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fasterhaji · 1 year
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Haji Filmography
Motorpsycho! (1965) 
Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (1965) 
Good Morning… and Goodbye! (1967) 
Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970) 
Bigfoot (1970)
Up Your Alley/ Bang Bang, the Mafia Gang/ The Mellon Affair (1971) 
Supervixens (1975) 
Wham! Bam! Thank You, Spaceman! (1975) 
The Killing of a Chinese Bookie (1976)
Ilsa, Harem Keeper of the Oil Sheiks (1976)
The Amorous Adventures of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza (1976)
Demonoid: Messenger of Death (1981)
The Double-D Avenger (2001)
Killer Drag Queens on Dope (2003)
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The flotsam and jetsam of our digital queries and transactions, the flurry of electrons flitting about, warm the medium of air. Heat is the waste product of computation, and if left unchecked, it becomes a foil to the workings of digital civilization. Heat must therefore be relentlessly abated to keep the engine of the digital thrumming in a constant state, 24 hours a day, every day. To quell this thermodynamic threat, data centers overwhelmingly rely on air conditioning, a mechanical process that refrigerates the gaseous medium of air, so that it can displace or lift perilous heat away from computers. Today, power-hungry computer room air conditioners (CRACs) or computer room air handlers (CRAHs) are staples of even the most advanced data centers. In North America, most data centers draw power from “dirty” electricity grids, especially in Virginia’s “data center alley,” the site of 70 percent of the world’s internet traffic in 2019. To cool, the Cloud burns carbon, what Jeffrey Moro calls an “elemental irony.” In most data centers today, cooling accounts for greater than 40 percent of electricity usage.
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The Cloud now has a greater carbon footprint than the airline industry. A single data center can consume the equivalent electricity of 50,000 homes. At 200 terawatt hours (TWh) annually, data centers collectively devour more energy than some nation-states. Today, the electricity utilized by data centers accounts for 0.3 percent of overall carbon emissions, and if we extend our accounting to include networked devices like laptops, smartphones, and tablets, the total shifts to 2 percent of global carbon emissions. Why so much energy? Beyond cooling, the energy requirements of data centers are vast. To meet the pledge to customers that their data and cloud services will be available anytime, anywhere, data centers are designed to be hyper-redundant: If one system fails, another is ready to take its place at a moment’s notice, to prevent a disruption in user experiences. Like Tom’s air conditioners idling in a low-power state, ready to rev up when things get too hot, the data center is a Russian doll of redundancies: redundant power systems like diesel generators, redundant servers ready to take over computational processes should others become unexpectedly unavailable, and so forth. In some cases, only 6 to 12 percent of energy consumed is devoted to active computational processes. The remainder is allocated to cooling and maintaining chains upon chains of redundant fail-safes to prevent costly downtime.
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dcxdpdabbles · 5 months
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hello hello! After a few posts of this premise I just had to say something and because you just make them come to life I just had to ask :) anyway, Danny let’s say in seriously injured by the giw or even his parents but he is reverting to his core and he goes to Clockwork to help since he’s the one he’s the most closest ghost to and kinda his guardian ghost, Clockwork sees that he himself will not be able to help forever and finds a different solution. He takes Danny’s core and makes a magic safe guard and puts his core inside in the guise of a doll like this one:
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But with Danny’s coloration! He sends Danny to Gotham and ends up being picked up by Robin!Jason who thinks he’s cute and gets attached, Danny is weak but trying to gather ectoplasm but sends a sense of gratefulness to Jason who feels it but is a bit confused but happy he saved a doll. He brings it with him everywhere and takes it with him everywhere but when Jason dies and buried Danny is sat at his grave and he wakes up a little earlier with Danny and brings with him. He gets a strange attachment and feeling of safety with the doll and then is able to talk to it and Danny and him become closer and when he eventually reunites with everyone and things smooth over he feels it’s fine to bring Danny the doll to the mansion and the others realize that Jason has a haunted fucking doll and with the already thin trust they can’t do hair when Danny messes with them with moving their stuff, appearing out of nowhere, and being all around creepy but he helps Alfred so Jason has no issues and finds it funny. There are probably times where they try to dispose of it anyways but comes back completely fine and they become even warier but Danny is just having the time of his life while eating his ectoplasm while helping them with cases and finding things and such and Alfred even defends him when they try to talk Jason around about the creepy doll and is like “Did you stay at my grave 24/7 in all weather? That’s what I thought.” When Tim tries to get evidence he takes a picture of the doll all he sees is a boy around the age Jason died with pale soft blue eyes staring back with a soft smile that even if it wasn’t really creepy he still felt a chill down his spine
First of all, the photo almost gave me a heart attack. Haunted dolls terrify me (ironically, I fear ghosts.) But honestly, I love the prompt, so here you go!
Jason moves back into the manor- sort of. He's still in the middle of his hostile takeover of Crime Alley, but things are a little less stressful between the family. Maybe it was because Jason's Pit Madness was slowly disappearing, thanks to his friend Danny.
Danny was a great listener and always willing to help Jason sort through his feelings and thoughts. He was the reason that Jason chose to try to talk things out with Bruce before going through his insane idea of attacking Tim at the Titian Tower.
Which, you know, Tim was grateful he didn't actually go through with it after finding the plans in some of Jason's stuff while helping him move. The fact he wanted to wear his old Robin outfit- which would not fit on his body now- would have been beyond traumatizing enough, thank you very much.
"I know." Jason laughed as the rest of the family crowded around the plans. Even Damian seemed a bit disturbed by what was written. "Danny made me realize I didn't have the skinny legs to pull off the outfit."
Tim has never met Danny, but he has heard about him. Jason spoke about him when he followed Bruce and Jason around with his camera, which was enough for him to know Danny was likely a childhood friend.
Of course, Danny went by the code "Doll" in those days. Personally, Tim had always assumed that Jason and Danny shared a relationship that went beyond friends.
It had been another reason that Jason was his favorite Robin. If Robin could like boys, then Tim could too, and the knowledge that one of his literal heroes was like him helped Tim accept himself faster.
He never brought it up, even as Jason slowly gained control over Crime Alley as a Crime Lord- one that didn't kill because it would make Danny sad, which was another point in his secret boyfriend checkbox list.
Everything was fine- until Bruce found out about Danny.
"Jason, I thought you outgrew Danny," Bruce uttered hesitantly as Jason explained how Danny had fallen over himself when describing his Titain Tower plan.
Jason's eyes flashed green at once, and everyone in the cave grew tense.
"I will never outgrow Danny!" The second oldest barked, his neck muscles straining.
Now Tim knew that Danny was a secret, so he never brought him up despite the burning need to ask every question under the sun about him. Jason wasn't out to the rest of the family- detectives or not- that was up to Jason to decide when they would know.
He just always assumed Bruce knew since, you know, his son called his best friend Doll back when he was fourteen and running around in green spandex.
How could he not know? Did he want Jason to change his cape out for a rainbow and sing musicals at the top of his lungs on Wayne Tower?
Actually.....Jason did sing in musicals at his drama club. Honestly, Bruce was in denial.
Jason may not be out, but Tim wouldn't let Bruce bully him about his lover!
"Jason can have whatever friends he wants! And feel whatever he feels about them!" Tim snares, and that causes Dick, Damian, and Steph to bristle. They stand beside a huffing Jason, slowly coming down from his rage at the sight of support.
Cass and Alfred watch from the Batcomputer, a tension around their eyes the only sign that they, too. Bruce intelligently raises his hands in a placating manner.
"I did not mean anything wrong by that, Jason. I'm just surprised Danny still has such a strong hold on you." Bruce starts, his eyes never leaving his boy's face, even with all his other children flocking around him. "I thought Danny was lost when you died."
There is a long pause where Tim considers the words. It's a fair assumption. After all, Danny thought Jason had died and been buried. Why would he wait around after that?
Even the Bats still didn't know what caused Jason to come back. How would a civilian possibly begin to consider his boyfriend returning from the grave- or Tim assumes to be a civilian since Danny had never joined them on the field? He had to be in the know for Jason to tell him the plans comfortably.
"He waited every day, twenty-four seven at my grave," Jason tells Bruce, puffing up his chest. "He was with me when I was in a coma and when I was practically brain-dead on the streets. Hell, he was even there when the League of Assiasns brainwashed me!"
Damian jerks in surprise. He always gets taken aback by how casually Jason admits being part of the organization of his upbringing, no matter how briefly. Not even Bruce does that. "I....was unaware Daniel had been with you. I never saw him."
"Talia allowed me to have him with me just as long as I kept him tied up in my closet so he wouldn't be spotted."
Everyone but Alfred and Bruce step back, staring in horror at Jason. Tim can figure out by their reactions alone that everyone in the Bats had come to the same conclusion as he did about Danny being Jason's lover then.
After all, it's hard to hide that kind of thing from the family of detectives.
How could I have missed this? Tim thinks in dismay. Quickly, his brain runs through every time Jason has so much as hinted at Danny, trying to spot the signs that apparently his brother was abusive and honestly psychotic towards his boyfriend.
"Jason," Dick began in the same casual tone he usually used on hostile witnesses. "Where is Danny now?"
" Upstairs in my closet. He kept trying to escape, so I had to switch to chains." The responses are as easy as they are casual. Tim's stomach drops.
