found him and brought him back to this parents. Years later, Steve goes on a camping trip with a couple of friends near where the cult compound used to be and one by one those on the camping trip start being ritualistically murdered. While the murders are happening, Steve begins having visions of himself as a pregnant goddess who makes love with an eldritch abomination aka Eddie. Heavily inspired by the Blair Witch Project, though there are some other horror movies in the mix, too. This one will definitely have a murder husbands vibe by the end of it.

Lost Boys Mermaid AU - The movie Lost Boys, except with mermaids. Steve is brought with his parents when they go out of town for business then they promptly ignore him and go to do their work. As he's wandering around, Steve comes across a supposed metal band, Corroded Coffin, and their lead singer, Eddie, becomes particularly enthralled with Steve, so much so that he begins turning Steve into a mer and his mate. Though, it does branch off from the movie in that, unlike David, Eddie succeeds in making Steve his mermaid bride and bringing him into his murderous pod.

Mummy (1999) AU - Based on the movie The Mummy (obviously) and has Steve as a former archeologist, who tanked his career after returning scarred from the horrors he saw when he was drafted into the Great War (WWI) and now more focuses on drowning himself to forget while attempting to help boost Robin's, his adoptive sister's, career. Nicknamed "King Steve" by some of the bars he frequently visits. Eddie is a Medjai warrior, who let a French Foreign Legion soldier go, not expecting her to survive the harsh desert. Nancy defied his expectations, and now Eddie must fix his mistake before the mummy that his people have guarded for centuries is released. There's also a small soulmates au plotline buried in it between Eddie and Steve due to me working the events of the Mummy Returns into the plot.

Omega Transmigration - Loosely, and I mean LOOSELY based on the show Outlander (which I've never seen). Omega Steve gets sent back through time and space to a medieval world where magic is real and elves are rebelling against their human oppressors. After helping an Elven boy with his modern day medical techniques, due to him being an EMT, Steve is brought directly into the stronghold of the elves. The leader there, Wayne, doesn't believe that Steve's intentions were altruistic and wants to have Steve hanged as a spy regardless. Eddie steps in and claims Steve is his true mate. Steve then goes through a process that turns him into a beautiful Elven omega and directly ties his fate to that of the Elven clan's. This one probably won't be that dark and will more follow Steve's struggle to fit in with the clan along with the war with the humans itself.

Omega Rehab - Uses a Victorian Clockwork Punk setting where Steve's parents are traditionalists. After getting into a few fights with alpha and running out of etiquette schools, Steve's parents convince him to try one last place before they leave him alone for the rest of his life, which is the Munson Omega Rehabilitation Center. Steve goes, believing that it will be more of the same, but the Munson Center has a different, more "scientific" way of rehabilitating the omegas that are sent to them. Eddie, of course, personally takes charge of Steve's training to turn him into the perfect little omega, who will happily carry the pups of his alpha without complaint. This one includes Steve training with mechanical sex dolls like in HoLN.

Pet Succubus AU - Steve comes from a family of witches who used demons to power their way of life. The higher up demons finally caught onto their schemes and slaughtered most of the family. Eddie took Steve as a pet, transforming him to have a woman's body before training him by way of fucking machine to become a sex addict. Once Steve is trained, Eddie turns Steve into a succubus and shows off his pretty little pet every chance he gets, keeping the new demoness stuffed full and satisfied. There isn't a lot of plot to this one, just more of an excuse to write extended scenes of Steve being trained by a machine as Eddie watches.

Royal Hypnotism AU - Someone called me a sick fuck over the original prompt, so I decided to make this one worthy of the name-calling. Set in a futuristic magitech society, King Eddie comes across Steve's small village and falls for him. He secretly buys Steve from his family and takes him with him to the summit where he's meeting his friends and fellow kings to discuss what's going on in their kingdoms. In Gareth's kingdom, where they're meeting, there's been some small rebellions, but Gareth stopped them by kidnapping the leaders and putting them through a feminization facility/factory and hypnotizing them in order to rewrite their memories. He proposes to send Steve through with the next batch and turn him into Grant's sister. Eddie agrees, and Steve is turned into a princess.

Time Travel AU - Redoing this one slightly, but I'm going to put it on the list anyway. What's different from when I first posted the snippet is that Steve is going to be feminized due to the portal that sends him back to the 80's. One, to make it more understandable why Steve doesn't recognize himself before he goes to the past. Then two, so that Eddie can get him pregnant, because I like getting Steve pregnant. Plot is the same though, Dustin sends Steve back in time to be the big sibling he always wanted and Eddie seduces Steve so that he marries him and stays in the past as a woman to become his wife and the mother of his children. Eddie might go a little darker than simply seducing Steve, but we'll see how it goes as I get through more chapters of the story.

Upside Down Transformation - In this one, everything that happened in s4 happened, only difference is that Eddie survived and Vecna is perma dead. They all return to their normal lives when Eddie notices that he's slowly changing, getting taller and stronger. His dick is getting bigger and thicker, too. He notices, also, that Steve is changing, too, but doesn't realize that it's to a different extent. Steve is humiliated to find out that he's going through the opposite kind of transformation, becoming more feminized. He tries to isolate himself, but Eddie barges in on him and catches Steve masturbating with his new pussy. The two fuck. They're basically the equivalent of alphas and omegas because of their bat bites and are the only ones in the world. I kind of plan to make it just a porny one-shot, but then because it's set in canon, my brain wants the government to capture them and experiment on them. So, it'll probably be a series, maybe, if this one receives positive feedback once it's posted.

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So... I have watched "The Last Bogatyr"! Sorry, "The Last Knight/The Last Warrior/The Last Hero". The 2017 movie.

Due to the recent world events, I had to pause away from anything related to Russian folklore - but I still will dip my fingers into it from time to time.

If you do not know about this movie, "The Last Warrior" is a 2017 Russian movie part of the "fairytale fantasy" category, and... it is one of the rare movies produced by the Russian branch of the Disney Company (in collaboration with the Russian company "Yellow, Black and White"). The title is actually weirdly translated because the whole focus on the story is on the "bogatyr" - a type of semi-historical semi-legendary character of Russian culture who could be best compared to the Knights of the Round Table in the Arthurian world. They are not knights in the Western sense of the world, though they do fill their role in the traditional fairytales as the heroic military warriors that kill monster and save princesses ; and merely calling them "heroes" is a bit too vast for the very specific thing they are. Anyway...

The Last Bogatyr is a typical "portal fantasy" type of story. In modern-day Russia (there's a reference to the President, and this made me grit my teeth, because fuck Putin), lives Ivan, a famous star-magician, professional medium and dedicated scammer, who poses as "Svetozar, the wizard of light". But one day, after fleeing from the goons of a person he ended up pissing off, Ivan finds himself teleported in "Belogoria", the world of Russian fairytales.

There he is welcomed by Dobrynya Nikitich, and discovers he is not an orphan as he always believed but the son of Ilya Muromets, send to another world as a baby. (Dobrynya and Ilya are two of the most famous bogatyr of legends) However he is soon imprisoned by Dobrynya's sorcerous wife, the witch-queen Varvara, and discovers that almost all of the supernatural beings of Belogoria have been hunted down and persecuted by Varvara's crusade against all things "evil". This forced the once great villains of the land to become heroes against the tyrannical oppresor, and as such Ivan (because of course, as the main hero he has to be called Ivan) is forced to team up with Koschei the Deathless and Baba-Yaga to subvert Varvara's evil plans. Other folktales character that join the party include The Frog Princess/Vasilisa the Wise, and the Vodianoy ; and the purpose of their quest is to find the legendary "Kladenets sword" (magical sword).

