#with ‘i am a satellite i’m out of control’

[jksprincess10]

Satellite || Assistant!reader x Javier Peña

Summary: You’re trying really hard not to fuck your boss. But everyone arounds you, including him, makes it really hard. (3k words)

*Despite the use of this gif, there is no physical description of reader

CW: power imbalance (Javier is reader’s boss), jealous reader, Javi being hella objectified by the office ladies, alcohol consumption, smoking, choking, Javier pressuring reader to give in, sir kink, dirty talking, praise, degradation, bj, fingering, p in v sex, kinda slut-shaming. 

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Your boss looked pissed, well, more than usual. He was pacing his large office, and you could see every crinkle of worry on his face through the windowed space. You were assigned as his personal assistant. Your job consisted of taking calls, running his planner, making sure he stayed hydrated with something other than coffee. Sometimes, you also acted as a therapist.

“What’s going on, sir?” You asked as you stepped in his office, a fresh coffee in hand.

He finally stopped pacing and sat on his office chair. He looked tired, dark circles forming a distinct line on his tan skin.

“Stechner being an asshole again.”

He lit a cigarette and laid his feet lazily against his desk, his chair creaking under the shift of his weight.

“Is that new?”

Javier took a long drag of his cigarette, before answering.

“Nope. I’ll be out for a few hours with him. Can you make sure the office doesn’t burn down?”

“Got it.”

You smiled at him and watched as he got up. Your eyes always followed his body shamelessly. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t control it. It was no secret that Javier was a good-looking man, but he was your boss.

“No time for coffee, boss?”

“Sorry, sweetheart. Keep it for later.”

He grabbed his jacket, and he was out of the door.

**

It was mostly quiet while he was gone, and you didn’t have to extinguish any fire you couldn’t handle. So quiet after a while, that you almost dozed off.

You were one of the only one left in the office when the boss came back. You were used to it: you had to stay with Javier most of the time.

He looked like he had been through hell. His usual straight hair was curling up on his forehead. His forehead was glistening. A few of his buttons were undone, and you could see glimpses of humid tan skin. You averted your gaze before you’d also start sweating for other reasons.

“Have you finally crossed the gates of Hell, sir?” You asked.

“Ha.Ha. Real funny. No, Stechner had to take me to the fucking jungle to do his little showoff.”

“I’m sorry. Do you need me to get you a change of clothes?” You asked as you held in a laugh, still trying to make yourself useful.

“No, actually. I think I’m done for today. ”

“Well, good thing I don’t have a husband and kids waiting for me at home… It’s 1AM. Tell Stechner to have earlier dates.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll give you a ride.”

“I can’t refuse that offer.”

It helped that you both lived on the same street.

**

“I must say that your hair looks really good like this, sir.”

“We’re out of the office. Call me Javi.” He said, fingers holding on his steering wheel while he was balancing a cigarette between his lips.

“It’s unprofessional.”

“Your attitude is already unprofessional.”

“Am I getting fired?”

“No, I like it.”

You could also tell by the way his lips curled up under his mustache in a cat-like grin. You didn’t know what was in the air that night, but you were even more attracted to your boss than usual, if that was even possible. You averted your gaze, your eyes concentrating on the quieter street of your neighborhood.

The car came to a stop in front of your building. You thanked your boss and got out of the car before you did anything you’d regret.

Tomorrow was Friday. You could then resist another weekend not jumping on your boss’s lap. It would get easier. It always did.

**

On Fridays, your team had the habit of meeting at a bar near the embassy. On those days, it was mostly filled with you, a bunch of gringos who could sometimes barely speak Spanish when they were too drunk. You always came along, mostly to listen and do some small talk when you were asked. You mostly kept to yourself.  Except tonight.

You were sitting with the girls, Katie and Samantha. Katie had apparently a lot to say tonight about your boss.

“I swear it was so hot. This man fucks like a god.”

“No, you fucked Peña?” asked Samantha. “Lucky girl.”

You cleared your throat and excused yourself to get another drink. You heard the girls whispering behind your back, but you couldn’t stay… because you felt both disgusted and jealous.

“Otra más por favor (Another one please).”

Just as the barman ended you your drink, Javier appeared beside you. He had loosened up his tie and his shirt and lost his suit jacket somewhere along the way.  He asked for a whiskey dry in perfect Spanish.

“Are we celebrating, sir? You usually don’t come along.” You sucked on your straw, looking at Javier with curious eyes.

“Stechner got fired and sent back to America.” He hit his glass with yours as a sign of victory, before downing it. You watched as the liquid went down his throat and as he swallowed. Maybe it was the alcohol taking over you, but you wanted to kiss him there.

“Good.” You said without much conviction.

“Everything okay? You liked Stechner?”

“Just disgusted to hear my boss’s sexcapades with another employee.” You said blankly.

Javi choked on air and looked over at Katie’s table, who gave him a wink. Your fingers tightened around your glass. If you pressed any harder, you could break it.

“I will be straight with you, Javi, maybe you shouldn’t fuck the whole office. It looks bad.” You had used his name on purpose, the name slipping out of your tongue like a venomous snake.

Your hand dipped in the pocket of his shirt to steal a cigarette from him, putting it to your lips and lighting it. With your free hand, you left money on the counter and headed straight to the door, leaving your silent boss behind you.

You don’t know why you had said that. Maybe it was the jealousy squeezing your heart so hard you couldn’t think properly.

Javier stayed at the bar, clueless, whispering a small “Fuck me” as his hand met his forehead.

**

The taxi left you in front of your home. On the way there, you had cried silently in the backseat. You were frustrated by the barriers you had built yourself around Javier. You were the only one stopping yourself in this relationship.

Your apartment door slammed behind you, and you abandoned your bag in the entryway. Your place felt even emptier somehow.  To fill the silence, you opened the radio and danced as you changed out of your work clothes into something more comfortable.

As you were pulling your oversized shirt down on your hips, you heard a knock at the door. Who wanted to see you at this hour? You took the gun you used for protection just in case and went to the door, holding the firearm behind your back.

You opened the door on your sorry-looking boss. You were tempted to close the door in his face when you saw his gaze trailing down your bare legs. You went to close it, but he held it open with a strong hand.

“Please. I just want to talk.”

“Sure. I know how talking goes with you, though.”

You knew you couldn’t avoid this conversation forever, so you let him in. You two would always end up turning around each other like satellites. You stepped away from the door and left your firearm on your living room table, watching as your boss approached. He seemed so out of place, here.

“First, you owe me a cigarette.” Javier said.

You shook your head.

“I just took what I deserved.”

He chuckled. “Fine.” You heard him sit, but you kept your gaze down. “What was that about earlier?”

“Fuck, I’m gonna need a drink if we’re having this conversation.”

He rarely heard you curse, and it made him smile. You got up momentarily to pour a glass of a random alcohol laying around and drank most of it, before sitting back down in front of your boss.

“I guess it’s just really annoying when you’re trying not to fuck your boss while every bitch around you indulges freely.” You finally spat out.

Javier’s thick brow quirked, an interested look betraying him.

“You could’ve just asked.” Javier’s deep voice made you shiver.

“Well, see, unlike you, I’m trying to be professional. And I won’t take Katie’s scraps.”

You got up and got closer to his chair, your palms resting on the armrests as you leaned down to look at him through his deep brown eyes, trying to analyze what he really wanted.

“That’s your cue to leave, boss. I’ll see you on Monday.”

But he didn’t budge. Instead, his thick fingers found the curve of your neck, in a soft, but unwanted caress. You tried to resist, but you wanted to melt into his touch, forget your own moral compass.

“Do you think I want to leave now that I know that you want me just as much as I want you, hermosa?”

The fingers on your neck became more aggressive, as he closed his grip with his thumb, in a strangling motion, but not putting any pressure. Startled by his movement, you fell onto his lap. His body was a magnet, and you couldn’t stay away.

“Javi!” You squeaked pathetically.

Amused, his grip on your throat tightened. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your head lolled back. With his other hand, he held your head up and his grip on your softened as your eyes met his. His hands touching you sent waves of lust through your lower stomach.

With the help of his hand on your head, he pushed your face closer to his. His lips closed the rest of the distance and met with yours. All inhibitions left you the moment you felt the curve of his plush lips. The kiss was filled with your own anger, and his own desire. You felt the pants of his suit getting tighter under you as you sat completely on him.

By the time his tongue left your mouth, you were dumbed by your desire. Javi’s spell had enveloped you completely.

“¿Vas a ser una buena chica ahora? (Are you going to be a good girl now?)” Your boss asked in perfect Spanish, his breath hitting your throat as he kissed you there.

“It depends, sir.” You saw the way he swallowed when you called him like that. He liked it. Of course he did.

“Get on your knees. Now.” He said as he roughly grabbed your hair. “ I wanna see if you’re still being a smartass with my cock down your throat.”

You slid down his body like a snake and landed on your knees in front of his legs.

“I can still bite it off.” You said as you undid his belt. Your fingers worked fast to get him out of his pants and boxers. He looked down at you through his thick eyelashes.

“You wouldn’t.”

His hand tangled in your hair and he pulled you face to face with his thick cock. His free hand took care of undoing his shirt.

“C’mon baby. Open up.”

You swallowed your pride, and you did, opening your mouth wide. When he was done with his shirt, he aligned his length so it would rest against your tongue. You closed your lips around him. He started moving his hips slowly, seeing how much you could take. He was bigger than any man you had before, and you were scared. But he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose.

“Look at me.”

You looked up at him, eyes blown wide and cheeks red.

“Not so smart after all.”

Seeing you could take more, he pushed his cock deeper. You swallowed around him, a hint of nervousness as he was getting closer to hitting your throat. He thrusted his hips again. Slowly. You breathed through your nose as he got harsher with the sway of his hips. When he hit your throat, you felt yourself choke and tears filled your eyes.

“Oh, poor baby. Thought you’d be good for me.” Javier said, fake pity in his voice.

Javier’s hand pulled you off his cock to let you breathe. Spit and precum trailed down your chin, which he cleaned off with his thumb.

“You think you can go again?”

As an answer, your lips closed around his hard length. He held you by the hair, but this time, giving you more space. He stayed away from your throat, just pushing some of his length in your mouth, swaying his hips to make himself feel good. He was silent except for the occasional grunts, and he looked at you with eyes darkened by lust.

“Doing so good.” Javi praised, and you moaned around him, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body.

When he got tired of this little game, he pushed you away, and he pulled you back up.

“Everything okay, sir?” You asked softly, worried that you had done something wrong.

“Yes. I just want to see you naked.”

His hands toyed with the hem of your oversized t-shirt, and he got up from the chair to slip it off. He admired your naked breasts and the curve from your waist to your larger hips. His hands found your ass cheeks and he pulled you closer as he squeezed them.

“You’re beautiful.” Javier whispered. You curled your arms around his neck and pressed your breasts against his hard chest. Your lips met again, softer this time. While you were distracted by his lips and sweet words, Javier guided the two of you to your kitchen.

“Hold on to the counter, hermosa.”

You turned around and did as he asked, your hands laying flat on the kitchen counter. He slid down your panties and you kicked them off. He put his hand on your back to make you lower your upper body, accentuating your ass. Javier used this occasion to place a firm slap on your ass. You squealed in surprise and while you were distracted, two digits from his free hand spread your folds. You could almost feel his satisfied grin as you grinded against his hand for more friction.

Your boss obliged, one of his fingers teasing the inside as another one found your burning bud. You sighed from pleasure and relief, as he pleased you.

“You like that?” His hand landed another hard slap against the expanse of your butt cheek, and you could only moan in response.

Javi’s finger circled expertly your clit as another one fucked into you, stretching you around his thick digit. You could barely hold on to the counter as your legs started to shake under your orgasm. You had built so much tension in the last few days, that Javier was done with you quickly.

He kept going though, stretching you with another finger, before you asked him to stop. Your legs were getting sore, from a mixture of shaking and standing up for most of your day. His warm fingers left you, and he turned you around. His hands spread against your ass, and he motioned for you to jump up, wrapping your legs around his middle.

You hid your face between his neck and his collarbone, smelling a mixture of sweat, the cigarettes he couldn’t live without, and the remains of his cologne. Somewhere along the journey, he had lost his half taken off shirt.

“Second door to your right, Javi.” You said as the man was visibly lost in your apartment. You let a small laugh die against his lips as he kissed you.

He laid you down on your undone sheets, body hovering over you. You could finally take in all his beauty. Mindlessly, your fingers curled around the hair that was starting to curl against his forehead.  He asked if you had protection, and you pointed the top drawer of your bedside table.

