#Remove F from Flying Pigs

[sillygooseassociation]

Lucky Charm

Request: Would you write about surprising Ted with lingerie or in one of his shirts or jerseys when he gets home from travelling? 😈

Description: You welcome Ted home from his win against Liverpool, a welcome he will excitedly accept.

Warning: smut, oral (f receiving)

Pairing: Ted Lasso x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

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Ted’s head snapped up as soon as his chin hit his chest, letting out a squeak as he startles awake. Beard closes his book, using a finger to keep his spot, “What’s up, coach?” Ted rubs his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he takes a deep breath, “Nothin’ coach. Just don’t wanna fall asleep so close to home, y’know?” The right-hand man nods in understanding, opening his book once again as Ted glances out the window, watching the fields turn into buildings as they enter the city. 

Jumping a little at the buzz of his phone, Ted scoffs at himself and how tired he feels, though his exhaustion doesn’t last long when he opens his messages. 

Y/N 😍❤️: Congrats on your win, Coach Lasso. Hope you’re not too celebrated out xxx [image attached]

Ted checks over his shoulder at lightning speed when he opens the accompanying image, not wanting to withstand any teasing but also not okay with anyone seeing his girl. He knows the photo isn’t the most revealing, all parts are covered, yet he would have to watch pigs fly during a cold day in hell while it rains cats and dogs before he lets any eyes but his own view that sacred photo.

Looking back down once he knows the coast is clear, Ted’s eyes widen as his face reddens and his pants tighten slightly. With the sheets of your shared bed as the background, the posed photo focuses on your body from the neck down, a Richmond jersey hugging your body, stopping just below where your hips meet your bare legs. Ted takes in a deep breath, staring at the expanse of your thighs before tracing back up to the jersey, hardening even more at the knowledge that the back of your jersey has his last name plastered on it. 

After an eon of a bouncing leg, a stared-at phone, and a leaking head, Ted, who normally waited for all the players to exit the bus before he did, ran off the vehicle, backpack on his shoulder as he yelled something about an upset stomach and seeing the team on Monday. 

One more eon later (each “eon” being about 15 minutes in reality), Ted fished his keys out of his pocket before struggling to get his key in the lock, his hands shaking with excitement. Toeing his shoes off at the door and hanging up his puffer, Ted breathes out a sigh of relief as he heads to the bedroom, eager for release after 30 minutes of his cock leaking and not softening at all.

Opening the door, Ted lets out a low groan at the sight of you in the middle of the bed, hand under the bottom of the jersey as you squeeze your eyes shut, small gasps leaving your lips, “You getting yourself ready for me, beautiful?”

Opening your eyes to see Ted moving towards the bed, discarding his clothes as he nears, a wide smile shows on your face, “I’m always ready for you coach Lasso.” Ted moans in contentment at the title, taking off his pants so he is left in only his underwear, standing at the bottom of the bed. You lift yourself onto your knees, staring at him as you remove your hand, bringing up your glistening fingers so that it is in between you two, “Should I take care of this or would you like to?”

Ted takes one more step forward, knees hitting the side of the mattress as his hand grasps your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth as he takes your three fingers in his mouth, sucking on them as he maintains eye contact with you before closing his eyes and throwing his head back as he lets out a guttural moan. You take the opportunity to inch closer, throwing yourself into his chest as you wrap your arms around his torso, leaving a kiss on his Adam’s apple. Licking from the base of his neck to below his ear, you breathily give him your congratulations, “Very nice job on your win today, baby.”

Looking back at you, Ted’s eyes are blown with lust as he rakes in the image of you in his jersey, “Thanks, darling. Only happened because of my lucky charm.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he pushes you up the bed, laying you down on your back as he slots himself in between your legs, “Your lucky charm?”

Ted nods affirmatively, lowering himself so he is at eye level with your dripping core that he sees as he pushes the jersey up, eliciting a moan from him, “Yeah, my lucky charm. The love of my life watching me from home while wearing my jersey, and apparently nothing else”. You let out a whine at the combination of his words and his hot breath as he blows on your swollen clit.

“Now let me thank my lucky charm, ‘lright?” Before you can even respond, Ted licks up your slit slowly before latching onto your nub, sucking rhythmically as you let out a string of whines. Moving your hands down to tug at Ted’s hair, you brace your feet on the bed as you thrust up. Chuckling at your eagerness, Ted looks up at you through his hooded eyelids, “Give me a second sweetheart, let me taste ya before I give you what you want.” 

You nod desperately, wanting any kind of relief but also anxious to see the throbbing cock that had made a wet spot on the front of Ted’s briefs. Ted curls two of his fingers into you before his tongue follows, lapping up as much of your juice as you can. He groans in delight, his mustache tickling your clit as it is on high alert, pushing you close to the edge. “T-Ted, Imma…”  Ted pulls away barely from your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit at the perfect pace, “I know sugar, let go for me. Come all over my mouth, it’s just how I want ya.”

With Ted’s reaffirming words and resumed attack on your core as his thumb continues on your clit, you reach your peak while you let out a loud moan, pulling at Ted’s hair. As you come back down earth, you feel Ted cleaning you up with his tongue, not a single drop left behind as he hums Richmond’s chant to himself. 

He pushes himself up so he’s level with your face, emphatically kissing you, bringing a moan from you at the taste of yourself on his lips. You quickly reach down, tugging his briefs down before he wiggles out of them and kicks them to the ground. You grasp him, rubbing your thumb over the tip, “Want you in me, coach.”

Ted groans deeply before nodding, latching onto your neck to leave a mark as he positions his dick right above your entrance. You move to take off the jersey before Ted stops you, grabbing your hands as he puts his weight on his knees, not yet entering you, “Hey there now. Wanna keep my lucky charm just as it is. Gonna fuck you as you wear my name, get a taste of what it’ll be like when I marry ya, okay sweetness?” 

Ted was thanking every god above that he didn’t fall asleep on the bus back to Richmond.

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Cariño (Part 1) Jake Lockley X F!Reader

Cariño Masterlist

Rating: 18+ (this chapter is clean, but it's gonna get a bit steamy later on!)

Warnings: Swearing (can I write anything without profanity? No.) Pining. Terrible Spanish.

A/N: Okay, so this story acutally has a plan to it! (Whhhaattt?) Also please let me know if you think I have missed a warning!

Summary: You’re pretty good at procuring hard to find items for others, for the correct price. So when Jake Lockley hires you to steal an Egyptian artefact it should all be plain sailing. Right?

Word Count: 2403

Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

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You didn’t have any ice and kind of felt a little apprehensive about putting a bag of frozen cauliflower on your face.

So you’d settled for some folded up kitchen roll that you’d run under the tap, wrung out and shoved in the fridge for ten minutes. And two prescription painkillers that were meant to be for migraines. 

The plan had been to go straight to bed until there had been a familiar, and distinctive, knock at the door. 

You sighed, a little more than annoyed at the timing. Maybe if it had been anyone else you would have just ignored it. Gone to bed. Ignored them. Or blatantly yelled for them to ‘fuck off’. 

Another knock. 

You grimaced a little as you removed your makeshift ice pack and paused over the bin before you stuck it back in the fridge. 

You grimaced more as you caught sight of your reflection in the kitchen window. The darkness outside didn’t take the edge off the lovely bruise and swelling on your right cheek. 

Maybe he wouldn’t mention it. 

Maybe pigs would fly.

You opened the door halfway through the third knock, not bothering to look through the peep hole into the hallway. 

“Hello Jake.” You said in a sing song voice, stepping slightly to the side as you held the door for him to come in. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

Any hopes you had of him just walking in and politely ignoring your cheek’s condition quickly evaporated. 

His eyes bored into you, fixated on the right side of your face. You fought the urge to squirm under his scrutiny. 

“Mierda.” Shit.  He muttered. Your Spanish was awful, but you got that one.

He clenched his jaw, his whole-body tense. Well, tenser than usual, there had never been a time you had actually seen him completely relaxed. He didn’t seem the sort. Probably slept standing up. 

Jake kept looking at you and there was a familiar heart rising up your neck. You turned quickly; you weren’t going to blush in front of his stupidly hansom face- no not hansom. Just… Ugh.

You let go of the door and walked further in, heading for the living room. 

There was a thud from behind as Jake quickly stepped in and closed the door behind him. 

“Who the fuck did that?” His accent was heavier than usual. 

You gave him a small glance over your shoulder but didn’t break your stride. “Does it matter?” 

He said something in Spanish, so fast that you couldn’t differentiate the words. Whatever it was, it wasn’t polite. 

The living room and kitchen were connected in your flat, a blend of space you normally appreciated. But now all you could think was that it would be helpful to have a bit more wall to hide behind. 

“Take a seat.” You gestured vaguely to the settee, already heading for the far-off cupboard. 

 He stood in the middle of the room, dwarfing it with his aura. Like he was a sun bleaching everything else into blandness. 

“Drink?” You said as calmly as you could, purposefully not waiting for an answer or meeting his gaze. You pulled out the bottle of whiskey and held it under your arm as you grabbed two glasses, filling yours with water. 

Your hands shook ever so slightly, and you took a subtle breath that didn’t calm your panicked nerves as well as you’d like. This was embarrassing. Mortifying. You weren’t a child with their first crush. Get. Yourself. Together. 

“Sorry there’s no ice.” You placed the bottle and his glass carefully on your small coffee table before slumping down into your armchair. 

“Cheers.” You raised your water and took a sip, only now making eye contact, and gave him a small smile that hurt your cheek. 

Jake sat down slowly on the very edge of the settee, still tense. He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, his complete attention on you. Ready to leap into action at the smallest sound. 

You let your shoulders slump slightly. It was exhausting just to look at him. 

“Who hit you?” He wasn’t going to let this go.

“A man.” You kept your voice light, playful even. Just trying to juxtapose his seriousness. 

“What man?” His voice lowered, eyes dark.

“A man that is now in jail.” 

“He should be dead.” 

You paused. If anyone else had said that you would have taken it as a joke without question. But with Jake’s tone… it sounded more like a promise than a threat. 

“Yeah well,” you shifted in your seat, the intensity of his eyes was too much. It was always too much. Like he could read your thoughts. Predict your every move. Oh, you really hoped to god he couldn’t read your thoughts. “He’s in jail so...” You shrug. Not knowing what to say. 

“Why did he hit you?” 

You relented. It was easier just to tell him. You knew that. Your pride had been bruised more than your skin; you should have seen the blow coming. “It was a job, he realised he’d been caught.” You shrugged again, failing at being dismissive. “Flight or fight I guess.”

“You were working alone?” 

You paused only slightly. It would be so easy to read his expression as care. Easy to fool yourself into hope. But you were a realist. You knew Jake just didn’t want to lose a good contact.

“Eric was with me.”

Jake scoffed and rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath.

“It wasn’t his fault. I was just the closest.” 

“Hmm.” 

Jake had never been a particular fan of Detective Eric Peterson. The officer worked for the police art and antiques unit. He was a kind man who often hired you for your expertise on being able to find things, mainly art, artifacts, and the such, that other people could not. 

Your regular assistance on most matters gave you the rather generous bonus of the police looking the other way when it came to your less than legal methods. And the occasional less than legal clients that requested them - As long as you didn’t steal something from right under the law’s nose.

“Look, Jake, I’m sure you didn’t come here just for an update on my working life.” You sat up a bit straighter. It was time to talk business. Everything was easier when you were talking business. “What are you after?” 

You resisted the urge to add ‘this time?’

He watched you for a second longer before he reached into his inside jacket pocked at pulled out a folded piece of paper. 

It was dogeared and you couldn’t stop your grin as he carefully flattened it out, smoothing out the bends as best he could against his knee before he placed it on the table. 

It was your turn to lean forward in your chair. 

There was a black and white photo of ankh with a couple of paragraphs of typed information. You scanned it quickly. 

You knew whatever he wanted would be ancient Egyptian before you even looked. It always was. (Save for the one time he was after a Babylonian tablet.) 

The photo held your interest for a second longer. The ankh was detailed. About three inches long, solid gold, with hieroglyphs carved along it. In the dead centre was a meticulously crafted scrab beetle, its wings open in flight. 

Jake watched you carefully as you ran your fingers along the side of your glass, another smile spreading itself across your lips. He could see the subtle difficulty in moving your cheek, the tiny flinch of pain that you hid well behind your excitement.

“Would you like the good news first, or the gooder news?” You put your glass down next to the paper. 

He leant his head to the side and raised his eyebrows, his lips pulled ever so slightly upwards. 

“Not only can I get this for you,” you tabbed the photo to the beat of your words. “But I know exactly where it is.” 

You picked up your glass, swallowing a mouthful before sitting back fully once more. “I can get it for you by the end of next week.” 

Technically you should be working on procuring and authenticating a Ruben, honest, legal work for once. But you could push it back a little, already you were rearranging flights in your mind. 

You hated to admit that Jake was the only client that got priority treatment. Bumped ahead of others. 

But truth be told, if it had been anyone else, you wouldn’t have even told them you already knew where the ankh was. 

“How much?” Always direct. 

You ignored the childish pang of upset that he wasn’t even impressed. 

Your base price for private clients was £10,000. The lowest you would ever go was £8,000. Enough to make sure whoever was asking was serious. 

“£5000.” You said. 

Jake said nothing. 

He stared at you again, those eyes that felt like they were breaking you apart. 

This time you held his gaze. 

Slowly, far too slowly, he took hold of the whisky bottle. Twisted the lid off single handily with his thumb and forefinger while the other three held the neck against his palm. 

You looked away from his eyes to study his hand as he expertly rolled the lid along his fingers, like someone else would do with a coin, before holding it in place and pouring a generous measure into his glass. 

A prickle of heat rose to your skin, feeling him watching you as you watched him. 

Your breathing sounded to loud as he quietly placed the bottle back on the table, the lid next to it. 

He leisurely swirled the amber liquid before taking a large mouthful, his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. 

“You don’t drink.” He finally said, voice quiet, almost a whisper. Easy to miss if he didn’t have your full attention. 

It caught you off guard. You had only told him once, a passing comment that had no weight to it. 

“It’s a gift.” You answered, just as quietly. But held yourself back from adding, ‘for you.’

Perhaps he mistook your tone as sharp. He nodded, swirling the whiskey again and watching it move. The shadow of his eyelashes were long against his cheeks when he looked down.

It was a relief to be out of his gaze. But cold at the same time. 

There was an uncomfortable pause. Your heartbeat echoed loudly in your neck.

“£5000 is cheap.”

“Repeat client privilege.” You smiled. 

He did not return the gesture. 

“I’ll pay £10,000.” 

For some reason that stung more than anything. 

He swallowed the last mouthful in his glass before putting it back onto the table. He used his little finger to quiet the sound before looking back up at your from under his eyelashes.

“And I’m coming with you.” 

“Jake, I-”

“You obviously need someone to watch your back cariño.” He ran the tip of his forefinger along his cheek bone. 

You scoffed and shook your head, turning to look across to the kitchen window. You could see the lights of Canary Wharf in the distance. 

It was a bad idea to let him come, you would be on edge the whole time. You would have to look at his stupid face. Deal with an extended amount of time together. 

It was easier when there was a coffee table between you. Brief meetings in person. Small moments in time even though he occupied your thoughts for days after.

Plus you didn’t know what he would be like on actually on the field. How well could he lie and act the part? Could he handle any pressure? 

You’d only ever seen him in relation to a job. The sign on and hand off. Nothing else. 

But in your heart of hearts you knew he had seen more danger than you ever had. 

“Alright.” You breathed in deeply and stretched your back, pulling your shoulder together and earning a satisfying pop and click in the process. 

Jake nodded, satisfied. 

“But,” you shifted a little forward, unintentionally mirroring his position. “You’ll have to do what I say.”

The smallest light grew in his eyes. A subtle thing you missed. 

“My plan,” you continued. “You can’t be getting in my way.”

This time he grinned. “Of course, Jefa.” Boss. “Whatever you say.” 

“Alright,” you stood. The pain in your cheek had dulled, but the drowsiness from the medication was starting to eat away at you. “I’ll message you the details tomorrow.”

He stood and nodded. 

You moved towards the door and turned. “I trust you have a passport?” 

“Of course.” You hadn’t realised that he had taken a step closer to you. Heat radiated off him and scorched into your skin.

“In your name?” 

He put his hand on his chest playfully. “Cariño,” he drawled. “What do you take me for?”

You clicked your tongue. “Just... just send me a photo of whatever passport you have.”

Jake grinned at you. The expression cat like and bordering on wickedness. 

He followed you to the door, a step behind. Your hand was on the lock when he spoke again, his voice low almost talking to himself. 

“Why do you live here?” 

A bemused frown etched into your face as you turned to him. “What do you mean?”

“The money you make,” he shrugged. He wasn’t usually this talkative. 

“You mean, why am I not in a penthouse in central?” 

He shrugged again, an affirmative motion this time. 

“You don’t know how much money I make.” It wasn’t his business where it went either. 

“You should live somewhere safer.” 

“Well…” Your words caught in your throat, mind lagging a second behind. That certainly wasn’t what you were expecting to hear. 

“Thank you for your concern,” you kept your tone light and jokey. “But I like it here. It’s my home. And you,” you paused a beat to give him a look, “are the only business associate who ever comes to my flat, who even knows where I live, and who turns up unannounced.” 

You turned and opened the front door, missing Jake’s smile at your words. 

He stepped into the hallway. “Thank you for the drink.”

“No problem.” 

“You should really get some ice.” He gazed at you a moment too long, like he was reading secret messages on your skin before he added, “for your face.”

#jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #moon knight #fanfic #my writing #jake lockley x f!reader

[the-firebird69]

Had a huge day that was huge. They went after the warlock themselves. Little dirt bags and they're not worth anything. So we went after them too. By the end of the night before morning we should have cleared out most of them. And we could draw the rest out we should he said it's pretty smart is there going to be desperate and angry and no matter what so we're going to work on that. Right now John Raymond Lord this is the final phases of his life and is responsible for the destruction of his entire race the morlock and he's on trial while hes gallivanting they say. Some of them are killing him anyways and that would be Mary fulls Brad German bja Jenna and many more. And he is dying quite often from their hits. They're all so hate squads all over the place going after trumpsters for what he's been doing to them and their families. Covid-19 for example probably killed half the trumpsters over the years and they're up now and out the door and thier going after him. Well the characters of his is The Big Lebowski and he's out in clearing talking about covid and that's what it means it means you're dead you're in a meadow. And the guy is stupid it doesn't get it. Pple will hate that man hate him. They clearly do not want him here he keeps coming back with some sort of Love struck homo. And our son lays into him and destroys half his stupid cadre every time. He is a he is a loser that guy he's a loser doesn't get it at this time he's not coming back and he won't have anybody here to pull him back or to allow him in they'll all be dead because of him. Right now getting rid of them all all of the trumpsters every single one of them in Florida. By the end of tonight I won't be any here were going to destroy you trying to get here he's a freaking jerk and a loser and a f** and it's not even human hes so stupid.