Quickly, he makes eye contact with Steph, who very quickly lowers her chin at him, and then his eyes flicker to the others. Damian's hands have curled, while Dick moves casually to stand behind Jason, which will make it easier to restrain him.
How long had Danny been up there? How many days and nights did he spend held against his will in the one place that should have been the safest of Gotham?
They all tense their muscles, ready to strike-
"Danny is a doll," Bruce suddenly speaks up, his eyes flickering to all of the gathered children with a wild, alarmed look. Ah, he caught on to the fact they were about to take Jason down. "A doll that Jason found in Crime Alley. Made of porcelain and fabric. Not a person."
The Bats are still eyeing their father with sharp, trained eyes, but Alfred's agreeing nod has them relaxing. Oh, thank the gods!
"Of course, Danny isn't a person," Jason replies mystified. He is unaware of how close he came to being jumped. As it were, the Bats stepped away from him as he looked around, confused. "Why would I have a person chained up in my closet?"
Bruce gets a strange, sad smile on his face. "Yes, Chum, why would you."
Tim isn't following. "If Danny is a toy-"
"A doll." Jason cuts in with a hard edge to his voice.
"Right, sorry, if Danny is a doll, why must you chain him up?"
Jason smiles. "Cause Danny runs the first chance he gets."
What?
"Danny is a haunted doll," Bruce starts, only to have Jason huff.
"No, he isn't! Danny is not haunted; he's just curious." Jason rolls his eyes. "Yeah, he never stays still, and okay, sometimes things disappear around the house, but that doesn't necessarily mean a haunting!"
"Master Jason, might I remind you that while you and Mister Danny were first living here, I caught the vacuum moving by itself?" Alfred calls. "I also remember that Mister Danny's head turned to me and followed my movement as I dusted."
"He just wanted to help you clean," Jason defends in a rather childish manner that Tim never thought he would see from someone his age. Maybe that's why Bruce was worried Danny was still around. "He's not a ghost."
"Chum, I hear laughter from your room even when you are not home." Bruce starts. "The laughing started the day you brought Danny home."
"He can tell great jokes!"
"Wait, tells jokes? Jason, does Danny talk to you? " Steph questioned, looking a tiny bit spooked. Oh yeah, she hates ghosts. Tim forgot her fear of them after living so close to the Gotham cemetery and all the nasty ghost stories surrounding it.
Jason blinks down at her, likely forgetting they were present, before considering the question. He moves his hand in a so-and-son motion. "He tries, but it sounds like fast past whispers. I have to strain to hear him."
"Jason," Dick says with an easy-going smile that belies the worry in his eyes. "That's haunting one-oh-one. You're haunted."
"No, a haunting implies that Danny is dead, which he is not. Danny is just resting until his body can reform. I think he's an alien." Jason taps his chin. "He told me before that his species are the conscious manifestation of ectoplasm but that their souls are within a small core, they can retreat to when badly injured. Danny was really hurt, so he's taking a while to reform."
Bruce's strained smile becomes tighter. "We can have Zatanna or Consitine take a look at him. They might-"
"I'll blow your fucking head off if you try it, old man" Jason's eyes were a bright green, an animistic sneer at his lips, and bloodlust was thick in the air. The abrupt change makes Tim wonder if he has passed out and missed the trigger.
Bruce sighs. "Of course, Jason. Why don't you show everyone, Danny? I think it's time they meet him."
Jason beams, shooting up the stairs to go get his doll. Everyone watches him go, and until they are sure he can not hear them, they burst into conversation.
"Jason is definitely haunted!" Dick despairs, throwing himself dramatically on a nearby chair. "We need to do something! Get it away from him."
"We will do no such thing," Alfred huffs. "Mister Danny is a fine young ghost who helps Master Jason. It would be unwise to separate them."
"As much as I hate to admit it, even Dinah claims that the two are good for each other." Bruce says, likely unhappy that Black Canary used her therapy license against him, "Apparently, Danny is Jason's support doll."
Before anyone can say anything else, Jason races down the stairs with a broad smile. In his hands is a beautiful porcelain doll with black fabric hair, a fine little king suit made from expensive material, and a pretty painted face.
Its green glass eyes- colored to seem almost watery- seemed to stare into everyone's soul as Jason held him up for the room to see. Danny had no facial expression- not even a smile, just a soft, relaxed neural set of features that were popular in the era he was likely made in, but the eyes held emotions.
There was definitely something intelligent and aware in them.
Tim shuddered.
"Oh, Tim, can you take our picture? It's Danny's first time in the cave, and I want to commemorate the date!" Jason suddenly asks, rocking on his heels like he used to do as Robin. Tim wonders if Danny was doing that to him- reverting him to a child-like mind.
If so, was that a good thing? Should he let it keep happening?
"Sure, Jason," He says, instead picking up his camera that he had taken on patrol. He aims his lends, trying to find the perfect lighting as his older brother quickly holds the doll up in his arms, allowing it' head to be at the same level as his face.
Tim snaps the picture, but when he looks at the screen, a shiver runs down his spine, and it takes all his training not to scream.
Jason's smirk is not out of place for his hulky form. He takes up most of the frame, but where Danny the doll is, there is a faint outline of another person. A teenager, maybe a year younger than Jason, with pretty features, a copy of the beauty in Jason's arms, but much more human, yet not human, is smiling at the camera.
He's about a head shorter than Jason, but even with the softness of his smile, Tim has never been more creeped out in his life.
Jason is definitely haunted.
"How did it come out?" Jason asks as Danny's doll head turns to look at Damian. The younger boy imminently moved back, hiding behind Bruce. The doll's eyes followed him, almost amused by the boy's actions.
"G-good." Tim stammers. Steph is already racing for the safety of Bruce's cape, joining Damian. "Danny is beautiful."
Jason pauses, tilting his head as if hearing something, eyes flickering down to his right where the teenager ghost stood for the picture, and then grins.
"Of course he means it." Jason's ears turn pink as he admits, "I also think you're the most gorgeous person I've ever met."
Okay, Jason is definitely being haunted by someone he might have a crush on. That's....something Bruce has to deal with because Tim is the younger brother, not the dad, and thank god for that.
He might be wrong, but he gets the sense that the doll is blushing even though nothing changes.
It's not my circus and will never be my monkies. Tim thinks racing to Bruce's cape is a good idea as well. He is scared to be out here in the open like Dick and Cass.
Those two might be okay with being haunted, but Tim isn't. Just in case, he'll have to steer clear of the manor for a few days.
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Velvette stared at the trash bin, eyebrows raised. A discarded exterminator uniform, coated in gold. The blood of angels? Cringing a little, she pulled the uniform out.
A halo.
Well now this is interesting.
The halo had no marks, beyond the the blood that had dropped onto it from the uniform. The gold blood on the uniform was mostly on the back, and one of the gloves. Some red sinner blood was splashed on the skirt, but not much.
Now, why was there the uniform and halo of an angel, but no angel in sight? The cannibals hadn’t made their way here yet.
Velvette shoved the uniform back into the trash, but kept the halo. She peered down the alley, and found a trail of golden blood. Again, no body.
Angels could be hurt. Maybe even killed. But where was the angel in question?
Idly spinning the halo around her finger, Velvette thought.
A discarded uniform, blood down the back by the cutout for the wings, and a discarded halo.
Maybe this mystery angel had something in common with the missing king.
Velvette smirked. An angel wouldn’t last long in Hell.
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Her new employee was… interesting.
Vaggie, some kind of… moth? Moth demon, was desperate for work. Velvette had found the girl out in a bar, like with many of her stars. The girl had started like most of her employees, a few videoes, with some of the better preforming employees. The girl was quickly rising in popularity, and it likely had to do with how human she looked. Sinners were predictable sometimes.
Vaggie never bled. Velvette would have the others stars get rough with her, but no matter what they did, she didn’t bleed. It wasn’t… the most unusual thing, but it was noteworthy. Perhaps she just had tough skin, or maybe…
Vaggie carried an angelic spear. It was never far from her person. Having an angelic weapon wasn’t always the hardest, considering many of the exterminators just discarded them. It wasn’t bought in Hell, not only was Vaggie broke, but it also didn’t have the signature mark of the arms dealer overlord.
Vaggie had long scars down her back, that required large amounts of makeup to cover up. The girl refused to be seen on camera with them, and usually only let Velvette and the makeup artists see them. What the scars were from, however…
Velvette had a theory building. The halo hidden in her office, the discarded uniform, and Vaggie…
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“Vaggie.”
Things had gotten rough in the studio today, Velvette had hit Vaggie in frustration. It was a little early for this. The girl had fled into her dressing room, covering up the bruise, but Velvette doubted it was just because she didn’t want to be seen with it.
The door cracked open.
“What?”
“Oh, a little aggressive, don’t you think, doll?” Velvette smirked, and pushed in.
“V-Velvette!”
“Let me get a look at you.”
Velvette grabbed Vaggie’s chin and took a look at the scar.
Bruises usually went purple, yellow, black, and blue.
But this bruise…
It almost appeared to be glowing.
Velvette smirked.
“V-Vel… it- it’s not…”
“Do you want to know what I found in the last extermination?” Velvette asked. Vaggie went quiet. “It’s was the most peculiar thing. There was an exterminator uniform, discarded in the trash. But an angel was nowhere to be found.”