After Javier was protected and ready, he aligned his member between your open thighs. You were grateful he had kept you on your back so you could look at his face and engrain the expression he had when entered your walls. His brows furrowed together, and a sigh escaped his open lips. Your hands caressed his chest, and he started moving. You brought him closer to you, wrapping your legs around his waist, absorbing him even deeper.

“God.”

“Better than anything else you’ve had?” You couldn’t pass up the occasion of making a snarky comment.

“Hmm, you could say that.”

His lips curled in a smile under his mustache. Your hips started moving against him to urge the man to move. He did, his thrusts starting at a slow pace. While you were letting his body guide you in waves of pleasure, your lips attached to his naked throat, where you sucked on his skin until you could see a red mark. You were hoping Katie would notice.

Javier, annoyed by your possessiveness, wrapped his large hand around your throat to keep your mouth away from him. You gasped as he put pressure, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as he kept thrusting into you.

“¿Piensas que podrías reclamarme, hermosa? (You thought you could claim me, beautiful?)” His voice was raspy, rough.

You shook your head, and he released the pressure on your throat. He used a rough, punishing pace with the sway of his hips, making you almost scream. You were overwhelmed by his presence, his smell, and his low grunts. Noises falling from Javier’s lips got more frequent as he was nearing his end. When the protection was filled with his white release, he pulled out and got rid of the condom.

He left you for a few seconds as you were catching your breath, coming back with cigarettes and a lighter. Javier sat on the edge of the bed and lit one for himself. You admired his shoulders and toned back.

“Guess I won’t need to fuck anyone else in the office.” He finally said as he pulled the cigarette away from his lips.

He shot a glance over his shoulder, and you bit your lip as you looked at him, hope filling your body.

“I don’t believe you, Javi.”

Javier shrugged.

“You don’t have to. I’ll show you.” He promised.

**

When you two got back to the office on Monday, Katie couldn’t help but notice the redness on Javier’s throat, and your little satisfied smirk.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena smut #javier pena x you #javier pena x y/n #javier pena x yn #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x you

[azurdlywisterious]

The Brainless Ones

AN: As per this poll here, Sir won so it’s time to unleash her on the Mojave. Bit of a challenge for myself trying to keep Sir’s seven different names straight in a way that’s easy to follow, but I think I did it.

Word count: 1.6k

CW: body horror played for comedy (idk how else to describe sir’s empty head), very unethical scientific practices

My eyes take a second to refocus after I’ve been teleported. The doctors made sure to fit my ears with long range walkie talkies so that I could answer their questions in the moment.

“SHELLEY, DID YOU ARRIVE AT THE CRASHED SATELLITE IN ONE PIECE?” Dr. Klein yells into mic.

“You know, you’ll blow out Azami’s speakers if you keep screaming in her ear like that, Klein,” Dr 0 comments.

“I made it one piece,” I inform them before they continue bickering.

Dr. Dala replies, “I’m so happy to hear my little teddy bear Shiloh is doing well.”

I hear the static of Dr. 8 talking, noises that roughly translate to, “Check the screen in your forearm, Lizabeth.”

So I do. It appears that I have a little map of this desert projected on it. There’s even a little “you are here” dot. I’m assuming it will update as I explore more towns and whatnot.

“And how is my granddaughter Dorothy doing?” Dr. Mobius’s voice crackles in my other walkie talkie set.

“How did YOU even get access to Vera’s communication channels, MOBIUS?!” Dr. Borous yells (though thankfully not as loudly as Dr. Klein).

I interject before another argument starts, “My map says that I’m next to a ghost town named Nipton.”

“REPORT ANYTHING INTERESTING YOU FIND, SHELLEY.”

“This is the Think Tank-” Dr. 0 begins saying before getting cut off.

“And Dr. Mobius!”

Dr 0 sighs, “-and Dr. Mobius, signing off.”

I hear them shut their walkie talkies off, leaving me alone in the Mojave.

My first goal: find an assistant. A lab partner if you will.

I poke around Nipton for a while, taking time to examine the dead lobotomites littering the quiet streets, before inevitably moving on. There’s nothing really of interest here. Radscorpions, maybe, but we have radscorpions back at Big MT. I pick a direction that looks promising and follow the road. It should lead somewhere with at least a couple of live lobotomites.

Eventually I am met with some massive lobotomite adjacent creatures. They’re much more muscular than me and their skin is green too. How peculiar. I snap a couple pictures with my eyes. The Think Tank will be thrilled to have pictures of these creatures in situ.

Before I could even attempt to talk one into coming back to the lab with me, I am met with the end of a club made out of rebar and concrete. Dr. Klein made sure to outfit me with gymnastic procedures, so dodging the club was easy. The LRADs Dr. 8 planted in my palms made quick work of them too. I’ll have to ask him if they can be retuned later. At a lower decibel range it might make good crowd control in order to take potential subjects back alive.

I zap the corpses with my Transportalponder for the doctors to examine later.

After walking a bit longer, I suddenly hear, “SHELLEY! WHAT ARE THESE BIG GREEN THINGS SITTING ON THE FLOOR OF THE THINK TANK?”

“They appear to have once been human,” Dr. Dala hypothesizes, “maybe. I will have to give them a more thorough examination.”

“Please try and keep the formography obsession to a minimum this time,” Dr. 0 whines.

The doctors continue their squabbling, but I don’t interrupt. I find their chatter rather soothing out here in this quiet desert.

Eventually, their chatter subsides as they return to their calculations and experiments, neglecting to close the frequency.

I hear Dr. Dala remark, “So they were human once. Fascinating. What happened to them?”

She must be examining those weird beings I found while walking.

“Dala! Allow ME to examine these STANGE CREATURES from the Mojave!” Dr. Borous interjects.

I turn the walkie talkie frequency off, since it appears that I have found more lobotomites.

Based on the movies Dr. 0 would show me, I can see that that is a rollercoaster attached to a hotel. I have no idea why someone would want to attach a rollercoaster to a hotel, though.

I feel a cool breeze descend upon my skin as the sun goes down. I must have been walking for quite a while.

I see an interesting looking lobotomite leaning up against the side of one of the other buildings. His hair is gray despite his young face. He opens his mouth and a puff of smoke comes out. Cigarettes are another thing I learned from Dr. 0’s movies. That and Dr. Borous’s war stories about his days at American High School.

As I approach this lobotomite, he raises his head from his cigarette.

“Now, what’s a pretty lady like you walking around all by herself this late at night?” he asks me.

“Fascinating,” I mutter to myself. “I didn’t know lobotomites could talk.”

He chuckles at my observation. “Now, last time I checked, I haven’t been lobotomized yet, so you should aim your insults elsewhere.”

“Insults?” I cock my head in confusion. “Are you not a lobotomite? Then what are you?”

“Not much these days.” He puffs another cloud of smoke. “Barely even a man these days.”

He takes another drag off his cigarette and I snap a picture of him with my eyes. I have no reason as to why. I don’t think the Think Tank would really care. But I care? Strange. I’ll have to export that picture with a caption about how I feel. Dr. Mobius would be the most likely to have an answer.

“So, if you’re gonna keep staring at me, can you tell me your name?”

What do I tell this lobotomite? The doctors names for me are theirs to call me. I can’t give him that. So what name should I give him? What other names have I been called?

I’ve got it.

“You can call me-”

“Dorothy!” Dr. Mobius’s sing-songy voice comes in loud and clear through the walkie talkie in my ear. “Have you made a friend? Do be sure to offer him a Mentat for me.”

I pop open my head to fish out a Mentat packet from my cranial cavity. I see the lobotomite’s cigarette fall from his lips as he watches with an expression on his face. I have no idea what expression that is.

I hold the Mentat packet out for him. “Dr. Mobius-”

Dr. Mobius cuts me off again with a clearly fake cough.

I sigh and start over, saying, “Dr. Grandpa Mobius wants me to ask you if you would like a Mentat.”

Before the lobotomite can respond, there’s a loud crash followed by Dr. Mobius hastily saying, “There’s been an accident with the roboscorpions in the lab. I have to go, Dorothy! Ta-ta!”

I realize that my head is still open so I shut it. “Would you like a Mentat?”

“Did… did you just pull that out of your head?”

“Where else would I store Mentats?”

“In your pockets! Or- by jove, what even are you?!”

He brandishes a weapon at me. I’m not to worried, though. I calmly put the Mentat packet in the pocket of my pants.

“9mm pistol,” I say. “Based on how heavy it appears to be with you holding it, you only have one to three rounds left in the chamber. It’s in poor condition, and I can smell the adrenaline seeping through your skin, so you’re more likely to miss. And you’ll need more than three bullets to take me out.”

“How did you-?”

“Likewise, I would rather not fight you. You seem like a perfect lab assistant.”

“Lab assistant?”

I roll my eyes and quickly disarm him. One shot goes off but it embeds itself in the wall.

“Sit down,” I say to him. “Drink some water.”

“If it’s also from your skull, then I’d rather not.”

“Suit yourself.” I shrug and sit down next to him. “What’s your name, lobotomite? Do lobotomites have names?”

“I have a name!” he yells with a force not unlike a soda bottle after the soda’s been shook up. “It’s Beagle. Used to be the deputy of this fine town; but well, things change.”

“Fascinating.”

“That guy’s disembodied voice called you Dorothy. Is that your name?”

“That not a name you get to call me,” I can feel my internal fans starting to whirr. “That’s Dr. Mobius’s name for me. You are not Dr. Mobius.”

“Okay? So what should I call you?”

“You can call me Sir.”

He smiles again. “Why Sir?”

“That’s what the Sink’s Central Processing Unit calls me and is the only name I go by that’s not been claimed by a doctor.”

“You’re one strange girl, Sir.”

“Really?” I cock my head to the side again. “The doctors say I’m quite normal.”

“Normal people don’t pull Mentats out of their heads.”

“What else do normal people do?”

His face flushes a delightfully pink color. “You put me on the spot with that one.”

“You’re saying that you don’t have all the answers?”

He chuckles again. “The people in this town don’t necessarily think I’m the smartest person.”

“Come with me, then.” I extend my hand to Beagle. “Be my science deputy.”

He laughs genuinely at that. “What even is a science deputy?”

“It’s a lab assistant, but I renamed it to sound more enticing.”

I pick up his gun and hand it back to him.

He takes it and says, “Well, I can’t have a big mouthed little lady like you roaming the desert alone. I’ll be your science deputy, Sir.”

“Excellent! We’ll start tomorrow. But first,” I pull that packet out of my pocket, “would you like a Mentat?”

#fallout new vegas #old world blues #fallout fanfic #sir of big mt

[coldstar0605]

Anyone interested in an Invader Zim/Phineas and Ferb crossover I wrote notes for but never wrote?

Invader zim/Phineas and ferb

Zim in space

[Perry is trapped in a canary shaped cage]  

Doof: ah, Perry the Platypuses. What a precarious position you've found yourself in. And by precarious I mean 'canary-ous.'… Not gunna lie, this one came to me in a dream and when I was dreaming it was hilarious, but then I woke up and it didn't make any sense. Then I was like, 'I can make it make sense!' And here you are in a canary... Your 'pre-canary-ous' trap.  

 Zim and Doof battle in space

Secret OWCA satellite? Zim and Doof want?

Flyn-Fletcher house

Black object lands in back yard destroying creation of P&F just as Candace gets Mom and Dad outside.

Dad sees object an believes it to be proof of the Black Knight Satellite

Hotel room

Phineas, Ferb, and their dad settling in a rented room

Mr. Fletcher is meeting Prf. Membrane and giving a speech on the mysterious object

Phineas opens suit case to find Perry

P&F take Perry for a walk

Membrane House

Dib Watching Mysterious Mysteries  

Episode on the possible alien origin of the platypus  

                    Artist rendering of platypus alien spaceship

                    Up next interview with Officer X on hyper intelligent  penguins in NY  

Dib doesn’t buy it but curious  

Prf. Membrane tells Dib about Fletcher's  discovery thinking it would interest him and his Para-science  

Street

Dib meets P&F

Dib questions weird  

"He's a platypus; they don't do much."

Dib talks about Zim (Shows photos)

P&F think being a paranormal investigate would be awesome

"Ferb, I know what we're gunna' do today"  

"Hey! Where's your platypus?"

"don't worry, he runs off all the time."

"Oh, really..."

P&F check out Zim's house

Dib tracks Perry

Zim's base

              P&F knock on Zim's door activating Robo-parents(cut)

              Zim returns home and hears Phineas scream and a liquid splatter on the window

              "Robo-Parents, Did they eat another human child?"                Zim enters house to find Phineas ranting in horror about the terrible make-up of the robots

                 "where are your real parents"  

                 "GONE! There-there... Dead, yes, in, uh... the fire! Oh what a tragic past! Let me tell you"

                 (Impromptu flashback) "I was once an normal human stink child. I mean, I still am normal. But I was even more normal then! Look at those  

                 normal human pants."