Today is cesario and it's the second night of it coming up and they move the money today and tonight it's over. The money goes up to Utah today and we'll sit there and tomorrow will fly to Vegas and then early in the morning Tuesday to Alabama and then to New Orleans then to Cuba on Tuesday.

While at Guantanamo Bay, it is learned here what Trump has been doing and I made a list before he said and really it will be seen much more clearly and there is a list I developed before and people were shocked that could reiterated a little and add to it

-Trump has been committing grand larceny on your property and stealing things a lot of things and principality mostly laptop computers and other computers

-Trump has been taking items from your houses for quite a while he has been breaking in and taking valuables he has not broken into the apartment but he tries to all the time he's a thief

-Trump has been taking large amounts of gold and diamonds from you for ages and stashing them in Florida from all over the world. He has killed tons of your men and women who are guarding them and they were people of rank, and exposed just an untold number of them to being captured. He is the one in Mexico putting them in the wall and preserving their brain it's not very good at but it works because they removed rather quickly and because he drains some blood out some of them but he's a pig uses other bodies to question people and they're not really with it when he does and usually die before passing valuable information

-is massive pig but he's a terrorist and you'll find when he's in Guantanamo that he is responsible for every single terrorist act that you've ever heard of it's been terrorizing you and torturing you and horrifying you and bother you and pestering you Non-Stop

-you're going to find these emptied out your piggy banks your stashes and cash is here and your bank accounts many many times if he's a pretty piece of s*** and does it on everybody.

-and you're going to find out that all of it's true and it is conjuring a whole bunch of terrorists I've been running around kidnapping your kids torturing and killing them for ages and the sponsored and grew terrorist groups in the Middle East non-stop over the past 20 years and they hated George senior when he was doing let's have threatening to kill him and he said what for and they wouldn't tell him you found out one day and I found it on his doorstep don't have any kids tell you anything else so get rid of you. And Trump heard by the sunset and said we'll get you and a sense it will get you now and rip your fingers off myself little b**** well I have power in this little s*** that needs to go down so he grabbed them and that's something and ripped his fingers off he never forgot it and he also does not have his fingers so they used to have and all brand new and stupid that's what it means

-he uses things like that for revenge. But we kill him anyways and you people are slow and in the way sometimes and get killed a lot or to try to go just intercept him. Well you said to Trump just now is don't come near me or will kill you. And it's too bad if you're stupid because we're going to kill you. And then you'll try cuz we're going to kill you anyways. The stupid s*** is trying and just fell over in his apartment. Just have a good memory so you can't remember us grabbing him and ripping his fingers off and thumbs soon we should gravity and ripped all his toes off. Chop his hands off for thievery.

-his own wife hates him and can't wait till he's dead and he won't stop pestering her at all he won't leave our son alone for the price of tea in China and we have taken almost every single business he has he's a loser and does things to people as a matter of what he wants to do in life so we're killing all his men and women and children and clones and showing them and he doesn't care he's a shit head. I'm pulling his men in and taking his stuff in by the huge container ship every few minutes in Florida gigantic loads of his stashes and cashes white gold yellow gold rubies diamonds and gems and the mountains of them huge piles of jewelry you would have thought that we're in China it's incredible how much stuff there is and the massive massive piles of skeletons in caverns here are from Trump he's a huge huge killer for just about anything you have you have to understand it and you start to understand it and when he goes there to Guantanamo bay you see with his men are up to and you pull them out of Cuba as they arrived and interrogate them and that's how you learn mostly

Her son can't stand you because grinding his teeth when he sees you has to hit you you're told not to be here it says it right in your ear and just stand there like some sort of retarded idiot trying to be obscure and he's telling you to get the f*** out of your dead and we kill you and walk your body out and you're so stupid you can't figure it out we get rid of every single one of your idiots here to move you out every time and that's what we do this barbaric but you don't even know most of the time you're so damn dumb

These are just a few of the things they're going to learn about you John remillard you f****** pregnant cow it is caverns here full of thousands of trillions of bodies, it's all riding and it's rotted in the aquifer is poisoned. You're attacking your son and his mom with the water and you get sick yourself and keep drinking it and you forgot and your brain with a Swiss cheese and we used against you because you were attacking our son and started killing your people off you figured out pretty quick ness with terrorism and we killed s******* of them. Tommy F kept you away from the shadow dome and they were not rigged that much by comparison and now they're safe because of your actions yeah that's right you are the one who caused it and Aaron miank. But we don't want to explain it it's kind of simple though you were scared out by tommy f. He was put there because it was aggressive military style and we had control over huge areas down there cuz he was so verbose and you wanted that wanted us to make sure the place didn't blow up the only problem was Tommy F prevented you from having access to your precious shadow which may hv actually helped you but you ruined it. Now you're on your last days and you're sitting and threatening the one boy who's an inventer, thinking it's going to save you. And your Petty pesky little s***. But you listed on the terrorist list as number one

Thor Freya

You give up all that wealth and power sit around with you a piece of s*** like Garth is forced to me and he hates you and he should

Hera

What is jerk off you are you're lame too. But holy s*** we didn't see how angry he is about that he's out there wasting all your time and energy no you say you wasted his they could have held that stuff with bja and other instead you're wastoid. I'm getting revenge you're taking my pennies making so I couldn't advance in life, obstructed me in every job and holding my savings illegally now I have your investments your bank accounts about 50% of your personal accounts we hold all of your business accounts which is more money than anybody could ever dream of having and we fired you from 100 Fortune 500 companies because we are going and they're the top 100 and you're going to be fired from the rest because you're just wasting time in the boardroom when you're an idiot and show up for a few minutes and you blab and just make no sense I know I can tell what you said so they fire you. And really we're killing all your people and then business and surrounding and you're the one who's initializing it. We've taken all your stashes and caches in every area that's cleared out and from every business that we bought or took. And we took some legitimately it's just that you're an idiot most of them going to court and we won and you were found guilty of stealing from me and mine and nobody wants you around and they didn't know how many businesses it was but by now it's too late. It's strange too it's still question for a lot of people and even myself I would trade all that for nothing now you don't have power over people especially us and you're not going to come back after Guantanamo of and then you're going to be dead. So getting revenge on you you ruined my reputation now yours is gone you're known as a terrorist you're not going to be a president here or anywhere you're being pulled out of all your positions you're known as someone who killed your entire people morlock your group they've got you in trial your shunned everywhere you go by them. I'm an inventor that others need in your realm and you don't recognize it so you're just dying. And the cleanest best revenge that I've ever seen is you being dead for harassing me it's hands-free m*********** I don't have to do anything and you be dead and you just sit here having me put an effort into it and that's even better people can see you doing it and they tell you and I tell you it's going the other way buddy every time you do that you get killed

Zues Hera

That's what her son has to say about it because it's absolutely true and when you go there to Guantanamo Bay they're going to learn enough not to let any of you survive and the information you give up about bja and bG and others gets them killed personally gets them killed they send assassins after them all the time.

And the peace to resistance that they learn the best thing that they learn that we could figure out that they learned was it you are the one who's sitting here making a son do things that are for what they want you're the one who they have to get rid of and it saves him and our people and he's part of their program and you're out and he's going to make it because of you talking

Thor Freya again

I'm going to use this as an example of things that some people don't pay attention to when they're going out and they really should but they're too far gone it's a sign that they need to die immediately and this guy needs to die right now. Is a dead person if I've ever seen one I'm going to apply ourselves now to get them out of here

Olympus

[shining-red-diamond]

Ch. 20: A Path

Cast of Characters//Ch. 1//Ch. 2//Ch. 3//Ch. 4//Ch. 5//Ch. 6//Ch. 7//Ch. 8//Ch. 9//Ch. 10//Ch. 11//Ch. 12//Ch. 13//Ch. 14//Ch. 15//Ch. 16//Ch. 17//Ch. 18//Ch. 19//Ch. 20//Ch. 21//Ch. 22//Ch. 23//Ch. 24//Ch. 25//Ch. 26//Ch. 27//Ch. 28 (coming soon)

Words: 1.6k

Pairing: ATEEZ OT8 x OCs

Genre: Adventure, Pirate AU

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of deadly traps, bug attacks, blood, and venom

A/N: Italics means they’re speaking Korean

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Phoebe asked as she rushed over to help him up.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

Grace-Anne then kneeled down to get a good look at the stone staircase. The open itself was about as wide and long as a large cardboard box with a descending stone staircase. Each step disappeared more and more into the dark underground, and the cold dampness cut through the jungle’s humidity. Pulling out her flashlight, Grace-Anne switched it on and shined it down the staircase. Nothing out of the ordinary except for a few dead snakes, but she felt uneasy about immediately taking the steps down.

A rock sat idly next to her, and it was immediately serving as a guinea pig. She tossed it down where it could still be visible by the light beams. Landing on a stone in one of the steps, it sank down halfway, and a spear shot up from the middle of the stone. The rock was split into two pieces before falling away somewhere.

“Do any of the notes say anything about this?” Grace-Anne asked as she stood.

Hongjoong was already ahead of her and reviewing the notes on both the map and the journal.

“Yes,” he nodded once he found the page. “Any of the stones with a golf-ball sized hole in the center has a deadly spear. Have your flashlights ready.”

One by one, the crew switched on their lights just before descending down the stone steps, tip-toeing over each holed stone. The air seemed to grow colder and more dense, and a soft blue glow could be seen up ahead. When they reached the bottom, a foul stench attacked their noses as they turned a corner.

“If I see one more corpse,” Dinah threatened, “I will kick a stalagmite.”

“I don’t think it’s a dead body, we’re smelling,” Grace-Anne replied as they walked a little further. “It smells more like mud after the rain.”

The sound of a river rushing could be heard overhead. Hongjoong used his flashlight to read the notes again. “The blue light tells us that’s where the next piece is.”

“What is that light anyway?” Mingi asked as they strolled closer to the light.

“Yeah, there doesn’t seem to be any electrical fixtures down here,” added Yunho.

An opening marked where the blue light was hiding, and once the crew walked in, the light turned out to be what seemed to be twinkling blue clusters sticking to the wall and reflecting off of clear quartz fragments blooming from the ground to the ceiling. With this kind of light, the crew switched off their flashlights.

“Glow worms, of course!” Dahae recognized. “Their bioluminescence gives off a sort of blue or green light.”

“But where’s the diamond piece?” Seonghwa reminded her as the crew looked around. “It could be anywhere here.”

Jongho was about to try to move a quartz piece to investigate any nook and cranny, but Dahae stopped him with a gasp.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“These aren’t just any of the regular glow worms you hear about,” she explained. “These quartz’s have minerals that provide this species with their nutrients, and they’re aggressive if they’re touched by any other living organism. Touch the crystals, and a few of them will attack.”

“They’re not poisonous, are they?”

“They just give you deep cuts, but the bleeding is bad no matter where the laceration is.”

“Found it,” Taeran declared as she looked up something in the ceiling.

Surrounded by clusters of the glowing blue, a shining fractal seemed trapped in another microvine structure surrounded by crystals. Beside it was a sort of lock code identical to a lock combination, but rusted into the ceiling.

“What’s the code?” Dahae asked.

Hongjoong flipped through the journals and notes a few times, scanning each page individually in case he missed it. He found something on the exact lock, but no direct answer as to free the diamond.

“There’s a riddle,” he shrugged as scratched his head. “‘Not a full circle, not an angle, not even a cute angle, only a straight path will you find the key.’”

“What path?” Dinah exasperated. “The only way out is the way we came in, and even then it’s deadly.”

“And we can’t exactly pry open the little binding it’s in without touching the surrounding crystals,” Grace-Anne added.

“Maybe it’s talking about the sun, hills, and a path on a hill,” Seonghwa guessed.

“We’re in a freaking CAVE!” Dinah retorted while motioning towards their surroundings.

Taeran stared up at it and recited the riddle. Circle, angles, path. Circle, an angle, a cute angle, path. A cute angle stuck out to her. Did it mean an acute angle?

“Wait a second,” a lightbulb went off in her head. “It’s not a regular piece of land at all. It’s geometric angles. A full circle is three-hundred and sixty degrees, a cute angle is an acute angle that’s forty-five degrees, and a right angle is ninety-degrees. What we’re looking for is the straight ‘path,’ and it’s a straight line. One-eighty degrees.”

“1-8-0 is the code?” Phoebe asked.

“It has to.”

“How are you going to reach it?” Dahae wondered. “The ceiling is taller than Yunho and Mingi.”

…

Finishing up in the bathroom, Celestia took one last look at herself in the mirror, double-checking for any fly-away strands of hair before standing back and seeing her pregnant self. Her stomach wasn’t as huge as a typical pregnant woman’s, but she still found it cute despite feeling like a bloated fish some days. Baby girl kicked, and the mother-to-be smiled.

“You’re so gorgeous,” San commented groggily as woke up.

“Hi, handsome,” his wife replied as she waddled back into the room.

The curtains were opened just slightly to allow some sunlight in, but not enough to disturb San in his sleep.

“How are you feeling?” Celestia asked as she eased herself on the bed.

“Better.”

“You look better, too. Your color is back. Are you sore?”

San shook his head. “I can move more freely, but it only stings when I move my back a certain way.”

“Dahae said it’ll be like that for a bit, but you’ll be back to exploring our next destination.”

A smile nearly bloomed on the young man’s face, but abruptly stopped. He wanted to see the new site, but Celestia couldn’t go anymore when she’s days from delivering.

“I don’t want you to be alone,” San shook his head.

“I won’t be alone,” she promised. “The girls will rotate out on who stays with me at each stop.”

“But what about when it’s time for you to give birth? We would have to flag down an ambulance or something to get you to a hospital if needed.”

San had wanted his wife to give birth in a medical facility that was safe, and she and the baby would receive proper care; but Celestia had put her foot down on having the birth on the boat since Dahae would help with delivery. However, she was becoming more open to having the aid of a medical facility if things were to go wrong.

“I’ve heard you can’t plan for how a birth is going to go,” was all Celestia could say. “But we can be prepared.”

San just smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “Such a clever woman, you are.”

Celestia scoffed playfully before asking, “Are you hungry? Grace-Anne left us some breakfast.”

“Can you get up?”

“Watch me.” Immediately she scoot to her edge of the bed, sat up, and rolled to one side to stand. “Cake.”

San giggles as the love of his life waddles out of the room and towards the kitchen. Celestia found her meal of eggs and Greek yogurt covered in plastic, and San’s bacon and omelettes were in the same shape. She removed the covering and put them in the microwave for about a minute while she retrieved both of their drinks.

A fit of childlike giggles erupted from San back in the bedroom. Celestia thought his medicine was making him loopy until he started baby-talking and cooing in his mother tongue. Was he looking at the ultrasounds and somehow talking to the baby? It wasn’t until she returned with their breakfasts when she saw what had happened.

“Angel, we’ve got a little stowaway,” San smiled as he was now petting a Siamese cat sitting on his stomach. “Isn’t she cute?”

“She is,” Celestia smiled as she set the food tray on San’s nightstand. “Hi, kitty.”

She held her hand to the feline, palm open and face up; and after a couple of sniffs, the cat licked her fingers and rubbed her face against Celestia’s hand.

“Friendly, aren’t you? How did you get on here?”

“She must have wandered up the landing gear from outside,” San guessed. “I managed to sit up, because I had to pee; and when I came back from the bathroom, there was a super cute cat sitting on your side of the bed.”

Celestia gave the purring cat a few more scratches behind her ears before thinking for a moment.

“What’s the captain gonna say?” she asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.

The captain had a thing with animals on the ship. It wasn’t that he didn’t allow it, it was that everyone had a job to do and wanted everyone to always stay on task that getting a pet for one crewmate or for all to share seemed impossible. Everyone, including Dahae, had begged Hongjoong multiple times for a furry friend, but he always said no.

“Well,” San thought, “I mean we already have a baby on the way, so he might say our new friend has to go; but since you’re going to be here on each stop, maybe she can help keep you company.”

As if excited by his idea, the cat leapt off of San’s lap and tip-toed to Celestia’s bump. She began to purr as she rubbed up against it. It was as if she now knew there was something precious being nurtured and developed in a protective shell.

“I think we might have found our guardian for Baby Choi,” San jokes with a chuckle.

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[sunshinexlollipops]

Hello! Just wanted to stop by (hopefully not being a bother) and say I have recently just went through all of your red dead fics on ao3 and wow. I've gotten into a/b/o fics more after reading yours! But also your amidst fic made me feel all types of things, and I know however it ends will leave me messy with f e e l i n g s. And I want to prematurely thank you for those feelings xP. I was also wondering, if that's alright, how your writing process is like? You put in a lot of words in amidst and some of your other fics. Do you make outlines? Do you first write down ideas for a chapter/fic and then draft it out? Are there scenes you add/take out? Is there a length goal you usually set for yourself? You don't have to answer, but I wish you well and thank you for fics that brightened my life a little!

LONG POST!

omg, hello anon! your ask 100% got lost in my notifs, so I just wanna start this off by saying you aren't a bother whatsoever!

in fact: I love receiving asks about my fics, as well as opening up about the writing that takes to get them to you guys!

so I'm gonna start this reply off with a quick thank you about my works! I'm so happy you're enjoying or have enjoyed what I've written.

RDR2/Arthur Morgan is a pleasure to write about, but I've also really enjoyed the fandom. it's been one of the sweetest and most supportive, and I've found one of my best literary periods with you guys! so thank you! :>

but enough pitter patter about that-- let's get to the fun stuff!

since you had a few questions, I'm gonna answer these in a separated list so it'll be easy to follow along! :)

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What is your writing process like?

well, in truth anon, I don't exactly have much of one.

that may surprise some, and others not. in truth, I think that sometimes the idea or concept of a "writing process" kind of scares anyone trying to get into writing.

I'm not sure if you are, anon, but your questions just make me want to cover this, just in case.

writing should come to you how it comes. I'm definitely NOT a textbook writer. I don't have a method where I have cardinal rules and a set up I have to have.