Velvette smirked at the horrified look on Vaggie’s face, which went paler when Velvette pulled out the halo.
“Now, what would the sinners here do if they realized that an angel, an exterminator no less, walks among them?” Velvette asked. Vaggie was quiet. “They might riot… after all, every exterminatior has killed THOUSANDS…”
Vaggie looked terrified. Bracing herself against her vanity, staring at Velvette.
Velvette smirked. “I won’t tell anyone. However… to keep a secret of this magnitude would come with a… cost…”
“P-please! I’ll do anything!” Vaggie stammered out.
Velvette grinned.
“Well then…”
Can an angel make a deal for their soul? The exterminatiors are supposedly hellborn, so…
My thought was that Velvette and Vaggie’s deal isn’t for Vaggie’s soul. Oh, that’s what they say. But the deal was, Velvette won’t tell anyone that Vaggie is an angel, and Vaggie will allow Velvette to do anything to her in the studio. If Vaggie leaves permanently, Velvette can easily end the deal. A perpetual threat.
FRIGGIN PERFECT-
The brainworms,,,,they wriggle
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vecabyte · 1 year
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Beyond the Alley of The Dolls
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I'd love to see something where the reader is just as devious and yandere-like as the boys. Something with David specifically would be awesome. He shows her that he's a vampire and instead of being scared she's just absolutely in love. Can you do that for requests?
[A/n] To the anon who requested this, I hope this finds you well. I kind of went rogue with it, but slide into my Ask Box, and let me know how you liked it. Enjoy!
Homecoming
[Yandere!David x Yandere!Reader]
[Modern!AU - Not set in 1987, but 35 years later.]
[Fic Warnings] 18+MDI (SMUT/Dark Fic) –. Mentions of Bullying, Minor Smut, Murder, Threats of Assault (Not the Boys), Alcohol Consumption, and Blood Drinking. 
[Summary] It's Homecoming at Santa Carla University, and David and his new main squeeze decide to teach her Ex a lesson.
All Rights Reserved. Please Do Not Copy, Plagiarize, or Reproduce.
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David hit the jackpot when he stumbled upon you. He rarely found a girl just as unhinged as himself and his boys. Most girls withered when he flashed them his vamp face, growing limp in his arms as he tore into their throats.
But you smiled – your eyes twinkling as you begged him to drain you dry. 
Of course, he couldn't go through with it because you were just too perfect. 
He drank your blood, but while he fucked you against the wall of the alley. You quivered and cooed in his arms as he drilled you into the brick, hitting every sweet spot inside. 
After, he took you home and introduced you to the pack. They loved you instantly, but David didn't share. He had to keep you all to himself. Your pussy was just too good. He couldn't risk Dwayne or Paul stealing you away – they had a habit of doing that sometimes. 
Bastards. 
It didn't matter, though, because you were his. Pulling down your blouse in your nest, he kneaded your breast before biting down on the swell, marking you. 
Now, every vampire, even his wolfish brothers, knew who you belonged to. He couldn’t wait to turn you, but he wanted to keep you human just a little bit longer. 
David enjoyed hearing the rush of your blood and the racing of your heart as you watched him rip into a pretty innocent thing. He could always hear the manic thud as you lured prey to him; it made his belly twist in a knot, both with hunger and anticipation. 
Every night was an adventure with you because your bloodlust rivaled even his. 
“What are you in the mood to do today, dollface? What kind of mischief is going on in that pretty little head of yours?” David purred as he slid his arms around your waist. 
“I’m in the mood to torture something doe-eyed,” you cooed as you stood on your tiptoes, kissing the platinum blond along his stubbled chin. 
“It’s always fun doing that, doll, but I’m in the mood to gnaw on something macho,” David replied with a devious smirk.
You smiled. “Mmmm, that sounds fun,” you gushed as you nipped David on the collarbone. “I’d love to watch you rip apart some dumb jock,” you commented with sadistic glee. 
“Good, it’s Homecoming this week at Santa Carla University,” David purred as he ushered you to the tunnels leading to the main cave, “let’s see if they’re any parties going on.”
You squealed with delight as you bounced beside him, holding his hand. You climbed the wooden stairs and hopped on the back of his bike, clinging to his waist as he took off like a rocket, wind in your hair.
You giggled as he wove through traffic, feeling adrenaline rush through your veins. Life with David was beyond what you imagine when people describe living to you. 
You were so jaded with the mundane that you welcomed death, hoping it would snuff you out whenever the opportunity arose. You begged David to rip you to shreds when he snatched you into that alley to kill you. 
And when he fed on you? GOD. It was nirvana. Feeling your life drain from your body and into his mouth made you feel so alive. Watching him sentence people to death made your heart flutter, and you relished it. 
Pulling up to campus, David helped you off his bike, twirling you around before you walked hand in hand down sorority row. 
The place was bursting with so many idiots emotionally invested in the ‘Greek Life’ college culture. It was comical, and they were the best prey. 
All you had to do was push the right buttons. 
The two of you slipped into the rowdiest party you could find, the building reeking of sex and booze. Between the band of wanton and half-nude women and testosterone-overloaded meatheads, there were plenty of meals to choose from. 
There was this particularly aggressive dimwit arguing with nearly everyone who had an opinion. You and David immediately shared a look, deciding that he’d be your victim for the night. 
You gave David the wink, sashaying towards the unsuspecting meal with your hips swaying to lure him in when your face fell, and you stopped in your tracks. 
You knew this fool. It was your Ex, Bryan, from high school, a particularly nasty piece of work, and the one that made you lose your zest for life. 
You loved him with all of your heart, but ironically he left you for the Homecoming Queen the same night you gave him your virginity. You remember that night like the back of your hand and how heartbroken you felt.
They hooked up and paraded their relationship in front of you, going out of their way to send you text messages of them fucking or trash-talking you. They even got their friends in on the bullying, having them accost you every waking moment.
You were the laughing stock of the entire student body, people pointing and making snide comments whenever you walked the halls, ate lunch in the cafeteria, or used the bathroom. It had gotten so bad that you begged your parents to allow you to transfer schools. That was the only way you got some relief.
It’s been about five years since you transferred and graduated, and you haven’t seen or heard a peep from him – not even on social media. You began backing away, your shoulders trembling when he locked eyes with you. 
“(Y/n)!” He drunkenly bellowed, causing you to cringe with embarrassment. “Is that you?? Yo! Bro, it’s (Y/n)! The one I pumped and dumped on Homecoming night!” 
Another drunken idiot stumbled by, and you recognized him as his best friend, Logan.
GOD, it was the dynamic duo of disaster. 
“Heyyy! (Y/n)!” Logan crowed as he sloppily leaned over the table to speak to you. “Good to see you? Wanna drink?”
You shook your head ‘no,’ excusing yourself before fleeing back to David, throwing yourself into his arms. The platinum blond was alarmed by your sudden change in demeanor, seeing the feisty young woman with an insatiable lust for blood, his soulmate, tremble in his arms.
You didn’t even quiver when he tried to devour you the night you met. David could already tell this guy was dinner. 
“Baby, let’s go,” you pleaded into his chest, trying to hide your tears from his glacier gaze. 
He lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Is there something you want to tell me?” He cooed gently, showing his support for you but leaving no room for lies. How David moved was nuanced, but you could always pick up on every little thing – every inflection in his voice, every tread in his gait, and what it meant. 
Your lip trembled, tears welling in your eyes as you spilled your guts to him, revealing your trauma in a dainty whisper. But with his vampiric hearing, he could hear all. 
David seethed, his chest filling with rage as he thought about how Bryan treated your delicate heart.
Good thing it was his to protect. 
“Come on, dollface,” David purred, “let’s go to the bathroom and dry those tears. Daddy has a plan.” 
You smiled, following David into the bathroom after menacing a couple making out, sending them scurrying down the hall. David wiped your eyes, kissing you on the forehead before cupping your face in his hands. 
“Would you like to kill by my side forever?” David crooned as he ran his thumb along your supple lips. “Bryan can be your first meal, and you can get your revenge. What do you say?”
You stared at him, getting lost in his orbs as you realized David was the best thing that had happened to you in the last five years. Without hesitation, you said, “Yes.”
David smiled, biting into his wrist with sharpened fangs as he released his immortal essence, thick burgundy nectar that oozed from the gaping wound he had created. He lifted his wrist to your mouth, and you drank deeply, drinking down your lover’s blood with gusto. 
You could feel a burn, a tingle in your throat as you took in his essence, the feeling spreading from your belly down your limbs into your fingers and toes. You swayed for a moment, but David kept you upright, cooing in your ear as he held you around your waist. 
“No time to sleep, dollface,” he whispered, “we’re fast-tracking your immortality today.”
You nodded, your eyes heavy as David draped your arm around his shoulder, opening the door and guiding you as you stumbled from the bathroom. To a passerby, it looked like you just had too much to drink and that David was helping you along – and that’s what he wanted. 
Guiding you to the kitchen, Bryan and Logan spotted you and David and immediately made a beeline to the two of you. 
“Hey, she have a little too much to drink already, man?” Bryan asked with a chuckle. “You’re in luck because she gets freaky when she drinks too much.” 
David had used everything in his spirit not to rip Bryan’s head off in front of everyone. This guy was garbage. Steeling himself, he flashed his signature smirk and worked his charm.