                "We can't. this is a flashback"

                 "SILNCE!" (Tap water turned his skin green) Poisoned his parents and killed them

                 "Didn't you say they died in a fire?"

                 "oh, yes and then burst into flames or something... OH THE EMOTIONS!"

                 "This poor Kid. He built himself new parents just to have a normal life"

              P&F are convinced Zim is just a sad, sick, orphan and Dib is a bully

              Zim-Phineas-Ferb Red Team

Around town

Dib Finds out Perry is a secret agent

               Follows him to a showdown with Doofenshmirtz

               Doof's flashback about meeting aliens  

              Dib wants to use Doof to out Zim

              "Man kid, you're twisted. Have you ever thought of trying Evil?"

              Doof needs Dibs info to fight Zim                Doof needs to steal invitation from Rodney  

               Hinze-Perry-Dib Blue Team

Zim's base

              P&F Build giant robot using Irken tech

IDK wherever they can meet and work

              Massive NORM?

Outside convention

              Team Red and Blue meet in robots (essentially Doof vs Zim)

              P&F have created such a  monstrosity that even Perry cannot recognize their work

              Phineas leaves robot to run inside

              Perry is horrified to see Phineas

              Perry fights Dib for control to save Phineas

              and I mean fights

              Dib gives up and chases Phineas

Fletcher's speech:

              Phineas tries to reach Dads

              Dib catches up and Tackles Phineas

              Ferb catches up at takes Dib Down

              Perry and Doof arrive back stage

               Fletcher and Membrane chatting backstage (Laurence is terrified of the egotistical psychopath.)

                  Fletcher is about to drink tap water when Phineas knocks is out of his hand

                  "Don't drink the water! You'll turn green and explode!" hands him bottled water

                 Membrane: "Oh, nonsense children, nothing is better for you than water. in fact I've been working on a new 'Super Water'!"

                 Dib: "DAD! Don't listen to them There trying to sabotage--" (something happens and Dib, P&F run off)

                 "I'm so glad our boys are getting along"

              Dib confronts P&F

              Dib tackles P

              M&F break up fight  

              Dib is kicked out!

              Doof tries to stop them but Perry gestures for him to distract Membrane, Fletcher, and the crowd. GIR joins him!

          Phineas: Oh, there you are Perry

           Ferb: Lets never come back here.

           Phineas: You got that too! I'm not just being a jerk! I don't want to come back here either.

          Perry: 'Grrrrrrrr' of agreement

#P&F #Phineas and Ferb #perry the platypus #Dr. Doofenshmirtz #dib #invader zim #Zim #professor membrane #phineas #pnf ferb

[love2write2626]

Our Love in a Rogue Nation

Story Description: 

Ethan Hunt, the best agent IMF has to offer. Ashley Dunn, sister of Benji Dunn is the best field agent consultant IMF has to offer. Ethan Hunt and Ashley Dunn have been together for a while and are very much in love. How will the events of Rogue Nation impact their relationship?

Yes, I chose the character name Ashley... I feel like that name doesn’t get used enough in fanfiction. If you don’t like it you can imagine another name.

Part 2 Part 3

Ashley’s P.O.V

Working for IMF is a lot of fucking work. I am not a field agent, so I don’t put my life on the line everyday but being in the control room puts a lot of stress on the body… it also doesn’t help that my boyfriend is The Best field Agent that IMF has, always putting his life on the line to do what needs to be done. Is it heroic? Yes. Some of the stuff he does, comes close to giving me heart attacks every fucking time.

I’m staring at the monitors watching the current mission that Ethan’s team is on, and it looks like we might have a serious problem. I am listening as William tries to stay calm while he speaks with my brother Benji.

“Benji, Where is Ethan?” William asked my brother, that’s a very good question I haven’t heard from him all day.

“Brandt, I’m kind of in the middle of something”

“Benji, you know the package is still on the plane, right?”

“Yes, I am well aware of that Brandt. We are working on Plan B…actually Plan C”

“Benji, where is Ethan?”

“I don’t know, we are on radio silent at the moment” I looked down at my phone, looked back at William to make sure he was busy, and decided to text Ethan… technically I’m not supposed to have my phone in the control room.

Ethan, babe. Don’t mean to nag… but we could really use your assistance right now. I quickly shoved my phone back into my pocket

“Benji, the plane cannot leave with the package on board”

“We’re working on it” I heard Luther’s voice through the speaker

“Luther? What the hell are you doing there? You’re supposed to be on assignment in Malaysia” William said

“I am in Malaysia… Benji needed my help”

“I don’t need help, I need assistance its totally different” Benji responded

“It’s the same thing Benji” I finally spoke, everyone in the control room looked at me, including William

“Is that Ashley? Tell my nosy sister to do her own job and don’t worry about me” I rolled my eyes, then my phone pinged

I’m close

That was all the message said. I looked up to tell William but decided against it. Clearly there was a reason he was still radio silent.

“Guys, the package is still on the plane” William said

“Yes, we know! We are trying to cripple it remotely”

“You can do that?”

“Yes, if the pilot has left the satellite uplink switched on” Luther said

“Which he has”

“Great! How do you do that?”

“It involves hacking a Russian satellite”

“Guys, I cant authorize that”

“That’s why we didn’t ask” Luther responded again. I looked at the monitor in front of me and sighed

“William? There is a heat signatures showing up here” he walked over and looked at what I was seeing

“Shit, the engines are starting”

“Yes, I can see that, but I can’t do anything till Luther has me connected to the satellite”

“Ok, Benji you are connected”

“Great” I listened to them as they argued on different ways to stop the plane from taking off. All of them not coming up with anything that would work.

“Fuck!” William said angrily “Benji…”

“YES WE KNOW THE PACKAGE IS ON THE BLOODY PLANE!” he yelled completely stressed and annoyed.

“Benji, can you open the door?” I sighed in relief when I heard Ethan’s voice

“Ethan?” William asked “Where are you?”

“I’m by the plane, Benji can you open the door?”

“Maybe?” he said hesitantly “Why?” he asked confused

“I’m going to try to get in” he said “Can you open the door?”

“I think so”

“Benji, you better be sure before Ethan risks his life again” I said suddenly, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. IMF has a zero tolerance for romance in the office… so needless to say we have to be very careful.

“Yes, I know… yes it seems possible for me to open the door”

“Ok, Benji open that door as soon as I tell you” I’m extremely nervous because I am 99.9% sure I know what Ethan is about to do… but I’m really hoping I am wrong because this is extremely stupid. “I’M ON THE PLANE” Ethan yelled

“How did you get in the plane?” Benji asked confused

“I’M NOT IN THE PLANE… I’M ON THE PLANE” he yelled because of the sound of the aircraft. “OPEN THE DOOR” Through Benji’s camara we could see what he was seeing, and I gasped when I saw that Ethan certainly wasn’t lying he is ON the plane, clinging on for dear life

“Ok, I’m working on it” Benji said

“BENJI, OPEN THE DOOR” Ethan yelled again, I am currently holding my breath, hands locked together, I have never been so scared in my life, and Ethan has managed to scare me a few times.

“Benji Open the door right now!” William said

“Benji open the door!” Luther piped in

“I’m trying! C’mon, C’mon” he said “Yes I got it!” we could see on the monitor he had opened the back door I groaned

“BENJI YOU OPENED THE WRONG DOOR, YOU FUCKING IDIOT” I said, I looked back at William, and sighed

“I’m sorry sir, it’s just you know how I get in tense situations” William may be my friend but in the office is till have to call him sir. He just nodded his head and went back to looking at the monitor

“Ok, I got it! I’m opening the side door! How’s that?” he asked, we didn’t hear anything. Assuming he opened the correct door, because we hadn’t heard anything else from Ethan again we were in radio silence.

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We sat in the control room, so silent you could hear a pin drop everyone anxiously waiting… hoping that The mission was a success. Except me I was hoping that the love of my life was ok… so I could be the one to kill him for being so stupid.

After continuously staring at the monitor hoping to get some secure message, or hoping the phone will ring… anything from Ethan I finally decided enough was enough, I needed to get out of there. I need to get some air, I stood up quickly and pushed past William and went outside, to sit by the river. I pulled out my phone and started looking at some photos of Ethan and I together. It makes me happy, I never knew I could love someone so much… and they would return the same feelings.

“Are you ok?” I jumped when I heard William’s voice

“Yeah, sorry just a little bit stressed” I said with a smile

“It’s ok to be worried, he is your boyfriend”

“Yeah I mean… wait what?” I asked

“Benji told me” I sighed

“Of course my big mouth brother would tell you”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to report the relationship. I’ve known you guys have had feelings for each other for a long time”

“He makes me so happy” I said with a smile

“If it’s any comfort, I’m sure he is ok”

“I know he’s ok… he’s Ethan” I said laughing a little, we sat in silence for a moment when William’s phone rang.

“Brandt” he said when he answered it “Ok, sir thank you very much”

“Who was that?” I asked

“The mission was successful, Ethan is ok. He is on the phone waiting to be debriefed” he stood up “Would you like to be in the office when I talk to him?”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to listen to that” he smiled

“I just won’t put the speaker on”

“Then what’s the point of me being in there if I can’t hear anything?” I asked confused

“Because maybe during the phone call… I just might have to use the bathroom. So I won’t know if you were to I don’t know talk to him while I’m gone” I smiled

“Lets go” I said excited

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William didn’t tell Ethan I was in the room, I listened as William asked all the usually debriefing questions. Then after about 10 minutes he said

“Ethan can you excuse me for one moment?” he hit the hold button, and walked out of the room. Once the door was closed, I ran over to his chair and took the phone off of hold

“Brandt?” he asked

“It’s me baby” I said

“Ashley?” he asked, and I could hear a sigh of relief “Are you doing the rest of my debriefing?” he asked in a joking voice

“No, William is letting me talk to you for a few minutes… he knows about us by the way” I said

“How?” he asked confused

“I’ll give you one guess” he sighed

“Benji” he replied

“He promised he won’t say anything”

“I know William won’t” Ethan said  

“I was so worried about you today” I said quickly

“Baby…”

“Ethan, I was so scared something would happen… I was so scared that, we would get a call and you were… and I…” I felt tears in my eyes

“Sweetheart? I’m ok. I promise”

“I know that NOW! I didn’t know that an hour ago when I was sitting at my desk hoping I would see you again”

“I love you angel” he said quietly

“I love you too”

“I promise I will ALWAYS come back to you” he said

“You can’t make that promise”

“I will ALWAYS come back to you” He replied a little more firmly

“When will you be back from London?” I asked

“Hard to say… after this I’m supposed to be going to get my next mission I don’t know when I’ll be back” I frowned

“I miss you so much” I said

“I miss you too baby” he responded so quickly

“Promise me you will be safe… and you will call me whenever you can”

“I promise” he said firmly I looked up when the door opened

“Looks like our times up” I said into the phone “I love you”

“I love you too baby, I’ll see you soon” I stood up and handed the phone to William

“Thanks” I said to him before walking out

#ethan hunt x reader #ethan hunt #original character #original female character #tom cruise #tom cruise running #villans #ilsa faust #luther #william brandt #benji dunn #mission impossible #mission impossible rogue nation #rogue nation #smut

[casp1an-sea]

STAR WARS But Better Part 10

FINAL PART

I know this one is a bit longer but 10 is a nice number so oh well

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

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(Meanwhile Luc finds an empty X-wing)

Luc: Am I supposed to get into this?

Flight crew worker: Where's your flight suit?

Luc: Look you guys have really poor management. I don't know what I’m supposed to be doing.

Flight Crew worker: (Hastily shoves an ugly orange jumpsuit into Luc’s arms) Quick get ready and get in that X-wing. (Points to the one Luc was standing by which now has R2D2 in the droid compartment) Your call sign is Red 5, may the force be with you! (Runs off)

Luc: (Drops the flight suit on the floor) Ew. (Begins climbing into the cramped cockpit of the X-wing, only puting the helmet on because the suit was ugly) This place will be receiving a 1 star review!

(R2 beeps in agreement) [Side note while in the X-wing you can understand R2 because the ship translates his beeps)

Luc: Yeah R2! Agree with me because I’m always right!

(R2 beeps the equivalent of Yeah! Lets blow those MFs out of the sky!)

Luc: Oh! Okay then.

(Luc closes the X-wing hatch and straps into the ship)

Obi-wan: The force will be with you always.

Luc: Gramps? What the heck?! (Looking around but it was only a voice)

(There is no response)

Luc: I’ve got an old grandpa haunting me, that's fun.