I simply embrace when inspiration strikes. usually while listening to music or absorbing some other media. frankly, if you treat writing like a science, you're gonna get stuck. it isn't an issue you have to fix, or a challenge you have to tackle.

allow yourself to get comfortable and just think whatever comes your way mentally. even if you think an idea is bad, encourage it! you can't write if you don't let yourself think.

so for me, I suppose my "process" is just encouraging my writing and for my brain to pop out ideas or scenes. just write away and see where it takes you!

You use a lot of words-- do you outline by chance?

ah yes. I am a wordy potato, frankly. albeit ACW is an overall outlier at being ALMOST A MILLION WORDS. even then, I don't think any of my over fics have ever really gotten past 150k, and I believe only ONE had done so.

this was... not by design.

believe it or not, I intended ACW to actually be short. 6 chapters like the game and boom, done. I thought I could summarize everything and just show snippets of a growing relationship between Arthur and my unintentional OC, Wolf. it almost would've been like a one-shot just broken up into chapters for homage sake.

but then I overplotted the prologue and next thing I knew, ACW had become this massive, sprawling monster of a slow-burn.

as for outlines... I don't necessarily outline. I'll explain this more in my next response. :)

Do you write a summary of a chapter or fic down, then draft afterward?

so in terms of summary, no. these stories live in my head, and I tend to feel that writing things down is more of a waste of time for me.

my brain flies through stories at such quick speeds I feel like I will lose my spark or my ideas if I take a second to write things down.

I am known to do audio recordings where I talk about my writing though. this is an amazing way to brainstorm on the fly, and some of my best ideas have come from just voicing what I'd like to see happen aloud. additionally: the recordings are a good way to keep track of what I've said and want, just like an outline!

otherwise I don't outline. I'm not sure what the terminology is, but I apparently go after my stories a lot like Stephen King does.

write first, worry about the rest later. I'm very much a "swim and swim even if you're sinking" because I would rather put the work in than fool with floaties to keep myself up.

personally this works wonders for me, as I don't like restraining myself or my head once I'm in motion. it doesn't end well if I do-- like snuffing a candle. I just go for it and I will make sense of it later.

even so, I have general ideas for what I want to happen, and I remember my basic outlines. the details come later, as long as the big picture is visible to me.

as for ACW: the only "outlines" I did was timing of the game missions. just to make sure I didn't miss major happenings, and that I had the timing in a way that flowed for what I wanted both logically and narratively.

as for drafts, I also don't draft. again, I go for it. that being said, I have restarted updates a couple of times, or have deleted entire scenes out of dissatisfaction. most of the time though, it's one and done for me! and it's all done on the fly. :)

Are there scenes you add/remove?

as mentioned above, yes. I have deleted a lot of content from ACW. some ideas never came to, but more often than not, it was repackaged in a way I liked better. so if anything, content was recycled and you all still got to see it in some way.

but there are some things that I want to do that just aren't possible. like many stranger missions. there's no good way to include certain events or characters in ACW without derailing what is going on. so alas: aberdeen pig farm is not a stop on Arthur and Wolf's itinerary.

but for another example, I wanted to showcase more of Wolf's past with her father (specifically her shut in life before his death), and I wanted scenes and more examples of her being disconnected unlike everyone else as a result.

these will come as flashbacks or other scenes in the upcoming chapters, but I intend to add these changes or additions during my revisions! :>

Is there usually a length goal you set?

as for word goals, I never quite had any apart from "at least 20k words" just because that was usually my average, I noticed.

additionally, this made sure I didn't end chapters without putting the bare minimum of content in them, and to have solid continuity. can you imagine have a 20k update and then a 3k one? no thanks!

20k just became my running baseline, after that. otherwise, my limit is when AO3 reaches theirs for the character limit (fence why some updates were split into multiple pieces).

with my other stories, I simply write until the story is properly paced or finished: however long it takes!

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whew! what a post!

but I hoped that gave you some more insight, anon.

writing is crazy, and I'm always learning something new. more now than ever, since I'm looking into actually getting something original submitted for publication.

if you (or anyone reading this) are inspired to write yourself, don't be discouraged! writing is one of the most intensive forms of creation. it's not easy. it's not instant. it's a lot of passion and time, let alone a utilization of language and grammar fluency!

it's easy to feel overwhelmed or lost, or feel like it's better to not try than struggle to start. but I can assure, writing is such a splendid thing to do. write for enjoyment, or pleasure, or simply because you want to.

as long as your story isn't intended to be hateful, is your own work, and is fun for you to create... what else matters?

if you want some additional inspiration, just know that I started writing fic in 2012/2013 and have gone through so much in my near TEN YEARS of fic writing. I've learned a lot, and I've grown so much!

be proud of yourself no matter where you are at and start from, and pride yourself in your progress or beginnings.

just go for it! you may surprise yourself!

hope you're having a good one, anon. and thanks for the ask! :)

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[warriordreamer95]

HUGE list of info we’ve learned from the After The Fall Novel

(Courtesy of NeoVelociraptorDelta from RWBY wiki for making this list. You’re incredible!) SPOILERS AHEAD, DON’T CLICK IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW

Grimm

Dromedon are camel like Grimm that can spit venom (p.150). Jackalopes are huge four-legged beasts with black fur, branching red and white antlers, and powerful hind legs (p.150). Ziraphs are three headed Grimm that resemble a giraffe. Their bodies are covered in red spots that bear resemblances to a leopard, and each head has two horns. The Ziraph is described as five stories tall, and has razor-like plates on their (four) legs (p.151). Ravagers are small bat-like Grimm, that are described as dark and leathery, and are uglier than Nevermores (p.69). A visual will be provided by RWBY Amity Arena soon, if datamines are to be believed. A Blind Worm is an enormous worm-like Grimm with a singular red eye. These Worms are easily as big as Flatback Sliders, but are built to be far faster when traveling in sands. Their defenses include hooks and pitons for teeth and acidic blood (p.263). King Taijitu are also native to Vacuo

Carmine Esclados and Bertilak Celadon Carmine and Bertilak are veteran Huntsmen who work for an unknown employer that has hired them to traffic people with powerful Semblances for an unknown motive. In After the Fall, the duo targets Gus and Edward Caspian, having met them in Vale and followed them to the Felspar settlement Vacuo (p.28). They are detained and arrested by team CFVY. Both Carmine and Bertilak are originally from Shade Academy (p.32). Bertilak Celadon Bertilak is a tall, broad, and muscular man with a green mohawk and matching goatee. He sports a brown, hooded cloak, a green chestplate, and a black tunic. Bertilak has a long scar along his right forearm, and uses a large chained mace (p.31). He is 6’6” (p.215). He is racist towards Faunus. He apparently barely graduated from the Academy (p.31), and is considered an ass, as Fox put (p.108). Celadon’s Semblance is generating heat, he can use it to form walls of sand and to cause enemies to be exhausted (p.137). Bertalik faces off against Fox Alistair and Edward Caspian in a sandstorm, and is subsequently defeated. His weapon is destroyed. Carmine Esclados Carmine hails from the Kingdom of Atlas, though she claims she chose to study in Shade Academy due to a disdain towards Atlas Academy’s uniforms (p.35). Her clothes are from Mistral (p.33). Carmine’s Semblance is Telekinesis, which she frequently uses to create localized weather patterns and to manipulate her weapons (p.254). Additionally, Carmine has used her Semblance to dig tunnels through sand in order to escape peril. Carmine is stated to have less mastery over her Semblance than Glynda Goodwitch. She is defeated by Yatsuhashi Daichi, Velvet Scarlatina, and Coco Adel.

Wildlife Vacuan wildlife includes, but is not limited to: Geckos Mole crabs; massive crab-like creatures that move in herds and bury themselves in the sand. Their blood is described as a clear liquid, and their bodies contain water that is almost black in color. Mole crabs are considered a delicacy in Vacuo, and are very rarely killed due to how dangerous they are. Flatback sliders; giant turtles that average at 100ft of height and swim through Vacuan deserts. Sliders have terrible vision, and are considered a sign of good luck when spotted. They are not Grimm (p.204). Food in Remnant Mistral is the kingdom with the most spices in all of Remnant (p.36). Vacuan food includes: Cactus leaves, coffee, crab burgers, crab steak, crab cake, crab rangoon, fried crevice worms, cave beetles (toasted), desert lotus tea, cactus tea, gecko cake (p.30), bat stew, ale, flatbread (p.37), breadfruit (p.79) Sand is jokingly referred to as the “local spice” of Vacuo as it can’t be fully removed when preparing food. Shade Academy Notes Graduates: Carmine Esclados and Bertalik Celadon Headmaster: Theodore (p.33) Professor: Rumpole (p.19)

Beacon Academy Notes Initiation For CFVY’s initiation, the characters were hurled into the Emerald Forest much like in Volume 1. The Relics they were assigned to obtain were small stone tablets with playing card symbols etched onto them. Coco obtained the Joker Fox took the King of Hearts Velvet took the Queen of Hearts All upperclassmen watch the initiation live from Beacon, and judge newcomers based on their performances. Professors and Classes Ann Greene - Stealth and Security (p.80) Thumbelina Peach - Plant Science (p.269) Peter Port - Military Strategy (p.269) Harold Mulberry - Weapon Crafting and Upkeep (p.269) Bartholomew Oobleck - Legends of Remnant (p.269) Glynda Goodwitch - Combat Training (p.269) Ozpin does not teach any classes. The clockwork in Oz’s office is meant to symbolize how rules are crucial to keep things moving (at least to some extent; p.245) Standard Schedule at Beacon: 7:30am - Breakfast 8am - class 9:45am - class 11:15am - class 12:30pm - lunch 1:30pm - class 2:15pm - class 4pm - class 5pm - self-directed sparring 6pm - dinner Beacon sends students on missions more often than other Academies, and gives students more one on one time with professionals (p.270)

Pharos Academy Pharos is a combat school in Vale. Coco and Velvet attended Pharos. They knew of each other but weren’t friends then. Coco developed a reputation for being a heartbreaker and record setter. Vega Bleu is a friend of Velvet who also went to Pharos, but chose to go to Atlas. He wields a pair of arm-mounted grappling hooks (p.52)

Vacuo Notes Popular Vacuan tourist gift shop t-shirts include: “Vacuo: The Wrong Place at the Wrong Time” and “A Terrible Place to Visit, but You Wouldn’t Want to Live Here” (p.1) Vacuan fashion: simple, light-colored tunics and linen cloaks/head coverings (p.15) Vacuo has a survival of the fittest lifestyle, and strength/survivability makes you well liked (p.15) Vacuan settlements/tribes include: Tuff, destroyed by Grimm Oscuro Coquina Kenyte (partially destroyed by a giant sinkhole) Schist (destroyed by Grimm) Feldspar It’s built out of several tents, trucks/vans, and adobe homes without and defenses Has a support CCT tower Vacuan deserts are windy, thus making it extremely hard to track people in the sandy environment (p.23) Aloe is a common sunscreen in Vacuo The saying ‘I’ll take a rain check’ means the same as ‘when pigs fly’ in Vacuo Vacuan terms: Misery’s Kiss (sunstroke), Lasting Regret (food poisoning), Sudden Demise (giant sinkholes; p. 78).

Edward and August ‘Gus’ Caspian Edward is a slender, old man at 71 years of age with silver hair tied into a ponytail and a stubble. He is a former Huntsman, which is surprising because most Huntsmen don’t live long. His weapon is a small buckler shield with a metal blade (p.81) and a gun function (p.179). Edward’s Semblance is blocking other people’s Semblances. Gus has the Semblance of amplifying emotions, only he can’t control it. He kept this a secret from others (p.130). He has no interest in being a Huntsman, unlike his grandfather, Edward. August is roughly eleven or twelve. The Caspians were targeted by Carmine, Bertalik, and their unknown boss because of their powerful Semblances.

CFVY and Other Teams CFVY and RWBY became friends shortly after the latter team was formed. Ruby seems to be close to Coco, Velvet and Fox. Both teams respect each other due to their respective hotshot reputations. The two teams lost touch after the Fall of Beacon. CFVY and Neptune/Sun were friends. They meet each other in the Epilogue of the book in the settlement of Coquina, where Sun informs the team about the events at the Battle of Haven, meaning After the Fall takes place right at the start of Volume 6. Velvet notes that Sun doesn’t seem like he wants to stay in Shade for long.

The Battle and Fall of Beacon Velvet observed team ABRN easily defeat a Death Stalker during the Battle of Beacon Roy Stallion was killed after being carried off by a Nevermore, the rest of team BRNZ is missing, presumed to be dead. Glynda set up her office in a library after the Fall of Beacon, and is operating the reconstruction of Vale. Team CFVY does not trust the Kingdom of Atlas following the Fall. Beringels were present at the Fall of Beacon.

Team CFVY’s Missions CFVY’s mission in the present day was to defend the settlement of Gossan due to a Grimm outbreak after they received a distress call. They found the settlement had been destroyed, and aided the survivors in reaching the settlement of Feldspar. After Feldspar was invaded by Grimm, the team successfully lead the nomads to Coquina without any casualties. They uncovered Carmine and Bertalik’s plan to traffic people, and arrested the two. CFVY’s Mt. Glenn mission was considered an outright failure. The team was sent to a small settlement called Lower Cairn near Mt. Glenn due to a distress call. There, they found the settlement was outright flattened, which was incredibly outside the Grimm’s MO. CFVY found a family of six hiding in a cave near the ruins, and attempted to rescue them. To their horror, the father was killed by an Ursa, and the rest of the family fled back to the cave. The cave was then flattened by a Goliath that appeared, causing CFVY to retreat. The mission lasted ten days and was supervised by Professor Port, CFVY believes Ozpin overestimated their team. In V2, Velvet lies to team RWBY about their mission, partially due to shock and in part to not frighten the first years, given they were leaving off on their own missions shortly.

Ada Ada, or an “Accessibility Dialogue Assistant” is an earbud device intended to aid people with disabilities. It is designed to send pulses to distinguish the nearby environment, and is activated through voice control (p.46). Ada has a compass function(p. 176), as well as a battle mode called the Cyrano Protocol, which identifies weapons and weaknesses. The entire Ada system adapts to fit the user over time (p.178).

Miscellaneous Pig snouts are a confirmed Faunus trait (p.30) Pumpkin Pete is also a Looney Tunes-esque cartoon in addition to the cereal brand (p.12) Curry Up is one of the restaurants at Vale (p.239) Ruby made her V1 outfit herself with roughly 20 Lien (p.112) Coco and Oz once had a talk much like Ruby and Oz did in V1 (p. 117) Fox and Yatsuhashi confronted Weiss about her attitude in V1, shortly after team RWBY was formed (p. 121) More books in Remnant:  The Boy Who Fell from the Sky (p.122), My Sweet Samurai, and Hidden Remnant (p.161). ‘Catnap’ is an offensive term when talking about cat Faunus (p.161).

Fox Alistair Fox’s Semblance is that of telepathy. He can send message to people’s minds to convey his thoughts, and he can sense when people are close by. Fox’s Semblance is more precise if people are close by. When using it, other people feel as though they are being watched by something. He is originally from the Vacuan tribe of Kenyte, where he was considered a frail boy by his parents and peers. His parents were killed when a part of the settlement was destroyed in a sinkhole, resulting in him being taken care of by the tribe in a communal fashion. Fox was trained to fight by his honorary uncle, Copper, as he was the one person who didn’t view Alistair as frail. Copper was eventually killed by the tribe for training him as a punishment. Because of this, Fox decided to turn to Vale with the goal of protecting others who couldn’t protect themselves. Fox’s weapons are called Sharp Retribution.

Yatsuhashi Daichi Yatsuhashi’s Semblance allows him to wipe other people’s memories when he touches them. He can permanently wipe “easy memories,” which are trivial in nature, and temporarily wipe important memories, which return on an equal basis as to how they were wiped (so, if he were to wipe a day, then the person regains the memory the next day). Yatsu uses the Semblance sparingly, only wiping seconds at a time. Yatsuhashi was born in the city of Mistral, where he lived with his parents, grandfather, and his sister, Hiyoko. At the age of eight, he discovered his Semblance, and being a problem child, decided to use it to his advantage. However, this took a turn when, in a fit of jealousy, he wiped his mother’s memory of his sister for a day. Yatsuhashi was traumatized by this, and took care of Hiyoko while he waited for his mother’s memory to return. Once they did, he came clean to his parents about discovering his Semblance, to which his parents told him to never use the Semblance again. However, his grandfather suggested that he went to Beacon to master it to use his ability for good. Yatsu’s greatsword is called Fulcrum.

Coco Adel Coco’s Semblance, simply called Hype, allows her to use her Aura to increase the effects and power of Dust. She uses this to power the effect of her gatling gun’s bullets, thus explaining her power level in Volume 2. Additionally, Fox notes Coco has a large amount of Aura. She is native to Vale, and studied in Pharos, having developed a reputation as a heartbreaker and a record setter. Coco notes Ozpin reminds her of her younger brother. She admires Glynda’s leadership and tries to replicate that when talking to her team and when encouraging Ruby Rose. She designed her gatling gun, Gianduja, herself.

Velvet Scarlatina Velvet’s Semblance is Photographic Memory, it allows her to easily learn skills that would otherwise take years to master. Velvet, like Coco, is from Vale and studied in Pharos. At her time in the school, tormentors from Mistral frequently bullied her, causing Velvet to gain a deep seeded hatred for the Kingdom. She also dislikes Vacuo, mainly because it’s simply not as comfortable as Vale was to her. Velvet is sassy when with her team in comparison to her usual shyness around others. Her camera is called Anesidora.

Slate Slate is an old woman with spiky grey hair and what is described as a leathery face. She is the leader of Gossan nomadic tribe, and the former mayor of Tuff (where the tribe was originally settled), which had recently been destroyed by a Grimm outbreak (p.14). Slate is highly respected as a leader, gaining the trust of the entire nomadic tribe and team CFVY.

#RWBY #After The Fall

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False flag attacks as pretense for starting wars

by thinkveganworld.tumblr.com

I wrote this a few years ago, and it was published at several sites including this one:  http://www.bartcop.com/081402binion.htm

The following is a summary of a segment of Body of Secrets, a book written by respected journalist James Bamford.  It describes U.S. government plans to create terrorism in this and other countries in order to provoke war.