This movie is... weird. Not weird in a "cult movie" type of way, no, no. This movie definitively is Russian and feels Russian, but at the same time it has Disney smeared all over it. As in: the plot and character types of this movie are all the cliches and stereotypes of Disney live-action fantasy movies. If you just take Ivan's character here - he is just a recycled version of the Wizard of Oz from Disney's "Oz The Great and Powerful". Once you understand you are in a "typical Disney movie", you can easily guess and expect what is going to happen. (Except for the very end, which has a real twist. It is the post-credit scene, if I recall well, and oh boy I did NOT see that coming, that was good) So yes, if you are used to Disney movies, in the likes of Tangled or Pirates of the Caribbean or the like, you'll know exactly where this movie is going.

Despite being very generic in terms of plot and character handling, being a very Disneyified product, this movie has the great interest of showing how Disney would handle the Russian fairytales. It is not everyday you can say "I watched the Disney version of Baba-Yaga" or "I watched Disney's take on Vasilisa the Wise". Plus the movie does look pretty, I will not lie. On the other side, this is definitively a movie for kids and all audiences. It is a semi-humoristic movie, a fantasy-comedy mostly filled with jokes (but one that won't make you "laugh out loud", and not one I would call the funniest movie). There is no gore, no brutal violence, no adult jokes. The "softening" or "Disneyification" is especially seen by the handling of Koschei and Baba-Yaga, who lose the darkness, the horror and the morbid typically associated with them and become comical side-characters, fitting more your typical Disney cast of anti-heroes and funny sidekicks... But don't get me wrong, it does not mean they are done wrong. In fact, Baba-Yaga, Vasilisa, Koschei are without a doubt the BEST parts of his movie.

Because Ivan, the protagonist, is one of the most insufferable characters I have ever met. He is a bad man (morally speaking) as much as a bad character (writing speaking). He is a jerk that has nothing pleasant to him, his moments of "goodness", "kindness" and "heroism" are SO artifical and SO forced it feels out-of-character for him. I understand he is supposed to embody the archetype of "Ivan the Fool", and they do relie in some scenes on the fact he is indeed not a hero but a cowardly, idiotic jerk... But then in other scenes he suddenly becomes this great hero hidden underneath and this kind man that just looks like a pathetic idiot and... yeah I hate this character. If the movie had been all about Koschei and Baba-Yaga and Vasilisa as their own team, it would have been such a better and great movie. The villains are good, the side-characters are good - it is just the main protagonist that is... bleh.

I know that the movie was popular enough to get not one but TWO sequels. I might watch them one day - I heard they are better. As for this movie... What I'd say is that it is not an excellent movie, nor a bad one - depending on your own taste and preferences, it ranges from a "good but not great" movie to a "neutral/middle-ground/meh" movie. It is not groundbreaking or inventive, but it is pretty, and honestly, the real interest of watching this movie is to see how Disney handles Russian folktales. This is the reason I watched this movie, and the main if not only reason I would advise people to go check it out - it is the improbable and bizarre crossover of Russian media and Disney movies, it is a Russian Disney fairytale movie, uniting the beloved folklore of the Soviet world and the traditional movie-making of American culture, and as such it is a very... weird piece that one must at least know about.

(And the character of Varvara is SUCH a good character. I love how she is presented, the visuals, how she plays out in the plot. I don't know if she is inspired by any specific folktale character - from what I have seen around she was invented for the movie and while fitting the fairytale world is not meant to represent a specific folk-character? But that's a very cool character)

#movie reviews #the last bogatyr #the last warrior #fairytale movies #disney fairy tales #disney movies #russian fairytales #russian disney

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Ch. 3: The Murder Family

Warning: Curseing & Mentions of Sex.

Third POV-

a new day and new arrivals. Taking place in the I.M.P building, inside the main a The knocked on the door is heard as a voice came from the others

"Ah.. Here she is now!! Our lovely..Yn!" The voice seemed sweet as anOverlord opened the door and walked in.

"Blitz. It's ready.." Yn sat on the desk on Blitzo as she showed him an iPad.

"What the hell is that?" A taller imp asked, she seemed to be a sinner.

Yn looked up at the imp, "Who the hell is this?" She asked. The sinner's face turn red a bit rather from anger or... lust?

"Ah.. Yn. this is our latest client, Mrs. Mayberry.." Blitzo gestured to Mrs. Mayberry with a sly smile, "And this is Yn...she's...special to the I.M.P company. She's the top boss of this company and everything that has ever happened to a creature of Hell!" Blitzo stood up, smiled, hugging Yn and pulling her into his lap.

"Ah. It is nice to meet you, Mrs. Mayberry.." Yn muttered out, even through she is tired she haves a look that can easily be mistaken as a tease expression, this made Mrs. Mayberry tensed up for some reason, "It's nice to meet you too." She avoided eye contact as she grumbled annoyed. Blitzo smiled and nuzzled his face into Yn's neck.

"Now...Show me the fucking video so we could fucking kill some bitch!" Blitzo's face raised up, showing quite the evil smirk.

"Yes Sir.." Yn leaned on Blitzo as she lifted up the iPad so that both could see.

Play Video-

"I was a good person, before it all went down. I was good my entire life." Mrs. Mayberry begins to tell us her story.

A shot of a red school house. Birds fly in the background. 'Learning is fun' is written on the side of the building. There are trees and a playground. A bell on the roof rings. Mrs. Mayberry opens the classroom curtains, revealing two birds singing on a tree branch. Inside the classroom, Mrs. Mayberry writes 'Good morning!' on the blackboard.

"Good morning!" Mrs. Mayberry twirls around and catches her piece of chalk, "I hope you all did your homework!" She smiled brightly.

Several smiling students nod in a dance at their desks. A brown-haired boy wearing a dunce cap spins on a stool and faces the wall. Music starts playing randomly.

Play Song:

The class sings 'la la la' while Mrs. Mayberry faces the board. She drags her piece of chalk in a line on the board, the piece almost gone. Her face is beaded with sweat and her eye twitches.

Mrs. Mayberry faces the class, "Oh my stars! Stop singing, children! Hush up, now!" She snaps politely.

The class falls silent.

"I forgot it's my husband's birthday! I didn't get him anything special!" She seemed stressed as a little girl came up to her, she wore a Pink dress so let's call her Pinkie.

"Maybe if we call him, we could do a happy birthday surprise!" Pinkie smiled happily, holding her teacher's hand.

An unused condom hits the screen and accepts the video call as Mrs. Mayberry's face appears from the other, while the sound of a squeaking bed is heard. Back in the classroom, her face turns red in anger and then shock as she stares in bewilderment. The children stand behind her with concerned, fearful looks. Her face blank and in shadow, Mrs. Mayberry stands up and walks away.

"Wait! Mrs. Mayberry!" Pinkie grabs hold of Mrs. Mayberry's arm, "Remember what you taught us? Think before you act..."

Mrs. Mayberry grabs hold of the girl's neck and tosses her through the roof. She walks out the door.

The children scurry to the window to see Mrs. Mayberry drive through a white picket fence in her green car. The children head back to the computer to watch.

Jarold could be heard offscreen, "Okay..." He notices Mrs. Mayberry, "Oh, sh*t! Sweetie, what are you doing here?" He questioned, shocked.

"Shut Up, Jarold!" Mrs. Mayberry yelled. A woman's screams as gunshots rang out.