(A few moments later the possy of x-wings arrive at the death star which is now only minutes from being in range with the rebel base.)

Red Leader: All fighters report in

Red ten: Red ten standing by

Red seven: Red seven standing by

Biggs: Red three standing by

Porkins: Red six standing by

Wedge: Red two standing by

Red eleven: Red eleven standing by

Luc: Ayo what’s popping!

Red leader: (Sternly) Call sign please

Luc: Red five, Jeez bestie.

Red leader: Lock S-foils in attack position. We’re passing through their magnetic field hold tight… okay switch deflectors on! Double Front!

Luc: (Ignoring every order and pressing random buttons) Uh… they should really provide tutorials for these things. 

(R2 beeps and makes the ship do what it’s supposed to)

Luc: Alright then, you fly, I’ll shoot. (Grasps the gun controls)

(R2 beeps happily and steers the x-wings towards the other X-wings)

(The ships come up on the death star)

Wedge: Look at the size of that thing

Luc: Yhea and I already escaped it because I’m cool like that.

Red Leader: Cut the chatter Red 2 and 5

Luc: Okay mom (Rolls eyes)

(Some war talk between old men who cares it just means the fight is starting)

Luc: (Makes a nose dive toward the action) YEAH LETS MURDER THESE GUYS!

Red Leader: I did not give you author-

Luc: Don’t care bye loser (Speeds off into the fight)

(Luc blows up some satellite dishes or something)

Dude in the Yavin war room: Enemy fighters coming your way pilots.

(A group of tie fighters appear one on Bigg’s tail)

Luc: Big man you got a little something behind you.

Biggs: Where? I can’t see it!

(The tie-fighter fires at biggs and misses)

Biggs: I can’t shake em! (Dives towards the Death star)

Luc: (Leasuraly flying upside down) Man I really have to do everything! (Follows behind the Tie chasing biggs. Luc fires and hits) Yeah take that loser!

(Vader is piloting one of the Ties he breaks off and begins following Luc)

Biggs: Watch it wormie!

Wedge: Careful Luc!

(One of the ties hits luc’s hull)

Luc: Hey, Don't touch me without consent! R2 turn the ship around I need to kill someone

Biggs: Luc you turn around you die

Luc: (Hmph) fine!

Red Leader: Red five where are you?

Luc: Uh trying not to die?

Red leader: Well get over here

Luc: I’m contemplating mutiny

Biggs: They have a fighter on their tail we can’t get over there red leader

Luc: Ugh I can’t shake this stupid fighter

Wedge: I got him! (Shoots the tie and Biggs joins in the blaster fire)

Luc: Jeez, is he dead yet?

Wedge: I think so

Luc: Good.

( Gold leader goes into the tench to try and blow up the death star and dies)

Luc: Wow sucks to suck

Red Leader: Re group

Luc: What if I don’t want to?

Red Leader: I can have you court martialed for insubordination

Luc: Oh I’m definitely committing mutiny! (Reluctantly re groups)

(Red leader goes into the trench to blows up the death star, misses, and dies)

Luc: Yeah and stay dead!

Biggs: What your saying could be considered treason

Luc: Good! I hate him. Once this is over I’m gonna stomp on his grave… Now what?

Wedge: I don’t know you’re the boss

Luc: What? Why?

Biggs: You’re the main character

Luc: Fair enough… uhhhhhh, let’s blow up the death star I guess

Biggs: Alright we're going in

Luc: I can’t decide whether I like being in charge or not, never mind I do. Wedge do a backflip with your X-wing.

Wedge: What?! Were in the middle of a war I could die.

Luc: I don’t care!

Wedge: Fine! (Quickly flips his ship)

(The three dive into the trench, the X-wings following close.)

Wedge: There to close I can’t stay

Luc: Okay coward bye we don’t like you!

(Wedge leaves. Luc gets their shot lined up as the ties close in on Biggs. Vader pulls the trigger and blows up biggs)

Luc: Big man? (Turns and sees he’s dead) Well slay literally.

(3 tie fighters charge down the trench towards luc. Vader is in the middle, his sights locked on the X-wing.

Luc: Great guess I have to be the protagonist now! (Aims toward the exhaust port on the death star getting ready to fire.)

Ghosti-wan: use the force luc…

Luc: (Looks up at the stars seeing no one) Gramps can you stop doing that this is really a bad time?

Ghosti-wan: let go…

Luc: Hey when where you gonna tell me you were suicidal?

Ghosti-wan: LET GO!

Luc: Alright jeez! (Let’s go off the controls) Jesus take the wheel!

Ghosti-wan: No, not literally! Meantaly.

Luc: Well maybe you should try being more clear! (Luc shuts off their targeting computer, grips the guns and closes their eyes allowing the force to flow through them.)

Vader: The force is strong with this one…

Rebel guy in the base: Their computer is off. Luc your targeting computer is off! What’s wrong?

Luc: Nothing! Leave me alone! (returns to the zone)

(Vader locks onto Luc’s ship and fires hitting R2)

Luc: Well guess I have to learn to fly now!

Ghosti-wan: USE THE FORCE

Luc: OKAY! I get it!

 (They close their eyes again and their body subconsciously flies the ship via the force bc Luc is just amazing like that)

(On the death star)

Imperial Officer: Rebel base in range.

Tarkin: You may fire when ready!

(The death star begins powering up seconds away from firing. Will Luc make the shot? Will Vader kill them??? OH THE SUSPENSE!)

Vader: (Lines up a shot) I have you now!

(The two other tie-fighters close in on Luc as well making it impossible to escape)

Luc: Well I guess I die now!

(Suddenly Vader takes a surprise hit from a ship flying in from above sending him spinning through space)

Vader: What.

(The Falcon flies above the trench. It dives into the trench on a crash course with the remaining tie fighters. Scared the pilots fall for the trick and accidentally crash into each other as they try to evade the Falcon)

Han: (Over the Com) Yahoo! You’re all clear kid now let's blow this thing and go home!

(Luc stretches out with the force and at the last second fires. Both torpedoes make it in and the two ships fly away from the death star as fast as they can. Flying through space with the giant explosion behind them.)

(As they fly back to the base)

Han: Great kid! That shot was 1 in a million!

Ghosti-wan: Remember the force will be with you… always…

Luc: Yeah great I blew up the death star but can someone please tell this ghost to stop stalking me and giving me cryptic messages! It’s kinda annoying.

Han: What?!

Luc: Nevermind your brain would never be able to process the information

Han: I feel like that's an insult

Luc: I don’t know

(The ships land back on Yavin four with the rest of the rebels bc somehow not everyone died)

Leia: Luc! Luc! Luc!

(She throws her arms around both Han and Luc. Luc is disgusted and attempts to get away from Leia's grasp.)

Luc: (Peals Leia’s arm off of them) We’re not that close! DON’T touch me!

Leia: Oh I’m sorry. I’m just excited! We actually did it!

Han: We? What did you do?

Leia: Alright fine Luc actually did it!

Han: Hey!

Luc: Yeah that’s right! Han doesn’t exist!

Leia: (To Han) I will say I’m shocked you came back

Han: Hey I wasn’t gonna let them have all the glory

Luc: Chewie talked him into it

Han: Well maybe… but I’m here nonetheless.

Leia: (Sarcastically) I’m so happy! 

Han: Hey what’d I do

Leia: I’m kidding I’m glad you came back

Luc: I’m not!

(He ignores Luc’s remark, turning to Threepio who is running around frantically)

Threepio: OH DEAR OH DEAR! R2 why must you always get yourself into trouble!

Han: What’s wrong with him?

Luc: His bestie got shot

Threepio: Sir Sir! Do you think they can repair him? I’ll gladly donate any parts he may need.

Luc: I don’t know I’m not a mechanic why are you asking me? Still I like that little guy. TECHNICIAN?!

Technician: He’ll be fine

Threepio: Oh thank the maker!

Luc: Threepio you should audition for a soap opera

Threepio: Oh I’m not very good at performing sir.

Luc: Mhm…

  (Luke, Han, and Chewbacca enter the huge ruins of the main 

               temple. Hundreds of troops are lined up in neat rows. Banners 

               are flying and at the far end stands a vision in white, the 

               beautiful Princess Leia. Luc and the others solemnly 

               march up the long aisle and kneel in front of the princess (Except for Luc who definitely stands). From 

               one side of the temple marches a shined-up and fully repaired 

               Artoo-Detoo. He waddles up to the group and stands next to 

               an equally pristine Threepio, who is rather awestruck by the 

               whole event. Chewbacca is confused (Why? Idk that’s just what the script says). Dodonna and several other 

               dignitaries sit on the left of Princess Leia. Leia is 

               dressed in a long white dress and is staggeringly beautiful.  

               She rises and places a gold medallion around Han's neck. He 

               winks at her. )

Luc: (mumbles) EW

(She then repeats the ceremony with Luc. They turn and face the assembled 

               troops, who all bow before them.

Luc: YES BOW TO ME PEASANTS! 

(Chewbacca growls and R2 beeps with happiness. Luc notices that Chewie does not have a medal. They have a genius Idea. They walk away from their position in the middle of the ceremony and go over to Han. Han gives them a confused look then they grab Han’s medal and rip it from his neck)

Han: (Trying to get his medal back from the gremlin) Hey! What’s the big Idea.

(Luc happily skips over Chewie's attempts to put it around Chewie's neck, decides they're too short and hands it to him instead.)

Luc:(Hands chewie the medal)  Here! (Innocent smile)

(Chewie puts the medal on shrugging as Han stands shocked behind his friend. Luc returns to their spot as if nothing happens and there is some awkward silence followed by awkward clapping and finally and that’s where our story ends… for now.)

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@krenenbaker @elenauaurs @the-banana-0verlord @edith-is-a-cat @dove-da-birb

@theosb0rnway

I excluded anyone who didn’t specify a fandom let me know if you’d like to be added or removed

@sunshinechildskywalker, @xentari94 your not on my tag list but it’s Star Wars so I thought you might like it

#star wars #star wars au #fan fiction #Xe.Lu.Le :) #original trilogy #re writes 🦈

[lurking-latinist]

reviving a meme I previously got from @swinging-stars-from-satellites

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

158 (one currently unrevealed).

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

103,185. I cracked 100k recently!

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

All the Doctors Who + Gallifrey + Iris Wildthyme + The Time Travellers + GoR etc.; Ancient Greek Religion & Lore; WtOVPIC; Blake’s 7; Dracula; Discworld; Windrose Chronicles & Sun-Cross series also by Barbara Hambly (one crossover); All Creatures Great and Small; Lost at Christmas, heaven help me. That makes nine as I count it. Most only for one small thing or crossover.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Skipping kudos bot victims:

Ms Smith (13 and Sarah, fun with fake names)

don’t worry, he’s with me (Ten and Donna five-times-fic)

Vicarious (Six & Martha drabble)

Time Flies Like an Arrow (witches fly on a broomstick) (Discworld, Lancre Witches, having a philosophical conversation about time) (I have come to detest this title but I’m glad people enjoyed the fic)

to all our nights and days to come (Seven/Romana Time War AU)

It’s helpful to include extremely popular, well-known characters in your fics. Or, apparently, to write a slightly darker twist on your rarepair OTP and happen to plug it one day on a relevant popular post.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I do, because I love getting comments and I am always genuinely grateful to hear that someone has enjoyed my work!

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Wow, last time I did this meme I said it was That Which We Call. That’s changed. It might actually be to all our nights and days to come, or else one of the Six-post-Trial ones.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Apparently! But not much, and not well.

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

Nope, touch wood.

9, Do you write smut?

Not my thing.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! @sci-firenegade translated Making History into Portuguese! It is so cool.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Sort of, with Moki! We more tend to write sequels to each other’s stuff, but we also have listed ourselves as co-authors on a couple of things.

13. All time fav ship?

Seven/Romana.

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Never say die! Probably the Eight/Charley babyfic AU, though. If I go back to it it’ll be as a very different writer and I’ll probably want to rework what exists and it’ll be technically a different fic.

15. Writing strengths?

Character voices & dialogue. Also, focalization. I always know what A thinks of B and what B notices about A, which is hilarious as I absolutely do not know any of this in real life.

16. Writing weaknesses?

Used to be length; I’m still very brief but I feel like I have more control over the length of a fic now. Like it comes out more or less the length I expect it to; I can tell what size something’s gonna be. Probably now I would just say plot. I’m not great at Things Occurring. And like everybody else I get hung up on how to describe basic actions like walking across a room.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Don’t do it if you can’t get the other language right (as well as how code-switching actually tends to work). Also, translation convention exists for a reason. Probably don’t pull an ‘opening lines of War and Peace’ unless you are in fact Tolstoy, in which case you don’t need my writing advice. Nothing inherently wrong with it though.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Officially, DW. Unofficially, probably something as a kid before I knew fandom existed. Redwall or something.