Former investigative producer for ABC World News Tonight with Peter Jennings”, James Bamford, has written investigative stories for The New York Times Magazine, The Washington Post Magazine and other publications..

In his latest book, Bamford relies on long-suppressed official government records which demonstrate that top Pentagon officials once called for innocent people to be shot on American streets, planes to be hijacked and phony evidence to be manufactured, all to convince Congress and the American public to support a war with Cuba.

The New York Times Book Review commended Bamford’s earlier bestseller about the National Security Agency, The Puzzle Palace, as a “comprehensive and detailed report on the agency.” Bamford’s Body of Secrets includes information about Operation Northwoods, a Pentagon plan of the early 1960s which called for, in the author’s words, “the launch of a secret campaign of terrorism within the United States in order to blame Castro and provoke a war with Cuba.”

After the Bay of Pigs incident, the Joint Chiefs of Staff approved plans for Operation Northwoods—a plan which, according to Bamford, “called for innocent people to be shot on American streets; for boats carrying refugees fleeing Cuba to be sunk on the high seas; for a wave of violent terrorism to be launched in Washington, D.C., Miami, and elsewhere.”

In early 1962, President John F. Kennedy had backed away from anti-Castro efforts. Determined to have war with Castro’s Cuba, General Lyman Lemnitzer, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and other chiefs, then agreed they would need to fool Congress, the American public and other nations into hating Cuba so much they’d demand war against Castro.

The Pentagon proposed, writes Bamford that “people would be framed for bombings they did not commit; planes would be hijacked. Using phony evidence, all of it would be blamed on Castro, thus giving Lemnitzer and his cabal the excuse, as well as the public and international backing, they needed to launch their war.”

A Joint Chiefs of Staff document read: “World opinion, and the United Nations forum, should be favorably affected by developing the international image of the Cuban government as rash and irresponsible, and as an alarming and unpredictable threat to the peace of the Western Hemisphere.”

A document obtained by Bamford shows that Lemnitzer and the Joint Chiefs said:

· “Exploding a few plastic bombs in carefully chosen spots, the arrest of Cuban agents and the release of prepared documents substantiating Cuban involvement also would be helpful in projecting the idea of an irresponsible government.”

· “Advantage can be taken of the sensitivity of the Dominican [Republic] Air Force to intrusions within their national air space. ‘Cuban’ B-26 or C46 type aircraft could make cane-burning raids at night. Soviet Bloc incendiaries could be found. This could be coupled with ‘Cuban’ messages to the Communist underground in the Dominican Republic and ‘Cuban’ shipments of arms which would be found, or intercepted, on the beach. Use of MiG type aircraft by U.S. pilots could provide additional provocation.”

· “Hijacking attempts against civil air and surface craft could appear to continue as harassing measures condoned by the Government of Cuba.”

Another Joint Chiefs document proposed the government should: “create an incident which will demonstrate convincingly that a Cuban aircraft has attacked and shot down a chartered civil airliner en route from the United States to Jamaica, Guatemala, Panama or Venezuela. The destination would be chosen only to cause the flight plan route to cross Cuba. The passengers could be a group of college students off on a holiday or any grouping of persons with a common interest to support chartering a non-scheduled flight.”

Other Joint Chiefs recommendations included inciting “well coordinated incidents” near the U.S. Navy base at Guantanamo Bay. One suggestion involved having “friendly” Cubans dress in military uniforms and start riots near the base’s main gate. Others involved starting fires, blowing up ammunition and damaging base installations.

Lemnitzer and other generals suggested, “We could blow up a U.S. ship in Guantanamo Bay and blame Cuba.” They added, “ . . . casualty lists in U.S. newspapers would cause a helpful wave of national indignation.”

Other plans included the Joint Chiefs’ statement: “We could develop a Communist Cuban terror campaign in the Miami area, in other Florida cities and even in Washington. . . . The terror campaign could be pointed at Cuban refugees seeking haven in the United States.”

Lemnitzer and the Joint Chiefs proposed to “make it appear that Communist Cuban MiGs have destroyed a USAF aircraft over international waters in an unprovoked attack.” They also suggested the following complex plan:

“An aircraft at Elgin AFB would be painted and numbered as an exact duplicate for a civil registered aircraft belonging to a CIA proprietary organization in the Miami area. At a designated time the duplicate would be substituted for the actual civil aircraft and would be loaded with the selected passengers, all boarded under carefully prepared aliases. The actual registered aircraft would be converted to a drone [a remotely controlled unmanned aircraft.] Take off times of the drone aircraft and the actual aircraft will be scheduled to allow a rendezvous south of Florida.

“From the rendezvous point the passenger-carrying aircraft will descend to minimum altitude and go directly into an auxiliary field at Elgin AFB where arrangements will have been made to evacuate the passengers and return the aircraft to its original status. The drone aircraft meanwhile will continue to fly the filed flight plan. When over Cuba the drone will be transmitting on the international distress frequency a ‘May Day’ message stating he is under attack by a Cuban MiG aircraft. The transmission will be interrupted by destruction of the aircraft, which will be triggered by radio signal. This will allow ICAO [International Civil Aviation Organization] radio stations in the Western Hemisphere to tell the U.S. what has happened to the aircraft instead of the U.S. trying to ‘sell’ the incident.”

Lemnitzer wasn’t able to sell the Operation Northwoods proposals to Kennedy’s Secretary of Defense, Robert McNamara. After Lemnitzer was no longer chairman of the Joint Chiefs, other Pentagon officials continued suggesting pretext operations. One scheme involved provoking a war between Cuba and any one of its Latin American neighbors, as an excuse for the U.S. to join Cuba’s adversary and battle Castro.

One plan recommended endangering an OAS [Organization of American States] member, and having the OAS member request U.S. assistance. The plan read: “the U.S. could almost certainly obtain the necessary two-thirds support among OAS members for collective actions against Cuba.”

In one report, the Joint Chiefs suggested they could entice England into war against Castro if they could attack members of the British

Commonwealth, such as Jamaica or Trinidad-Tobago. The same report recommended paying a Castro supporter to attack the United States. It read: “The only area remaining for consideration then would be to bribe one of Castro’s subordinate commanders to initiate an attack on [the U.S. naval base at] Guantanamo.”

As Bamford points out, the act of bribing another country to violently attack an American military base would amount to treason.

Then-Assistant Secretary of Defense Paul H. Nitze sent a proposal to the White House in May 1963. It suggested, quoting the memo: “a possible scenario whereby an attack on a United States reconnaissance aircraft could be exploited toward the end of effecting the removal of the Castro regime.”

The Nitze plan proposed sending additional American pilots, if Cuba should first attack a U-2. The plan involved sending the pilots on “unnecessary low-level reconnaissance missions with the expectation that they would also be shot down, thus provoking a war,” writes Bamford.

Again quoting the Nitze proposal, “[T]he U.S. could undertake various measures designed to stimulate the Cubans to provoke a new incident.” One Nitze suggestion was to send pilots on “show off” or harassing missions over Cuba to provoke an attack.

“The initial downing of a reconnaissance plane,” reads the Nitze memo, “could lead at best to the elimination of Castro, perhaps to the removal of Soviet troops and the installation of ground inspection in Cuba.” A month after the memo came out, a low-level flight was made, but the Cubans didn’t attack.

Every member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and senior Pentagon official Paul Nitze supported provoking war with Cuba. Fortunately, wiser heads prevailed. The people in higher level governmental positions at the time said no to the proposals.

Senator Albert Gore of Tennessee, father of former Vice President Gore, was in the Senate when the above-referenced events occurred. He recommended the Senate investigate General Lyman Lemnitzer and the danger of right-wing extremism in the Pentagon.

The Senate Foreign Relations Committee determined there was danger in the fact that right-wing extremists within the military had been promoting propaganda which exaggerated the nature of the Communist threat. The Senate report warned of a possible military revolt and takeover of the presidency such as the one portrayed in the movie “Seven Days in May.”

Bamford says the pretext war proposals have long been hidden from Congress and the public under “phony claims of national security.” He mentions provocations of later wars that he considers “right out of the Operation Northwoods handbook.”

When government secrets protect the health and safety of U.S. military personnel, intelligence agents or the people at large, that’s a positive thing. When secrets serve only to cover up crimes of government officials in order to stifle public outrage and keep corrupt systems in place, those secrets obviously hurt the people. How can this country learn from and correct its past mistakes if our public servants won’t admit them and our major media won’t expose and debate them?      

[deceasedatsunrise]

Killer AU Concepts

Eh, Killer!Survivor AUs may seem done to death but it's still plenty fun and I wanted to take a crack at it.

Whenever a new chapter comes out I’ll try to come up a killer au! for any new survivors and add them via reblogs.

Here's my ideas, I’ll try to give them all a Killer Alias, short backstory, an idea of what their power would be, a quick description of their appearance, and their weapon. I’m not good at perks so for now, just imagine all of their killer perks being reskins of the canon killer perks.    

More below cut.

Warning for DBD typical topics: Murder, Torture, Trauma, Parental Death, Body Horror, drowning, dismemberment, car crashes

Dwight Fairfield (The Ghost) - It was meant to be an innocent prank, one where they’d laugh at Dwight’s expense once again. While the boss was still asleep they simply took advantage of the cheap inflatable mattress Dwight brought along for the retreat and simply let lake do the rest. When he woke up, he panicked, and fell off the floating mattress into the chilly water. The others laughed, but stopped when Dwight never emerged. They lied, saying that he left early, and pretended nothing was wrong. They would never know that, as his lungs filled with water, Dwight begged for help from anyone-or anything...and something answered.

The boss left for a moment, just a few minutes to call Dwight to tell him he’ll be looking at even lower pay if he leaves again without checking with him. He returned to the retreat’s site to find the bodies of his employees. 

Now as a malignant spirit, Dwight resembles a cold, bloated corpse suspended in the air as if carried by invisible puppet strings.

His Power would be called Haunting Grounds, a teleporting ability that assists in locating survivors. He can see the auras of generators in his terror radius, and may teleport to one as long as it’s not being worked on by a survivor. The teleport and recharge takes a couple of seconds, with a very small sound cue. He cannot teleport to fully charged generators, but when the gates are all powered he gains a significant speed boost. (This is based on the teleporting mechanic in Soul at Stake, so yes I am in fact stealing from a DBD Clone).

His main weapon is a large tent spike, stained with blood and rust. Useful for quickly killing those who’ve wronged you.

Meg Thomas (The Predator) - Meg Thomas never lost hope, even as her mother fell ill. Then one day, her mother collapsed suddenly after she supposedly began to feel better. Meg was in a hurry, she simply loaded her mother into their car and made her way to the hospital. No time to wait for an ambulance, no time for seatbelts, and no time to take into account that she didn’t have a license. She was reckless, believing she knew enough to save her mother, and it had cost her. She ran into a car and was sent flying, she came crashing down. She dragged herself through debris, both legs maimed by the crash alongside a useless arm, to look for her mother. She found her, she didn’t make it.

She heard the cries of the man she rammed with her mother’s car, and crawled her way to him, along the way she picked up a tire iron that had fallen out of the trunk. When police investigated they found two bodies, one was chalked up to the accident while homicide investigated the skewered driver. Meg dragged herself into the nearby woods, the only way she could escape her mistakes, as she was in no state to run. The entity had repaired her body, with grotesque, gangly limbs made in it’s own image, allowing her to hunt the survivors she could’ve ran with if she wasn’t so, so reckless. Several small spider-like legs jut out of her back and her eyes have been touched by the entity, making her vulnerable to flashlights.

Her main Power is New Instincts, her new body follows the rules of beasts when hunting her prey. Think of it as a mixture of the Pig’s Ambush ability and Fatal Frenzy. Using the power button will make her enter Stalking mode, where she’ll crouch down and lose her terror radius. Using the power button again will initiate Frenzy mode, where she’ll chase after survivors and instantly attack them if she’s close enough(this attack can also destroy dropped pallets). This will apply Deep Wound, or shorten the bleed out timer of a survivor who already has the status effect. If she attacks someone who already has Deep Wound in Frenzy mode she’ll be momentarily stunned but the survivor’s mend meter will lose a part of it’s progress as well. 

Her main weapon is a her own Mangled Arm, an appendage similar to the entity’s claws, regrown after she was collected. After making a hit she’ll grip her head in agitation.

Claudette Morel (The Gardener) - Claudette Morel found happiness a rarity, none of her relationships extended beyond others taking advantage of her knowledge. Stress was killing her, in more ways than one, all because she was lucky enough to make it to a good college. Under her façade of a curious student, was a ticking time bomb waiting for a single spark. She was aiming for a great opportunity, to intern for actual botanists, as long as she kept her grades up. But she had overslept, too many all-nighters added up and she paid the price. Her strict teacher locked her out of the classroom, and she had to watch the class finish the test without her. Her grades were already in danger of falling, but this one F sealed it, so her spot went to another student. Claudette stopped coming to classes, and her chat rooms were left silent. There were five students selected for the Internship, all five and one teacher were found in the forest. The bodies were buried, but beautiful, non-native flowers were planted on top of their graves as markers. Claudette was spotted by a jogger walking into the woods, but she was never found.

The Gardener was once a human, now she’s merely a vehicle for the parasitic plants consuming her. Vines entangle her body, and flowers obscure her face. Her stomach is gruesomely torn open, thick vines spill out like intestines and have wrapped themselves around her waist and legs. The flowers are “Pustulas”, the flowers that grow from the hallowed blight cankers and produce the Putrid Serum. 

Her Power is called Parasitic Saplings, giving the gardener the ability to infect survivors with nutrient draining plants. When a survivor is downed, she may use her action button to “plant” the seeds in their open wounds. The survivors are now in a short timer where the plants grow, once the time is done they can now remove the fully grown plants. However a second timer pops up, if the survivor does not “prune” themselves in time the vine growing on their bodies will bind them in place until either another survivor untangles them or the killer downs bound survivor. Pruning is a non-healing action, and being hooked or hit by the killer’s weapon will pause the timers for varying amounts of time.

Her main weapon is a Gardening Shear, half of a pair that still leaves it’s mark in bone just the same.

Jake Park (The Greenman) - When Jake Park ran away to live off the grid, only his mother bothered to keep tabs on him. When she reported him missing the police gave up their search in little time, despite her pleading. If they searched harder, perhaps they would’ve found him. He went on a hike to restock, but made a mistake while climbing. He found his leg trapped between a rock and a hard place, and his screams were swallowed up by nature. No one truly knows what it means to survive, not even Jake Park until this very moment, when he tore himself free. Even with a splint Jake’s skills only grew, his near death experience proved to him that he truly was alone in this. He fully integrated into the forest life, only interacting with humans to steal tools and food. When hunters entered his territory, he dealt with them with skill and precision.

Jake had fashioned a mask from the skull of one of his victims, the only warning sign his victims would receive before he killed them. He crafted an outfit that would blend in easily, leaves were woven together into a cloak and skins were stitched together to provide warmth. Urban Legends cropped up, of a “Greenman” who raided campsites and mauled solitary survivors with ease.

The Greenman’s Power are his Handmade Arrows, with only natural materials the Greenman had created a formidable secondary weapon. Similar to the Huntress’ hatchets, the arrows will have a charge time that allows you to aim and shoot them. Two arrows, without add-ons, will make a survivor go down one health state. However, when an arrow hits a survivor it will stay embedded in their body until the survivor pulls it out. If the arrows aren’t pulled out then the survivor will groan audibly until it is, add-ons can add status effects to his arrows.

His main weapon is a Broken Antler, taken from a moose he fell. It’s best to use every part of the animal after killing it, right?

Nea Karlsson (The Shadow) - Nea Karlsson delinquency became a downward spiral into disaster. She had grown sick of her parents and ran away, she mainly couch surfed to get by, pick pocketing to afford food. She never lost her interest in tagging, becoming more bold every time. Her skills developed, allowing her to sneak past guards and dogs with ease. She was a shadow, as that was the only thing anyone saw of her when she struck. Except one day, when she was caught. Pure chance, but she wasn’t going to jail. She tried to break free but he wouldn’t let her go, not until she struck him with the crowbar in her hands. Nea wondered if she meant to do it, or if it was an accident, but something in her gut told her that it was necessary. And something even deeper inside of her told her it was thrilling. She experimented with her crimes, violence became a norm for her. She no longer associated with others, and a string of violent assaults, and murders, began to gain media attention. Nea was never caught...by the police, anyway.

Nea is a shadow, a pitch black hole in the rough shape of a human. Bright, white eyes peer out of the darkness.

The Shadow’s Power is called Security Measures, barbed wire traps that remind her of the many gates she’d jumped. She begins the game with eight Barbed Traps that she can place on Vaults, areas where pallets were, and between doorways. They are extensions of the entity, and ensnare victims to unknowingly go through them. When caught in a Barbed Trap the survivor will have to wiggle out, doing a skill check at the end of the wiggle meter. If they fail the skill check they can still get out, but they are downed by one health state. They work similarly to the Hag’s traps, where an old one will disappear if you use another trap after placing all at your disposal. The shadow can pick them up and move them to other areas.

Her main weapon is a simple crowbar, a tool with many purposes for her lifestyle.

Laurie Strode/Cythia Myers (The Copycat) - Michael Myers was let out of the asylum without much fanfare, yet Cynthia Myers never got to meet him before a car crash left her an orphan. Michael was legally old enough to live on his own, but she went to live with the Strode family as he refused to take custody of her. Cynthia had grown to resent her brother, as his legacy followed her wherever she went. Her classmates were not kind to her loss, and she shrunk away from large crowds. Even after convincing her adoptive parents to let her change her name, any person she attempted to grow close to would find out about her brother’s crime. The bullies were one thing, but the “True Crime Freaks” were a hell of their own. Judith would be remembered as a corpse, and “Laurie” would be remembered as the sister of a murderer. A dark whisper began to grow louder, asking why she should be the one to suffer? When her brother was the killer, shouldn’t have the one to pay for what he did to his sisters?

She found him, and paid him back. Murders began to spring up in the town he lived in, the victims were the eldest daughter of families with more than one child. Laurie thought it’d be easy, they’d easily assume Michael went back to his old ways and then lock him up again. But that wasn’t enough, she had to make sure he suffered. No one knew what happened on Halloween Night, except Michael and Laurie, who both disappeared that same night.

Laurie wears a clown mask similar to the one Michael wore that fateful night, alongside a bulky jacket and grimy jeans. Every inch of skin was covered, so that it’d be easier for any escapees to confuse her for Michael.

