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palestaticexchange · 10 days

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JUST THE TWO OF US

"Ey, C!" You shout over the fence where your new friend looks at you. She's all suspicious and shit. "Got you something!" Like a big man, you toss the chocolate bar and watch as she snatches it from the air. Primo-style.

"The fuck is this?!" C sneers, eyes glinting with danger. "You got me chocolate? The fuck are you?! Some kind of fägäri?!"

Your hackles raise. A shiver roots you into frozen mud at the unexpected aggression. Yeah, she's aggressive. Maybe the Cuno *should* have expected this. But you were being *nice* for fucks sake! You bought the scrawny little bitch some fucking chocolate! Money's *hard graft* in Martinaise! You're a MANS man: you know this shit... So you stole the 70 Centims from your deadbeat dad while he was comatose, then popped down the Frittte for some choccy.

In the eyes of this lass that's a weak manoeuvre. Time to embellish this shit: Cuno-style. "I fuckin' *stole* that from Frittte for you. Don't be ungrateful to the Cunn!"

Cunoesse cocks her head, bored. "*You* stole from Frittte?" Shit. She doesn't fucking believe you. A mocking whine creeps into her tone. "Cuno snuck past the fatass *kyrpänaama* stood outside? Fuckin' gun and all?"

Sweat prickles against the flannel of your top. No. Not sweat. It's just the lightning. This aint *shit* for the Cuno. You puff out your chest. "Maybe I did!"

C rolls her eyes then hops back. She's gone from sight but you hear her behind the fence all the same. "Fuck off did you."

"I fucking did!"

"No, Cuno," Bored again. "You didn't." The crinkle of tinfoil being unwrapped.

You growl and run at the fence. A tuffet of frozen crab grass bares your weight *just* long enough for you to vault up and grab the top. The wood wobbles and bangs in protest as you haul yourself onto your forearms, hanging half over it.

Beneath, the girl sits in a squat ripping strips of tinfoil from rich, brown chocolate.

"The fuck's your problem?! Try to do something nice for you and you fucking spit in Cuno's face?!" You puff out your chest again, but all that happens is a pressure against your ribs where you dangle. "Fuck you, C."

Her head snaps upwards, pippo catching against the wood. As her hat's dragged off it reveals lank hair. Her eyes are refined fire. "I didn't fucking *ASK YOU* to do that, did I?!" Her lip quivers when she snarls. She is a frenzied dog. "You fucking stupid vittupää bitch! Get out of my *fucking* face!"

You reel backwards, teetering on the fence edge as she lashes upwards. You thought she'd strike you but she throws something: a crushed ball of tinfoil which bounces, painlessly, off your face. Fucking pathetic is what it is.

"What is it you want Cuno? Want a big fucking scene?! Want me to *thank* you?!" She scrambles up and away from the fence, shoving half the bar in her mouth as she turns to face you. "Am I shupposed to-" She swallows roughly, brown-stained spit dribbling down her chin. "-Fucking *suck you off* or some shit?! Roll onto my back and let your limp little-" She coughs, pounding a fist into her chest.

"I didn't say that shit either!" You try to yell but it comes out more a wheeze. *Your* chest is hurting from the fence. "What is it then?! Is the Cuno a fag or does he wanna fuck you? Can't be both, C!"

Her face screws up as if she doesn't understand the question. She licks at her chops. "*How* the *fuck* am I supposed to know?!" She drags the back of her hand across her chin, regarding the sweet sludge before she licks that up too. "My bets on *yes* but that's *your* shit to sort out." Her eyes flick from her sticky hand to you. "And it's boring."

Whatever happened, whatever *barrier* you crossed; her rage is ebbing. You still don't fucking get it. She's just another silly bitch you guess.

"You better not be thinking nasty shit about me Cuno," C growls out a warning. "You've got that stupid fucking face on you get when you're thinking *stupid* fucking shit."

You startle, but play it off as teetering backwards. No sooner is that pressure lifted from your ribs than your FALNs make contact with the crushed crab grass. "Whatever, C." You shove your hands in the pockets of your windbreaker and turn. You don't need her. You'll be *forlorn* and shit. *Moody* like one of those cop-turned-killer types. You'll find a rooftop to stand on and stare into the distance all dramatic and shit.

Behind you the fence bangs as she scales it. There's a wooden wobble, and then a *weird* sound. Crunch. Oh shit. Is she-

As you turn you see her on *your* side of the fence. "The fuck you doing in Cuno's Kingdom?!" Your vitriol comes from a place of fear. She's never done this before.