"You scream like a b*tch!" Mrs. Mayberry yelled still. Dunce boy cowers in his seat as the sound of a chainsaw is heard. Blood splatters against the computer screen as the children stare in horror.

"Oh. My God...What have you done...? Sh...She had a family?!" Jarod yelled offscreen.

Mrs. Mayberry sobbed, "We could have had a family!" She cried offscreen. Gunshots are heard and several children look away in disgust. Mrs. Mayberry wipes away the blood from the screen. She looks frazzled at her students.

"Oh, dear God. What have I done..? In front of you all!" Mrs. Mayberry sobbed, "I'm so sorry, my children! Don't forget to work on your times tables!" She cried.

Another gunshot is heard and the children faint on the floor one by one.

Blitzo and Yn stared at each other before looking at Mrs. Mayberry. Blitzo still held Yn close.

"After one measly massacre propelled by blind rage...So, that's why I'm here..." She crossed her arms, throwing a cigarette in a trashcan.

"To what, Mrs. Mayberry?" Yn questioned, hearing a ding, as she pulled out her phone, staring at it.

Mrs. Mayberry gritted her teeth, "To get my f**king revenge!" She growled.

"Feisty." Blitzo muttered for Yn, only to hear as the one laughed, "But uh. was she hotter?" Blitzo questioned. Mrs. Mayberry glares at Blitzo with an incredulous look on her face.

"I'm just saying, I had a hard time understanding the unprompted melodrama you just spat at me, t*ts." Blitzo said. Mrs. Mayberry seethes in anger, her aura glowing red. Yn stares up at her with a small sigh.

"Anywayyyy, I don't think you quite understand how we're operating down here" Blitzo looked at her and Mrs. Mayberry glares at him, "See, we take revenge out on the living, and it sounds like the core cast of your sitcom of death.." He smirked. Mrs. Mayberry clenches her fist. Her red aura glows again.

"frankly are all probably down here in Hell with you..." Yn watched the blank screen of her phone.

"Boop!" Blitzo boops her on the nose. Mrs. Mayberry clenches her claws, "Not... all of them... That whore survived..." She hissed, "Now, they all call her a hero.."

On Earth-

The camera zooms up to a hospital bed with a bandaged blonde woman recovering. The room is filled with colorful bouquets of flowers. The woman's children and husband are by her bedside.

"How does it feel to have survived such a crazy bitch?" A female reporter questioned.

"I just hope that sick woman finally found peace.." She gave a 'sweet' smile.

"'You are so brave! Here's two million dollars!" The reporter smiled happily as she handed the check to her, a golden check. The woman smiled gratefully, "Ohhh! Thank you!" She seemed fake.

Cameras flash as Martha smiles at her husband. Martha stands with her husband Ralphie and their two children in front of a house by a lake, surrounded by a picket fence.

"Between the talk shows and the donation bullshit, she made so much goddamn cash... getting shot was the best thing to happen to her!"

Scene cuts to Martha standing at a podium with 'VNN' on it. A news reporter holds out a microphone among several other microphones.

"You're a hero!" A reporter smiled.

Martha is then seen jogging with a dark-skinned woman with blonde hair.

"You're a hero, girl" A jogger said running by.

In a grocery store, a boy wearing a beaver-skin cap talks with a cashier named Brook.

"My mama's a hero!" Martha's son smiled happily.

"She is a hero!" Brook smiled.

Ralphie and Martha have sex in a bedroom and he grunts in pleasure.

"You're a hero!" Her husband grunts.

An old priest is seen with his hands folded in prayer by church doors. Martha stands next to him with her hands folded.

"You're a herooo!" The Priest prayed.

Martha is then seen standing at the front of Mrs. Mayberry's old classroom. Another teacher introduces Martha to the class. 'How to deal with trauma 101' is written on the board.

"'You're a hero!" The class smiled and cheered.

Martha smiles as she is given anal sex from another man.

"You're a hero!" The man grunts.

Back in Hell-

Mrs. Mayberry's purple fists create cracks on Blitzo's desk as she smashes down on it.

"SHE IS NOT A HERO00000!" Mrs. Mayberry shouts, her voice echoing. She leans in close to Blitzo's face, her face red with anger.

Blitzo held Yn, terrified while Yn seemingly surprised by the outburst, "Mm-hmm. Yeah! Okay, yeah, my thoughts exactly.." He cuddled Yn close.

Blitzo rapidly presses a red button from underneath his desk. A red light flashes by a label reading 'Deranged client.' The other labels read 'More coffee, 'Soiled my pants,' 'Horny client, 'Horny Blitzo,' 'Client giving birth, 'Ghost,' 'Lovely,' and 'Stolas.'

Outside the office Moxxie, who is holding a black and red crossbow in his hands. In front of him is a picture of a smiling family: a father, a mother, a baby and two children. His arms are shaking as the pointer hovers around the man's crotch area.

"Moxxie, stop shakin'! You're gonna shoot our only hellhound!" Millie, Moxxie's Wife, pointed to their hellhound, Loona.

Loona lies on a gray couch and holds up the family picture in one hand and her phone in the other. On the wall are drawings of Blitzo in a horse shape and a drawing of Robo Fizz with an arrow sticking out from it.

"Wow. I feel soooo loved here..." Loona said sarcastically, scrolling on her phone and eating a snack provided to her.

"Just take a deep breath..." Millie inhales, "and let it out!" She smiled.

"But... It's a family! Under what circumstances would we ever need to kill a human family?" Moxxie sighed softly, looking at his wife.

"I mean, if that's what the client wants.." Millie shrugged.

"Maybe like a shitty dad, or a mob family.." Moxxie suddenly starts speaking with a stereotypical Italian accent, "That's understandable." He goes back to speaking normally, "But to eradicate an entire innocent, seemingly, in this instance, upper middle class family bloodline?" He sighed softly.

Loona looks at the picture as she thinks for a moment.

"Hey! You don't know they're innocent!" She points to the boy, "This kid probably sets dogs on fire..." She points to the girl, "maybe this girl gets off to bullying Australian kids online..." Loona points to the father, " and this guy... This guy definitely watches..." Loona sneered.

"Exactly! Humans are full of secret nasties... It's why so many of them end up here!!" Millie pointed out.

"But..." Moxxie was interrupted by Millie.

"Guilty and innocent aren't our business, Mox." She cups Moxxie's cheeks as she shakes them, "Killin' who were paid to is our business. Shoot the target..." She kissed him softly as she backed up.

Moxxie aims his crossbow.

"I just think it's a bit excessive, and we could be a bit more selective, is all..." Moxxie sighed as he got ready to fire the arrow.

Blitzo barges into the room followed by Mrs. Mayberry and Yn.

"Guys! I want you to meet..." Blitzo loudly shouted.

A startled Moxxie accidentally fires his arrow and it ricochets around the room. Millie jumps into Moxxie's arms as the arrow hits a computer. The arrow then flies and creates a hole in the family picture that a stunned Loona is holding. The arrow hits the bottom of a tank with eels and the tank starts to wobble dangerously. The arrow flies toward Yn, but Blitzo catches it with one hand.

"...Our newest client..." Blitzo gritted his teeth at Moxxie.

Moxxie quickly rushed up to Yn and apologized. Millie came up to Yn just to make sure she's okay.

"You alright, Sweetheart?" Millie asked sofi.

"Yea" Yn blinked, "I’m fine." She shrugged.

"Thank the fires below.." Millie sighed as she placed her hand over, wherever her heart was meant to be.