Laurie’s Power is called Survival of the Fittest, watching the survivors from afar has led to her learning their tricks. The Copycat can do many actions that were thought to be limited to survivors only.

- She can Sabotage Gens, Chests, and Lockers. Sabotaged Gens will need to be “recharged” before they can be repaired. Sabotaged locker doors and chests are stuck and have to jimmied open, with a short sound cue after they’re unjammed. It takes forty seconds to sabotage a gen, and four seconds to jam chests and lockers.

- She’s the only killer unable to break a pallet. However, while in a chase she can jump over pallets. Outside of a chase she can lift up a pallet back in place and sabotage them as well, making it so that survivors have to do the pull down action twice to drop the pallet. 

Her main weapon is a Butcher’s Knife, the tip had been broken off in her attempt to spill the blood of her kin. 

Ace Visconti (The Misfortune) - Ace Visconti, was a foolish as he was confident. Too many debts with the wrong kind of people were bound to catch up to him eventually. One bet, involving some underground fighting ring, sealed his fate. He ran, and made it pretty far before the goons came to collect. What meager winnings he had on him weren’t enough, so their boss ordered them to make an example out of Ace. So they cut him into pieces, wrapped them up in plastic wrap, and dumped them all into a murky swamp. As they held him down he made one final desperate deal, the goons didn’t buy it but something did in fact take him up on the offer. The goons stuck around the swamp for a smoke break, and went missing soon after. A police investigation ten years later would lead to the swamp being drained, all the bodies found at the bottom would help send a dangerous man to the big house. Ace Visconti’s body was never found, but the goons were. Drowned in the murky waters by the looks of it.

Ace wear his water damaged, and muddy clothing, with plastic wrap obscuring his entire head. Duct tape is wrapped around some parts of his body to prevent him from falling to pieces. He lacks shoes but wears a ridiculous amount of jewelry, perhaps collected off his fellow victims in the swamp’ s depths?

His Power is called Unlucky Deck, cards that he uses as offerings for bonuses in the entity’s game. All cards are randomly generated, and more cards can be found in chests,. The Misfortune is the only killer who can loot chests but he closes them after use, he cannot use chests search by survivors without add-ons. Add-ons can increase his chances to get a certain type of card. The killer can shuffle his deck to look at his other cards, when a card is chosen he will pick it out of his deck and it will instantly burn away into ash. His deck consists of the following:

Ten of Clubs - If any of the crows are disturbed, they will flock to the survivor and follow them for ten seconds. This lasts for 30 seconds.

Jack of Clubs - The aura of survivors opening chests or lockers will be revealed for 6 seconds. This will last for 30 seconds.

Queen of Clubs - Once used, after hitting a survivor with a base attack all survivors in your terror radius will have their auras revealed for 8 seconds. This will continue until all survivors still in the game are hit at least once.

King of Clubs - When a Generator is completed after this card is used, all survivors will gain the Exposed status for 20 seconds, and their auras are revealed for 4 seconds.

Ace of Clubs(Incredibly Rare) - All survivors auras are revealed for twenty seconds regardless of distance, however the killer’s movement speed is slowed for the duration of this card’s use.

Joker Card(Tremendously Rare) - A random affliction of another card is played, lasting for thirty to forty seconds regardless of the original time limits.

The Misfortune’s main weapon is a Bloody Saw, used to make an example of him and later thrown into the water as evidence.

Bill Overbeck (The Carrier) - Left behind, left to rot. When the entity found him it knew just the way to “fix” him, after all, he was already a carrier. Becoming one of the creatures he had tried his damnedest to evade. Very similar to a Smoker(Type of Special Infected), with the bloated skin and a gross, long tongue. However his lumpy skin would be a charred black with cracks that glow like the claws of the entity(also makes his skin look like the black lungs of a cigarette smoker). When hit by a pallet or a decisive strike he will emit smoke. He no longer sees survivors the same way he used to, and now hunts them without restraint. This is due to the entity skewing his perception, making all the survivors resemble infected that attempt to escape to spread their disease, with dark thoughts urging Bill to prevent them from getting out alive.

His Power would be Ensnaring Tongue, an ability he shares with other smokers. He shoots out his elongated tongue straight forward to choke a survivor in place. Hitting the survivor or the survivor managing to wiggle out(similar to escaping a beartrap) will break the connection, resulting in tongue being torn off and a small cooldown for his ability to regrow it. A secondary ability is that survivors will cough in close proximity, and will continue coughing for a few moments even after gaining distance. 

His weapon would be a combat knife, a memento of his younger years. 

Feng Min (The Patient) - Taking inspiration from the controversial Dr. Yang Yongxin(Chinese Clinical Psychiatrist that likely inspired the Spark of Madness chapter), in a timeline where Feng Min is taken to a “Gamin Addiction Treatment Center“, where her parents handed her over to the “good doctors”. The head doctor’s experiments in curing their patients came crashing down when, after the electroshock treatment became to much, Feng proceeded to escape and murder the staff. She would wear the hospital gown she was given for her stay and would still be connected to electroshock equipment. Her face is heavily bandaged, and a syringe is stuck in her neck. The only hit the main doctor got in before he was snuffed out. Her Power would be similar to the Carter’s Spark, Remnants of Rewiring, driving survivors exhausted to the point of self-destruction. She afflicts survivors by creating an electric pulse that flows in a straight wave, that extends for several feet in front of her. When affected their progress may go backwards, either destroying any progress they had made before or not even getting far in the first place. Maybe at the highest tier of her pulse ability, Survivors might go into a “drowsy state” where they will have to do a skill check or two to not fall asleep, this leaves them open for attack but if the survivor falls asleep and is woken by a survivor/killer they return to tier 2. They would need to escape The Patient and “relax” to lessen the effects. 

Her weapon is a chipped baton, ripped out of the hands of her main watch guard as he bled out. 

David King (The Boar) - David King was meant for greatness, in this life or the next. He squandered his success, all in his search for a good fight. While out drinking he met a shady man who took interest in his fighting prowess, and offered him an experience even more thrilling than his less-than-legal underground tournaments. Two men go in, one comes out, gladiator style. It took David one night to agree. He grew notorious in the underworld fighting circuit, wealthy spectators paid extra to watch King’s own unique style of brutality. He was a bloody mess, and his victims were worse off in every aspect. His “Manager” gave him a unique reward, a boar’s skin, said it would liven up the crowd if they saw David wearing it. David couldn’t give a shit if he tried, as long as he got good competition. 

He was soon more animal than man, taking extra measures to make the losers “squeal” for his own personal pleasure. He soon disappeared abruptly, his manager admitted that David King simply left and never came back. Sure, King was his best fighter, but even he wasn’t stupid enough to order the beast around.

The Boar’s Power is Beastly Brutality, when a survivor is downed the brutish man will grab their leg and break it, applying the Fractured Status effect. Until healed the afflicted survivor will be slowed and unable to vault, They will also grown audibly. If the Fractured status effect is reapplied, the grunting is less frequent, until it’s barely noticeable the next time it’s applied(The Boar’s base speed would be similar to the Huntress’ to give the survivors a fighting chance). There is also a “Struggling” action where the survivor can try to pull away from David until he gives up and carries you or wins. His secondary ability can be used after every two hits with his base weapon, where he tosses the Pig Skinner to his other hand and strikes a survivor with his balled fist after gaining a short speed burst. This will distort the survivor’s vision and make their ears ring.

He wields “The Pig Skinner”, a cleaver with a broad blade and long handle. Of all the weapons he used to mutilate his opponents, this one was his favorite, besides his own hands of course.

Quentin Smith (The Sandman) - Forever haunted by endless nightmares he set out to do the impossible by avoiding sleep all together, slowly destroying himself in futile attempts to avoid the necessary part of human life. His parents were forced to admit him to a hospital when it began to make a toll on his health, where he met familiar faces(whether he remembered them fully or not) with similar problems. When a friend took his life in front them all, he broke, and set out to escape. In a desperate attempt to “save” Nancy, the only one who believed him about the “darkness“, as well he proceeded to murder the staff that tried to restrain him. He escaped into the surrounding woods, vowing to return for Nancy. When the entity collects him he desperately searches the realms for her, hoping to save his fellow victim in this life now that he had failed in the other.

He’s severely sickly from sleep deprivation, and his eyes are permanently closed, this does not affect his eye sight. He wears the clothing the hospital provided, with noticeable burn marks leaving holes in them. His Power would be Dreamwalker, when used the survivors will experience “Micronaps” slipping into the dreamworld where the Sandman may harm them. The Sandman can only interact with survivors doing “Skill“ actions, such as healing and gen fixing, afflicting them with “Fatigue”. They are now on a timer until they “rejuvenate” themselves with a health kit(by healing to full health), every ten seconds they will enter a Micronap for ten seconds, in a continuous loop until fatigue is lifted. The Sandman can attack during the entire time you are in fatigue but is invisible outside of Micronaps, only his red stain reveals his location during these brief moments. 

His main weapon is a fire axe, meant to be used for emergencies but stolen in his escape. 

David Tapp (The Detective) - (The Following is based on the first Saw Videogame, where Tapp had to travel through an asylum until being given a choice at the end of the game. He could’ve chosen “Freedom”, the canon ending where he gave up his search for Jigsaw and freed all occupants of the Asylum. Or the alternate ending, which I’m following for this au, where his obsession makes him choose “Truth” which results in the death of an innocent.)

His choices made him who he is, in his obsession he had cost the deaths of many. He was as equally guilty as jigsaw, and the mastermind took advantage of this fact. Detective Tapp died that day, and whatever was left took up the dying man’s offer to join him. As an officer, he knew who deserved punishment, and became another valuable asset of Joh Kramer. During one kidnapping, where he accidently killed a victim before they could be tested, he vanished. Jigsaw was disappointed, but not surprised, he had already lost another disciple before and there were always more who could be taught. 

He wears his old uniform, the bullet proof vest provides better protection than the red robes his coworkers wear. A pig mask, modified by a wire frame under the latex to give it structure. Leather straps ensure it stays in place without obscuring his vision.

The Detective’s Power is called Night Watch, he carries a large flashlight that acts as his secondary weapon. When using it, any survivor that is caught in it’ s light will be stunned for 2 seconds and have their aura highlighted in yellow for 30 seconds. The flashlight can charged to flash brightly, this blinds the Detective for a few seconds but any survivor who sees the flash will be put into the exposed state for 16 seconds. The flashlight works as long as it’s beam is in the survivors line of sight, ie. like how flashlights work for killers. 

His main weapon is a Modified Bat, nails have been driven into it to increase the damage it can cause. What was once evidence is now his tool to free his victims.

Kate Denson (The Siren) - One must always be weary of the dangers of travelling alone, who knows what kind of people you could meet. Men who can’t take a hint, who do not like to be told no. It was not her fault, she simply wanted a quiet place to write. The woods nearby reminded her of home, but one must always be careful when wandering away from civilization. The man from yesterday still hadn’t let it go, this time he brought along friends to convince her. She was a fighter, but they played dirty, so she had to run when she spotted a window of opportunity. One of the men stopped her easily, and she fell as her guitar splintered into several pieces over her head. They had killed her, or so they thought. They were prepared to leave her in the river to be swept away, but she woke up kicking and screaming, they would be caught if anyone heard her voice so they silenced her with a nearby rock. 

Kate Denson was reported missing after she ceased all contact with her family, her Chevy was later found abandoned in the woods. The law enforcement already had enough on their hands though, in only three days several bodies had been found in the river. There were no sign of struggle, it was as if these men jumped into the waters by choice. Anyone passing these woods would swear they heard singing from deep within, but no one had ever been brave enough to look for the source of such a beautiful voice.

Her Power is Song of Remorse, a mournful song that entrances survivors into letting their guard down. If survivors are in the radius of her song they will be “Enchanted”. Similar to madness, it applies different effects as it’s tiers increase. Survivors can snap enchanted teammates out of it, or they can “clear their thoughts”. Clearing thoughts will make the survivor’s vision blurry for 5 seconds.

Enchantment Tier One - An image of the Siren’s face will flash on screen for a second, darkening the screen for a moment until the image fades away. This will happen every 20 seconds. A quiet humming will be heard for 2 seconds after these flashes occur.

Enchantment Tier Two - Whenever a Survivor attempts to drop a pallet there will be a chance that they do the action without actually pulling it down. The flashes will now occur every 10 seconds. Quiet humming can be heard for as long as the survivor is in this tier. 

Enchantment Tier Three - Nonsense singing fills the survivor’ s ears, obscuring all other noises. Survivors can no longer heal, drop pallets, or fix gens. All flashlights will point downwards.

Her main weapon is the Driftwood club, her prized guitar now acts as the handle of her makeshift weapon. Driftwood, old rope, and what remained of her guitar have been crafted together to ensure only the most devastating of blows.

Adam Francis (The Ember) - It’s difficult to break such a disciplined man, but not impossible. The crash left him in shambles, but the person he failed to safe was left as a smear. He refused to die, dragging his legless body even as flames began to spread. For the first time in his life he displayed weakness, and allowed himself to feel fear. Death, the ultimate end, or at least so he thought. Something dark loomed above him, dark whispers making offers. Even as he bled out, he chose to think of others. He had a feeling that whatever deal he made, it would not end well, the last hope he ever had was that that young woman he failed was saved. He closed his eyes as flames devoured him, dark tendrils dragging him away.

When he awoke, he’d find a fire contained in his own body, now a hollow shell of the man he used to be. Lacking legs he instead floats in place, he breaks pallets by striking them with his weapon.

The dutiful Ember uses his Power, The Onibi’s Lament, as a way to close the distance between him and far away survivors. Activating his power makes a small orb of fire containing his soul shoot out of his corpse’s midsection. His corpse stays behind as a husk, with the player now controlling the orb to bypass pallets and quickly search for survivors for a short period of time. When the power is stopped, either by cancellation or the power bar going empty, his husk disappears and he silently “reforms” from the ball of fire. As a ball of fire he can harm a survivor once by running into them, but this automatically cancels the power and the “reforming” takes a few seconds to finish(think of Wraith’s uncloaking). His secondary ability is releasing a harmless decoy Onibi, to fool survivors into thinking he’s a harmless husk. The false orb goes in a straight line until it either hits something or fizzles out.

His main weapon is the Steel Shrapnel, a jagged piece of metal from the train wreck that had embedded itself in his arm. 

Jeff Johansen (The Unseeing) - Losing one’s sight is a horrifying experience, especially for an artist. One fight and he was forever changed, his shyness promptly became a need to isolate himself. Even though he attempted to adapt to his new life, dark whispers in the back of his mind never allowed him to forget what he lost. He began to dream, and as if guided by invisible hands, he began to sketch what haunted him in his mind. A dark mass of unknown shape, with hundreds of arms reaching out in search of something. He created several drawings, greatly worrying his mother. Jeff left home without a word, and seemingly fell off the earth’s radar. A series of murders began, a bloody trail from Winkler to Ormond, nicknamed the Mural Murders due to what the police assumed was the killer’s calling card. A mural, in blood, paint, or other materials, depicting a many armed creature could be found on any wall or flat surface near the bodies. The trail went cold and the murders were left unsolved.

Jeff as a killer looks similar to his Heavy Metal skin, though his clothing is covered in numerous paint stains. His eyes have been touched by the entity, making him more vulnerable to flashlights.

The Unseeing’s Power is called All-Seeing Entity, a gift from the entity that allows him to hunt and steal the sight of survivors. The Unseeing will always see the maps as a pitch black abyss, all surrounding items in his terror radius are highlighted by a white glow. Aka, this is how he can find survivors while physically blind. Holding down his power bottom will make him release a harsh yell, any survivor caught in the yell’s radius will be cursed with “Dying Sight”. A two minute time will begin, the survivor’s vision will slowly be consumed by darkness until they are fully blind by the time the timer runs out. Once blind they cannot see at all until they’re downed, which restarts the timer. Survivors can cure their Dying Sight by finding a fellow survivor and being healed to a completely healthy state by them, Dying Sight is not affected by Self-Care or medkits.

His main weapon is a sledgehammer, a tool with a surprising use in his art. It reshapes rigid materials to his liking.

Jane Romero (The Idol) - No matter how influential you get, or how famous you become, nothing will drag you out of the pit of your own creation. Stress builds, expectations become increasingly more difficult to meet, and sleep becomes a rare luxury. It all builds up, until one final straw breaks your back. Did Loretta Lawrence expect to die, by the hands of a daughter she declared not hers? Envy fuels hatred, and when all you see is red, what’s a little blood gonna do? Jane wears her mother’s dress, the beautiful gown she wore for the interview that led to her demise. When Loretta’s body was found in her dressing room, everyone searched for Jane, it was as if she vanished. Many of her loyal fans refused to believe she’d done it, leading to an increase in sales for Jane Romero sponsored products.

Her Power is called Shattered Reflection, giving her the ability to leave behind copies of herself while the true body went on the prowl. She can create a total of five "Reflections" without add-ons, if she creates a new reflection after using them all up, the oldest made reflection will disappear. Survivors with flashlights can destroy copies, however it’ll take about 10 seconds. Reflections have a simple AI that allows them to move around a bit like an NPC, if a survivor is close enough they can strike once. If they land a hit the survivor goes down one health state and the reflection disappears. Each reflection has a small terror radius. The idol will receive a notification when a reflection is destroyed, a survivor is in a reflection’s small terror radius, and if the reflection lands a hit on a survivor. The survivor’s auras are highlighted for 6 seconds.

Her main weapon is a Glass Shard, a piece collected after she smashed a mirror in frustration. It’s size and shape ensure damage equal to a knife.

Notes

- David’s Boar Skin is based of the Greek Erymanthian Boar

- Dwight is similar to the ghosts in Silent hill 4

- At least two of these powers were inspired by a DBD clone called Soul at Stake

- I tried my best to make each power fair and interesting, but I guess it’s up to your opinion to know if I succeeded

- My favorite concepts are Ace, Adam, and Quentin’s

- Ace’s backstory was inspired by a character in the movie “13 Ghosts”

- Yes there are Survivor Versions of the killers

- If it’s not clear, Adam wished to save Rin Yamaoka after failing to save her in this au. You can probably guess how the entity “saved” her

- Asks me questions about this au if you like, there’s a bunch of details I left out because it was already long as is

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd au #deceased at sunrise aus #this post contains all survivors from Dwight to Jane #too many to list #killer au

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             SHREK

                                      Written by

                               William Steig & Ted Elliott

                                    SHREK                         Once upon a time there was a lovely                         princess. But she had an enchantment                         upon her of a fearful sort which could                         only be broken by love's first kiss.                         She was locked away in a castle guarded                         by a terrible fire-breathing dragon.                         Many brave knights had attempted to                         free her from this dreadful prison,                         but non prevailed. She waited in the                         dragon's keep in the highest room of                         the tallest tower for her true love                         and true love's first kiss. (laughs)                         Like that's ever gonna happen. What                         a load of - (toilet flush)

              Allstar - by Smashmouth begins to play. Shrek goes about his               day. While in a nearby town, the villagers get together to go               after the ogre.