You yelp as you scramble away, hands flying out your jacket as you make a dash for your hideout. You can hear her chasing but it doesn't matter. You've got your FALNs on. Primo-shit. High concept sportswear. Make a man a god. Three sizes too big. Make a man slip on his *fucking ass* as the whole *faggy* shoe slips around your fucking-

No. NO it's NOT fear! Cuno's not scared of anything, you're gonna-

Oh *SHIT* she's fucking *RUNNING* at you.

It's fear.

You're stunned as your back meets black ice. The white sky glaring bright above you and making your eyeballs throb. Your ankle hurts.

Quick pads slow into a leisurely walk, then she's stood above you. She smacks her lips licking chocolate from the inside of her cheeks. Cunoesse looks *beyond* bored.

Your ankle hurts.

"Real fuckin' cool Cuno. You pull these moves on the security fag outside Frittte?" She has chocolate all over the hand holding the bar. "He probably fucking *gave* this to you. Probably felt sorry for you." She takes a smaller bite this time.

"I told you, I-" You bite your bottom lip. She's being a *real* fucking piece of work today. "I fucking mugged him, yeah?! I'm a hard man! Hard man, Cuno! That's what they call me!"

The girl grins. Unlike normal it doesn't feel like she's on *your* side.

"Who calls you that? 'Cos it *aint* fucking me!" She cackles, spit-slicked globs of chocolate visible on the roof of her mouth from where you lie on the floor. "*Hard man Cuno* robbed the Frittte!" She mocks. "Took the fatass's gun and *SHOT* him with it!"

You snarl. You'll show her. You hop to your feet and- *FUCK* your ankle hurts! You yelp as you fall on your ass.

This only makes C laugh harder. "Holy shit! Are you for real!?" She walks around the length of you, eyes raking your prone form in glee. "How the *FUCK* you gonna claim shit like that if you can't even-"

You won't. You won't. No fucking way. You don't *DO* that pussy shit. It doesn't fucking help anyway. You fucking *WON'T*.

"Are you gonna cry?"

You won't.

A crow caws from the dead tree at the end of the yard. In the distance you hear the MCs making their way to and from the harbour. "Are you gonna cry, Cuno?" Oddly, her bark has lost its bite.

You stare at your feet still resting on the frozen slush. Your right shoe is still on but you've always lead with your left. The trainer's twisted sideways, your toes still clothed but heel exposed and flush to the ice. 'A strong left foot! My boy will be an athlete for sure!' And that's *worse* than being hit. A sudden burst of memory from the time *before* he got shit. Before *she* had to go and die like a stupid whore.

You start to cry.

"For fucks saaaake," C groans, arms dropping to her sides and cursing the clouds.

You don't give a shit. You'll fucking cry all day if you want: this is Cuno's fucking kingdom. Cuno can cry in Cuno's kingdom if he needs to. You cross your arms tightly over your chest and hiccup, still scowling at your feet.

C squints at you. For a minute she just watches you cry, then she drops into a squat next to you. "Eat this, runkkari." She holds the slobbery end of her chocolate bar against your face.

You scowl at her instead of your shoes.

"Huh? What? You want a fucking silver platter or some shit?!" She turns to spit quickly behind her. "Sorry, faggot, fresh out," she says sarcastically. When you neither move nor respond she wiggles the chocolate bar in your face. "My *patience* is running thin, Cuno..." She doesn't threaten you, but the threat *is* there. It's always fucking there.

Good. Maybe this time she'll actually fucking-

"Ugh!" She groans suddenly, dropping the hand that was in your face. "Fine. FINE! I'm fucking *SORRY* okay?!"

What?

"I'm *sorry* I didn't thank you for the chocolate, and I'm *sorry* for saying you wanna fuck me and shit when you're *probably* a faggot, and I'm *sorry* you fell on your skinny fucking faggot ass." She sniffs, then wraps the remainder of the sticky chocolate in ripped, crumpled foil. "So take the fucking sweets, paskapää." When it's wrapped, she leans in and tucks the sticky mess in the pocket of your windbreaker.

What?

"What?" She grumbles.

You blink. The chocolate's burning a hole in your pocket.

"You better not want anything else from me." She narrows her eyes. "I'll go. I'll leave forever."

She won't. You know this now: it's you and her. Cuno and Cunoesse. You're the same; that's why you named her. You smile.