"Yn.. I'm so sorry!!" Moxxie apologized once again, "You sure you're okay, right?.. No scratch?" Moxxie looked around Yn.

"I'm fine, really." She assure Moxxie. The eel tank falls down. Glass and water spill on the floor. The eels fall out and burst into electricity, setting the room on fire.

"Damn it, Moxxie! I just bought those eels!" Blitzo yelled as he kept Yn away from the electrified waters.

Outside the building, imp firefighters carry the eels away and head into a red fire truck. Mrs. Mayberry drives off in a yellow taxi cab as Blitzo waves goodbye.

"Byyyyye! And, don't worry, we'll get that skank in less than twenty-four hours or your first kill is freee!" He smiled forcefully, as he held Yn close to him.

Blitzo waves as the car drives away.

"When did we start implementing that deal?" Moxxie asked.

Blitzo turns with a glare to Moxxie, "When you set fire to my office in front of a CLIENT, YOU FUCKIN' DICK SHIT!!" Blitzo yelled.

Blitzo grabs Moxie's face and pushes him away, "Now, someone PLEASE tell me that fancy book is still intact!" He looked at the four.

A nearby billboard with Blitzo's face on it reads with misspellings: 'Goat an asshole in the living worlds!? Come to I Am Pee!!??! Make sure you put this sign up on the rite side. Don't fuck this up. Also payment may take a couple of weeks because it cums in the mail. Speech to text- -Blitzo-'. Loona types on her phone.

"You mean... our only ticket to the other side?"

Loona pulls out the grimoire, "Yeah. Got it..." She handed it to Yn.

"Thank god... I can't even begin to think what Stolas would have asked me to do to repay.." Yn sighed in relief.

"And that's why you're one of my favorites, Loonie.." Blitzo used baby talk voice, "You get a tweat, now!" He smiled as he held up a dog biscuit to her.

"Ew. Stop." She pushed it away.

Blitzo throws the treat into the air and catches it with his tongue, like a frog. He pulls it into his mouth and chews.

"You're so gross!" Loona looks like she's gonna hurl.

Millie draws a pentagram with chalk on the wall. It glows red and creates a portal to the human world.

"Awwww, stop it..I got enough of that from my therapist!" Blitzo smiled happily.

Loona rolls her eyes and leaves. Blitzo puts his hand on Moxie's face, who struggles to walk to Millie.

"Now, let's go lick some ass!" Blitzo smirked, pulling Yn closer to him.

"The expression is 'kick some ass... Blitzo..." Millie snaps her fingers at Blitzo as she walks through the portal.

"Mine's better!" Blitzo smiled as he walked through the portal, holding Yn close.

"No It's not." Yn said.

Moxxie sighed, "Aww, fuuuck..." He followed.

Moxxie walks through the portal. All four imps stand in front of a small red house by the lake as the sun sets. Blitzo and Moxxie lean against the side of the house, rising from bushes. Blitzo stands up and peers into the window.

"That's gotta be her.." Blitzo chuckles darkly, "This is too easy. Moxxie, do you want this one?" He faced Moxxie.

Moxxie looks pleasantly surprised, "Me?" He questioned.

"Yeaaaah, this one's simple enough for you to handle!" He crossed his arms.

Moxxie stands up and peers through the window. His face falls as he looks at the family having dinner.

"It's just a happy mother who just got out of the hospital.." Yn stated, sitting on the ground near Millie.

Martha and Ralphie, Martha's husband, affectionately rub each other's noses. Martha holds a dinner platter in her hand. Moxxie hesitates at the window.

"You snooze, you lose, Mox!" Blitzo throws the gun at Yn who catches the shotgun with ease.

Martha's face is seen in a reflector, her doe eyes wide and blinking innocently.

"Aaaand I've got ya, bitch.." Yn's eyes narrow at Martha, her eyes light up with a sudden sparkle.

"Wait... Are we actually killing a family?!" Moxxie looks shocked at Blitzo.

"No, don't be a puss...We're just killing a mother." Blitzo smirked, leaning near Yn,

"'You've got this, Lovely!" He cheered. Yn positions her rifle.

Blitzo glanced at Moxxie, "And we're ruining a family!" He smiled evilly as the rifle clicked.

"But... Ho. Hold on, hold on! Let's just think about it." Moxxie seemed worried.

Moxxie lifts up Yn's gun as she fires. The bullet hits a glass mirror inside the house. All four family members gasp in fear.

"What was that, Ralphie?" Martha asked worriedly.

Ralphie shakes his head, "I dunno, Martha! But, whatever it is..." He grins evilly as he stands up holding a rifle in his hands, "they're gonna be tomorrow night's dinner!" He grinned evilly still.

Martha sets the platter on the table and pulls out another rifle. She drinks a glass of wine and smashes it onto the floor.

"Alright, kids! Guns out!" Martha yelled.

The boy pulls out a small gun from his beaver-skin hat. The girl pulls out another rifle. All of them have evil grins of sharp teeth.

"Looks like we got some rabbits to catch, young'uns!" Ralphie chuckles darkly.

The scene cuts back to Blitzo and Moxxie.

Blitzo was fuming in anger, "What the fuck was that, Moxxie?!" He yelled.

Moxxie wheezes anxiously, eye twitching. He lets out a croak with his snake-like tongue out. He then falls to his knees, hands over his face.

"I'm sorry. They just seemed so wholesome and happy." Tears fall from Moxxie's eyes as he takes more breaths, "I panicked!" He cried loudly.

Blitzo facepalms, "Oh, who the fuck is innocent, Moxxie?! From the moment of birth, you're already a parasite leeching off your momma's tits!" Blitzo leans in and pokes Moxxie's head, "Get the FUCK over yourself, you baby dick prune!" He yelled loudly.

A blast shoots through the wall and hits Blitzo in the arm, black blood flying out.

"AAAAH! A new hole!" "SCATTER!" Blitzo and Yn screamed.

Blitzo, Millie, and Yn flee the scene and Moxxie hides in the bushes. Another hole appears and part of the wall explodes. Ralphie and Martha grin and leap through the large hole with guns drawn. Yn jumps onto the roof and then from the roof she jumps into the trees. Moxxie peers out from the bushes and rapidly looks around. A child's hand grabs Moxxie by his tail and he yelps. Ralphie fires at Millie who flips backwards and dives into the lake.

"'Where'd you go, little critter?! Y'all can't hide long from me!" Ralphie questioned.

Millie is seen with her head above the water under the dock. A knife is in her mouth. Millie breaks through the dock and lands on it, with her knife and a grin. Ralphie swings a glass bottle and Millie runs behind him out of the way. Millie jumps up in the air, knife in both hands. Ralphie swings his bottle upwards, knocking Millie in the head. She cries out and falls to the ground. She struggles to stand, but collapses onto the dock. Her eyes twitch. Ralphie smiles evilly down at her as the cloudy sky spirals red.

Moxxie opens his eyes and gasps with a squeak to find himself tied to a stitched up dead body in a chair. Moxxie's face falls in fear as he looks at the girl and boy. Both their eyes are red and devious sharp grins form on their faces. Moxxie tries to defuse the situation.

"Oh! Well, hello there, little ones. Aren't you cute?" Moxxie smiled.

Both kids speak in low creepy tones, the boy finishing seconds after the girl, speaking instantly after Moxxie.

"It's nice to have a new critter to play with..." They smiled creepily.