“I was just about to take her home to the boys,” David replied smoothly with a wink. “Wanna join?” 
Bryan and Logan whooped and high-fived, rubbing their hands together lasciviously. “Wooo, hell yeah, man. Where should we meet you?”
“Do you know where Hudson’s Bluff is overlooking the point?” David asked with a twinkle in his eye. 
“Yeah, man, we do,” Logan replied. 
“Good, meet us there,” David encouraged, continuing to lead you outside. He guided you to an inconspicuous spot away from the party activity and lifted you bridal-style, taking you to the skies.
Despite him weaving through the clouds, you remained dazed and limp, his blood corrupting your system as your gut absorbed it into your veins. He landed about 20 minutes later, passing you on to Marko and ordering him to place you on the sofa. 
“She’s turning,” David informed as you opened your eyes for a moment, your orbs temporarily flashing gold with flecks of red and orange. “Dinner for her and the four of us is on the way. Tell the boys.”
Marko nodded, lifting you into his arms as you whimpered, your body aching as it transformed. He carried you into the darkness while David lit a cigarette, waiting patiently for the douchebag brigade. 
They arrived after David finished his second cigarette, making lewd gestures as they pulled up, discussing what they’d do to you. David wasted no time luring them down the stairs and through the tunnels as they followed him eagerly. He could hear their disgusting thoughts and the blood rushing to their nether regions.
When they entered the main cave, they saw you lying on your back with Dwayne, Paul, and Marko by your side. 
“Wooo! Let’s get this party started!” Bryan howled as he began unbuttoning his shirt, his friend following suit. 
The boys looked at David with concern, but he quickly let them know his plan when they confronted him through the link. They backed off, allowing Bryan to get close to you, but stayed vigilant in case things went too far. 
You were their new little sister. Their brother’s blood was in your veins, and they already felt protective of you. 
Licking his lips, Bryan perched himself on the sofa next to you, leaning over to plant a sloppy kiss on your lips.
You stirred in your daze, the sound of a beating heart so close to you arousing your new vampiric instincts. You moaned, your arms slipping around his neck as you began to trail kisses from his lips to his cheek. 
You didn’t know what you were doing. Your body was moving involuntarily, as if a force had taken over you, driving you to move in this manner. The boys watched with smirks as your nails sprouted in length from your fingers and your fanged mouth slithered to his throat. 
Logan’s eyes widened, moving to scream, but Marko quickly subdued him, clamping his hand over his mouth and taking him down discreetly. Logan tried to wiggle and warn his friend, but Bryan was too far gone, caught up in the deceptive bliss of being in your arms. 
He thought he was in heaven – until you clamped down on his throat.
Bryan wailed in agony as you dug your claws into his back, holding him in place while you filled your mouth with his blood, guzzling it down into your belly. 
You fed from him, moaning as blood flowed into your mouth and dribbled down your chin. Satisfied, David and the boys turned to the struggling Logan, trapped in Marko’s hold.
The four tore into him, feeding as the man screeched, his and his friend’s screams echoing off the cave walls. 
The five of you gorged yourselves, feeding until the only evidence of their life’s blood was splattered on your faces. You pushed Bryan off you, sitting up and surveying the cave with new eyes. 
“How do you feel, dollface?” David asked as he strolled towards you, his spurs clicking against the stone. 
“I feel – alive,” you purred as you rose from your perch, throwing yourself into his arms. 
“Good,” David crooned, “Welcome Home.”
FIN.
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magicstar16 · 1 year
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Hey did y’all know that each of the Telltale Sam and Max game chapters are named after B movie titles? Specifically the chapters in “Save the world” and “The Devil’s Playhouse”?
Ice station Santa~ Ice Station Zebra
Moai Better Blues~ Mo’ Better Blues
Night of the Raving Dead~ Night of the living dead (obviously, not sure if people would consider Night of the living dead a B movie but art is subjective)
Chariots of the Dogs~ Chariots of the Gods
What’s New, Beelzebub~ What’s New Pussycat (yes, this is movie title, not just a song. Get your John mulaney jokes out of your system)
The Penal Zone~ Forbidden Zone(?) (I’m having trouble with this one, I would have thought “The Dead zone” or something, but The Dead Zone is a highly rated movie. So if anyone has any idea what this title could be referencing specifically let me know. I have a feeling it could contain a word that ends in -al, contains “The Zone” in the title [with a word between it] remember it has to be a B movie specifically and it cannot have come out after 2010, which was the release year of The Devil’s playhouse).
The Tomb of Sammun-Muk~ The Tomb of Ligeia
They Stole Max’s Brain~ They Saved Hitler’s Brain
Beyond the Alley of the dolls~ Beyond the Valley of the dolls
The city that dares not sleep~ for the life of me I can’t figure out this one. Please help
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merv606 · 7 months
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About hair…
TIG’s best hair is in Crackerjack in my opinion, bar none. He looked so handsome there with that floppy cut it’s not even funny. Also really loved the shorter, salt n’ pepper look in that movie where he goes to Poland or something (and he’s a cop). Super handsome and also distinguished! I have mixed feels about the Excessive Force hair (not a fan of mullets, but TIG’s such a looker so…). Also liked his hair in Escape from Alaska and silver fox look in The Kidnapping/Black Friday.
Might be an unpopular hot take, but my all time favorite “Daniel” look is in Cuba and His Teddy Bear as Teddy. What a total doll, the messy, shaggy hair just WORKS for him because it frames his face and brings out how very pretty he really is, how dark and expressive his eyes are. Another hot take—the Naked in New York haircut only looks good from certain angles. From the front it looks not so good, and sets weird, though from the side/profile it looks great.
That is a a good choice - crackerjack and I think Black Friday is my fav Silver Fox Look 🤔
I like Behind Enemy Lines and Beyond Forgiveness really deserves more love than it gets.
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Ulterior Motives - but I think that’s just adorable because it’s his wife as his costar.
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Hollow Point - Max Parish is a good look.
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Valek - love him but that’s just the vampire vibes more than anything and the character itself - love Valek.
I do love Ralph in NINY but I can appreciate those feelings about it.
Tragically I like him in Too Much Son 😬
Cuban and his Teddy Bear is what I picture when I think ABO Daniel in heat - it’s the sweaty hair and skin, flushed face and crazy eyes - screams omega in heat.
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Happily Divorced Ralph - hot damn - he deserves all the love.
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The Deuce Officer Haddix really really needs more love - something about him as a crooked detective - and him at the PREMIERE FOR THAT 🥵
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I have an idea for a fic where Terry has Haddix/Daniel on his payroll and they have nasty, dirty sex - starts with Haddix on his knees giving Terry BJs in seedy back alleys and Haddix getting fucked in suspect bathrooms or equally seedy clubs/bars. It progresses to
Or maybe Daniel is a detective - refusing to be bought - until Terry gets black mail info or threatens to have Miyagi deported or something - “I can make it happen, Danny.” Cue him agreeing to go on the payroll only for Terry to tell him he wants something more ….. Daniel giving his 🍑 up - and of course, after a while, well, “I don’t like you working such a dangerous job, sweetheart,” which is funny - the target he has on his back since becoming Terry’s side piece is much bigger ….. but there is something 🥵 about older Daniel becoming some kept, pretty thing on Terry’s arm - getting through life on Terry’s dime by the spread of his thighs.
* Fans self *
Older sugar baby Daniel - esp reluctant older sugar baby Daniel is just soooo 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻
Anyway / that went off the rails …..
But I reference these pics a lot:
This one below is PERFECT for Terry Mob AUs - you couldn’t get any better - and when I think of any of my many Mob AUs / this is the Terry I am imagining.
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And that one is just Sugar Daddy™️
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And I’m leaving these two of Ralph form Ugly Betty because they are some of my favs - he’s so pretty in them 😍
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That’s really just not fair dammit.
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arkhamsrevenge · 1 year
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The Witness pt 2
Jason stared at Y/N for a second.
"You stole his black book? How?"
Y/N continued to eat her chicken.
"My dad had it before he uh..." Jason understood. Thomas Elliot the famed doctor had fallen from grace and ended up in Arkham. Elliot entrusted the black book to his daughter thinking it would keep her safe...it had the total opposite affect obviously. The book didn't protect Y/N from Falcon, it only made her a target. "When I realized Falcon would come after me I ran into the Bloodhaven police department. But I soon realized there were to many on his pay role. One of them tried to kill me himself. He would have succeeded if Dick didn't step in." Jason didn't know how react. Dick told him very little about his friend from Bloodhaven even when they all went out to eat. "We hopped from safe house to safe house for a week after that. In 3 days in the trial...i just gotta make it till then." Jason wouldn't say much but Red Hood would make up for that afterwards. Flirting with her in alleys, walking her home etc.
"Don't worry about it Doll" He'd always say after Y/N was safe at home. Jason wasn't great expression himself. His temper has a small fuse and because of that he's afraid of trying to get into a relationship with someone. But Y/N? She doesn't look at him like she pities him. She looks at him normally and in her presents he feel normal. "Did I freak you out?" Y/N voice sounded worried. Jason realized he hadn't said anything since she  briefly spilled her guts to him.
"No. I just get in my head sometimes." Jason explained quickly. Y/N nodded. She got ready to pock up her plate when Jason intercepted, brushing his hand over hers. Jason's breath caught in his throat. "Do you want me to turn up the heat?" Y/N brow furrowed. "You're hands are ice cold...like dead person cold." Y/N huffed out a laugh.