"The fuck you smiling for, freak?! You bust your fucking brain when you fall?!" She cocks her head back and forth, assessing her Cuno for damages.

"Thanks, C." You say, pulling the chocolate from your pocket.

"Thanks..." She spits. "Don't *thank* me, you braindead fuck."

When you pop a cube in your mouth it's as sweet as it is slimy from her spit. Your smile widens.

"I fucking mean it, Cuno! I'm only keeping you around for alibi's sakes, you hear?!"

The crow caws again. There's a bang in the distance as something's unloaded from a crane. The backdoor to the Whirling opens with a creak and the blonde bitch gets one look at the two of you before she turns on her heel and takes the binbag *back* inside.

"I said do you *hear* me Cuno!"

You place your free hand on C's shoulder-

"Hey!"

And use her to pull yourself up, pushing your trainer back on.

"Touch me again and I'll cut your *FUCKING* dick off."

But she won't is the thing. She's fucking crazy, a killer for sure, but she's not *ever* gonna do that shit to *you*. You're *HER* Cuno, and as much as she's a crazy bitch: she's *yours* too.

Cuno and C.

Cunoesse and the big man.

This world is shit, but together the pair of you are gonna fucking make it.

#I *LOVE* these children. In ALL of these I've added a readmore after the first three paragraphs and it still didn't hide the first slur #on A03 I've tagged the work as having 'cuno-typical slurs' lol #anyway we are back and in full swing baybee~ have some traumatised kid bonding #pale static lore #cuno de ruyter #cunoesse #disco elysium

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rockingrobin69 · 8 months

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Feathery

The roof still needed fixing: from where he was lying, three visible holes showed goldeny patches of the sky. Harry, who was meant to be studying right now, or at least taking notes, was too busy looking up. Waiting for—not waiting. Thinking that maybe he’d come.

The first time was a surprise. Harry was used to talking to the walls, to the holes in the roof: was used to lying on a bale of hay and wishing and wishing to be anywhere else, anyone else. Never expected to get an answer—wasn’t expecting the Dursley’s God to have this high-pitched, childish voice, or for him to use such colourful swearwords. Then found out it wasn’t God, but something… better.

He said he wasn’t a monster. Said a lot of other things too, about magic schools and enchanted flames and flying brooms and exploding cards. He said that the Dursleys were the real monsters, said he would get rid of them, no matter what. Sat on a wooden beam and preened, beautiful white feathers twirling in the air.

(Harry kept two of them under the loose floorboard, even after the Dursleys left. A reminder and also, something he wanted to keep just for himself).

“You’re not hard at work, Harry Potter,” said the voice he wasn’t waiting for. “I thought you were serious about the exams?”

Harry jumped and banged his head on the vaulted ceiling. “What? I am. I was studying, you big flying git.”

The Big Flying Git Harry sometimes called Draco raised a sharp eyebrow. “Hmm,” was all he said.

“I am! I’ll be ready for my test. If you don’t quit bugging me, that is.”

“Well. I could leave, if I’m disturbing your precious study time.”

“No!” before he could stop himself, rolling his eyes at the obvious amusement on that pale face. “I mean, whatever. I don’t care.”

Draco hopped down from the beam. “And what are you supposed to be studying now? Herbology? Ooh, how perfectly boring. I don’t know why you insist on sitting those, Harry Potter. You’re a fine wizard already, even if you hadn’t taken your first-year finals.”

Harry, who could conjure his own blue flames now, and who even managed to levitate a rock for nearly a minute, fought a grin. “I need to take them if I want to go to Hogwarts next year.”

“But Hogwarts is so boring,” Draco whined. “There are no magical Beings like me there unless they’re in a cage. I never would’ve found you if you were at Hogwarts!”

Anger bubbled inside, scorching hot. “That’s why I have to go, Draco. Because we have to change it!”

“Change it! What, are you going to march into Headmaster Dumbledore’s office, demand that he altered school policies and, what, threaten him with your tiny little flame until he succumbs?”

“Yes!” said Harry, who didn’t think his flame was that tiny. “That’s exactly what I’ll do. And then we’ll both go to second year together, and you’ll have to take those boring tests too, and you’ll be very annoying about it and I’d probably,” stopped there, winded and flushed.

“You’re a fool,” Draco said, but his eyes were big. Harry dared himself to come a step closer, then another.