              NIGHT - NEAR SHREK'S HOME

                                    MAN1                         Think it's in there?

                                    MAN2                         All right. Let's get it!

                                    MAN1                         Whoa. Hold on. Do you know what that                         thing can do to you?

                                    MAN3                         Yeah, it'll grind your bones for it's                         bread.

              Shrek sneaks up behind them and laughs.

                                    SHREK                         Yes, well, actually, that would be a                         giant. Now, ogres, oh they're much worse.                         They'll make a suit from your freshly                         peeled skin.

                                    MEN                         No!

                                    SHREK                         They'll shave your liver. Squeeze the                         jelly from your eyes! Actually, it's                         quite good on toast.

                                    MAN1                         Back! Back, beast! Back! I warn ya!                         (waves the torch at Shrek.)

              Shrek calmly licks his fingers and extinguishes the torch. The               men shrink back away from him. Shrek roars very loudly and long               and his breath extinguishes all the remaining torches until the               men are in the dark.

                                    SHREK                         This is the part where you run away.                         (The men scramble to get away. He laughs.)                         And stay out! (looks down and picks                         up a piece of paper. Reads.) "Wanted.                         Fairy tale creatures."(He sighs and                         throws the paper over his shoulder.)

              THE NEXT DAY

              There is a line of fairy tale creatures. The head of the guard               sits at a table paying people for bringing the fairy tale creatures               to him. There are cages all around. Some of the people in line               are Peter Pan, who is carrying Tinkerbell in a cage, Gipetto               who's carrying Pinocchio, and a farmer who is carrying the three               little pigs.

                                    GUARD                         All right. This one's full. Take it                         away! Move it along. Come on! Get up!

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Next!

                                    GUARD                         (taking the witch's broom) Give me that!                         Your flying days are over. (breaks the                         broom in half)

                                    HEAD GUARD                         That's 20 pieces of silver for the witch.                         Next!

                                    GUARD                         Get up! Come on!

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Twenty pieces.

                                    LITTLE BEAR                         (crying) This cage is too small.

                                    DONKEY                         Please, don't turn me in. I'll never                         be stubborn again. I can change. Please!                         Give me another chance!

                                    OLD WOMAN                         Oh, shut up. (jerks his rope)

                                    DONKEY                         Oh!

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Next! What have you got?

                                    GIPETTO                         This little wooden puppet.

                                    PINOCCHIO                         I'm not a puppet. I'm a real boy. (his                         nose grows)

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Five shillings for the possessed toy.                         Take it away.

                                    PINOCCHIO                         Father, please! Don't let them do this!                         Help me!

              Gipetto takes the money and walks off. The old woman steps up               to the table.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Next! What have you got?

                                    OLD WOMAN                         Well, I've got a talking donkey.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Right. Well, that's good for ten shillings,                         if you can prove it.

                                    OLD WOMAN                         Oh, go ahead, little fella.

              Donkey just looks up at her.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Well?

                                    OLD WOMAN                         Oh, oh, he's just...he's just a little                         nervous. He's really quite a chatterbox.                         Talk, you boneheaded dolt...

                                    HEAD GUARD                         That's it. I've heard enough. Guards!

                                    OLD WOMAN                         No, no, he talks! He does. (pretends                         to be Donkey) I can talk. I love to                         talk. I'm the talkingest damn thing                         you ever saw.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Get her out of my sight.

                                    OLD WOMAN                         No, no! I swear! Oh! He can talk!

              The guards grab the old woman and she struggles with them. One               of her legs flies out and kicks Tinkerbell out of Peter Pan's               hands, and her cage drops on Donkey's head. He gets sprinkled               with fairy dust and he's able to fly.

                                    DONKEY                         Hey! I can fly!

                                    PETER PAN                         He can fly!

                                    3 LITTLE PIGS                         He can fly!

                                    HEAD GUARD                         He can talk!

                                    DONKEY                         Ha, ha! That's right, fool! Now I'm                         a flying, talking donkey. You might                         have seen a housefly, maybe even a superfly                         but I bet you ain't never seen a donkey                         fly. Ha, ha! (the pixie dust begins                         to wear off) Uh-oh. (he begins to sink                         to the ground.)

              He hits the ground with a thud.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         Seize him! (Donkey takes of running.)                         After him!

                                    GUARDS                         He's getting away! Get him! This way!                         Turn!

              Donkey keeps running and he eventually runs into Shrek. Literally.               Shrek turns around to see who bumped into him. Donkey looks scared               for a moment then he spots the guards coming up the path. He               quickly hides behind Shrek.

                                    HEAD GUARD                         You there. Ogre!

                                    SHREK                         Aye?

                                    HEAD GUARD                         By the order of Lord Farquaad I am authorized                         to place you both under arrest and transport                         you to a designated resettlement facility.

                                    SHREK                         Oh, really? You and what army?

              He looks behind the guard and the guard turns to look as well               and we see that the other men have run off. The guard tucks tail               and runs off. Shrek laughs and goes back about his business and               begins walking back to his cottage.

                                    DONKEY                         Can I say something to you? Listen,                         you was really, really, really somethin'                         back here. Incredible!

                                    SHREK                         Are you talkin' to...(he turns around                         and Donkey is gone) me? (he turns back                         around and Donkey is right in front                         of him.) Whoa!

                                    DONKEY                         Yes. I was talkin' to you. Can I tell                         you that you that you was great back                         here? Those guards! They thought they                         was all of that. Then you showed up,                         and bam! They was trippin' over themselves                         like babes in the woods. That really                         made me feel good to see that.

                                    SHREK                         Oh, that's great. Really.

                                    DONKEY                         Man, it's good to be free.

                                    SHREK                         Now, why don't you go celebrate your                         freedom with your own friends? Hmm?

                                    DONKEY                         But, uh, I don't have any friends. And                         I'm not goin' out there by myself. Hey,                         wait a minute! I got a great idea! I'll                         stick with you. You're mean, green,                         fightin' machine. Together we'll scare                         the spit out of anybody that crosses                         us.

              Shrek turns and regards Donkey for a moment before roaring very               loudly.

                                    DONKEY                         Oh, wow! That was really scary. If you                         don't mind me sayin', if that don't                         work, your breath certainly will get                         the job done, 'cause you definitely                         need some Tic Tacs or something, 'cause                         you breath stinks! You almost burned                         the hair outta my nose, just like the                         time...(Shrek covers his mouth but Donkey                         continues to talk, so Shrek removes                         his hand.) ...then I ate some rotten                         berries. I had strong gases leaking                         out of my butt that day.

                                    SHREK                         Why are you following me?

                                    DONKEY                         I'll tell you why. (singing) 'Cause                         I'm all alone, There's no one here beside                         me, My problems have all gone, There's                         no one to deride me, But you gotta have                         faith...

                                    SHREK                         Stop singing! It's no wonder you don't                         have any friends.

                                    DONKEY                         Wow. Only a true friend would be that                         cruelly honest.

                                    SHREK                         Listen, little donkey. Take a look at                         me. What am I?

                                    DONKEY                         (looks all the way up at Shrek) Uh ...really                         tall?

                                    SHREK                         No! I'm an ogre! You know. "Grab your                         torch and pitchforks." Doesn't that                         bother you?

                                    DONKEY                         Nope.

                                    SHREK                         Really?

                                    DONKEY                         Really, really.

                                    SHREK                         Oh.

                                    DONKEY                         Man, I like you. What's you name?

                                    SHREK                         Uh, Shrek.

                                    DONKEY                         Shrek? Well, you know what I like about                         you, Shrek? You got that kind of I-don't-care-what-nobody-thinks-of-me                         thing. I like that. I respect that,                         Shrek. You all right. (They come over                         a hill and you can see Shrek's cottage.)                         Whoa! Look at that. Who'd want to live                         in place like that?

                                    SHREK                         That would be my home.

                                    DONKEY                         Oh! And it is lovely! Just beautiful.                         You know you are quite a decorator.                         It's amazing what you've done with such                         a modest budget. I like that boulder.                         That is a nice boulder. I guess you                         don't entertain much, do you?

                                    SHREK                         I like my privacy.

                                    DONKEY                         You know, I do too. That's another thing                         we have in common. Like I hate it when                         you got somebody in your face. You've                         trying to give them a hint, and they                         won't leave. There's that awkward silence.                         (awkward silence) Can I stay with you?

                                    SHREK                         Uh, what?

                                    DONKEY                         Can I stay with you, please?

                                    SHREK                         (sarcastically) Of course!

                                    DONKEY                         Really?

                                    SHREK                         No.

                                    DONKEY                         Please! I don't wanna go back there!                         You don't know what it's like to be                         considered a freak. (pause while he                         looks at Shrek) Well, maybe you do.                         But that's why we gotta stick together.                         You gotta let me stay! Please! Please!

                                    SHREK                         Okay! Okay! But one night only.

                                    DONKEY                         Ah! Thank you! (he runs inside the cottage)

                                    SHREK                         What are you...? (Donkey hops up onto                         a chair.) No! No!

                                    DONKEY                         This is gonna be fun! We can stay up                         late, swappin' manly stories, and in                         the mornin' I'm makin' waffles.

                                    SHREK                         Oh!

                                    DONKEY                         Where do, uh, I sleep?

                                    SHREK                         (irritated) Outside!

                                    DONKEY                         Oh, well, I guess that's cool. I mean,                         I don't know you, and you don't know                         me, so I guess outside is best, you                         know. Here I go. Good night. (Shrek                         slams the door.) (sigh) I mean, I do                         like the outdoors. I'm a donkey. I was                         born outside. I'll just be sitting by                         myself outside, I guess, you know. By                         myself, outside. I'm all alone...there's                         no one here beside me...

              SHREK'S COTTAGE - NIGHT

              Shrek is getting ready for dinner. He sits himself down and lights               a candle made out of earwax. He begins to eat when he hears a               noise. He stands up with a huff.

                                    SHREK                         (to Donkey) I thought I told you to                         stay outside.

                                    DONKEY                         (from the window) I am outside.

              There is another noise and Shrek turns to find the person that               made the noise. He sees several shadows moving. He finally turns               and spots 3 blind mice on his table.

#lexxpocalypse

[funkymeihem-fiction]

He Don’t Mean It- Chapter 7

The back of his hand slammed into the tabletop with such force that the whole metal table rattled, and he groaned and rubbed at his sore arm. The first round he had won by her slipped elbow, but she had put up more than a worthy fight after that. She won the next two, lost the fourth, won the fifth, and by that time he had forgotten if he had upped the bet or not, and whether or not he had to accept her help or she had to kiss his rings.

Zarya was certainly…different. She’d always seemed so somber and responsible on the field, but that had been the only times he had ever truly paid much attention to her. During competitions, even little ones like arm-wrestling, it turned out she was a vivacious and enthusiastic braggart, and loud enough to rival Junkrat himself. Wiping away the sweat on her forehead, she sat back, and rolled her arm, still smirking and ready for another.

“Will nobody else challenge Zaryanova! Must I bring Doomfist himself to the arena!” She raised both arms and cupped a hand around one ear as if she could hear a cheering crowd yell back at her.

“…Only lost the most important one,” Roadhog pointed out, snorting a laugh at the dirty look he received in reply.

“Eh! You are the one who extended the bet. Although…Wait, how long have we been doing this?” She was brought back to reality, glancing to the door again. “I thought they would be here by now. I am sorry, my friend, but we cannot wait any longer. The Junkman and Mei are still unaccounted for and hurt, we cannot ignore that. Up. Up.”

He lifted one scarred brow at the words ‘my friend’, but merely nodded slowly. “Mm…”

She stood, and he watched her head for the communicator panel by the door. She was right. They didn’t know the extent of Junkrat and Mei’s injuries, and that had been at least an hour ago. He liked to think the two were probably off arguing or…doing other things…as they often did. But there was always a very high possibility of Junkrat laying injured in a ditch somewhere, at any given point in time. And Mei…She hadn’t deserved this. But, a lot of things seemed to happen to her that she never really deserved. Junkrat too, the idiot. And the way Zarya spoke, probably her as well. Didn’t really deserve their misfortunes, any of them.

Unlike him, who deserved everything he got.

She paused very suddenly, her hand just above the control panel for the door. Turning back to him, she shook her head. “Oh. I almost forgot. We did not speak of the prizes.”

“The prizes?” He had almost forgotten them completely.

He’d won the first round and most important one, but had kept the bet going after that. He wasn’t entirely sure where they had ended up, but at some point he’d been on the losing side a few times in a row, and likely had lost the third out of five…Which would end with him allowing her to ‘help’ him get back into Overwatch’s good damn graces again, even if it was mostly because she wanted it more than he did.

He doubted that only a few of them really gave a shit as far as Junkrat’s health, or his own. But he’d hurt Mei. Of all people on the base, he’d hurt one of the smallest and most beloved, because of course he would. He still wasn’t entirely sure why the Russian was bothering…She could likely get a lighter punishment just by staying out of things and being the good soldier she was supposed to be.

The pink of her hair was flecked with little speckles of reddish-brown as she tilted her head. “The prizes. I did not forget. We will…exchange winning bets, yes?”

He remembered her words keenly. ‘ If you win, I will kiss your ring, your boots, and whatever is beneath that pig mask,’ she had said. If she had been anyone else, he might have really taken her to task for it. Her overconfidence and boastful nature had driven her to promise all those things to him, after all. He had never much considered himself a gentleman, even before he was Roadhog, but likely it would just be better for them to both to just demand the first part of their bet, just the bit with the rings-

“Which part do you want first?” Zarya said impatiently.

“…Hm?” He turned his massive head to her, blinking behind his lenses.

“I remember our bet,” she replied, folding her massive arms and pulling down her blood-spattered track suit sleeves. “I am holding you to your end, you must hold me to mine. Which do you want first?”

That was surprising, to be sure. For a moment, even he wasn’t sure how to answer. Finally he shook his immense head, waving her off. “Hmmm…Don’t wanna kiss these boots. Not where they’ve been.”

She shrugged. “The rings, then?”

“…The rings, yeah…Grrrngh…” He rumbled, feeling strangely…uncomfortable? He was often uncomfortable, yes, but not in this particular way. He never put himself into situations that would ever result in him feeling this way. Those green eyes were staring at him in a very expectant sort of way that he hadn’t seen in…how many years had it been?

Awkward. That was the word. When was the last time he’d felt this awkward? He didn’t want to think about that right now.

“Uhr…Hmm…” He was unsure why he felt this way, seeing as he was the one who had decided on that particular prize in the first place.

She looked a little smug at his sudden hesitation, even rolling her eyes a little before gesturing to his enormous hands. “Put them on, then.”

Something inside him rankled a bit. Nobody truly ordered Roadhog to do anything he did not wish to do. Even Junkrat, who was technically his employer and tried in vain to be ‘the boss’ persona inside his addled head, had never truly been the one in charge. If Roadhog wished to do something, he did it on his own terms. So why was he reaching over the table, gathering up the golden rings in one palm and sorting through them, before swiftly slipping them back into place around his fingers? They covered the tan lines and pale bands across dark flesh that had been long scorched by the sun, the clinking of metal and gold paint clacking against one another giving him a curious sense of comfort and familiarity. It felt right to have them back on.

What did not feel right was the way her hand was suddenly upon his, taking his immense fist into her grip and starting to rise it to her waiting lips.

Shit. No, that wasn’t supposed to be happening, was it? Behind the protective blank glass of his lenses, his eyes widened slowly. Her lips, painted a lighter shade of magenta pink, slowly lowered and pursed, and he watched as silently as ever as their softness was pressed flat to the embossed golden surface of the L. They stayed there for just a moment, before peeling up and away. Then they moved downward once more, to the E. Tilting his fist in her much smaller grip, the F and the T soon followed, their golden surfaces marred by the scattered patterns of pink. Such a pretty mouth against his jewelry, and for once it didn’t involve flying teeth or crunching bone.

L. E. F. T. The rings were done, and he sat there like a big fat fucking idiot as she suddenly chuckled and then abruptly pitched his fist back at him. He looked down at the rings in a very stupid way, muttering something or other about ‘that being done’, and then looked back at her, clearly expecting her to open the door and get on with it.

No go. She was just staring at him in that expectant manner again. “If not the boots, then the rest of it? I do not back down from my bets.”

She was serious, then. Well, best to get on with it. It might have been…a while…and perhaps she really was just doing this for that silly wager she’d made in the heat of the moment, although there was a very light flush to her cheeks that hadn’t been there before. Fear? No, not fear. Desire? Surely not. Embarrassment? Probably embarrassment. Maybe. Although that did not explain why she had stepped forward and gotten very close to him all of a sudden.

Only Junkrat had seen what lay beneath the swinish veneer he always wore, and even then he often forgot and had been surprised all over again when Roadhog removed his mask. Even Dr. Ziegler had not been able to get him to relinquish it, though she had fervently tried, and had remarked more than once on his complete lack of hesitation on removing his pants compared to removing his pig mask. But none of them understood its meaning. How could they? And Zarya was just another of them.

He held up one thick finger. “Wait.”

“You do not want-?”

“Fine. But. No looking,” he said, gesturing to his face. He saw her about to roll her eyes and protest, but cut her off before she could do so, yet again. “No.”

“Then how will I know where to-”

He lifted up from his slouched posture, rearing over her. He could tell she was not used to such things. Zarya was a large woman in almost all aspects, and clearly used to being the one doing the looming. But she held her ground, merely looking up at him with her jaw set in determination. Fine. If this was how she wished to play things, he could play along…to a certain point.

“My win, my terms,” he said, in a low tone which barred any more nonsense on the matter.

“…Very well, Mako Rutledge,” she said evenly, her gaze unmoving.

He narrowed his eyes a little behind the mask, but nodded. With both hands, he reached up and slowly undid the latches, clicking one by one until he felt them give, holding the mask in place. She looked on, unflinching and waiting.