"How would you know what dead body cold is?" Jason swallowed roughly.
"I can guess..." Y/N hummed.
"Whay do they say? Cold hands, warm heart?" Jason snorted.
"This is beyond cold. Are you sure you don't want the heat up?" Y/N nodded as Jason took the plate from her.
"You've have a rough week. Go get some sleep, I'll be out here watching for anything. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek.
"We can take turns in watch so you can sleep too." Jason waved her off.
"I don't sleep much." Y/N gave him a sad smiling knowing the feeling.
"Neither do I." Jason looked over his shoulder just Y/N disappearing inti her room. He took a deep breath and started to wash the dishes.
Jason woke up to the smell of tea and waffles. Or was it pancakes? He didn't care, the smell made him hungry. Jason opened his eyes to see Y/N in the kitchen area finishing off the rest of the pancake batter, making one more pancake. She had already set out syrup, staraberried and whipped cream to go this them. Jason felt his face getting hot. Even though she was I a baggy tshirt and sweatpants, he thought she looked radiant. Her hair was back in a sloppy braid, hair still loose in random strings framing her face. She turned to Jason and smiled.
"Hey. I made breakfast." Jason pushed himself off the couch and stretched.
"Thanks. Smells good." Y/N made a plate of good for Jason and placed it on the table. Jason, happy to eat a home cooked breakfast, scoffed the pancakes down with a few strawberries and some OJ.
An hour later Jason found Y/N asleep on top of her bed. He figured she probably didn't sleep last night. He understood...Falcon's after her, she probably hasn't slept well in at least a week and a half. Exhaustion was the only thing putting her to sleep. He closed the door quietly and sat on the living room couch where he woke up this morning. Jason pulled his computer out and started to do research on the Elliots and Falcons. Maybe he could...Red Hood could dig up something that would be helpful or at least a little black mail to get Falcon off Y/N back for a little bit. As Jason combed through data and article after article he was about to say, fuck it, and call it a day until he came across some Intel he wasn't expecting. He's heart dropped when he saw it. Thomas Elliot had escaped this morning, which means he's going to try to find his daughter. Jason didn't blame the man for wanting to make sure his daughter was safe. He probably saw the report Vicky Vale had done last night. Jason crused. Elliot might accidentally lead Falcon right to his daughter.
"Hey you ok?" Jason jumped at the quiet voice behind him. He spun around to see Y/N.
"Yeah but you should sit down." Y/N blinked and did what Jason said. She sat next to him looking very concerned. Jason took a deep breath and started.
"Your father escaped this morning." Y/N eyes widened.
"That..that's not surprising. He never stayed in one place very long. We're in Bloodhaven not Gotham....he'll figure that out soon. What should we do? I can't just go find him....and he might..." Jason nodded knowing she was on the same page as he was.
"I'll call Dick and tell him we are moving. Let's head to Metropolis for the next 3 days. Falcon won't go into that territory. Lex Luthor will take him visiting as a threat." Y/N took a deep breath and started to get her things.
"Good thing I didn't unpack." She mumbled.
Jason and Y/N arrived in Metropolis the rest of the three days came and went quietly with little to no problems. Jason and Y/N would talk about anything and everything to keep eachothers mind off the trial. Y/N was worried her testimony and evidence would be enough and Jason was worried about Y/N loosing her life. When the day came Officer Richard Grayson escorted Y/N Elliot back to Gotham and to the court house. Jason had followed them to Gotham as Red Hood. He made himself a spot on the court house roof. Listening in, incase something went wrong.
"Ms. Elliot do you swear to tell the whole truth, the full truth and nothing but the truth?" The judge asked. Y/N nodded.
"I do your honor." She squeaked clearly nervous. Jason's eyes didn't leave her, his anxiety was climbing, something in his gut told him there was still something not right. Still the trial continued on with Y/N giving up the black book's location. Telling the judge she didn't trust it not to be stolen. The judge nodded and sent the police to retrieve the book. Jason felt himself starting to breath normally when he heard shots being fired. Jason as Red Hood broke down through the skylight. He couldn't see the gunman but he wasn't worries about that. He needed to find Y/N. Jason's eyes scanned the court room trying to find her.
"Here!" Someone shouted. Jason turned to see a man with bandages on his face beckoning him over. He was hidding on the other side of a door frame. Jason obeyed upon turning the corner to see the man was operating on Y/N. Blood was covering her and Jason felt his heart stop. "She's gonna be ok. But she needs to get away from here." The man said continue to work on the unconscious Y/N. The man seemed know what he was doing as he extracted a bullet in tact from Y/N sternum. Jason dropped to his knees.
"How can I help?" The man waved Jason back.
"By taking her as far from here as possible when I'm done sewing my daughter up." Jason's eyes widened behind his mask.
"Elliot?" The man with bandages shooshed him.
"It's Hush now. Im planning to get revenge on Falcon...and Bruce Wayne as well. I don't my daughter getting into the cross heirs anymore than she already has." Hush said stitching his daughter's sternum shut. He then gave Jason pain pills and antibiotics. "Have her take these. Pain pills once a day and antibiotics twice. She's gonna be weak the first couple weeks but then she'll slowly get her strength back." Jason took the medication. "Here, this is the address to a safe house off the coast of Ethiopia." Jason swollwoed at that name. "Take her there...keep her safe please." Hush begs. "She shouldn't have had to do any of this. When all this is over I'll send a post card from Hawaii. Y/N always wanted to go there. Hush said quietly slowly and carefully moving his daughter to Jason who cautiously picked her up. Hush brushed his daughters hair back and kissed her forehead knowing this was goodbye. Maybe forever. "Go. Now. I'll lead them all away." Hush stood up and ran into the crowd. Jason didn't waste time running out to the court house and down the block he needed to find a car fast. As if his prayers were answered a car pulled up next to him. The driver side window rolled down to reveal Roy Harper. Jason breathed a sigh of relief.
"Get Twitty in the car. We got a plane to catch."
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melliabee · 1 month
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Febuwhump Day 21: Unresponsive — Merlin (BBC)
Lancelot found him by literally tripping over him.
“Merlin?” he asked, squinting through the gloom of the dim alley—and then more urgently, as he dropped to his knees, “Merlin!”
Merlin lay unresponsive, stretched out on his belly in the stinking mud. When Lancelot flipped him over, his arms flopped limply like a doll’s, and his head lolled.
Lancelot flinched back slightly. Merlin’s eyes were wide open in his mud-spattered face, staring blankly out.
They were solid white—pupils, irises, everything.
“Merlin?” Lancelot asked again, running quick hands over his friend’s body, checking for wounds, broken bones, anything that would explain his current state.
But there was nothing—nothing except for the unsteady rise and fall of his chest, and the dead white eyes, staring horribly in the gloom.
“Let’s get you to Gaius,” Lancelot murmured soothingly, and scooped the serving boy up in his arms, before taking off for the castle at a dead run.
Something was wrong.
And whatever it was, it was far, far beyond anything he could understand.
Merlin’s best hope lay with Gaius.
And so Lancelot ran.
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@febuwhump
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boypussydilf · 3 months
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god the entire ending of beyond the alley of the dolls is so cool. this entire game is so fucking cool
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Accidental Part 3
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I’m sorry it has took me soooo long to update this story 
This is my first post in the months 
Thankyou for all the love on previous posts, I do still check my notifications 
Here you go lovelies!
@emandems10​
Emily Gilbertson couldn't believe her best friend, little "Annie", was hitting it off so well with a handsome hot man. Emily watched her best friend laugh, be silly and drink beer while she got to know Sonny. Emily knew how self-conscious Anna was, but she never understood why. Anna was a beautiful young lady with a killer smile, big chocolate eyes and a figure to die for. Emily wasn't interested in her date anymore. She was just so excited to see her friend happy and open with someone.
Anna hadn't experienced anything like it. she hadn't experienced anything like that, she liked Sonny, he was cute, hot, funny, sweet and unique. The way she felt around him was new; she always felt old beyond her years and that she was too scared to enjoy life. When Anna is with Sonny, she feels her age, happy and light, as if she can grab life by the balls and take on anything thrown at her. Sonny made her feel like Anna, not Annie or the girl who follows Emily Gilbertson around like a puppy. She was her own person with him, and she liked that feeling very much indeed.
Sonny never thought he could feel like this. After one coffee date cut short because of his career and two beers with this amazing young woman, he thinks he might be head over heels for Anna Diaz. All of his insecurities seem to vanish when he is around her. The horrors he saw at work daily, plus the pressure he was under from his family, his team, and himself, was unbelievable. For the past few months, Sonny has struggled to find a genuinely happy moment. When he has been with Anna, all he has felt is happiness, like a massive weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
It was 1 am when the group left the bowling alley quite drunk, and they were merry, laughing and talking with each other. Sonny and Anna stayed at the back of the group in their own little world. "so this is it. I'll see you Tuesday night for dinner ?"  Anna asked, hopefully giving the man in front of her the best doe-eyed look she could with the amount of alcohol she had in her system. "Anna, I wouldn't miss it for the world. I can't wait to spend more time with you," The blonde man confessed as he stared into her eyes, getting lost in them. "Sonny, I like you. I'm looking forward to our date" Sonny felt ecstatic. He couldn't determine if it was Anna's statement or the sincerity he felt from the girl. "I like you too, Anna, very much, but you, my dear girl, are very drunk, and you need water and your bed. So I'm going to call you an Uber to get you home" All of a sudden, Anna felt tired, and the beer hit her. When the Uber arrived, Anna and Emily slid into the car's back seat with Sonny's help. When the girls were safely in the car, Sonny leaned in, pecked Anna on the lips before closing the door, and asked her to text him in her dorm room so he knew she was safe. The door shuts, and they pull off, leaving both Anna and Sonny giddy with happiness about each other.