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

to all our nights and days to come, probably.

Not tagging anyone, but memes are for stealing!

[dnvrsmedia]

Satellite

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count : 818

Summary: After a long line of people misusing your love, Wanda is there to pick up the pieces. *Inspired by the song Satellite by Harry Styles*

Authors note: This is very much self indulgent & kinda very bad so don’t mind me. My mental health has been not the greatest so this is really just a vent post. My requests are open if anyone would like me to write something ! Take care of yourselves <3

you do not have my permission to repost my material and claim it is yours. that is plagerism.

likes and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated !

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With your floormate being Wanda, she sensed something was wrong. She never likes to listen in on others thoughts without their permission, yet she couldn’t help it. Your thoughts being too loud and distressing for her to ignore. She is grateful for accidentally listening as she hears the scream. Thinking the worst, Wanda rushes to your room. Wanda has watched in the shadows as this person who broke your heart strung along. It has hurt her every time to see you like this. Putting on a brave face for her and your friends, breaking down the moment you are alone. Yet she never grew the courage to take control and tell you about her feelings. After tonight, she decides it’s time for a change.

“Detka? Open up for me, okay? It’s me.” You hear Wanda’s gentle voice through the door as you try to compose yourself. You step on broken shards with no care as your expression reflects the numbness you crave. You open the door as your eyes don’t even lock with the witch.

“Oh, honey…” Is all you hear before you break down into her arms. Whispers of ‘you’re okay’ and ‘i’m here’ amongst others were spoken into your ear as Wanda cradles you into her arms. She doesn’t even care about the mess or that you’ll need to go shopping for new furniture. All of her attention is put into mending your broken heart.

“I can see you’re lonely, don’t you know that I am right here?” Wanda speaks as you start to calm down.

“Why don’t you see that none of these people are worth your time? They don’t deserve you or your attention. You can do so much better, baby. So much better.” You lift your head to look Wanda in the eyes for the first time that night.

“Like who?” You ask with a glint of hope in your eyes.

“Me. It’s always been me and I am so sorry for letting you go on this long without knowing that I want you. I want to wake up in the morning knowing that you’re mine. I want to brag about you and your accomplishments because you are the most amazing person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I have just been waiting for you to come to me so I could pull you in, yet I should have done the chasing.”

Your breath hitches. This isn’t right. Why does she want you?

“Why do you care about me?” You ask out of curiosity. “That’s not something people just do. You know that.” Wanda looks genuinely hurt at this question. You’ve never seen this amount of love in someone’s eyes. Not when they’re looking into yours.

“Because…because I know I love you. I love everything about you and I have hopelessly fallen for you. I promise that I mean every word I say. I plan on making you believe me until my last breath. I love you, darling.” Wanda whispers as she leans in to connect your plump-from crying-lips.

The kiss is filled with passion yet a love like you’ve never felt before. You weren’t left feeling used or drained. Wanda was a force that breathed life back into you

#wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #mcu angst #sapphicdaya #fic #wanda maximoff fics #marvel #mcu #marvel imagine #marvel blurb #wanda maximoff blurb #hurt/comfort #wanda maximo’s hurt/comfort #Spotify

[skepticalarrie]

I posted 19,391 times in 2022

That's 7,013 more posts than 2021!

5,934 posts created (31%)

13,457 posts reblogged (69%)

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I tagged 17,204 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#0 - 1,053 posts

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#lt tour - 2,094 posts

#love on tour - 848 posts

#you are home - 228 posts

#coachella - 202 posts

#fitf promo - 199 posts

#lol - 184 posts

#faith in the future - 169 posts

#harry’s house - 149 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#is that he’s going to cause an absolute hysteria and i’m not sure if he’s going to be able to ignore that afterwards and go back to his pas

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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911 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#4

Harry saying his house right now is just piles of things he's trying to sort through and clear the space. So the woman has the heart to ask him why and if he's a messy person and he just goes ☺️ No I don't think I am ☺️

I wonder who is messy and made Harry's life a living hell before going on tour for the most part of the year

x

950 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#3

"I've been really open about my sexuality to my friends" said no straight person ever.

1,039 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#2

Pleaaaaseee Harry’s face at the end 😭😭

LOL what I love about Liam is that he knows exactly how to get under Louis' skin, and that's using Harry to tease him. It works every single time ahahah I wonder if this still happens between them so many years later!

If I wasn't a larrie already I feel like these kinds of videos would be the ones that would make me really consider the entire thing, the way Louis reacts when Liam uses Harry to tease him is so obviously about jealousy, and there are SO MANY videos just like this one. You literally can't brush off his reaction as something else. But I suppose some people are just blind and refuse to see what is literally right in front of their eyes.

1,401 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I originally didn’t pay that much attention to Satellite because int didn’t seem as lyrically complex as other songs, but after listening to it a few times, I keep thinking about the lines in Habit, “Took some time cause I ran out of energy/playing someone I heard I’m supposed to be” and “You gave me the time and the space/I was out of control and I'm sorry, I let you down.” I hear Satellite talking about someone who seems to have taken some space to figure themself out until they’re ready to talk things through, and Harry reassuring them that he’s always right there waiting for them to pull him back, that he’s never far and will be there to catch them. They shouldn’t worry, he’s stuck in their orbit (the habit that he can’t break?) and he’s not going anywhere. *cries in an uncool way*

oh my fUCKING GOD

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[partiallystarsif]

I’ve been quiet here a long time, huh.

I apologize for that, and thank you all for your patience. For those who don’t follow my other blogs, I got sick at the beginning of the year and have been fighting my way back to something that feels normal ever since. I think I’m close to it again finally, and have been trying to get back to work on both Speaker and Partially Stars.

As a peace offering and a gift for waiting so long for me, I present: a playlist. 26 songs, featuring 2 for each crewmember plus a few others!

(Here on Spotify)

The game should be along before much longer as well. Just a bit more coding to do 🖤

Track list below the cut:

01. Satellite Call - Sara Bareilles You may find yourself in the dead of night / Lost somewhere up there in the great big beautiful sky

02. No Plan - Hozier There's no plan, there's no race to be run / The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the sun

03. [Akina] I'll Be Good - Jaymes Young I'll be good, I'll be good / And I'll love the world, like I should / Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good / For all of the times that I never could

04. [Akina] Different Kind of Knight - Christian Kane See I'm a different kind of knight / You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies / I don't have a white horse / But you can come along for the ride.

05. [Ahmed] Fake Happy - Paramore See I'm gonna draw my lipstick wider than my mouth / And if the lights are low they'll never see me frown

06. [Ahmed] Fistfight - The Ballroom Thieves The day I finally met you like I knew I would / You raised me from the wreck of my doubt / You were smiling to yourself as if we both understood / The silent language of the anguish of a heart that sings but doesn't make a sound

07. [Q] Outside Of This Town - Christone "Kingfish" Ingram I'm so tired of doing the same old thing / Shooting for the highest star / Want people to remember my name

08. [Q] Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay Where d'you wanna go? / How much you wanna risk? / I'm not looking for somebody / With some superhuman gifts

09. [Sun] On To The Next - Tyler Bryant & The Shakedown I got nothing to lose / Nothing to hide, nothing to prove / Put your money in your mouth, roll the dice, make a bet / Stack up your chips, watch me push 'em off the edge

10. [Sun] Start a Fire - Ryan Star Here we go / Just lose control and let your body give in / To the beat / Of your heart as my hand touches your skin / Is this love / Or just sexual desire / We're gonna start a fire

11. [Mack] Still Breathing - Green Day As I walked out on the ledge / Are you scared to death to live? / And I've been running all my life / Just to find a home that's for the restless / And the truth that's in the message / Making my way away, away

12. [Mack] Love Sneakin' Up On You - Bonnie Raitt I gotta know, do you feel the same? / Do you just light up at the mention of my name? / Don't worry baby, it ain't nothin new / That's just love sneakin up on you

13. [CJ] Watch Me While I Bloom - Hayley Williams If you feel like you're never gonna reach the sky / 'Til you pull up your roots, leave your dirt behind / Mmh, baby you got a lot of shit to learn

14. [CJ] In Your Eyes - Gavriel All I know is I can't get you off my mind / I'm still unsure if uncertainty is certain doom / Then it goes right back to you / And I can't remember being blue

15. [Smith] Heaven's Got A Back Door - Dead Sara I'm through feeling sorry / For the things that I can't choose / If I made it this far being who I am / Maybe heaven's got a back door too

16. [Smith] One Woman Man - John Legend From the moment that I met you / Knew that I would never let you / Slip away, it's okay / You can make me / A one woman man

17. [Harper] All I Really Want - Alanis Morissette And all I really want is some patience / A way to calm the angry voice / And all I really want is deliverance

18. [Harper] Like Real People Do - Hozier I will not ask you where you came from / I will not ask you and neither would you / Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips / We should just kiss like real people do

19. [Walker] I'm With You - Avril Lavigne I'm looking for a place / I'm searching for a face / Is anybody here I know / 'Cause nothing's going right / And everything's a mess / And no one likes to be alone

20. [Walker] Wicked Game - Chris Isaak What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way / What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

21. [REDACTED] My Way - PVRIS I don't ever fight, just blow a kiss / And I got two fists but I'm a pacifist / I'd rather stay high and just take, take, take the hit

22. [REDACTED] As Long As You Love Me - The Backstreet Boys And how you got me blind is still a mystery / I can't get you out of my head / Don't care what is written in your history / As long as you're here with me

23. [Stowaway] Man In The Box - Alice In Chains I'm the man in the box / Buried in my shit / Won't you come and save me? / Save me

24. [Stowaway] Sweet Surrender - Sarah McLachlan It doesn't mean much / It doesn't mean anything at all / The life I've left behind me is a cold room / I've crossed the last line / From where I can't return / Where every step I took in faith betrayed me / And led me from my home

BONUS 25. Firefly Main Title - Sonny Rhodes

26. The Real Folk Blues - Mai Yamane

#partially stars game #the last two songs are just because they're fun #and so are the stowaway songs really #redacted will remain such until they're introduced in the first episode (SOON I PROMISE) #posting this at 2:30am like the vampire I am so I'll reblog later at normal people hours too

[skottkornell]

“There’s an abundance of Radio Frequency around my peace.”

The problem keeping human progress stagnant is the epidemic of the private-use sales of satellite base stations and subscriptions to Live View satellites. This infrastructure allows for the directed energy attacks and microwave auditory effect “artificial ESP”; Brain-to-Brain and Brain-to-Computer Interface communications for the installation and downloading of Artificial Intelligence. The brains receptors become aware of the RF radiation and signal beamed into the auditory receptors of the target brain; composed of the same electrical signal that narrates the brains thoughts in one’s mind. This is where the sensors learn to pick up on microwave audio from point to point direction beaming like a walkie talkie; but more like telepathy as the conversation is being had between two people. The private ownership of once military only equipment creates an open-end platform for one’s rights and life to be interrupted and destroyed. As any good intentions invention can; the criminal use of this technology is growing at a faster rate than governments can handle or evolve, putting too many lives at stake. This means people are cooping and learning military processes such as MK-Ultra, Disambiguation, Human Targeting, Human Trafficking, and severe abuse usually resulting in the most fatigued death possible. The victim can’t get away from these attacks. They often times seek help or asylum and get misdiagnosed with schizophrenia and are then medicated. The medications render the victim useless; a lot of times placed in the care of others. This is often times the victims attackers who conveniently take this role on as they then get control of the victims life leading to financial abuse and life insurance targeting amongst a community; and eventually murdered or “suicided”. This is something high end business administration personnel and military families know well. The rest of us just had to wait to be attacked to understand. I warn you; there is no greater hell. I was attacked by this technology after my girlfriend passed away (come to find out she was targeted too). It took about six months to solve this crime; trace it back to the attackers, and put in an FBI investigation completed. I heard no correspondence; so I put in several more and called on several occasions. I was hung up on; and at one point I was just quickly told the name of the attacker; and hung up on. The problem I found was that it was also coming from an Army and an Air Force Satellite. The reason for this was that the attacker has a first cousin and an ex father in law with career servicemen with extensive satellite base station experience. This was causing the lack of correspondence it turns out; so I put in a few CIA tips and reached out to the US Marshals. Still this same lack of service called law and order that I had been paying my hard earn taxes for. I was dumbfounded they allow this to go on. By this time; the defamation and targeting had taken its toll on my job search and I couldn’t make a dime to survive and almost froze to death. This is when I knew; Because when I tried to buy a plane ticket; prices were triple for me only! I verified this. Why me? I’m an inventor, engineer, and entrepreneur with a lot of value that has been stolen from me. I am at a loss. I seeked asylum in the UK and it turns out to be the same way; in fact; better signal quality. I have reached out to migrant help and the UK government. Nothing. I have tried Interpol. I’ve tried rallying other governments. I’ve delegated heavy red futures on the stock market and am rallying a brute force economy crash and property buyout with offshore investors to hopefully leverage some Justice and Victims funds and an apology from the United States. I see you. Yeah I know what you are doing!