Moxxie glances up in fear at a red light above him. The light reveals a human head high up and several limbs on plaques. The wooden walls are stained with red blood. Two plaques hold stitched up faces of skin. A larger plaque displays a dead man with long white hair, arms crossed, eyes and teeth bulging out. His upper chest is connected to the plaque. A picture frame made of bones reveals another face made of skin inside it. Human skin is tacked to the wall with 'Bless this mess' stitched onto it. Moxxie looks and sees a dead human body on a platter in front of him, an apple in the human's mouth. Organs are in a nearby bowl.

"Ohhhhh... crumbs..." He looked terrified. He suddenly hears a loud thud on the roof of the building followed by a low growl.

"Yn..."

four gunshots ring out in the woods. Blitzo dashes through a bush. Martha's evil laughter follows as Blitzo runs through the forest. She slides down a hill and catches her breath at the bottom.

"I know you're hurtin', little devil." Blitz takes deep breaths as she leans against a tree. Her eyes go wide as she covers her mouth. A silhouette of Martha is shown walking through the woods.

Martha, in the same voice, "I promise that I can make that pain go real quick! Just come let Mama Martha put a bullet in your pretty little skull!" She laughed.

Blitzo sighs in relief before his phone lets out a yelling ringtone. Blitzo pulls out the yellow cell phone and it flips through the air. The phone has 'GFY' written on it with a laughing devil emoji on it.

"Dammit!" Blitzo grumbled.

"Stolas! This is a really bad time." Blitzo tries to grab hold of the phone eventually doing so, then she holds it to his ear

At Stolas palace, Stolas is shown relaxing in a bathtub. There are candles with blue flames around the tub. The floor has glowing astrological symbols on it. The curtains look like the starry night sky. Glowing constellations float around the room. Stolas holds an old rotary phone to his ear, in the shape of sunflowers.

"Mmmmm, when isn't it a bad time, Blitzy?"

"What is it?!" Blitzo's angry face appears in a bubble.

Stolas leaned back, "I've been meaning to follow up on you, Blizy, and my little conversation regarding my grimoire..?" He smiled.

"What did you just call me?!" Stolas pops the bubble with his finger.

"My book, Blitzy.. The book I was given to do my job? That I have allowed you and dear Nn to use to do yours.?" Stolas smirked.

Blitzo looks scared as a rifle clicks. A bullet flies through the tree where Blitzo was moments before. A shadow of Martha with red eyes and mouth appears through the hole.

"I can HEAR you, darlin'!" Martha yelled.

"Shhhit!" Blitzo hissed.

"Anywhooo, I have been thinking... You know, I have been... permitting you to access the mortal realm less than... legally for quite some time now, but I do need it back to fulfill my duties. I was thinking, what if we worked out some kind of exchange? Favors for favors?" Stolas sits up, twirling the cord in his hand.

Stolas runs his finger on the edge of the tub. He makes walking motions with his fingers as they begin to glow red. Scene cuts back to Blitzo and running through the woods. A bullet hits a tree and Blitzo ducks behind another one.

"Doesn't that sound..." Stolas suddenly speaks in a seductive voice, "...enticing?" Stolas smirked.

"You gotta stop using your fancy ass rich people talk, okay? I'm trying to concentrate on not getting fucked in my A!" Blitzo yelled as a bullet hit the tree that he was hiding behind.

"Then, let me keep it simple: Once a month, on the full moon, you and Yn return the book to me, followed by a night of..." Stolas' eyes glow red and he lowers himself into the water with a lustful look, "paaassionate fornication~." Stolas leans slightly over the edge, "Aaand you get to keep it all the rest of the time, hmm? Sounds fair, my little Imp?" Stolas smirked.

"Fine! Whatever!" Blitzo grumbled.

"Ohhh, Blitzo! I'm so excited! I cannot wait to feel your slimy **** inside of my **** ...To **** the.." Stolas spoke through the phone. Blitzo cringes and closes his eyes as Stolas rambles on about his lust for Blitzo and Yn.

Blitzo drops his phone as he is pinned to the tree by the butt of Martha's gun. Stolas continues talking on the phone through censored bleeps.

"Gotcha! So, you're a little devil, huh?...Come to drag me and my kin to Hell? Well... NOT TODAY, SATAN!" Martha presses the gun harder into Blitzo, "Gonna send y'all back where ya came from!" Martha smiled evilly.

Moxxie, who struggles to free hinself from the rope, his hands tied behind his back. He looks up and gasps as he sees fires being lit from outside. A hangman's noose hangs from the wall

"Millie!" Moxxie seemed worried as he looked down. Both kids stare at Moxxie with wide evil grins. Moxxie grunts and struggles again. He notices the girl pull out a sharp knife.

Suddenly Yn bursts through the roof and crashes onto the floor, she looks up at the kids with completely black eyes, her mouth has widened into a disturbing smile with sharp teeth.

The kids try to attack Yn but she grabs the boy and breaks his arm. The boy screams in pain and the girl charges at Yn who grabs her throat and she starts to slowly squeeze.

"Yn, stop!" Moxxie shouted.

"What? Why should I? These little brats tried to hurt you!" Yn argued back, she really wanted to kill these brats.

"Please." He gives Yn puppy dog eyes, Yn sighs and throws the girl into a corner.

She walks over to Moxxie her face returning to normal and frees him. A silhouette of Yn and Moxxie appears as they break through the window, Moxxie holding her gun. A "Live, Laugh, Love," sign hangs from inside the room. He and Yn races outside through the forest, where red symbols hang from tree branches. There are torches in rows and tents. A full moon appears in the sky.

The camera pans down to reveal Millie and Blitzo tied to a stake decorated with spikes at the top. Ralphie laughs as he pours gasoline on the ground under their feet. Nearby, a grinning Martha holds a torch in her left hand.

"Lovely had that fucking shot...God dammit, Moxxie!" Blitzo sighed.

Martha wears skull earrings, jeans and a low-cut shirt with polka dots. Her eyes are red and her hair is thick and blonde.

"Satan! We return your FILTHY creatures back to the pits of Hell!" Martha raises her torch as Blitzo and Millie struggle to free themselves, "May the root of evil remain honored as we continue thy WORK!" Martha grunts as she tosses the torch to the ground, where it lands under Blitzo and Millie.

Evil laughter follows. The flames rise up around Blitzo and Millie, but they remain unharmed.

"Yeah, that's not exactly how it works, lady. Sorry, your fire doesn't really hurt us, but, I mean, I could fake it if that'll get your dick hard..." Blitzo smirked and chuckled.

Martha stares confused, "Oh. Shit." Martha rolls her eyes, "Well... I'll just shoot you in your smart-ass mouth!" She grins and pulls out her rifle.

"That would be more effective..." Blitzo stated.

"Blitz!" Millie seemed shocked.

Martha laughs evilly again as she aims her rifle at the imps. Both imps close their eyes and flinch. Martha then yelps as a gunshot is heard. Martha's eye flies from her socket and she collapses to the ground. Moxxie is shown holding his gun while Yn stands next to him.

"Moxxie! Sweetheart!" Millie smiled happily.

Yn and Moxxie runs over, Yn kicking Martha's body to the side and untie the rope, freeing Blitzo and Millie.

"You're not gettin' your goddamn paycheck for this one, Mox!" Blitzo falls down but Yn grabs and holds him in her arms. Moxxie and Millie smile at each other and embrace.

They both move their heads. Ralph trips backwards on Martha's body before fleeing the scene. Blitzo smiles at Yn.

"Should we make out?" Yn sighs and drops Blitzo onto the ground.