*Tuesday Evening*
Sonny: I'm outside, Doll, in the Uber. Are you ready to go? Anna:  Yeah, give me a couple of seconds. I will be right down.
Anna came downstairs in a pink dress that flaunted her figure with black strappy heels. She ran out to the Uber, impressing Sonny in the process of running in heels. Finally, Anna got into the back of the car and closed the door. "Hello, handsome, You look good in a suit, Sonny", Anna greeted as she eyed the man up in down. "Hello Yourself, Doll; you look incredible tonight" Anna blushed at Sonny's compliment. The date was a dream for the pair, one of the best dates they had ever been on. They both didn't want to drink, Sonny was at work the following day, and Anna had class followed by lunch with her Aubella and her aunt Rita. Nevertheless, as they left the restaurant, the pair were smitten with each other leaving the restaurant, they were in their little bubble, and no one at that moment existed in the world. Anna leaned in and started to kiss Sonny with tounges in the middle of the street. A few weeks ago, Anna hated the thought of public affection, but with Sonny, she doesn't have a care in the world. "Doll, I live just down the street. Do you fancy coming in for a cup of coffee?" Anna felt like she had just had an ice bucket tipped over her; this is what she had been dreading. "Sonny, Im just going to come out and say it, Im a virgin. Im not ready for anything. I hope you understand, and I get it if you do not want to see me again or go for someone with experience." Anna looked down at her feet, ashamed. Sonny lifted her face by her chin with two fingers. "Anna, I like you. I'm not interested in a fling, im looking for the real thing here. I will wait for eternity for you if you are the woman I think you are." Sonny kissed the girl's lips, trying to pour his feelings into the kiss. Anna couldn't believe it, she had found the perfect man, and he liked her, her of all people; she felt like she was on cloud nine. "Sonny, thank you for understanding. I appreciate you waiting for me." Anna whispered, still breathless from the kiss.
*Sonny's Apartment*
The apartment itself was small, but it was cosy and homely. Anna loved apartments like this, which reminded her that new york wasn't full of people looking for high-end real estate at costly rates. Sonny's apartment smelled like vanilla, and she felt safe. "I know it's not much, but it is home." The blonde man eyed the girl nervously. "That's why it's perfect, Sonny" Anna gave the man one of her killer smiles, and he instantly felt at ease. "Come into the kitchen, Doll. I'll get the coffee started for us," Anna agreed and followed the man into the kitchen.
"So tell me about your family doll. We spent loads of time discussing mine; we didn't discuss yours" Sonny waited for the girl to open up. "My aubela is the matriarchy of the household. She is terrific, strong, kind and many other things. My aubela was my grandmother and mother all rolled into one. My dad went to college on a full scholarship when I was a baby, and he did it to provide himself and me with a better future and opportunities. He went to Harvard, and I stayed in the Bronx with my aubela. We are a small family, but my god, we are mighty; we are so close nothing will come between us." Sonny hung on to every word that Anna was saying while Anna stared into her glass as she told the story. "what about your mom?" Sonny asked innocently. "My mom walked out on my dad and me when I was six weeks old. They were both very young, and I think she was just overwhelmed, and after she left, it was just too hard to come back. If you had a child, would you want to be a part of their life? I know I would. She is probably out there somewhere, regretting what she had done all those years ago. I've tried to look for her; I found a census entry for her, dated six months after she left in LA, but the trail ran cold from there." Sonny felt pity and sadness for the girl and couldn't understand why anyone could leave their child like that. " I wanna find her, Sonny, show her im not angry with her and hopefully finally have a relationship with her."  Anna smiled at her daydream " I hope you are right, doll", Sonny sighed as he had a horrible feeling in his stomach.
" Does your dad still practise law?" Sonny asked to change the subject. "Yeah, he does. He is an ADA" Sonny was surprised he couldn't think of an ADA with the last name of Diaz. "what's his name? I may know him," Sonny quizzed as his heart hammered out of his chest, awaiting her answer. "Rafael Barba", Anna answered matter of factly. "Shit, no, Anna, no. He is the ADA on my team. I'm a detective with Manhattan's Special Victims Unit. Anna looked at the man, horrified. Suddenly she thought she liked Sonny and Sonny liked her. Why does she have to give him up? This was the happiest she had ever felt, and she didn't want to let go. "Sonny, I know this is not ideal, but I'm Anna around you. I'm happy when I'm with you, and I like you a lot. Let's keep this a secret for now and see how things go. If we go on to go separate ways, no foul was done, but if we make it, my dad will have to learn to love it. What do you say? Take a chance?" Anna could hear the blood pumping her body with adrenaline. It felt like hours waiting for Sonny's answer, but it was only a minute or two. "Yes, Doll, let's give it a go, You and me. I know this might be too soon, rash, or fast, but will you be my girlfriend? I can't stop thinking about you, Anna Diaz." Sonny spurred out as he was nervous to ask. "I don't care how soon or rash it is, and the truth is I feel the same way about you. I would love to be your girlfriend, Sonny Carisi. Both smiled like idiots until Sonny leaned over the breakfast bar and kissed Anna. "That is never going to get old", Anna stated, still with her eyes closed, reeling from the kiss.
Sonny took Anna by the hand and guided her to the sofa, where they laughed, talked and told each other stories from their pasts. It was 3 am when Anna let out a yawn. She thought she covered the yawn well, but Sonny immediately picked up on it. "Doll, take my bed; I'll take the sofa. I don't trust cab drivers this time of night. I've seen too many horrors of women getting cabs late at night." Sonny stood up and extended his hand out to help Anna up. "Sonny, I don't want you to give up your bed. I'll take the sofa." Anna tried to reason with the detective. "Absolutely not, Doll. You get my bed. End of story."  Anna got into the comfy double bed and immediately dreamed of Sonny.
*The Next Day*
Anna woke up late to her phone buzzing on Sonny's bedside table. She could still hear Sonny softly snoring. She looked at the time and realised she had missed her morning classes as it was 1 pm. she had over a hundred missed calls collectively from her tutors, Emily, her aubela and her dad. "Shit", Anna cursed as she jumped up to get ready to leave Sonny's apartment. As she was clumsily pulling her dress over her head and trying to get an uber, Sonny walked into his bedroom half asleep, trying to work out what was going on. "Doll, everything alright?" Sonny quizzed the girl "Sonny, we have slept in. It's gone 1 pm. I've missed most of my classes, and people are looking for me," Anna explained. "Doll, it will be ok. Once they realise that you are safe, they will be happy. Of course, your tutors will want you to do the catch-up, but you are smart. You can do it, and it is not as if we are going to make a habit of this, is it?" Anna relaxed at his words. "you're right, handsome, and I really need to get back, though. My uber is outside." Sonny nodded, threw on a jacket and walked his girlfriend to her uber. "Text me to let me know you are back home, ok please, doll." he leaned in and pecked his girlfriend on the lips as she got into the uber.
Anna opened her dorm room to find her dad, her abuela and Emily talking to a police officer. "What's going on?" Anna asked the room that hadn't yet noticed her. Rafael's head span so quickly that Anna was sure he would have whiplash. "Where the hell have you been?" Rafael demanded in his lawyer voice. "Annie, Are you ok?!" Emily half asked, half shouted. Lucia was too busy hugging the life out of Anna to ask anything.   "Aubela, I can't breathe. Im fine, I went to dinner last night with a few friends from class and ended up back in their dorm hall for a few drinks afterwards, and I fell asleep in the common room and slept in." Anna lied through her teeth to the people she loved the most and didn't know how to feel about it. "What about your date with what's his name? Dan, no Greg, no Simon, that was it, Simon." Anna was grateful that Emily could not remember Sonny's name. " I blew him off, and I don't have time for a relationship. I need to find a job to get work experience and cash. I have school and maintain relationships with my family and friends. "You sure you didn't go on a date, Annie?" Rafael asked to ensure he didn't need to threaten any boy with an inch of his life to protect his daughter. "I'm sure, dad, I got what I need right here in this room. A relationship will be much later on." Anna couldn't help but think of Sonny and how much he belonged to be in this room. Anna realised that it would be difficult but worth the result.
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f-z-blackheart · 1 year
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The Myobu Engine
You don't remember where you heard about it first.
A name whispered in back alleys. A thing said to be beyond comprehension. A being formed of titanium, magic, a soul, and fury. A messenger of a divine. A rice thresher in the shape of a fox that was perfectly fine with threshing human souls from the husk they called a body.
Some said it lived near Sendai Station. Others said it resided near Takekoma Inari. Others still lead you to this café ran by a witch and her doll lovers. The café was cozy, but busy. It didn't look like where something like it would be. You went up to the counter and while you could read the sign, you knew you were out of place. The way you spoke clashing with everyone's rustic accent. It was humiliating that you had to ask the barista three times to explain the special before accepting defeat and instead you order a dupio.