[priestessofspiders]

It Only Looks Like A House

You may have seen my name and face on the news. You may have heard that I’m missing, that my car was found abandoned on 5th street, and that nobody has heard from me since. Police may have tried to trace my phone, but I doubt they will find any useful data. I don’t know where I am, but I’m sure it is far beyond the scope of the authorities.

I’ve been an urban explorer for years. For those not in the know, that’s a fancy term for someone who breaks into old buildings for fun. There’s just something about standing in a place that is abandoned, somewhere that hasn’t been lived in for years, which fascinates me. There is a subtle uncanniness to it, something just ever-so-slightly off about being in a place that was meant to be used, but has been abandoned for a long time.

I’ve explored old sanitariums, hospitals, schools, malls, and a handful of stores. I tend to avoid houses and apartment buildings, since those are usually more likely to have nosy neighbors call the cops. But when I saw the house on 5th street, I couldn’t help myself.

The building itself looked old, with a gothic style like something out of an old ghost story. It seemed to fit in the middle ground between mansion and house, barely fitting in the space between the buildings next to it. It looked completely abandoned, with all of the windows boarded up, the lawn completely dead, and a sign with the word “foreclosed” stuck to one of the walls.

It wasn’t so much how the house itself looked, and more the fact that it wasn’t there the day before. It sounds impossible right? But its true. I’d never noticed it before, so I looked up the property on the web, using street view on an online maps site to take a look. It wasn’t there. Its not like there was an empty lot or a different house, its like it just sprung up overnight, pushing other houses out of the way. I had no idea how it even fit there, its not like the street was suddenly longer, or a house was missing. It was as if it had always been there, regardless of how impossible that was. At first I was fairly hesitant to enter the building. It was in a residential area for one thing, and also it was fundamentally an impossibility. Was there some kind of cover up for this building? I was half expecting there to be some top secret government lab hidden underneath it, all records of its existence erased from satellite data, city records, and online databases. But I had to know, it would eat away at me for the rest of my life if I didn’t at least look into it. On the next day I had off from work, I packed up my gear and got ready to enter the house. I decided to go at night, figuring that the less people were awake the better. I packed a flashlight, spare batteries, a water bottle, some pepper spray, my cellphone, and a first aid kit. I had no idea what to expect, so I decided to go as prepared as I could. When I arrived at the house on 5th street, I had this really weird feeling, like I was standing on the surface of another planet. It felt wrong, as if I was a magnet being pushed against another magnet of the same polarity. I tried to shrug it off, to tell myself I was just nervous, and I walked up to the front door. I expected it to be locked, that I’d need to go around the back and see if there was a back way in, but to my surprise, the door pushed open. I didn’t even need to twist the doorknob, in fact, when I did it didn’t budge. A closer glance made me realize that the knob itself had no mechanism, it didn’t control a bolt. The door was simply closed via friction. The doorknob wasn’t even made of metal, it was just a piece of wood painted metallic gold. I turned on my flashlight, stepping into the entryway of the house. I expected it to smell of mold, decay, but to my surprise the scent it most closely reminded me of was that odor new cars have. I looked around, observing my surroundings. The inside was in surprisingly good condition, given the dilapidated appearance of the exterior. The walls were carved wood panels, and the floor seemed to be polished hardwood. A staircase led up the second floor, and there were a few doors leading to other parts of the house. I figured it would be safer to try the first floor to begin with, and so I picked one of the doors at random and opened it. Like the front door, there was no mechanism to the door knob, I couldn’t twist it, just pulling it caused it to open. I wondered how nobody had broken into this place already, given that there was evidently no way to lock the front door. The room I entered seemed to be a dining area, with a number of wooden chairs arranged around a long table. At the far wall was a painting of a familiar looking house. Inspecting it closer, I realized it was a less decayed version of the building I was currently standing in. It struck me as rather odd to have a painting of your own house hanging on the wall, but rich people can be a bit eccentric, so I didn’t pay it too much mind. I was confused as to how well furnished everything was, usually people take most of the furniture when they leave, and when they don’t what is left behind is quickly stolen or destroyed. I looked closer at one of the chairs, admiring the craftsmanship. I tried to pull it closer to me, to get a better look, but it wouldn’t budge. Confused, I knelt down next to it, trying to see what was keeping it held in place. To my surprise, I realized that the whole thing seemed like it was a part of the floor itself, as if it was all carved from one solid piece of wood. I tried to find a seam or signs of glue, nails, anything to indicate that the floor and the chair had originally been separate, but I couldn’t. It looked almost as if it had grown out of the house itself. That feeling of magnetic repulsion came back again. This house felt… wrong. If I was smarter, I would have turned and left right then and there. But I needed to know what the Hell was going on. I proceeded further into the house, opening up another door that led out of the dining room. This one took me into what seemed to be a library. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with volumes of all shapes and sizes… or so I thought. Moving closer to one of the shelves, I noticed that none of the books actually had titles on their spines, they were all just blank. I tried to pick one out, but I found it wouldn’t budge. The books were part of the shelf itself, just like with the chairs in the dining room. “Who the Hell built this place?” I muttered to myself, profoundly puzzled. Then I heard the sound of wood creaking behind me. I wheeled around, startled, seeing a door slowly being pushed open. I shone my flashlight, trying to get a look at who was opening it. “Who’s there?” I shouted, trying to control the fear in my voice. There was no response, and the door just continued to slowly creak as it opened ever wider. I reached for the pepper spray and got it ready, holding my flashlight in the other hand. Then I saw what was coming through the doorway and screamed. It was human in general shape, but it seemed half-formed, artificial, like a mannequin carved from a lump of clay. It looked like it was wearing a suit of some kind, but even at a glance I could tell that its clothes were actually just part of its body. The thing had no face, just loose indentations and protrusions where features would appear on a human being. A small lump for a nose, a slight crease where a mouth should be, slight hollows for eye sockets. Bizarrely, its head inflated and deflated slightly as it moved, like the thing’s lungs were kept in there. Its hands were just lumps with stubby thumbs sticking out, with no differentiated fingers and no nails.

Shaking in fear, I aimed the pepper spray and pressed down on the nozzle, releasing a cloud of the fluid directly at its face. The thing didn’t even flinch, it just started to stumble towards me clumsily, like a deer first learning to walk. I dropped the pepper spray and began to run, pushing through the door and sprinting back through the dining room. I rushed for the entryway, desperately trying to get out of the house, but when I got there, the door was gone. In its place was just a wall, with a painting of a house on it. I tried to rip the painting off the wall, grasping at the frame, only to find that like the books and the chairs, the painting was a part of the house itself, seemingly grown from the wall. I could hear more shuffling footsteps coming from behind me. Thinking quickly, I guessed that the thing might have some difficulty going up stairs, so I swiftly ran up to the second floor, taking two steps at a time. My heart was pounding, my face covered in sweat. I had no idea what was happening, the only thing I knew was that I had to survive, I had to escape this house. Once I reached the top of the stairs, I peered down, trying to catch a glimpse of my pursuer. I saw the half-formed monstrosity continue to shamble its way after me, pausing for a moment in front of the stares. A glimmer of hope flared inside my chest, perhaps this thing couldn’t ascend the stairs. It shuffled away, opening up a door and stepping through, closing it behind it. I sighed with relief, allowing myself to relax, just a little. Then I heard a door creaking open from right behind me. I turned around just in time to see the faceless thing begin to shuffle out of the doorway before I shrieked in fear and took off running down a random hallway. As I fled, my brain began to process details that I hadn’t initially noticed, things that I took for granted. Every so often there would be a painting on the wall, but it would always be the same image of the house viewed from outside. Every door was exactly the same, down to the scratches and imperfections of the wood. Occasionally there would be what looked like a rug placed on the floor, but it had the same hardness of the rest of the wooden floor. This house was wrong. I rounded a corner and stopped, trying to open one of the identical doors, hoping maybe I might be able to find a hiding spot inside, but it wouldn’t budge. Looking closer, I realized that it wasn’t a door at all, just a part of the wall that was carved to look like a door. I cursed and kept running as I heard the shuffling footsteps from behind me. It couldn’t have caught up that quickly, could it? My lungs were starting to burn now, it felt like I had been fleeing for hours. The upper floor seemed to be nothing but endless corridors, full of twists and turns and identical doors. As I continued my flight, the architecture seemed to break down. Doors would be installed sideways on the wall, paintings lying on the floor. At one point I tried one of the doors again, only to find an exact duplicate of the library from before, with my faceless pursuer within, shuffling towards me. I was half-tempted to just let it catch me, but the primal need to survive overpowered my urge to be free of the chase, and I shut the door instead, jogging as fast as I could. Once I tried to jump through a window. Bright sunlight seemed to emanate from it, despite the fact that it should have been the dead of night, but as I slammed my shoulder into it, I fell backwards in pain. Touching the “window” with my hand, I found it was just more wood, simply emitting light like the bioluminescence of a deep sea fish. I almost wept with relief when I saw a staircase. It was a big spiral one, with steps leading both up and down. My heart dropped when I got closer. Peering down, the staircase seemed to descend down forever, a bottomless pit. There were no other landings as far as I could see. Looking up, the staircase further ascended upwards into infinity. The creak of a door opening followed by shuffling footsteps emerged from behind me, and I quickly jerked around to see how far away my pursuer was. It was only about 15 feet behind me. I eyed the endless pit nervously as I backed up slowly, my back pressing against the wooden railing. The bizarre mockery of a human form stumbled towards me, its wrinkled skin barely approximating the appearance of a suit. Its head continued to pulsate slightly as it shuffled. I wondered how the thing could even know where I was, given it had no visible sensory organs to speak of. With each pulse of its head it inched closer towards me, its blobby hands reaching up as if to strangle me. As it was only inches away from my throat, I quickly ducked down and moved around behind it, kicking the thing in the back as hard as I could. The thing was surprisingly heavy, but the only helped it to crash through the wooden railing and tumble down the endless stairwell. I peered over the edge and saw it flailing slightly as it fell, eventually so far away I couldn’t even see it anymore. I hoped that would keep it off my tail for at least a few hours. I felt unimaginably tired, and started trying some of the doors on the walls, eventually finding a real one that led into a bedroom. There was a four poster bed, some cabinets, and, of course, a painting of a house. I laid down on the bed, only to find that, like everything else in this house, it was simply a wooden replica, the seemingly comfortable blankets and pillows rigid and cold. My thoughts raced as I tried to understand what was going on here. I began to fully process that this house was bigger on the inside than on the outside. The endless staircase was proof enough of that, as were the seemingly infinite hallways I had been running down. The layout itself could change, given that the door I initially entered from had vanished. I began to wonder if there truly would be any way to get out of this place. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I still didn’t feel safe here even without my pursuer, but fatigue set in against my will. I awoke to an uncomfortable sensation of pinching on my legs. I sat up, shining my flashlight, and almost shrieked with fear. The wooden imitation of the bed was starting to grow around me, expanding to cover me like an amoeba consuming prey. The wood was starting to tightly press against my legs, causing the discomfort which awoke me. I wrenched myself free, bruising my legs slightly with the effort, and left the room in a hurry. I continued to wander the empty hallways, periodically illuminated by the not-windows of luminescent wood. I started to look through my belongings, trying to think of anything that could help me. Reaching into the first aid kit, I found a pair of metal scissors, which gave me an idea. Approaching one of the not-windows, I gripped the scissors in my hand and started pounding it into the wood, using the point of the scissors like a chisel. I kept digging into it for several minutes, eventually getting a fairly sizable hole cut into the glowing panel. Finally, I felt the hard rigidity of the wood give way, and my scissors pierced something soft. Looking closer, I felt like I was going to vomit. Sticky red liquid begin to leak from the hole I had dug, and I could see pinkish flesh about 3 inches past what I had thought was wood. It wasn’t wood at all. It was chitin. I was trapped inside of something alive.