"Oh, yeah, thanks! I'm fine!" Blitzo sarcastically says.

"I'm sorry, sir. I compromised our objective and put us in harm's way. It won't happen again. I promise" Blitzo pulls Moxxie into a hug.

"Apology accepted..." Blitzo then speaks in a low voice, "But, if you ever pull a stunt like this agaaaaain..affecting lovely, causing her harm.. I will fuck you while Yn fucks your wife..." Blitzo lets go as Moxxie looks fearfully.

Millie raises her arms in a cheer.

"Alrighty! Job well done! Now let's get off..." Blitzo pulls a gray and black horse toy from his chest.

"Finally, I'm just done with this family." Yn said. Blitzo puts it back and retrieves his cell phone.

"Ehhhh, yeah. Give me a moment. I need to get something I left at the house." Moxxie smiled softly.

"Okay, fine. But, hurry up.." Blitzo speaks loudly into the phone, "Loonaaaa! We're ready to come home, dear!" Blitzo smiled, as Millie talked to Yn.

Moxxie starts running through the woods with a determined look on his face. "***** use while you and I and Yn are ***** jelly sandwiches all night.." Stolas has continued to race over the phone about his plans for Blitzo and Yn.

The two kids were being lifted into their father's arms in the corner of the house. Moxxie points his rifle at them. The girl and boy look scared and the girl has a teddy bear with her.

"Don't move!" Moxxie demanded.

Ralphie chuckles, "What are you gonna do little guy? Kill us?" He smirked.

"I should! You people are monsters! But... you should have a chance at a life and a purpose. Look at your children. They have their whole future ahead of them! You are going to face your crimes justly!" Moxxie picks up the remote, "I will call your earthly authorities, and they will make sure you are dealt with fairly. I'm handling this... my way.." Moxxie presses a button and the television turns on.

Moxxie looks surprised and glances behind him, "Oh, shit." Moxxie glances at the TV remote, the buttons looking like eyes and a face, "Uh... do you, uh... Do you have a phone to summon 911?" He asked. Ralphie motions his thumb behind him, "Yeah, it's in the kitchen..." He stated.

"Then... what is this for?" Moxxie questioned.

"It's a universal remote. Got it for the kids!" Ralphie hugs them as Moxxie smiles, eyes shining.

"Awwwww..." Moxxie smiled sweetly.

The scene switches to Moxie arriving at the portal with Blitzo and Moxxie at night.

"There he is!" Blitzo slung his arm around Yn, "Have a good wank-off session, Moxxie?" He smirked.

"Excuse me?" Moxxie blinked, confused.

"Look, I don't care where you cum in the living world. Just come to your job on time, alright?" Blitzo pokes Moxxie several times for emphasis, "See you at the office!" Blitzo goes through the portal and drags Yn with him.

Millie places her hand on Moxxie's cheek, "Y'ou doing okay, sweetie?" Millie asked.

"Better now, honey. I think I just needed a minute to process." Moxxie smiled sweetly.

Millie touches Moxxie's chest, "You have a goooood heart, honey.." Millie smiled.

Millie playfully pinches Moxxie's nose, "Just a fuzzy head!" Millie kisses Moxxie and Moxxie smiles lovingly.

Millie walks through the portal. Moxxie turns around and notices two police cars and a helicopter outside the house.

"'We got em', boys!" A loudspeaker voiced.

A helicopter fires a missile through the roof and the house explodes in a massive inferno. Something hits Moxxie in the head. He looks down to see what is left of the teddy bear head. He looks stunned as Blitzo grabs his neck and pulls him through the portal.

The final scene cuts to Mayberry and the imps celebrating their victory. A white banner reads 'killed the bitch' in red letters. Loona and Mrs. Mayberry are holding pieces of cake on their plates. 'We did it! :' is written on the cake in light blue icing. Blitzo has his arm in a sling.

Everyone is wearing party hats. Everyone laughs and cheers except Moxxie, who sits with a distressed look on his face.

"Ahhh, did you see my little Mox-Mox?!" Millie smiled excitedly.

"Yaaay!" Mrs. Mayberry cheered.

"Ohhhh, yeah!" Blitzo smirked.

"Yay." Yn smiled softly and cheered.

Millie hugged Moxxie, "We did it! Oh, Moxxie!" She cheered.

"Well, here's to another mission accomplished! And Moxxie finally learned not to fuck up..." Blitzo cuddled Yn close.

Millie rubs Moxxie's head, "And killin' people isn't that big of a deal if they try to kill you back!" Millie smiled sweetly.

"That's messed up. But, I paid for it!" Mrs.

Mayberry laughed.

Everyone except Moxxie and Yn laughed. Blitzo raises a fist.

"Yeah, fuck that family!" Blitzo laughed as he held Yn close, "Right, Lovely?" He smirked.

"Mhm.." Yn nodded as she leaned on Blitzo's chest and finally went to sleep. Mrs. Mayberry keeps eyeing Yn looking her up and down with a hidden blush.

Time Skip-

It's late and everyone went home for the day, Blitzo is seen laying down next to Yn who is sleeping peacefully. He raps on arm around her waist with his tail rap itself on her thigh holding her close, Blitzo smiled softly, laid his head on Yn's, 'I promise...I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe.. Lovely' Blitzo smiled lovingly.

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[thelesbianpoirot]

can you share some of those social anxiety strategies some tips&tricks perhaps

People's memory aren't that great. They can hardly recall the face of a perpetrator of a crime when it is vitally important, very few people will recall, what you look or sound like. So if you did something super embarrassing in front of a stranger/customer, you will just be anonymous woman to them, not Jessica Jones, age 22, from 21st street New York.

Practice what you are going to say. For my job, I got put on phones, I literally wrote down a script of most asked questions, and read it off, and then eventually I could adlib the rest. This works for most phone convos, like ordering things online or reporting a problem to the light/water company.

Be nice and polite to people, and they will be nice to you, especially if you fuck up, they will forgive the mistakes of a person who was kind to them, then someone who was standoffish. Social anxiety can be view as standoffish/rude, so try to always greet people, acknowledge people, say their names, even when you feel like you're bothering them, or you're trembling.

Go to places, theatre, restaurant, bar, ALONE, anxious people often like to rely on friends or family to interact with the world, just using people as a crutch, and start being people okay with yourself exist. Start by putting in headphones, but work your way up to eating a meal in silence, by yourself, in public.

Force yourself to interact with people in a controlled environment at first before branching out. Volunteer, join a club, go to event, something you are interested in. PICK a single place. One day a week you do to a book club or old folks home, or a bar, and strike up a conversation with ONE person on the bus. Just a minimum of one. That last three minutes or more. Throw up afterwards if you have to, but GRIT AND BEAR IT!

Admit to people you're anxious, "I never do stuff like this, i'm anxious, if I say something wrong please tell me."

STOP FOCUSING ON YOURSELF, anxiety is often the result of self absorption, it sounds mean, but for me, when I am feeling most anxious, I am worried about how I look, how I sound, and making myself an exception from others in my head, "Damn I sound stupider than everyone else." Humans are very predictable, you're more alike people than you are different, if you are scared, chances are the person you are interacting with might be too. You're two terrified mammals in an interaction trying to come out alive, you are not alone.

Dress comfortably and practically, if you are wearing anything that makes you feel physically uncomfortable and self conscious, it will cause anxiety in everything you do, if you're at work, don't overdo it with the accessories, you're there to collect a checque, not wow people. Create a uniform if you must, a generic comfortable things that are WORK CLOTHES, check your appearance once before you leave the house, and never again until you are home. Stop looking at yourself and just be.