The patrons' eyes burrowed into your soul.
Then woman with a shaved head, and a jackal like face sat across from you. Shi wore a JAXA shirt but in vibrant green. Hir pants were denim, and shi had a cane. " 見知らぬ顔だな。何を探しにきたか?[What are you seeking stranger?]" You were thankful shi spoke with slight English accented Japanese, much like a coworker you have back in Tokyo.
"機動命婦を探している。[I'm seeking the Myobu Engine.]" You said. Then you notice the café was silent. You look, and all that's left of the other patrons is you and the jackal looking woman. You swallow a lump in your throat
The bald woman nods and sips at hir tea. "なるほど。なぜそいつを探しに来たのか?[I see. Why are you seeking it?]"
"夢なら何でも叶えさせるだそうです。[There are those who say it can make dreams real.]"
"人間の心臓を食すという話もありそうだ [There are those who also say it eats human hearts.]" Not that you hadn't heard that before but it was still horrifying. " それならなぜその危険を冒すか[So... why risk it?]"
"他に頼れる場所はないから [Because... I have no where else to go.]"
"そうかと思った。お前はそれほどやけっぱちだよな [Yup, that scans. You are that desperate aren't you?]"
You hang your head in shame. " そうですよ。[I am.]"
The Jackal faced woman pointed to a back door. "裏通りにあるはずのないドアはある。ちゃんとこれしかないと間違いは無かったら開けろ。あれは怒るに決まってるが、気概を証明できれば、あれは必ず願い事を聞く [There is a door that shouldn't be there in the alley. Open it, but only if you are positive that is the only option you have. It will be displeased with you, but if you can prove your mettle to it, it will listen.]"
You eye the door. It was ominous. You turn to face the woman again, and find hir gone. The café was full again. The watch on your wrist chiming that it was midday. There was no better time than now.
No one stopped you as you went for the door, but the barista looks at you in fear. You step into an alley and like the jackal woman said there was a door. It looks like the door to an American home that lead nowhere. You hesitate before opening the door.
Inside should not exist. The door should have lead to a wall, to an apartment, to nothing. What greeted you was something more rural than your life in the city prepared you for. There are rice fields lit with lanterns that glowed like moonlight, bipedal silhouettes attended to them. The mountains look like something you saw out of an old film, and you have never seen that many stars in one place ever. Finally, something sat in a rocking chair, long shapes lashing slightly as it rocks. You walk in, and close the door. There was a brief puzzle of whether or not to take off your shoes. Keeping them on won out given you were outdoors and in the middle of the night.
You walk towards the figure in the chair. "人間はなぬすぬ個々まで来だのっしゃ?[What is a human doing here?]" Came a husky feminine voice, the rustic accent sounded refined and discerning as compared to the others in the café.
"貴方は機動命婦。。。ですか?[Are... are you the Myobu Engine?]"
The figure stops rocking, the long shapes that you now recognize as tails stopped moving. It stood up with practiced care. "そうだっちゃ。[That I am.]" It turns to face you, eyes glowing like the full moon. ". おらの縄張りまでなにしに来たんだいが?[What brings you to my domain.]" It demands.
The eyes froze you. " 家柄を取り戻したいのです。[I wish to recover my lineage.]"
"何の家柄っしゃ?今の世の中で大名なんかになりでえのっしゃ?[And what lineage is that? Do you long to be some daimyo in this era?]" It laughs cruelly. "人間共は変わってね。[Humans, always the same.]" You gulp, trying to speak again but it continues. "力を欲望し、天下を取ろうとし、煩悩に優れた愚か者ども。貴様の願いを叶えると思うかー[Power hungry, wishing the world was theirs, so much desire. No, I don't think I will grant you your—.]"
"天下なんかどうでもいい、それを欲しくありません![That is not my wish!]" You shout at it in fury. The figures working the fields stopped and you feel their eyes on you.
The fox's tails lashes and it approaches you. You recognize the image of a combat doll no matter what form it was. The scars criss-cross on its body through synthetic fur. The image of a man standing in front of a tank comes to your mind, and you feel a perverse kinship with him as you stare up at this being of dread and wonder. "んだれば、邪魔者よ、なぬがほいなぐ欲しい?[Then what, oh interloping one, is your wish?]"
"高祖母はイタコであり、かつて人形を制作しました。戦前改革対抗により迫害されましたが、曾祖母は彼女から教わる機会は全くなかった。[My great great grandmother was a witch, and she made dolls. She was persecuted for standing against the reforms of the pre-war eras, and never taught my great grandmother.]"
Its eyes narrows. "んだれば彼女見でえになりでえのっしゃ?[And you wish to become like her?]"
"ええ。[Yes.]" You meet its luminous, icy eyes. Your hands shake, but your face remains firm.
It sighs. "おらはお前を力になれねえげんとも、方法を案内すべ。[I cannot help you, but I can point you to a path.]"
"はい、なんでも。[I will take anything.]"
"どいなぐかかるかわがっちゃねのす。[You don't even know the cost of what it will be.]"
"才能はきっと心の中に眠っています。高祖母見たいに、そして彼女の母親たちみたいに、イタコになりたい![I know I have the skill! I want to be a witch like my great great grandmother and her mothers before me.]" You got to your knees and bow, forehead touching the soil beneath you. "金なら幾らでも!ですが機動命婦様!是非とも我が行くべき道を照らしたまえ![I will pay whatever cost it will be. Just please, oh most glorious Myobu Engine, light my way.]"
The silence stretches on as it looked at you. "立っで、こばがくせに。[Stand up you fool.]" It says. ""必死だど分がるだげんとも、これを渡すと教える魔女は一人いるだでば。[I know you are desperate, and I know there is a witch who will teach if you hand her this.]" It pulls out a business card from its jacket pocket. "警告しなかったと言わねえでけろ。蒲公英王をごしっぱらげさせるでねのっしゃ。[But never say that I didn't warn you, The Dandelion Queen is no woman to be crossed.]"
You stand up, and grab the card. "ありがとうございます!たすかります!あの。。。[Thank you! Thank you, you are most kind. Uh]" The realization sinks in. "蒲公英王ってどなた様でしょうか?[Who is the Dandelion Queen?]"
"都沢晶子。んだれば、考えを変えてお前を食がる前にちゃっちゃど消えろ。[Miyakozawa Akiko. Now go, before I change my mind and eat you.]" It hisses. You run, shutting the door behind you. When you turn back, the door wasn't there. The card in your hand, the one that said in seal script "Myobu Engine" was. And for the first time in decades, the world felt right again.
Commentary
So I want to shout out to @riversidewings here for letting me muck about in its story universe.
I am glad to be working with it on its projects not only as cohost, but friend.
Now to continue: I wanted to write the Myobu Image because the image of a Yokai that is a combat doll wouldn't leave my head. And leave it to someone like me to sit down and make the Myobu Engine.
As for the Kanji for Myobu Engine 機動命婦: Myobu is commonly rendered as 命婦, and refers to the white foxes with the red markings. But then why 機動? I wanted to invoke the image of a being that was built for warfare and heavily armored. So I pulled from the Kido-Tai, Japanese Riot police, 機動隊. I hope that makes sense to you reader.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, as I enjoy helping River M59A1 find a voice Akiko and Zee.
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30. willing and AHEM that reblogged post about consequences of defending one's honour 😏 for Nix and Eileen, or a lesser written couple of your choice. Juno xx
I'm going to tie this in with Kind Anonymous Friend's request for 'moon' and Nix.
Fair warning: Consenting adults are doing consensual things under the cut. This is very 🌶️🌶️🌶️🔥
If this was how he was going to die, it was a hell of a way to go.
He only had a 72 hour pass to London. Tomorrow he would pack his bag and get back on the train to Swindon for the long, shuffling train ride and bus connection back to Aldbourne and army life.
Tonight, however, there was an air raid - and Eileen.
He hadn't been expecting to see her - hell, he scarcely knew that she'd been assigned to a USO tour, or that she was in London now, or that she was known to frequent the same hotel where he'd be staying. Other officers could stay at the Red Cross Club, but Lewis Nixon the Third had standards where hotels were concerned, even if there was a war on and standards were generally slipping a little.
They'd met casually over drinks, shared dinner, gone their separate ways - and then he'd woken up to a message from the front desk and Miss Hammond - would he like to do dinner again?
When she'd been the only thing he could think about all night? Of course he would.
The time could not come quick enough - he wandered London almost aimlessly for the day, peeking in shop windows that had nothing to sell and glancing at gardens that had lost their railings. Everything seemed like he was - out of its natural order.
He spent too much time that evening shining his shoes, brushing his coat and fixing his buttons before going downstairs to wait in the lobby. And when she came downstairs, she was just…too pretty for words. This was Eileen as she was meant to be seen - lipstick and waved hair and perfectly seamed stockings, and a little fur wrap at her neck to close the collar of her coat. He knew he was staring, but he just didn't care - and neither did she, it seemed.
Dinner was lovely, the steak only slightly past its prime and the wine nothing to write home about, but it was worth everything just to have her at the table. She was funny and bold and gave him just as good as she got. Where have you been my whole life? Lew wanted to ask. Where were you before I married Kathy?