Knowing that I couldn’t rest or I’d be absorbed into whatever this Hellish mockery of a home was, I just started to aimlessly wander, trying to keep moving. The half-formed humanoid creature didn’t come back, so I figured it must still be falling down that stairwell, unable to reach a door to step through and appear behind me. The deeper I went into the house, the stranger it became. The horizontal doorways and paintings on the floor were just the beginning of this place’s deterioration into incomprehensibility. Sometimes there would be a 6 way intersection, with corridors going North, South, East, West, as well as up and down. The corridors just continued on as normal, doors on the walls, glowing not-windows, the occasional rug, but at a 90 degree angle. I tossed one of the bandages from my first aid kit down one once, wondering if maybe gravity would be relative to the corridor’s own “floor”, but it just fluttered down. Sometimes opening up a door would lead to bizarre conglomerations of different rooms. Dining rooms with a bookshelf laying flat on the floor instead of a table. A sitting room whose walls seemed to be made of bed sheets. A bathroom with a fireplace instead of a sink. I passed a couple more endless stairwells, and at one point something fell down past me. I didn’t get a good look at it, the thing must have been falling at terminal velocity, but I’d bet money it was the faceless thing that had been following me, still falling forever. There was no way of knowing how long I had been wandering when I found the backpack. My stomach cramped, my mouth felt dry, and I had long since drunk the last of my water. Every muscle in my body ached, and I felt like I hadn’t slept in days. More than once I had considered just lying down and accepting my fate, letting go peacefully rather than continuing on. As I rounded yet another corner, I saw something sticking halfway out of the floor, in the slow process of being absorbed into the architecture. It was red, made of some sort of fabric, and quickly I ran up to it and ripped it out of the floor, opening the zipper and rummaging inside it, searching desperately for supplies. Contained within was a sketchbook and some pencils, a couple granola bars, and a can of soda. I started to tear up with relief. It was only then that I noticed the hand sticking out of the floor, the faint outline of a human form visible through the not-wood. My relief turned to sickness as I retched, realizing that lying in front of me, slowly being absorbed into the floor, was another human being. There was no way I could have cut them out, no way I could get them free. And even if there was, their whole face was covered up by now, was there even any way they could still be breathing? After running away with the backpack and its contents, I opened up the sketchbook and looked inside, eating one of the granola bars and greedily drinking the soda. The date on the first page said 2022. I first entered the house in 2015. I have no idea how this is possible. I obviously haven’t survived in here for 7 years, I haven’t slept since I passed out in the bedroom, and I only recently was able to eat anything. But I have a theory, a vague idea as to what is going on. I’ve already established that this house is a living organism, the blood and flesh behind the fake wood proves that much. Clearly this thing operates outside of the normal understanding of space as well, what with it being larger on the inside and possessing seemingly infinite stairwells leading up and down forever. I think that this thing is an extradimensional predator. That’s how it was able to suddenly appear in the street when there was no space for it, it just bent space around itself so it could fit, so it could lure in victims. Its not a perfect imitation, it can only seem to mimic wood, that’s why everything in the house has the same texture, just different coloration. I think it lures people inside, sends one of those faceless things after them, and then absorbs the body to sustain itself. I’m not sure how an organism this large can survive just on the occasional urban explorer, but its the only thing that makes sense. My guess is that it can travel through time as well as space. I bet that the house isn’t there anymore in 2015, it must have vanished shortly after I walked inside. It must have appeared again in 2022, and got the poor bastard whose sketchbook I’ve been using to write this down. I’ve read somewhere that every year about 2700 missing persons cases in the United States go unsolved, how many of them were taken by this thing? Does it just have to appear in the suburbs, or is anywhere fair game? Could it appear in the middle of the woods, waiting for lost hikers to wander in looking for shelter? Whats to stop it from just appearing as a door inside someone’s house? It it even limited to this planet, this universe? I’m going to tear out these pages of the sketchbook I’ve been writing in, crumple them up in a ball, and toss them down one of the infinite stairwells when I next find one. Its a slim chance, but maybe, just maybe, this will reach someone on the outside world. This thing has to have an excretory system, right? If you see a house matching the description I’ve given, don’t go in it. Its not worth it. My name is Felicia Martinez, and the name I saw written in the sketchbook was Robert Doyle. Remember us.

#Horror fiction #Horror #Horror story

[nickgerlich]

Take My Money

Like the flu in winter spreading from person to person, it seems that all of the streaming services have the same bug: It’s time to increase prices. It starts with one—usually Netflix—testing the waters, and if there is little or no pushback, then the others get the same bug.

Of course, inflation is blamed for the need to do so, not to mention the screenwriters’ and actors’ strikes and subsequent agreements that are increasing costs for movies and shows.

But if everyone’s doing it, why not join the party?

And so we find Spotify raising its prices again, rolling out a $1-$2 monthly subscription price increase first in the UK, Australia, and Pakistan, and then later this year, in the US. Spotify also plans to add another pricing tier to entice budget-minded customers. Overall, though, Spotify claims the price increases are needed to be able to support its recent audiobook initiative. What gets lost in the current conversation is that Spotify raised prices $2 last year as well.

How long until Apple Music raises its prices? We can start taking bets now. I bet it won’t be long.

Even though regular price increases can become annoying, especially when we have numerous streaming subscriptions, they are still a bargain. If you offset your streaming subs by cutting the cord with your cable or satellite provider, the a la carte system is perfectly scalable to match budgets and interests.

Since audio streaming is just as competitive as video streaming, it means that the players must continually up their game, which translates into adding services and content. Podcasts, and now audiobooks, cost money, and someone has to pay for it. Spotify also plans to add a top-tier level which features higher quality audio than available on other plans.

Naturally, investors were pleased with the announcement, and Spotify shares jumped 8%. It may seem counter-intuitive, but investors generally like price increases, as well as layoffs and store closures…basically, anything that will ultimately pad the bottom line. Given that Spotify has never posted a profit since it went public in 2018, investors are hopeful this might be a push in the right direction.

Now consider the fact that we no longer need to purchase tangible media. All those CDs and DVDs you bought are obsolete and taking up space in your house, attic, or garage. I’m saving money even with all of my streaming subs, plus I get access to a content library that I could never begin to duplicate on my own.

There is an alternative to streaming audio, of course, and it is SXM Radio. They have a monopoly on satellite content, the result of the 2008 merger of XM Radio (founded in 2001) and Sirius (launched in 2002). SXM does not allow users to select specific content, only stations, while Spotify gives users complete control. I have both SXM and Spotify, and get my money’s worth out of both, but my usage depends on what I am doing and where I am going.

For example, I listen to podcasts on Spotify when I am on my daily walks, but SXM when driving locally. When on longer road trips, though, I listen to a mix of both, using Bluetooth to sync my phone to my van’s audio system. Unlimited data plans for cell phones make this possible. I have fading memories of lugging small crates of CDs on road trips, and do not miss those days at all.

The broader question for everyone in the room, from customers to providers, is how long these price increases can keep up until the customers revolt. It is not much different from going to Disney, which keeps raising prices. Folks complain, but they pay it anyway, because they feel like they are still getting value for their dollar.

How much value do you get from your subs, though? I realize these are very different experiences, Disney being a very temporary situation—a vacation—with streaming being daily consumables. Still, money is money, and we’re not exactly made of it. I never could get that tree to grow in my backyard. Two dollars every year adds up, and multiplies like rabbits across all of your subs.

With about a thousand hours a year listening to Spotify alone, I feel like I am getting more than my money’s worth. If I have to cut back somewhere, I’ll just tote my lunch to work a little more, eat out less, whatever it takes to keep the books balanced. The same goes for all of my other subs. As long as the value exceeds the cost, I’m good.

Just don’t share that flu bug with me.

Dr “Turn It Up” Gerlich

Audio Blog

#marketing #streaming #Spotify

[homenecromancer]

because of how i am as a person i’m nervous about posting any Dune fanfic i may or may not complete — but by god it’s fun to daydream about how i would “fix” whatever aspect of canon i’m rotating in my mind… also quick note: i prefer to synthesize the books with Villeneuve’s movies and just pick what i like best from both, but i do totally ignore anything from the Brian Herbert sequels lmao

anyway like rn i’m thinking about how in the books it’s implied that Pardot Kynes was solely responsible for using the Fremen as a tool to terraform Dune — that before he showed up, they were just sort of vibing with no thought of altering their ecosystem. which does not sit well with me lol.

so to fix the unfortunate implications without diverging too far from the books, i propose the following: the Fremen have been working to change their ecosystem since they first came to Arrakis. what Pardot Kynes does is bring Imperial technology into their preexisting effort. i imagine that the Fremen found themselves on Dune before the spice was “discovered” by the Imperium (and that they were certainly using spice for their own purposes long before it was found to be useful for space travel, but i digress); they’ve been working with whatever they can get together. Pardot Kynes may not be able to write them a blank check, but he can use official channels to nudge things in a beneficial direction — like, having equipment “fall off a truck”, or requesting it for his own work

anyway like. in this scenario, Pardot Kynes gets sent to Dune and notices that things are off in essentially the same way as in canon — the planet is too habitable to actually be dominated by sand and rock the way the northern hemisphere is. without satellite monitoring, the only people who could possibly know what the hell is going on in the south would be the Fremen. after gaining their trust, things get to a point where he says “i know that someone is doing something to this planet, and i want to support their project”. which goes against the interests of the Imperium, but hey they don’t have to find out. eventually he discovers that there is an ongoing, very slow terraforming project being performed in the south — slow because environmental alteration is complicated and, like, terraforming isn’t a quick process anyway. what Kynes brings to the table is the ability to secure equipment in a more aboveboard manner — he doesn’t have to smuggle things out of Imperially-controlled territory, he can just request this or that for his work as Imperial Planetologist. making Dune a slightly wetter planet is not his idea, he just thinks it’s good

the thing im thinking about most here is something canon never really comments on, but is there: Paul is not the first person from the Imperium to come to Dune and end up working with the Fremen on a project. he just happens to be the first one who fit into the Lisan al Gaib prophecy.

#marlowe talks dune

[tylerh2004]

Tyler Hannaford - Waiting in Hope - CRWT Proj

Writing Prompt: Waiting for the doors to open

Quick Description: The following is a story created for my University creative writing project that follows the story of a man and his journal entries as they are split up into 3 different moments in time. It is the same man throughout and follows his thoughts and feelings as he experiences the various things happening in his life.

June 9th, 2025

Hello. My name is Asher. Asher Moon. I am writing this as a documentation of my thoughts and what I have been through for my wife, Lara Moon, in the chance she finds this. Lara, if you are reading this that means you either found me at the library and I gave it to you, or you made it and found me dead. As of writing this, it’s been two days since it began. What everyone is calling “the beginning of the end of the world”. I don’t know what it has been like around the world, but from what I hear it's a similar story all around. Eternal Diamond, the world's biggest corporation, experimented with a new type of nuclear power that went wrong. Causing the world to be covered in this thick toxic gas, that kills anyone who inhales it for too long. Only just a minute of the stuff is enough for the strongest adult to drop dead. The only way we’ve found to survive it so far is by using gas masks with these strong filters which usually was only used within a government capacity. However, though the gas masks are strong, they only last about a week before the filters need replacing. People have already begun fighting each other for any filters that they can get their hands on. Along with food, water, any medicinal products, and any batteries or chargers of any sort. It’s been getting crazy. Barbaric even. I’ve had to fight off someone already. I’ve never done that before and it spooked me. I hope I didn’t hurt him too badly. Couldn’t really tell after I ran away. Anyways, I have just arrived at the town you told me to go to over the phone. I’ve been trying to contact you since then but I think something has happened to the satellites. A terrorist group or something took control of them. They're not letting anyone use them now unless you strike a deal with them first. So I won't be able to contact you through any cellular service or wifi. I’m glad we at least had that last call before the takeover happened. I was really worried for you when this all started to happen and you were still outside of the continent for your business trip. It was nice to know you were ok for now at least. I made it to where you wanted me to wait for you by the way. The library within the small town up in the mountains called “Hope” where we both grew up and met each other. Crazy to think that stage of our lives happened 10 years ago. Feels like this place has barely changed as I walk around. I even found the old home you used to live in. I took a photo of it with a camera I found lying around in the nearby gas station and attached it into to this journal. Maybe it’ll give you a little boost when you get here and can see it in person. For now, I’m camping out in the library as you instructed me to so it can be a safe rendezvous point for us. Can't believe that we used to work here during our later teenage years. It’s practically untouched from then. I’m not sure what else to write honestly. Things have just been crazy lately. Like the world as I knew has been completely changed. I hope things have been going better for you than they have for me. When this all began and after I had first contacted you about what was going on, I then tried to find my family to make sure they were safe. I found them all dead and looted on the side of the street where they lived. Carelessly tossed into a ditch. Turns out there was only a limited number of gas masks to go around. They weren’t lucky enough. If only I got to them sooner. Maybe they’d still be here. Anyway, I’d better get some sleep. I’ve set up a few cushions from chairs to craft a makeshift mattress and I’ve placed it next to the main door of the library. That way, when you come, I’ll be right there. I love you Lara. See you soon.