You have to become methodical of interaction before it is natural. In my head, I had a step by step plan for approaching a stranger. 1. GREETING. (hey) 2. Asking how they are? (if someone I see frequently/coworker) 3. Compliment (That is a really nice watch/earring/anything non-physical) (italicized is option but nice) 4. The objective. ( Are you busy? I don't know how to work the fax machine, can you please show me). (Do you know where I can get lunch?) (I didn't understand that instruction) (Is that your blue honda in that parking spot, It's my spot, and I don't want to get in trouble by parking in someone else's). 5. Closer. (Thanks for all your help) (do you have any suggestions for me?) (I hope that is okay) (sorry for the trouble,) (I have to go, I have to (insert tasks) bye!) Soon or later you'll find yourself sounding more natural, but you must push through the cringe of robotic rehearsed conversations.

Ask yourself: Why am I scared? Why am I anxious when talking to my coworkers? Reason it out: - I am afraid of saying the wrong thing. - I am afraid they will laugh at me - I am afraid they will dislike me. Find the root of anxiety about various tasks. And tackle things at the root. I hated being laughed at because of bullying at school, and at home, I had to become okay with that. I didn't care if people didn't like me, but I did not want to be a joke, which made me realize I was taken myself too serious.

CBT - I am not a big fan of therapy, but I believe in CBT for anxiety, it is practical, and stuff you can do at home. You will find a lot of resources online. CBT anxiety worksheets, toolkit, self aids key words. https://psychcentral.com/anxiety/cbt-for-anxiety#cbt-worksheets

SELF HELP BOOKS: I also hate bullshit self help books, but I will admit, I read this book cover to cover:

How to Win Friends & Influence People (Dale Carnegie Books) Paperback – October 1, 1998

(it's an old book so you can find PDFs online) https://www.pdfdrive.com/

Set various missions with goals.

I have more advice in me, but I just got off a long shift and I am exhausted.

#thelesbianpoirot

[boodlesofdoodles]

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

So like I think maybe Charlie is actually really good at baking?? He’s probably memorized a few of Bonnie’s recipes and occasionally bakes himself something when he’s feeling upset. Kind of a coping mechanism to actually bake, and the familiar smells that fill a kitchen comfort him as much as the taste of his mom’s brownies do. There’s a sense of pride that fills him when he gets the recipe exact. He really only knows a few recipes, and he’s DEFINITELY super secret about it. Baking is something that makes him feel kind of embarrassed and he doesn’t let the gang know about it.

He might let Mac know eventually, maybe Mac is feeling down or he’s sick or something and Charlie is like “whenever I felt sick mom would bake me something. Fuck it I’m gonna make Mac something.” and brings over a small batch of cookies, careful to hide it from Dennis. Mac is absolutely dumbfounded that the cookies are so good and tries to come up with a scheme to start selling them almost immediately lmao. Charlie is not at all interested and after a lot of insisting, Mac finally gets the hint and just enjoys the cookies and his buddy’s ability to bake. Soon enough Mac is secretly encouraging Charlie to bake more often (and have him taste test everything he makes, obviously) and after a few times visiting realizes Charlie really only makes like 4 things. When Mac asks him about it he gets immediately defensive, rambling like crazy, “Why the hell would I need to bake more stuff? Are you saying my Mom’s stuff isn’t enough, dude? My mom makes really good stuff. You’re over here drooling every time I make you one of her recipes! Don’t go saying shit about her stuff, Mac. You love this shit, I don’t need to make other shit.”

“No, no! Charlie, Christ dude, fucking calm down, will you?” Mac trying his best to deescalate the hostility he accidentally brought on the pair of them. “I’m just saying maybe you should branch out some more. It could be fun to try some new stuff, is all!”

I don’t feel like writing out a whole conversation rn but basically it boils down to Charlie not really understanding the measurements, and it trips him up too much to keep trying new recipes; that’s the reason he sticks with what he knows. At first he did try looking up some different recipes but got extremely frustrated and felt so stupid trying to understand it. Nothing ever came out right so he just gave up on other stuff. When it comes to Bonnie’s recipes he doesn’t even need to measure anything he’s made them so much he just eyeballs it and it usually comes out relatively the same every time, which is good enough for him. The ‘Mac hanging out and just keeping Charlie company while he bakes something’ quickly comes to an end; now Mac is teaching Charlie the metric system and what different abbreviations in recipes online mean. He goes out and buys measuring cups for Charlie and shows him how to use them. He makes a cheat sheet with easy to follow drawings of the different measuring cups and which ones he needs to use for cup, ounce, tablespoon, etc. They try out new recipes together and Charlie starts to become more confident with it. Eventually he goes over to Mac and Dennis’ with a new recipe he looked up and tried all on his own, without Mac there to help him with reading all of it and Mac is SO incredibly proud of him. Gushing about how good of a job he did :,) anyways yeah that’s all I got I just adore the idea so much I needed to get it out of my system. As someone who’s autistic (like we’re pretty sure Charlie is) I personally love to bake because of how precise everything is as compared to cooking. I don’t have to think about how it’ll come out and I don’t have to experiment with anything. Just follow very clear instructions. I think Charlie would feel the same way and enjoy the 0 guesswork that goes into the process of baking from a recipe. Thank you if anyone read all this. PLEASE comment or message me or fucking anything about what y’all think about this concept

#idk what this is #rambling #like. a LOT of rambling #shout out to angelic Charlie Kelly #encouraging me to ramble was a bold move #charmac #iasip #kinda turned weird w adding some dialogue #I just have a lot of thoughts #like I said earlier #just randomly thought about this #desperately needed to share it #anyone please read this and lmk opinions #ramblings

[northwest-cryptid]

Local amnesiac clockman in dystopian city gets hired/abducted by the 12 complete messes based on literature, the lamest badass in the setting and his funny amnesiac daughter. Gets told to give therapy to said messes by looking for branches in ruined scp facilities while occasionally incurring on the wrath of capitalism and the little prince for some reason.

Said total messes are:

Straight up the korean poet Yi Sang because his most known poem had a character named "I"

Autism filled woman who is technically the actual boss of everyone

Woman don quixote

Fucked up japanese artist except her art is violence

Autistic french man with gap moe

Sheltered chinese man with the most fucked up family ever

A brit with a bat named revenge

Fish bisexual obsessed with murdering a metaphorical whale

Mommy Russian with only food and no hindsight in her head

Closeted young man with a fuckload of trauma involving ableist cultists

Straight up fucking Odysseus but in woman

And our ptsd riddled cockroach: Greg

See on one hand I genuinely appreciate the attempt here.

On the other hand this is extremely fandomized and I can't really learn anything from it as a result, especially considering that this covered stuff I already sorta know from just having played through the first major part of the game before having issues with it but more specifically from the fact that it's on the website for the game.

I need to reiterate my first bit here, I genuinely appreciate the attempt and I do not seek to belittle or insult the sender or anyone in question for attempting to enlighten me on the game but hear me out if you will...

All the information provided can be obtained from the website for the game or the first 10 minutes of the game; however it is only partially factual.