Going home they couldn't seem to get a cab for love or ready money, but that didn't put her out, and she declared they'd walk. The streets were a little more crowded now, as Saturday night turned out its pockets and unleashed the rest of the American horde. Soldiers and sailors and airmen, every single uniform imaginable speaking every kind of English there was.
They tried to lose the crowd, Eileen's hand tight in his own as she pulled him down quieter side streets. The moon was full and there was just the barest chill in the air, and she clung a little closer to him as they walked.
A drunk fool in an Air Forces crusher cap ambled by and whistled at Eileen, and she pulled a little closer to Lew. The man only laughed.
"Hey, doll, who's next when he's done?"
Who's next - like there was a line, and she only a cheap tart. And Lew didn't even think about what he did next - there was only his fist, connecting with the airman's face.
The man stumbled back, clearly stunned, and Lew planted himself to start fighting. He was hardly thinking now, running on the muscle memory of fights at school, fists curled. Eileen, however, had other ideas - she yanked his arm and ran.
Lew had no idea anyone could run in heels, but if anyone could do it, of course it would be Eileen. They'd covered several blocks before she let them slow down, both breathing heavily, and ducked into an alley to check and see the coast was clear, and the drunk airman's friends hadn't managed to find them.
They huddled together, in the shelter of the wall, hearts pounding clear into the brickwork and the moon bright and sinister in the road beyond. It was late and cold and the street they'd run to looked to be deserted.
Eileen pulled away to look at him. "Lewis Nixon, were you defending my honor?"
"Yeah," he said, a little breathless, hardly believing himself. "Guess I was."
And whatever he was expecting for that answer wasn't what he got next - a kiss, and not a polite one, either. He found himself moaning into her mouth at the pleasure of it, having a woman pressed against him in all the ways that counted. She was soft and warm and...and then she started undoing his belt buckle, and there was a sudden cold rush of air around his cock, and the unfamiliar sensation of the wool of her suitjacket, brushing up against it.
"Eileen - what are you-"
"Saying thank you," she said, with a gleam in her eyes, kneeling down and kissing him there, her lipstick strange on his skin.
Lew was completely lost for words. "Christ."
And then the air raid siren went off.
His brain didn't know which way to turn - there was the urge to flee, and the pounding, desperate desire to let Eileen do what she was doing, what he'd dreamed of more than once. The world was delirious with noise, the klaxon wailing relentlessly into the night, and it was all Lew could do to close his eyes and hold his fist against the wall and not completely lose it with Eileen's perfect, warm mouth covering him, her hands braced a little against his legs. Her tongue lapped at the length of him, teasing the softness of his balls, and he felt himself going stiff, his mind totally and completely blank except for the animal urge to let her keep going.
If this was how he was going to die, it was a hell of a way to go.
And when it was over, and the siren had finally stopped, and he was still leaning against the wall, breathless and pleasured, the only word he could come up with was '...Fuck."
"Yes, I wish we would," Eileen said, rising from the ground with a grin and neatly blotting at her mouth. "Your place or mine?" Lew could only stare.
Eileen Hammond, I hate how much I want you.
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siren song More shuji angst, bc im equal parts shuji whore and sad lmao (~450 words)
In your teens the sound of sirens symbolized freedom and flight. You associated sirens with the clatter of spray paint cans, raucous laughter, the feeling of a bigger hand in yours and the crisp summer breeze as your boyfriend pulled you down a maze of alleyways. Sirens were the soundtrack of your love story with Shuji.
How many times had you two had a moment like this? Shuji made routine of pressing your back into the wall of a poorly lit alley as sirens whooped in the distance. He lived for slotting his lips with yours and to have you taste the epinephrine on his tongue as sirens grew nearer and eventually faded again.
But they weren’t fading this time. No, in fact the heavy stomp of boots and shouts were closing in on you and Shuji as he kissed you against a cheap chain-link fence. The wire of the fence left sharp indentations in the soft flesh of Shuji’s hand as his other pressed you into him by the small of your back. You tried not to focus on the rattling of the fence from the taller man’s unsteadiness. The ringing in your ears from a gunshot fired far too close that kicked off this horrific night served your well now to turn a blind eye to your boyfriend’s fear or pain or anxiety. You ignored the wetness of your face from your tears and the slickness of the blood seeping through your shirt from Shuji’s body pressed flush against yours.
He pulled his face away and took in a shuddered breath through teeth gritted with pain and stained red with blood from lip split from the fight he’d had an hour earlier. His lashes were heavy with tears of his own. “You have to run now.” He clearly was struggling to stifle a wave of staccato sobs. He shook off your pleas to not go to instead climb the fence with you and leave, despite his two serious gunshot wounds to the side and leg rendering him immobile beyond this point. “Go! Now!” it was the last of his energy to shove you away as a cop finally spotted him and barreled your way.
A scream of his name pierced the night as a heavy cop tackled Shuji to the ground like a rag doll, like a dead man standing. With a strained, raspy shout he howled another threat to run, and you complied.
There was so love confession. You didn’t offer an apology. You didn’t need to. This was just part of your song: a song of excitement and love and loss and tragedy. It was a song you knew he understood perfectly.
You just hoped this wasn’t the end of it.
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ffxivwrite 2023: fish out of water
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Nearly everybody in La Noscea spoke with such a strange, heavy accent that Yuma always ended up feeling stupid after each conversation. Never had she needed to ask people to repeat themselves so much. The reverse was also true—her own Viera accent was so thick, most Lominsans couldn’t understand her either. Every conversation was frustrating.
Yuma made a little figurine out of shells and bits of twine, and propped it against the window of her inn room in the Mizzenmast. She spent some of the gil she earned at Summerford on a book entitled “TALK YOUR WAY TO THE TOP: THE ART OF ACCENTS.” The back of the book promised to guide readers through a ten chapter course in developing a professional accent, so they can one day “hobnob with all manner of nobles and scholars, from the Ul’dahn Syndicate to the bookworms of Sharlayan!” 
She practiced speaking to her shell doll, all through the night. 
The eikons of this land were born of earth and ocean, and Limsa Lominsa stayed forever vigilant against a possible eikon summoning. All buildings had shock absorbant foundations so that they won’t crumble in a sudden quake. Everyone who lived by the sea kept watch for the tide withdrawing too far, and were ready to flee for higher land at a moment’s notice. Sisipu, who ran the Fisher’s Guild, warned Yuma to never go diving in the Galadion Bay, and to never sail beyond the Maelstrom barricade. Wawalago, the true guildmaster, encouraged exploration but also encouraged running away very fast if things go south. 
Don’t call them eikons, Yuma reminded herself. Imperial terms make people jumpy. Give chicken eggs to Qiqirn merchants for a discount. Don’t buy new line and tackle from Hawker’s Alley—go to the gobbies instead. 
She spoke to her shell doll, covering her old accent with a coat of new paint. She practiced her curative magicks until her whole body ached from expending aether. She sat in silence and watched people bustle to and fro, wrapping herself in city noise and hoping that she’ll grow into it, like a child in an oversized coat. 
When this strange new land got too much, Yuma returned to the sea. She plunged into the waters off Zephyr Drift and dove as deep as she could, until the reached the bottom of the kelp forest and the sunlight glinted and wavered from high above. The Kojin’s blessing she had received let her breathe in the sea, and there she sat until the water rumbling in her ears replaced the static in her head. 
Fish of all colors wove in and out of the kelp. Coral butterflies, angelfish, silver anchovies, Merlthor gobies, finger shrimp. Crawling around kelp holdfasts were tiny sea pickles, soft to the touch and vibrant as jewels. Yuma reached out and let a pair of them wiggle onto her hand. One was white as pearls, and the other was lavender. 
Yuma remembered the statue of Llymlaen in the Anchor Yard, and recalled how puzzled she had been to see the Navigator as half woman and half fish. She heard fairytales about mermaids when she was small, but she didn’t think there would be people out there that actually worshipped a mermaid goddess. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a fish tail like Llymlaen and stay underwater forever, Yuma thought. She could even do Limsa and favor and skewer that sea serpent eikon everyone was so afraid of before it could make any tidal waves. 
She played with the sea pickles in her hand, letting them crawl over her fingers, and daydreamed about what she would look like as a mermaid. She would have a bright red tail maybe, to match her hair, or she could have a tail as dark blue as the sea at night. Yuma didn’t want a showy, fanning tail like a betta fish. She would like something sleek and built for speed, like a shark or Ash tuna. 
Suddenly, a shadow of a life ring fell over her, snapping her out of her reverie. Yuma surfaced and found herself staring at the panicked face of a young Roegadyn Yellowjacket. He had been tossing life rings into the water, and now he stared at Yuma like she was a ghost.
“Thank the Navigator yer not dead!” said the Yellowjacket. “Ye’ve been down there so long, I thought ye’d drowned for sure!”
Yuma didn’t know anyone saw her go diving. She swam back to shore, where she shook seawater off her ears, splashing her would-be savior.
The Yellowjacket sighed. “Listen, lady, this is me second day on the job. I didn’t sign up to go fishing for corpses. If ye want t’ go swimmin’, try the beach at Mist. They’ve got an actual lifeguard.” 
Yuma didn’t say anything. She left the Yellowjacket to collect all the life rings alone. 
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