(photo of Lara's old house that Asher took)

(photo of the library as Asher arrived)

August 7th, 2025

It’s been 2 months since this all began. My life has become a systematically put-together way of living adapted for this new world of today. Every morning, I wake up and immediately turn to see if the door is opened and have so far always been disappointed with the results. I then, if it's nearing the end of the week, go to quickly change out the filter within my gas mask. We were lucky with this town you know. Turns out within the back of the Walmart that’s here, there was a huge amount of filters, gas masks and other hazmat equipment. Even found some old ridiculous training videos I’ll watch for fun sometimes. I don’t know why the people who lived here all abandoned this place before I even got here. I found some maskless bodies lying around. Maybe they just couldn’t find it. Maybe they just didn’t know what was wrong with the air until it was too late. Or maybe someone did it to them on purpose. I don’t know. Not sure if I want to know. I gave them a proper burial after that discovery anyway. Hopefully, they're in a better place than this. Anyways, after making sure my mask filter is alright for now, then I’ll grab some dehydrated fruits for breakfast from that very Walmart. I’m trying to go through those, vitamins, canned foods, and I’ve been stuffing baked goods into ziplocks and freezers to try and keep them safe for consumption for as long as possible. They may not taste good but no use complaining when I got an entire Walmart for myself. Not many people are fortunate like me to have something like that. Then finally, I’ll go on a radio I found to check to see if you have sent out a distress signal. I spend hours. Sitting there. Flipping through the channels. Every time. Nothing. It’s soul-crushing every day to turn off the radio for the night and head to bed. Some nights I won’t even go to bed. Cause what if you send a signal when I’m asleep? Then I wouldn’t be able to hear it. I just hope you're ok. It’s been 2 months since we last called and I’ve waited here for you ever since you told me to wait at this exact place for you. Honestly, your decision for our rendezvous point to be a library was a pretty smart move. I haven’t encountered any raiders yet. Cause who would think to raid a library up in a small town within the mountains? Though it has gotten pretty lonely up here. Haven’t seen a human face since I settled in this place. An alive one at least. Those eyes of the corpses I found here that I wrote about earlier. They reminded me of my family. I keep thinking about them. What they must have gone through in their last moments. Calling out to everyone as they slowly suffocated in the toxic air. Did the surrounding people try to comfort them in their final moments knowing nothing could be done? Or did they continue to walk facing away from them, pretending like their lives meant nothing to them? This question haunts me whenever I dwell on it. Instead, I’ve been listening to that song we danced to on our high school prom night. “Sunsetz” by Cigarettes After Sex. It helps remind me what I’m enduring this all for. You. I hope one day I’ll wake up and see that door open, with you standing in front of me. That’ll make it all worth it. I love you. I hope you know that Lara.

June 7th, 2045

Lara. I’m scared. It’s been 20 years. 20 fucking years. What if you’re already dead? Am I enduring this hell for nothing? Waiting for a saviour who doesn’t exist. Constantly being tormented by the memories of when everything was ok. As I am writing this, I’m now in the back of the library. There is a gun. Right next to me. I can’t tell you how many nights I’ve come home from the radio setup and stuck it into the roof of my mouth. Different factions of Raiders have begun to find this town and have started to come every couple of days or so in small groups of 2 or 3 at a time. They haven’t found the library and they never will. It’s too hidden and elevated from the rest of the town for them to discover it. Only reason someone would come here is if they already knew this place existed. But that doesn’t mean I don’t encounter them in the lower parts of town. I end up having to kill them all one by one. Using the guns and hunting knives I’ve found around town. I can’t even remember how many I’ve killed by now. Dozens? Hundreds? I do remember one thing though. They’re lifeless eyes once I’m done with them. They matched my family’s eyes that day. What have I done. what have i done. Food supplies have also been running low. I currently have only been surviving through the thousands of cans of dog food within the Walmart. However, I feel as though I am a rabid animal whenever I eat it. Not that there are any anymore. They all went extinct from the toxic air only a couple of months after this all started. I barely even remember what a dog looks like anymore The only thing that is keeping me going is the picture I have of you. Even though it has started to fade, it’s the only thing I have that gives me some semblance of the concept of peace. I don’t know what I am supposed to do anymore. Would you want me to continue trusting you? Even after all these years? That you would hold onto your promise of meeting me here? Or. Would you want me to give up. Accept the possibility that you’re dead. And finally, grant myself the swift end I’ve fantasized about all these years. I just wish I could talk to you one last time for that answer. That’s all I want. I spend almost every night staring at that main door. Not even sleeping. Just staring. Hoping. Is there a limit to hope? Have I reached mine? I’ll probably just end up staring at the door again tonight. And continue the cycle of doubt tomorrow. A part of me just won’t let me end this cycle and I don’t know why or how long it will last. All I know is that I love you. Though so much of me might have changed since the beginning of all of this I can say for certain the one thing about me that hasn’t is my love for you. The idea of you is the only thing keeping me going for now. 

did i just hear the door open

(The last line is quickly scribbled at the bottom of the page away from the rest of the previous entry. There are no more following entries in the journal after this one.)

(the last line written in Asher's Journal)

(a faded image of Lara)

#Youtube

[the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud]

incorrect quotes or whatever

ermmmmm WhaATTTTTTT........ :////// /j

also for some reason it's mostly trojan....and tempo......oh boy lol

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Technicolour: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found.

~

Destonio: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Destonio: *punches wall*

Destonio:

Destonio: Take me to the hospital.

~

Fate: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them

~

Tempo: You’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but I made a mistake.

~

Spinel: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

~

Galactic: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you

~

Destonio: Fuck.

Ars: We've got to work on your cursing.

Destonio: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

~

Galactic: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Trojan: It’s not a joke.

Trojan: *sniffles*

Trojan: I’m a legit snack.

~

Pupa: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Pamolia: You and me!!!

Pupa, tearing up: Okay.

~

Trojan: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Tempo: I do have a sense of humor you know

Trojan: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Tempo: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

~

Tempo: Trojan...

Trojan: Oh no, 'Trojan' in b-flat.

Trojan: You're disappointed.

~

Dark Ars: Someone will die.

Ars: Of fun!

~

Trojan: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Shifta: Subject Trojan, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

~

Tempo: Trojan, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power!

Trojan: Well of course I have.

Trojan: Have you ever tried going mad without power?

Trojan: It's boring.

~

Tempo, addressing the squad: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Satellite: But – that’s just a trash can.

Tempo: It sure is!

~

Aleph: So are we flirting right now?

Pupa: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU

Aleph: That doesn’t answer my question

~

Trojan: You're right.

Tempo: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

~

Fate: I made tea.

Tessi: I don’t want tea.

Fate: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Tessi: Then why are you telling me?

Fate: It is a conversation starter.

Tessi: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Fate: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

~

Trojan: You love me, right, Tempo?

Tempo: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

~

Tempo: Is something burning?

Trojan: Just my love for you.

Tempo: Trojan, the toaster is on fire.

~

Spinel, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know!

Galactic: How?

Spinel: How what?

Galactic: How could they be worse?

Spinel: They couldn’t, I lied.

Galactic:

~

Pupa: I prevented a murder today.

Pamolia: Really? How’d you do that?

Pupa: self control.

~

Destonio: I’m going to take you out

Technicolour: great, it’s a date!

Destonio: I meant that as a threat.

Technicolour: See you at five!

~

Destonio: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Fate: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Destonio: No! Four to five seconds!

Fate: Too late!!!

~

Abstruse: *Gets down on one knee*

Arghena: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.

Abstruse: *Falls over*

Arghena: The poison is kicking in.

~

Tempo: Trojan... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

Trojan: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.

Tempo:

Tempo: I wrote sanitize, Trojan.

~

Trojan: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Lucas: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Trojan: Death is a social construct.

~

Tempo: Terabyte, keep an eye on Trojan today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Terabyte: Sure, I’d love to see Trojan get punched.

Tempo: Try again.

Terabyte, sighing: I will stop Trojan from getting punched.

~

Ars: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Ana?

Ana: … No.

Lucas: I do!

Ars: I know, Lucas.

Lucas: I’m sad!

Ars: I know, Lucas.

~

Trojan: How's the sexiest person here~?

Tempo: I don't know, how are they~?

Trojan, flustered: I-

Terabyte, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

~

Ars: Lucas and I are having a baby.

Abstruse: That's gre-

Ars, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

~

Galactic, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Spinel, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

Satellite: what the fuck are you guys doing?

Galactic: playing systemic oppression

~

Tempo: We need a distraction.

Shifta: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Trojan, whispering: My time has come

~

Ars: Lucas, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Lucas: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Ars: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Aresi.

~

Ars: You have to apologize to Alxaid

Destonio: Fine.

Destonio: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

~

Moonlight: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Ad Astra: *turning to Fate* How tall are you?

~

Technicolour: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Primeval: Just rip the bandage off.

Technicolour: It’s Destonio.

Primeval: Put the bandage back on.

~

Pupa: HELP! I TOLD PAMOLIA I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Spinel, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

~

Terabyte, whispering to Logos, who’s on the phone with Eimi: Ask them something!

Logos: How are you feeling?

Eimi: Fine.

Terabyte: Something personal!

Logos: At what age did you first get your period?

~

Tempo: While I’m gone, Trojan, you’re in charge.

Trojan: Yes!!!

Tempo, whispering: Shifta, you’re secretly in charge.

Shifta: Obviously.

~

Abstruse: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Eimi: Not if they consent to it.

Pupa: Depends who you’re stabbing.

Ars: YES?!?

~

Fate: I just ended a four year relationship.

Hikaru: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?

Fate: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.

*Destonio crying over Lumine on the edge of a cliff.*

~

Primeval: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Logos: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Technicolour: I got distracted about halfway through.

Eimi: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

~

Trojan: *Screams*

Ana: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Ars: Should we do something?

Lucas: No, I want to see who wins.

~

Tempo, about Pamolia: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Trojan: Are we stealing them?

Terabyte: New or used?

Tempo: Wonderful responses, both of you.

~

Aleph: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?

Destonio: Put spaghetti in it.

Aleph: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.

Pupa: Put spaghetti in it.

Aleph: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.

Pamolia: Put spaghetti in it.

Aleph: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

~

Ars: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Lucas: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Ars: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ABSTRUSE WITH ME

Ana, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

~

Trojan: I think we're missing something.

Galactic: Teamwork?

Shifta: Cohesion?

Tempo: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Ars: Why are Fate and Destonio sitting with their backs to each other?

Ad Astra: They had a fight.

Ars: Then why are they holding hands?

Ad Astra: They get sad when they fight.

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We went to a restaurant, and everything was very unusual, like a dream. Everything that we did visiting places of power felt like a dream. Very unusual. Very cool. What did it give me? I don’t know. I don’t know what it did. That is, in the sense that when you pass a place of power, a series of events can begin on this day or the next day. That is, you wake up, but you are somehow different. This is also shown very well in “The Matrix” when, at the beginning of the movie, Neo says that there is such a feeling when you are awake, but you seem to be sleeping, and you don’t understand whether it is a dream or reality. And it’s the same here. I don’t understand if that was a dream, and now it’s reality, or that was reality, and now it’s a dream. A very unusual condition. It doesn’t matter how cosmically open I am or how much I control my attention; it is still a fine line, like a hair that is connected to each of my employees.

And after visiting these places of power, I disconnected from everyone. It’s like I’m out of everyone’s head. It’s like I’ve disappeared – that’s cool. This is a similar state experienced by people when they jump into the ice-hole in the river. It’s like you are reborn. I will describe the sequence of events.

After places of power, you perceive the city, your apartment, and yourself somehow differently. It sounds funny, but yesterday, when I touched my arm and leg, I was simply touching my arm and leg. But today, I am interested in the density and composition, and I notice how rubbery skin is. It feels like I’m some kind of drug addict. Imagine, everything is like this for real.

And another funny thing I noticed is that even before places of power. I was sitting at the table with my assistant, and it felt like our table was illuminated from above by a pillar of energy like a laser. Like a billion grains of sand. And when we got into the car, it felt as if this pillar of energy was right above the car, too. And the car seemed to be illuminated with such an incomprehensible light. And it’s the same in the apartment. If you looked from a satellite, you would see a beam of light shining down onto the apartment at that point in the house where I am now. This is what it felt like yesterday. It’s all very unusual.

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