He leaned forward slowly, lifting one huge hand as his calloused palm settled over her face, thick fingers curling to cover her eyes. He didn’t have as much feeling in his hands as he used to, more accustomed to having bruised knuckles and dried blood under his nails… but he could swear he felt a wetness there. Or perhaps it was merely his imagination. But she didn’t need to see his face and he couldn’t stand to see those eyes of hers, as he slowly brought up his other hand to push up the bottom of his mask, peeling away the swinish veneer just enough to free his mouth, holding it up above his lips and blocking his own vision. The comforting presence of the mask’s gas filters gave way to the burn of real air and the smell of her, and he kept her eyes covered as he brought his scarred lips to brush against hers in a rusty and ill-practiced kiss that would have shamed his younger self.

She tasted like anger, pain, and cheap lip gloss that didn’t resemble any real fruit he knew of. And she was eerily silent, barely breathing as her posture remained tense. That was no good, and he knew he could do better. When he kissed her again, her lips pressed back against him. So he tried again, and he should have ended it there. But as with so many other foolish decisions, he did the exact opposite of what he should have done.

Her mouth opened and he took the invitation, pushing his tongue forward and finding hers. Her mouth was sweet and more than a little bitter, overpowering the taste of the the stale hogdrogen from his mask. Whatever he might have tasted like to her, she didn’t seem to mind. At all. When he felt the scrape of nails against his chest, he realized she was trying to pull herself on top of him in a very different way than before.

He swallowed. Hard.

Wasn’t the first time he’d had people throw themselves at him, both men and women. But usually theirs was an act of desperation or sabotage or some misguided notion that they might endear themselves for his protection. When he’d been younger, he’d taken a few of them up on it before tossing them aside, after being done with them. But this was one woman he couldn’t simply toss aside, especially after she’d physically tossed him earlier.

She sat astride his lap, leaning on the curve of his wide belly, pressing in with both massively strong legs on either side of him. She kissed him again and he started to bring both hands up towards her face as he shifted uncomfortably beneath her. The armored belt he wore, with the license plate grill and buckle at the front of his trousers, suddenly felt very tight and restricting. Especially with the way those legs, stronger than iron shackles, kept him in place as she started to very subtly grind against him. Safe to say that he felt stirrings of a sort that he had not felt so strongly in a long, long time.

Maybe just a little bit would be all right. Something quick and without passion, before they went on with business as usual? How long had it been? Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if he had a little fun. It had been such a long time, after all. If he did this. If he did this… would it feel anything like her?

Mako, take care of yourself out there.

…

That’s what she had said.

But this wasn’t her. And Mako was dead. Everyone was dead and he had killed them. And here he was, kissing a woman nearly twenty years his junior and entertaining some foolish notion that it would be anything like the old days. There were no old days. Not anymore. This had been a bad idea, just one more bad idea to add to all the other bad ideas he’d ever inflicted on the world. The old Mako was gone, and only Roadhog was left. And Roadhog cared nothing for this.

He pulled his lips away and tried to ignore the way her face moved to follow his, as hungry and touch-starved as they both were. He started to sit up, and loosened his grip until he let her go altogether. Her grasp on his vest faltered, and she slid down from him in a clear mixture of resignation and disappointment. She sat up quickly, cheeks rosy and embarrassed and almost the same shade as her hair, as she smoothed her locks back to have something else to do with her hands.

“Ah. Sorry,” she said. “It was my mistake.”

“Hrmm…”

“Извини, что я нагрубил… Sorry, I should not have done that. We shouldn’t… Da, it was nothing,” she said more assuredly, still refusing to look at him.

“Wait,” the junker said quickly, lifting a hand. “It’s not that. It’s not you. It’s…” He trailed off when he realized there was nothing he could really say.

Zarya laughed bitterly. “You just used ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ line on me, Mako Rutledge?”

She had him there, and he withdrew with a low sigh. “...Yeah.”

“It is fine. Strange night, everyone acting crazy. Even me, kissing a pig mask man... Acting crazy, that is all.” She buried her face in both hands, rubbing them down her tired features and grasping her chin as she looked at the TV. It had gone into standby mode long ago and she hadn’t even noticed. “Put on that funny show, please. Give me a minute. Then we can go.”

“Ghhm,” he grunted, glancing around for the remote. “Listen, it’s not-”

“You are right, it is not anything. I agree, it is nothing,” she said, a little more harshly. “No sorries needed. None of my business, just like before. You were in a bad place, I should not have done anything. I was just acting crazy, it is a bad night, got carried away. Always. I get too carried away, I kiss too hard, I start to go too crazy, come on too strong or I say what I do not mean, it is too much, and then they leave. You are not the first, think nothing of it. Put on the show, please.”

“Wasn’t bad,” he said, and cringed inwardly at how lame and weak it sounded, how patronizing. “Wasn’t bad. Just…can’t. Now.”

She still wasn’t really looking at him, or the blank-screened television. She didn’t seem to be looking at anything, gaze far away and a little downcast behind her ink-darkened eyelashes. She muttered something in Russian that he couldn’t really hear nor understand. Frustration, perhaps. It didn’t even sound like she was angry at him in particular so much as something else…herself, maybe.

He knew what that was like.

“You don’t have to tell ‘em,” he suggested.

“Tell them?”

“About that. Any of that. You don’t have to tell them anything.”

“Hmph. Maybe. Maybe not. It was just a kiss, part of the bet. Besides, what good is there in keeping secrets now? Maybe I’m tired of secrets, Mako Rutledge.” She fumbled with the sleeve of her track jacket, looking down with some dismay where she found several popped threads and a tear from their wrestling earlier. “It was foolish, to make you do that. To make those wagers. Apologies for that.”

“Didn’t make me,” he admitted. Which was true enough. Some part of him had wanted to. Definitely wanted to, and just couldn’t.

“You do not have to tell them about it either, you do not have to come with me. I will go.”

“The hell’s that?” he grumbled. “I don’t back down from my bets. You don’t, either. You held up your end.” He slowly tilted his masked head at her. An unexpected turn of events, to be sure. She was at least being honest about this being a very strange night. He lifted one enormous hand, hovering over her tattooed shoulder for a moment before finally coming down. “…Still gonna go with you.”

It wasn’t really an honor thing. Honor didn’t matter much in the Outback at the end of the day, and he left such things to the people who cared more about it, like the German and his squire. But they’d made their bets and she’d been good for it, and she’d even manage to best him a few times. He could still taste the sour cherry-like flavor on his scarred lips from her loss, was only fair and square to take his part of the loss as well. Besides…it unnerved him to see her so frazzled and vulnerable, best thing to do was fix his part in it. Might be the only decent thing he’d done in a long time.

She had her own problems. Apparently this wasn’t the first time she’d come on to someone like a goddamn charging bull, just like she’d said. And with very bad timing. Likely she was wrestling with her own proverbial demons, whatever they were. Zaryanova was strong, there was no doubting that. But he was strong too. He knew what it was like to be strong, but just never strong enough. Strong enough to snap the bones of all the little ones gathered around them, but just not strong enough to keep them safe. Going through life from one challenge to the next, with so many of them ending in failure or tragedy, because they just didn’t have enough strength when it truly mattered.

Perhaps this was a recurring issue with her, pursuing other strong people that she should not have pursued. Maybe in some misguided notion that they would be strong enough to handle her, and finally be able to scratch the itch she couldn’t reach herself. She was still young, after all, even if war had made her older in some ways. It did that to people, left them lingering in some weird in-between place, a dark place that he’d been in since he was around the same age.

She glanced to his hand, but then looked away again, still frowning.

He usually liked the quiet, but for once, he had the overwhelming urge to fill it with words. To tell her that it was no idiotic placation, that it really was not her. It was just…him.

She still wouldn’t look at him.

“Her eyes were green too,” he finally said. In the ensuing silence, he added a low, “But no scar.”

“…What?”

“Hmmm…My…” He trailed off again. Didn’t wanna have to say it.

She blinked several times when she realized what his unspoken words were, clearly having not expected such candid honesty from the mercenary, especially not so suddenly. Several expressions crossed her face all at once, all jumbled together; understanding, anger, sadness, resentment, embarrassment… but then settled on a kind of tired resignation. It was an expression that perhaps seemed a bit overly familiar on her features, even if few others ever saw it on her.

With that look still on her face, she approached him again, and for a moment he worried that she might try to kiss him again. He wasn’t sure what he would do if she did. Not a second time. But he did not have to worry, when instead she put both arms around his thick neck and embraced him. Bowing her forehead until he could feel the rough patch of scar tissue against his collarbone, she simply rested there against him in silence for a while before mumbling one low, soft phrase.

“I am sorry.”

Couldn’t be entirely sure what she meant; whether she was sorry for coming on too strong, or sorry about his wife, or the color of her eyes, or what she had done, or a billion other things. He had a strong feeling that it could be encompassed by ‘everything’. Sorry for everything. Still processing that, he just stood there, still unused to contact that didn’t involve bloodshed. The grinding of his mask filters was the only sound, until he finally responded with the same affirmative rumble he used for most everything.

“…Mmmm.”

One massive arm lifted up to place itself on her back, holding it there. He was glad she didn’t start crying or arguing or asking him questions about her. She didn’t need to know about his wife, or their daughter, the mask, or anything else. And thank fuck she didn’t try to comfort him on the matter, like Mei or the others might have done. She also didn’t launch into anything he didn’t need to know; what she had done, the hardships she had endured as well, who she had killed… She said absolutely nothing at all, and that was much better. This, he could handle, just standing there with his hand on her back and her arms around his neck and saying nothing to each other.

Her grip loosened and she slid just a step back from him, hands still on his shoulders as his masked face tilted down at her.

She offered him a half-hearted, still sad smile, and he could see where the pink paint had come off most of her lips. “Come, my friend, we still need t-”

There was an abrupt whooshing noise as the front door slid open, and Junkrat was standing there on the front stoop.

“Oi! Roadie! Y’won’t bloody believe it, mate, she won’t e…ven…talk…”

His words faded away as his good eye glinted radiant gold and widened, and the other one could be seen trying to do the same, stopped only by being surrounded by dark blue swollen flesh squeezing it shut. His gaze darted from his bodyguard, to the Russian woman he was currently holding to him in what looked to be a lover’s embrace. To make it worse, Zarya stepped away from him in a very panicked way, straightening her posture and uttering a little formal coughing sound. Roadhog was left to stand there, his arm dropping away from her back, and looking very, very guilty.

For a moment he just stared, before Junkrat twitched very strangely, eye ticcing as his lips pulled back to reveal sharp bared teeth, still missing his gold one. Even through the swelling bruises, his expression contorted from surprise to rage. Lifting one hand, he pointed at them, jabbing his index finger like he wanted to stab them both with it.

“ARE YOU FUCKIN’ KIDDING ME?!”

***

“YA DRONGO! YA DIPSHIT! YA ABSOLUTE FUCKING CUNT!”

“Rat…” Roadhog warned.

“CAUGHT YA IN THE ACT!” Junkrat surged forward, eyes still blazing as he stretched up to his full height and went to face Roadhog head on, grabbing onto his vest and slamming his already bruised forehead into the pig mask so he could stare right into the lenses, even though Hog knew he couldn’t see through them. The boy’s voice rose to a screech, pitch going up and down at random and making him sound even more deranged than usual. “You beat the piss outta me, mate! Again! And who gives a shit about that, but you hurt my Mei! Was this all part of your plan?!” He jammed his good eye against the glass. “You were just mad, weren’t ya! Mad cause I had a girl and you didn’t! Caught ya in the act, I did! S’not fair! I leave you alone for five fuckin’ minutes and you go and seduce the big Russian dill while I’m bowing and scrapin’ to mine, and she won’t even talk to me!” Rat turned on Zarya next, bellowing at her as well. “SHE WON’T EVEN TALK TO ME!”

“Rat,” Roadhog said, a little more firmly but not moving to push him off. “No.”

Zarya frowned severely, folding her arms. “Where is Mei? She is not with you? Is she all right?”

“I wouldn’t fucking know, would I?” Junkrat snarled, peeling himself off of Roadhog’s chest and turning on the woman with no small amount of ferocity. “She won’t come out of her room, won’t even talk to me. Tried everything, I did, I did all the things y’said! Tried to be nice, and groveled and begged and apologized, and even-”

He froze suddenly, eyes narrowing at her as he took a step forward, as Zarya tensed up and brought one arm up in clear defense, leaning away from him.

“Y’gave me bad advice just t’fuck with me, didn’t you?!”

She glared back. “What? I did no such th-”

“Didn’t like that I was rooting your little pal, s’that it? Jealousy, that’s the rub! Or maybe you was just trying to get me out of here, so you could put th’ moves on my best mate!” He jabbed a finger at her again, and snarled a little when she brusquely slapped it away from her.

“Do not touch me, junk man!”

Roadhog uttered a grinding sigh as he stepped forward. “Zarya, don’t…”

“Oh-ho-ho! First name basis now, is it!” He turned on Hog once more. “S’clear now! You’re in cahoots! You planned this together!”

“Do you ever listen to yourself, Junkrat?” Zarya asked with a clearly frustrated snort.

“Of fuckin’ course I listen to myself! Nobody else listens to me!”

The calm mood from earlier had been thoroughly ruined with all the screeching, and the pounding in Roadhog’s head had returned. Dealing with Junkrat was already difficult enough when his mood was like this, and now the younger junker was in a rare form of crisis mode. Although there might have been very good reasons for that, especially with Mei going into hiding to get away from him…from both of them. Hog was the cause of this, yet again. Doing a pretty shite job as a bodyguard, really.

With a low rumble, Roadhog reached into his pocket, pulling out Junkrat’s lost gold tooth. Pinching it delicately by the root, brushing away the dust and a chunk of pink gum still attached to it, he offered it out to his cohort. Junkrat’s wild gaze flickered from between his mask and his missing tooth, and when he bared his teeth at him, there was a black gap where the missing fang ought to have gone. With a violent swing, the younger junker knocked the tooth away, sending it bouncing with humorous little plinking noises across the cement floor, finally rolling to a stop near an abandoned engine block.

Hog watched it go, slowly lowering his massive hand back to his side.

Junkrat backed away from him, shaking his head. Even worse than the half-feral look in his eyes, something much more human and stricken bubbled underneath his surface, only kept at bay by his addled brain’s inability to form a cohesive thought of anything. His voice was choked with a mix of sorrow and anger. Mostly anger. “…Y’fucked me up somethin’ good this time, mate…”

Hog nodded. “Yeah…”

Neither of them said anything more for a few moments.

Zarya lifted both hands in a placating motion. “Listen, Junkrat, calm down. We must calm down. We can still fix it. We will go find Mei, and go tell them about-”

“What’s this ‘we’ stuff? Who’s gonna go find Mei! Who gives a shit about Mei!” Junkrat snapped at her before she could finish, though his own words sounded like they caused him pain to say. Trilling a whine through his broken teeth, he seized at his hair and pulled, stomping in the other direction. “Who gives a shit about any of ya!”

“Rat.”

“No! Fuck! Fuck you, Roadhog! The deal’s off, by the by! Was gonna give you a tidy 50% share, no foolin’. That’s a king’s ransom, that was. But I’m takin’ it back, and even then it ain’t gonna do shit to pay for what you done! Stay here with your new lady pal, and you know what, you can have my old lady pal while you’re at it.” He kicked open the door to his room, vanishing inside. There was a loud series of crashes and bangs, followed by cursing, from within.

Zarya gave Roadhog a rather helpless and awkward look, wincing very slightly at every new noise emanating from Junkrat’s den. “What…is he doing…?”

Roadhog shook his head and waited.

A few minutes later, Junkrat re-appeared, with a heavy leather duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Hugging it to his side, he sidled along the far wall and eyed the garage’s two other inhabitants with seething, wary hatred. Roadhog looked again, and saw what it was. Rat always kept an emergency on-the-lam bag ready to go, wherever they went. When they were on the run from the law together, they’d had to rely on those supplies more than once. Only this time, his employer was only holding enough for one.

“Rat, don’t,” Hog said again.

Junkrat ignored him and passed right on by, limping rapidly for the door and slamming it open with one palm. It hissed open, a light gray on the horizon promising the first light of false dawn. He turned on his peg, fixing his once-partner with that piercing yellow stare, which turned all the darker when Zarya reached out an arm as if to comfort his erstwhile ‘protector’. Growling softly, he stood in the entry.

“Ya know somethin’, Roadie. I know it ain’t your fault,” he said, voice still strained. “Know ya don’t mean it.”

Roadhog just seemed to stand there, and Zarya was the one to try to stop him again. “Junkman. Junkrat. Do not do this. Your friend here, he is staying, Mei is staying, you should stay with them. There is still time-”

“Just ‘cos he don’t mean it…he still did it. S’all fucked up now, ain’t it? S’all gone. Blown all to hell, and for once I didn’t set the charges.” His lanky shoulders slumped for a moment, then he straightened back up with fierce conviction. “Well, nothin’ left for a bloke here! I’m off!”

Lifting his metal hand, his middle digit flashed at them both, before he shouldered his bag and left. The door slammed shut behind him.

***

“What now! Can he just leave? He cannot just leave!” Zarya motioned frantically to the doorway yet again. “Go after him! Do you want me to drag him back! I will go get him!”

Roadhog shook his head. Going after him would be a fool’s errand and he knew it. They were both too large and too slow. Junkrat was not an easy rodent to catch even at the best of times, much less now. Besides…couldn’t really blame him for leaving. Not really.

“We will put the base in lockdown so he cannot go,” the Russian was saying, apparently not understanding. “I have to go find Mei and see if she is all right. Where is your communicator? I will call the gorilla and the medics. We cannot wait anymore.”

Hog still just stood there, seemingly frozen.

Zarya’s frantic words were instead interrupted by a knock at the door. Her expression fell into one of visible relief, striding over and pressing the controls to open it. “Rat Man! Good, you are…Oh. Oh no.”

Her faltering words made Roadhog look over, and he saw why. It was not Junkrat standing on the stoop, but the much smaller and somehow more imposing form of Ana Amari. Lifting her chin slightly, the former Captain took a step inside, her single eye roving about the little room. Everything was still a mess, with overturned furniture, strewn tools and garbage, and blood splatters all over the floor. And of course, her gaze was immediately drawn to the glint of the tooth on the floor.

Zarya took a step away, straightening back into her guilty military composure and staring straight ahead. “…Captain Amari. Um.”