I am interested in Limbus Company, the game; not "Limbus Company The Abridged Version As Seen by the Fandom." When people go on and on about character analysis and plot depth and why it's so cool and interesting and deep and fun I want to jump in and engage with them on the narrative and such, but I can't because I'm not: A. Financially well off to Gacha for shit. B. Good enough at the game to get very far. And as a website that talks a lot about accessibility in games I feel like if anyone is going to shoot me down with a "git gud" it'd be kinda dumb, like sir/ma'am/individual of non-specific gender identity; you are on the "games should let you experience the story even if you're bad" website, please sit down.

I was honestly kind of hopeful that I would get some serious answers; and while some people have given me more serious answers than others; a lot of what I get is either specifically the start of the game which ignores/overlooks/doesn't mention the folks Dante is having an encounter with at the start, the fact they can use their clock head powers to turn back time and revive the sinners; or even the fact that they have no idea why any of it can happen. Like no one has even mentioned the whole star thing? I think it was a star? Something like that, anyways that thing was pretty cool and no one talks about it.

What I do often hear is how cooky and ku-ray-zee the main cast of silly little guys is; which I feel massively takes away from who they actually are.

"And our ptsd riddled cockroach: Greg" Alright since I've actually played through the first bit of the game so I know just enough about Gregor's story, why do we summarize a man who literally was a child experiment; who was betrayed by the only parental figure he knew; who was made to kill and murder without understanding of it literally like drugged or some shit to think he was just cutting apples; and who's body literally mutates into a cockroach down to just "lol he's a silly little guy with ptsd" ptsd from what exactly? Oh you mean the fucking Smoke Wars? One of the if not the biggest event in the PM Universe?

Like okay I understand I said "hey maybe don't send me entire documentary style paragraphs of text because my ADHD brain will not let me read them" and that's true, but I also really don't vibe with this whole concept of "this person doesn't know the characters at all so I'm going to call one bisexual, I'm going to call one a mommy, I'm going to call one a ptsd riddled cockroach named greg lol" Like I don't know how much of this is fandom and how much of this is real anymore. I know that some characters in PM's universe ARE LGBT so the idea of one of the Sinners maybe being Bisexual isn't too far fetched, but is that completely fandom interpretation or is it real? I sure as hell don't know when characters like Gregor who have deeper meaningful stories that tie into the world as a whole are boiled down to a one line joke about, I guess his name being Greg?

Like again I have nothing against the person who sent this or anything, I'm sure you meant well and I'm glad you're excited enough about the game that you reached out to me; that's all great and such, but I can't help but need to point out that you're talking to someone who knows almost nothing, but not nothing; about this game

and you're choosing to represent it in such a way that might be factual or might be fandomized and I can't tell the difference when the things I know are fandomized are present or when it mostly consists of jokes.

"Local amnesiac clockman in dystopian city gets hired/abducted by the 12 complete messes based on literature, the lamest badass in the setting and his funny amnesiac daughter."

Kind of not really. Like I'm not even going to get into the fact that technically speaking Dante is a Clock Person not necessarily confirmed Clock Man. I AM however going to get into the fact that they come to Dante's rescue(?) during what is essentially an execution; Dante is going to die and these 12 sinners jump in to fight for them for seemingly some reason we don't get to know yet. Hired is a much better word than abducted in this sense. Don't even get me started on "the lamest badass" because like, that entirely ignores the fact you're talking about who I can only assume is Vergilius AKA The Red Gaze, which is sorta huge considering what we've seen of Color Fixers, and you know; the entirety of the Comic/Light Novel Leviathan released prior to the game. What would a color fixer be doing with the sinners? What is his connection with Dante? Even having read Leviathan these sorts of questions are interesting and they create interest as someone who wants to question and explore the setting and it's themes.

AND I'M SORRY BUT "HIS DAUGHTER"??? Has that been confirmed because I highly doubt that unless there's some dialogue somewhere in the game that shows he adopted her or something, I mean yea he clearly cares about the orphans, but like I don't recall him ever adopting her and if he did I can't tell if you're telling me a fact or a fandom here because of everything else you've stated.

Are you beginning to see the problem here?

I literally have to wave off everything you just told me as no more than "lol silly jokes man lol" and I don't mean to be some asshole about it either but this isn't really going to help anyone get into a game or a story or anything because I don't really KNOW anything about it.

Again I'm not mad, I'm not trying to be rude; I've got nothing against Alex or anything! I appreciate someone taking the time out of their day to send me this but it ultimately doesn't tell me anything I'm just as much in the dark as I was.

This is specifically why it's so hard for me to interact with a lot of larger communities, a lot of the information I want is factual, from the source material; but I'm perhaps not skilled enough at the games to obtain it myself, so I turn to the community for information since people tend to enjoy talking about the things they like, and instead of getting actual information I get in-jokes I don't yet have context for, and fandomization that isn't actually true to the source material.

I understand I may come off a little harsh here, so for that I do apologize if I've come across rude. That being said, please do try to refrain from sending people who know next to nothing about your interests, a ton of fandomized in-jokes they won't understand, it feeds into the misinformation loop. Can you imagine if I went around telling everyone that Charon was Vergil's daughter when in reality he treats her as "something of a daughter" according to the publicly editable and horrible "fandom wiki" which is the only place that I could find information about it.

This isn't the same thing as say a biological daughter, or even an adoptive one. Which could be an interesting plot dynamic. I mean do you guys remember what happened last time a Color Fixer had a kid? Or rather I should say, last time a Color Fixer WAS GOING to have a kid? That was kind of a big deal. It's not really a shocker to learn that the guy who really likes orphans would be nice to the child.

anyways sorry for the lengthy explanation of "this isn't really what I'm looking for" but I've literally spoke on this whole "fandomization of characters bothers me a lot" topic before several times for literally this exact reason.

[queenlua]

i'm tempted to ask who you *think* your favorite in Fates would be given your ... partial play through Conquest to ch10, if I'm remembering right lol. the other half of my brain is debating on asking a FMK between naesala/zihark/soren OR "what three presidential actions would you make should suddenly lua become president" b/c somehow that's interesting too. tone consistency what's that. :P

1) tragically, i don't remember conquest well enough! alas. i played those chapters in 2015 in a feverdream and just simply did not get a very strong impression of any particular character. (technically i played a bit past ch10—i remember the map with the pots, for instance—but yeah bird guy gave up after ch10 lol)

2) fmk naesala/zihark/soren: kill soren, sorry dude. correct move is to kill naesala and marry zihark but. naesala's on that fascinating border right between "girl, you cannot fix him, run" and "ok look he's been through some shit but It's All Good Now, just look at him," right. it's a coin-flip but it's pretty believable i'd go with marry nae-nae / fuck zi with like >50% probability. zi would be a fine partner and mostly stable but i feel like he's gonna go through at least 1-3 weird Funks that he won't be willing to explain to me even a little bit and that's gonna eat at me. (naesala's going to do the same thing but luckily he's as transparent as one of those films they used to use for overhead projectors so at least i'll know what's up

3) if i'm president

* pedestrians can no longer cross intersections diagonally unless explicitly allowed by clear crosswalk signals. come on y'all

* land value tax would solve this

* single-payer healthcare and/or literally anything more efficient and less galling than the byzantine grift-y pile of "four insurance companies in a trenchcoat" we got going on rn b/c no one wants to be honest about what the price of any goddamn thing actually is

...unfortunately all three of these are things the president, uh, doesn't exactly have authority to fix. executive branch is kind of weaksauce when it comes down to it! now if i were majority whip in an actually-relevant chamber in congress then i might be able to get some work done (though, even then, a lot of the stuff re: property tax comes down to local polities unfortunately). but then i'd have to think harder so, alas, my fun off-the-cuff-ness will have to chill there lol