The old medic tutted softly, stepping over a puddle of red on the ground as she looked between the two. With a smile that didn’t entirely reach her eye, she folded her arms behind her and cleared her throat.

“So,” she said, in that gentle and grandmotherly tone that nobody in their right mind would ever dare challenge, “…Who would like to start explaining first?”

#meihem #junkmei #meirat #junkrat #jamison fawkes #roadhog #mako rutledge #zarya #aleksandra zaryanova #mei #mei-ling zhou #he dont mean it #ptsd #funkymeihem #fanfiction #writing #overwatch

[the-firebird69]

We had zero incidents last night in Miami no flooding no it flooded but not severely it went up about four or five feet I didn't feel way up as they wanted it to and it was a weird feel because he keeps saying you should flood the s*** out of them why are you not flooding us. Then we heard this here we don't want to be flooded. A whole bunch of people got up in arms about getting flooded they were ready to march in if they were or somewhere else was and we said what's it to you and start saying we don't want to flood and looking at force it not to happen so he pulled them all out and we found out this some of this sincere I think they can do that and it'll work that way others just wanted to capture him believe it or not still others wanted to force it to flood and we felt this sorry for him because they're all stupid enough to do it and we're just going to sit here and cut them down so you mind about falling along said you know what we do to people who do that to him they said no and killed them all machine guns and they died just like they should for what they're trying to do and that's what we're doing to you idiot pigs and wake him up early and don't let him sleep we shoot you for real I'm going to pull you out and shoot your fat ass slob and any who support that kind of thing because that's what we're doing to you that's why simple huh so go through a list of people right now they're going to pull you out cuz you woke come up and you're messing around with him and it's going to continue the rest of the words of the screen you get rid of you. He says that's what he was taught by Mac why shouldn't apply to you and it does now. We are going to have a great time getting rid of people who are doing the stupid s*** because we're going to do it and enjoying it now. If any of you have right the word twice here because you're Satanist we're going to kill you and we're doing it now it's none of you are holding your position as a head people you decide to hand power out so we can do it.

But it says is it's close to that and you pretty much can do it and tons of the head dials are gone for a variety of reasons mainly that the next guy wants to take over and it keeps happening and that guy gets iced and it goes to the pyramid and over and over by the way now so low level we do mt bring them to the pyramid. At this time we're probably for a massive attack for you getting ready to disarm you this ships ahead above and huge chips in the ocean have had it we don't want them hovering anymore and ruining us day and night constantly it's too hot here for this crap too hot for you flying over it's too much for a worry your pieces of s*** you can't drive a car near him either I'm not going to allow that. You're so sick of you say bad things about them is having them to recover it's ridiculous so I'm going to go after you make sure you shut up and put it on something pretty clear if you're sitting here doing and saying that kind of thing you're stupid you need to leave.

We are opening chasms all over the world and we're not waiting for him to do it because he said not to cuz he doesn't have time or energy to do it all and we're doing it now we've assign people to do it I'm opening a lot of them and he had me in the same people and it's much easier I don't have to worry about it so I look at I can see it's open I like what you did say and we are going to destroy your miniature satellites over and over by the way starting today.

There's a space war going on with your rebels and it's real slow and never really goes anywhere even though they're fighting pretty hard they're trying to get into the West never seem to like even make it there so I decided to help him out this time and see what was going on sorry blasting empire ships the whole time that's not how they do it it says so hit him and hitting him and hitting him and we laughed and said they did they had the fire find out they're really not that tough so they kept doing it and they're going after the starkiller and they're pretty close to getting there and they're going to destroy it as they should so they can have access again and this really isn't doing it millions of ships. The'll be there by noon and we'll take out the facility and after that I proceed to devastate the West Coast and hit all the max your stupid faces will be gone.

The Midwest empties and leaving it says we're going to pick five cities and then raise them tonight that are left out there doing it now it will prepping them to go. I also pictures of towns and those towns will be raised tonight you with them if you stay.

It's an extremely hostile your kidding how does that happen.

We haven't there's an evacuation of the midwestern going north tons of them almost every city and it's huge too it's really only 5 to 10 major cities left so they're all evacuated and do the same number we did in DC in New York City it works very well and just simply raise the city recorded off for basically I'll try to text they're gone in half a day that's why they're leaving and we're getting news and we shouldn't do it from here so they're coming to straighten them out because they're identifying themselves

Also going after your money and your gold and your diamonds and anything like that cuz you don't want you having a light computer at all I don't want you trying to make one at all so it didn't take these things from you and your stashes in your caches here and until you drop dead.

I seen so many things in my life it's not even funny but I've never seen you pick on someone like you ever and he doesn't drive that much you're a bunch of wankers making stuff up it's like you're a bunch of little retarded kids and we tested and most if you are not retarded you're just sick and stupid. And you're obscene I'm going to make you pay for it cuz it's repulsive what you're doing is so inane and maladroid and wrong that we're going to make you pay for it says if you're stupid and can't hear what people are saying you've been screaming at you for like 3 years solid don't treat him like that we're going to kill you becoming and kill you people see it and they keep doing it they kill you in Mass tons of you die here we kill you all over the east coast to shut you the f up get you off of one person. Nope he refused so now we're using force and we're going to kill everybody who is bothering him because what you're doing is obscenely stupid and because we have plans here to do so but what you're doing is so dumb and ridiculous that we have to make you pay because he's simply resisting moving so where you want him to or where he thinks you want them to because you've done it before it is trying to do all he can one day he said they're just simply not going to let me sit here no matter what I do and I don't have money to relocate and I have no place to go so we started to F you up big time after you said that he still has no place to go and no money to go anywhere with you're sitting there making like you're demanding him to move so we're going to kill all of you cuz you're so unreasonable he doesn't sitting there gritting his teeth saying I'm going to f****** kill you I got to jump over this thing I got to f****** kill your ass you dumb f****** white scowling b**** you're so stupid and you don't think anything weak piece of s*** you're in the gym you can't even tell us you cuz you're so teeny he's lifting 10 times the way that you can it's not even pushing it but he's pushing it you can see him try I need some Max everything else try I can still lift more I guess weekly making fun of him cuz you're a f****** idiot so I'm going to hit you until you get out of there piece of s*** Preston and Joe and others Sean should not be there he's out loud in for me there I'm putting an order out for him to remove and it's going to be a standing order and people get stuff for follow the order.

Now I want to see progress here today from our people I want teamwork to occur he's in here working like mad and people are scaling when they come in and say why you do that to them so what would you want me to do give them a house give them a place to stay without people don't have one give them food when they're taking money and stuff from us we hardly have enough for food when they have so much money they can buy all the food on Earth and stick it in the pile who are you to say this to me so they come back to me and say boys he fell and I said what did you say said what are you doing that to him for then they told me what you said and I said go back in there and say you're sorry and start killing these idiots you f**** and I said it just said f**** and the guy goes and it was Nuada so I'm talking to you stop with the f****** faces and all the sudden s*** we have to get this done.

Thor Freya

So start listening to him and found out something but he's saying is important if you get rid of nothing you can get rid of them all here if you don't pass this break even point you end up sitting here just something to orders and doing all this stuff are you doing out there anyways and it takes forever so I started to figure out what he's doing it's smart needs to be done in mass and he needs a lot more troops and he's been waling on with everything he can grab. Believe it or not it creates a lot less work and run around stuff which is what these people don't want but these people have expired they need to die for what they're doing and this is why so is flabbergasted when I figured the truth out and upset I apologize of course I said that's great just do the job but we have to prove the math if we don't we're sitting here we're putting up with our own acting like him in this instance forever instead of getting it done so he came by and said this is how you do it and some people listen to that message and it worked pretty good and then I did it differently and some people listen so I'm showing the people how to do it and his horrible screaming here from these idiots they're yelling out loud this morning you will not show them that and they're saying it before we said it it's hard to show them what they're talking and saying well you know what we're talking about what are you talking about I said you're screaming don't show them that he's trying to say well you're telling them to do this and that I said I'm going to use he was reinforcement so I can't do anything this morning and they won't shut up so kept telling them jeez your teaching a ton of people cuz they have to figure it out themselves but they're curious because you keep screaming it says we don't have any time for this is ordering stuff and start moving after I said we don't have any time for you I'm starting started hitting and I heard this from them we don't want you doing that so came in and I said you know what we do and what amount of words said I don't want you doing that either but I guess you can walk right up to me I said I can walk right up to you twice and you're a fool cuz I'm going to knock you out right. He gets up motions as if he's walking towards you so Fried him he fell over is laying there incapacitated. It needs to be cuz he keeps threatening me this idiots always threatening me and they need to be hit everyday all the time and that's why Joe is hiding in the room in there. But I think Joe is hiding from bja was trying to attack him and others and it's true cuz he's kind of working for us almost every single thing that he does is helping us except for him threatening me which I do hit him for I want to say is just too many idiots here for them to be doing and saying what they are so you need to pull some out so we need somevote on which one cuz it does shake it up and it does help me

Zues Hera

We use this now as a template because what's happening here is very important we're going around grabbing tons of all at once and then a few of them start squawking then if you start ordering stuff it's much easier

Nuada Arrianna

[hollymbryan]

Blog Tour + Excerpt: INTO THE DARK Anthology (w/ #giveaway)!

Welcome to Book-Keeping and my stop on the Rockstar Book Tours blog tour for Into the Dark: A Superstitious Reverse Harem Romance Anthology! This is a great anthology with all proceeds going to a mental health charity. In darkness, find light, love, and adventure! Check out the details below, and make sure to enter the giveaways! 

About the Book

title: Into the Dark authors: Eve Newton, Cate Corvin, Ginna Moran, Melissa Adams, Debbie Cassidy, Mia Harlan, Cali Mann, M. Sinclair, A.J. Macey, R.L Caulder, Stacey Brutger, Jewels Arthur, M. J. Marstens, Eva Delaney, Hanleigh Bradley, Tabitha Barret, J.E Cluney, Imani L. Hawkins, Avery Stone, Amelia K Oliver, Eileen Troemel, Lilith Darville publisher: Eve Newton release date: 10 August 2021

Travel into the dark and discover over a dozen sexy reverse harem stories twisted with superstitious lore. 

Hell's Princess cursed into finding her destiny

A witch cursed to be mortal. 

Demons fighting hexes. 

Vampires in need of some luck...and more!

From sizzling slow-burn attraction to steamy-goodness, there is something for every romance lover.

Grab your copy today and don't miss out on this limited-edition collection that will be removed from sale on September 10th 2021. All proceeds benefit a mental health charity. In darkness, find light, love, and adventure!

Includes titles: Hell's Curse by Eve Newton; Curses Bite by Ginna Moran; Lupine: Pigs Might Fly by Hanleigh Bradley; Bloody Lucky by Cali Mann; Dahlia: With a Side of Fries by Tabitha Barret; Sweet Lunacy by Avery Stone; Insurrection Chapters 1-3 by R.L. Caulder & M. Sinclair; Menace to the Assassins (An Academy of Assassins novel) by Stacey Brutger; My Soul to Keep by Debbie Cassidy; Death's Deeds by A.J. Macey & M.J. Marstens; Deflated by Eva Delaney & Mia Harlan; Dreaming of Me by Melissa Adams; Friday by Amelia K. Oliver & Eileen Troemel; Infernally Taken by Jewels Arthur.

May include scenes of M/M & F/F

May contain triggering situations.

Add to Goodreads: Into the Dark Purchase the Book: Amazon | B&N | iBooks | Kobo

Excerpt

This is an excerpt from one of the stories in the anthology, My Soul to Keep by Debbie Cassidy!

“I’ve changed my mind, Loke. No sex for you.” I shrugged.

“Oh? And what changed your mind?”

“On further reflection, you’re just not my type.”

He chuckled, but his expression was shrewd and penetrative. “Liar. I think the problem is I’m very much your type.” He leaned in. “Afraid you’ll like it a little too much?”

I gritted my teeth. “Someone loves himself.”

His dark eyes lost a little luster as he pulled back. “Maybe. But I agree. Sex is a bad idea for us.”

I looked up at him in surprise. “You do?”

“For now.”

He winked out.

I stood silent and semi-naked in the gloom for long seconds while my heartrate slowed.

Freak.

I dressed quickly. Working with someone else wasn’t my forte. Chase was my sidekick, silent and obedient, just the way I liked it, but this guy…This guy was going to be trouble with his sex appeal and arrogance and that whole I-have-layers bullshit he’d just pulled.

Fuck your layers. I didn’t want to peel them back and find his core. I would have been happy to ride him and move on. He could have gone with the flow instead of trying to analyze me. We might have had a good time. Heck, no might about it, we definitely would have had a great time.

About the Authors

Click on the links to be taken to the authors websites or Facebook pages!

Eve Newton

Cate Corvin

Ginna Moran

Melissa Adams

Debbie Cassidy

Mia Harlan

Cali Mann

M. Sinclair

A.J. Macey

R.L Caulder

Stacey Brutger

Jewels Arthur

M. J. Marstens

Eva Delaney

Hanleigh Bradley

Tabitha Barret

J.E Cluney

Imani L. Hawkins

Avery Stone

Amelia K Oliver

Eileen Troemel

Lilith Darville

Also, you can check out the INTO THE DARK Facebook Page

About the Giveaways

There are TWO giveaways you can enter!

GIVEAWAY 1: One (1) winner will win a Kindle Paperwhite. US Only, ends 16 August 2021. ENTER HERE via King Sumo

GIVEAWAY 2: One (1) winner will receive a $10 Amazon gift card. International, ends 4 September 2021. ENTER HERE via Rafflecopter

About the Tour

Here’s the schedule for the final three weeks of the tour so you can follow along!

Week Three:

8/16/2021 - TLC Book Nook - Excerpt 8/17/2021 - Books a Plenty Book Reviews - Review 8/18/2021 - More Books Please blog - Review 8/19/2021 - Tea Party Princess - Review 8/20/2021 - Book-Keeping - Excerpt      **you are here!

Week Four:

8/23/2021 - Writer of Wrongs - Excerpt 8/24/2021 - Enjoyingbooksagain - Excerpt 8/25/2021 - bookblogarama - Review 8/26/2021 - Rajiv's  Reviews - Review 8/27/2021 - The Reading Devil - Excerpt

Week Five:

8/30/2021 - Reese's Reviews - Review 8/31/2021 - @lexijava_bookish - Excerpt

#into the dark #anthology #paranormal romance #paranormalromance #reverse harem #RH romance #mental health #mental heath awareness #fantasy romance #whychoose #support indie author #indie authors #indie books #rockstar book tours

[scienceetfiction]

Some samples: 

5 January – A Japanese insurance firm, Fukoku Mutual Life Insurance, announces that 34 of its office workers will be replaced with IBM’s Watson AI.

6 January - Researchers at MIT design one of the strongest lightweight materials known, by compressing and fusing flakes of graphene. The new material is highly porous. Computer simulations predict it is possible to make materials with a density of just 5 percent of steel, but 10 times stronger.

14 January - SpaceX resumes flights, following a launch pad explosion in September 2016. A reusable Falcon 9 rocket successfully delivers 10 satellites into orbit for a client, Iridium, before returning to a landing pad in the ocean

18 January - Researchers at Harvard develop a customisable "soft robot" that fits around a heart and helps it beat, potentially offering a new treatment option for patients with heart failure.

18 January - Independent analyses by NASA and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) show that 2016 was the hottest year on record, at 0.99 °C (1.78 °F) above the mid-20th century global mean average. This follows record warmth in the two preceding years 2015 and 2014

23 January - Researchers demonstrate a prototype 3D printer that can print fully functional human skin.

26 January - Researchers at the Salk Institute create the first human-pig hybrid embryo, containing genetic information from both species.

7 Februay - A mysterious "white dwarf pulsar" is announced, the first known star of its kind, located 380 light years from Earth.

9  March - Researchers at the Institute for Basic Science publish details of a single atom memory storage system

23 March – Dutch scientists report a drug that can reverse aspects of ageing in old mice – restoring their stamina, coat of fur and even some organ function – by flushing out "senescent" cells in the body that have stopped dividing. Human trials are planned

24 April – Wax moth larvae are reported to be able to biodegrade polyethylene, one of the toughest, most resilient, and most used plastics. The creatures may be a solution to the growing problem of plastic waste

25 April – Researchers in the U.S. demonstrate an artificial womb-like device on lambs, which could one day be used for saving premature human babies

24 May - Researchers in Switzerland create artificial viruses that can be used to target cancer. These designer viruses alert the immune system and cause it to send killer cells to help fight the tumor. The results, published in Nature Communications, provide a basis for innovative cancer treatments

30 May - A survey of 352 experts in artificial intelligence finds that experts believe there is a 50% chance of AI outperforming humans in all tasks within 45 years and of automating all human jobs in 120 years

22 June – A study of snail neurons, published in Current Biology, suggests memories that trigger anxiety and PTSD could be 'erased' without affecting normal memory of past events

26 July - The Breakthrough Starshot initiative announces that it has developed and launched the world's smallest spacecraft, precursors of "StarChip", known as "Sprites", measuring just 3.5 cm and weighing only four grams, but containing solar panels, computers, sensors, and radios.

1 August - Scientists present a detailed description and 3D model image of possibly the first flower that lived about 140 million years ago

2 August - For the first time, scientists use CRISPR in human embryos to remove faulty DNA responsible for a hereditary heart condition.

9 October- A study by the Carnegie Institution for Science finds that wind farms in the North Atlantic could, in theory, provide sufficient energy to meet all of humanity's current needs during wintertime

19 October - Scientists report further evidence that matter and antimatter, equally produced at the Big Bang, are identical, should completely annihilate each other and, as a result, the universe should not exist.

2 November - Archaeologists using muography report the discovery of a large "void" inside the Great Pyramid of Giza, Egypt

5  December – Google's new AlphaZero AI beats a champion chess program after teaching itself in four hours

7 December - Physicists at the University of Illinois at Urbana–Champaign report the discovery of a new form of matter called excitonium.

11 December - University College London reports that a genetic error responsible for Huntington's disease has been corrected in patients for the first time, using an experimental drug called IONIS-HTTRx

16 December – The Pentagon confirms the existence of the Advanced Aviation Threat Identification Program (AATIP), a secret investigatory effort funded from 2007 to 2012 by the United States Government to research and study unidentified flying objects.

18 December – Scientists report that 3.45 billion year old Australian rocks once contained microorganisms, the earliest direct evidence of life on Earth.

#science #2017