“I never thought you’d get rid of the Dursleys,” he whispered. Didn’t know why he was whispering. Continued, “Then you did. We haveto go to Hogwarts together, because I won’t go without you.”

“Why not?”

He was serious. Harry couldn’t believe he was serious. “Because you’re my friend,” he shouted, and swallowed the, my very first one.

“I’m not…” Draco closed his eyes. “Where I come from—you wouldn’t understand. I didn’t meanto help you when I heard you cry that first time. I was just bored and angry at my father, and I flew too far from home, and I got tired. I only meant to hide in here. If you hadn’t done that magic—”

“You don’t know. What would’ve happened.”

“I’m not nice,” Draco sighed. “I’m not a good—friend.”

“Well, I am,” Harry decided on the spot. “So, there’s that. You can be my weird little feathery pal. And we’ll be friends for always, because now the Dursleys are gone, and I can even invite you to the house if you wanted to come.” Gasping: “Wait, I forgot! That’s what I wanted to tell you. That you can come to the house now.”

“Weird little feathery pal,” Draco mouthed. “Weird little featherypal.”

“And we could have, tea? Together, if you come. And a biscuit. I have all kinds of biscuits now.”

“Little,” Draco was still saying.

“So, what do you think? About coming to the house. Because it’s going to rain and I want to show you my new bedroom.”

“You got a new bedroom!” Draco grinned, distracted for now. “You have the whole house to yourself. That’s quite grand.”

“Nah,” Harry smiled, “I won’t keep it. After this summer, everything’s going to change.”

Draco inhaled a little funny. “Everything,” he said. “Everything is going to change.”

He sounded miserable, so Harry took his hand. “Yeah, but we’ll be together. And I’m a very good friend.”

“We’ll see, Harry Potter,” Draco said grimly. “Now, what about that biscuit? It’s a long flight from Wiltshire, you know.”

“Follow me,” pulling him along, Harry directed them out of the barn. The roof needed fixing: a few holes couldn’t hurt. Harry sort of liked looking up at the sky now. Waiting—not waiting—for his weird feathery pal. For his friend.

(Flufftober day 9. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #920 words #whimsical au as promised #flufftober2023 #the prompt was 'X at first sight'#and i thought: we all know how that went. that first sight. but what IF #cue: baby veela draco #not chosen-one harry potter #who had no one to fight for him #and was found by this ferrety little bird entirely by accident #rockingrobin69

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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all i want for christmas

steve got you what he hopes is the best christmas gift of all time, but he's nervous and afraid of being soft and vulnerable in front of everyone and what if you hate it, but you don't and it's perfect | ( 1.5k, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

A L L I W A N T F O R C H R I S T M A S 🎶 christmas wrapping, the waitresses & 🎶 merry christmas darling, the carpenters

“C’mon, Henderson. You’re crinkling the paper! Christ, lemme do it,” Steve elbowed his way between Dustin and the present he was trying to wrap, shaking his head. “Have you ever wrapped a present before?” Steve gave him a look and Dustin scoffed.

“I’ll have you know I wrap presents every year with my mother and she tells me they’re perfect. Hm? Perfect. Thank you very much,” the younger boy frowned and shoved the box and tape at Steve. “But please, by all means, go right ahead.”

Robin snickered on the other side of the counter and Steve fixed her with a look. “You don’t have any room to talk,” he snipped, refolding the edge Dustin had just done to retape it.

“Is poor little Stevie nervous?”

Dustin snickered.

“You know I hate that,” Steve grumbled, keeping his focus on the task at hand.

“Sure do, and that’s why I love it,” Robin teased, grinning as she stood from her chair and came around to ruffle Dustin’s hair. “Look, Henderson and I got here way earlier than everyone else, to help I might add, and all we’re doing is sitting here watching you anxiety spiral. C’mon, Steve. They’re gonna be here soon.” She folded her arms over her chest and Dustin copied her, both of them staring a hole into Steve as he smoothed the last piece of tape over the wrapping.

Letting out an exasperated sigh he ran his hands through his hair for the fiftieth time that night, making him look more like Doc Brown than Steve “the hair” Harrington, “I know, I know, Jesus. Just gimme a minute, I’m thinking.”

It was the first time you’d all finally had time to actually do Christmas together and he’d offered his house for the party. Which, it did have plenty of space for everyone, and the tree in the living room looked incredible with the vaulted ceilings and glittering lights, but he was beginning to regret it. What if you hated his gift? What if he completely fucked it up? And in front of literally everyone no less.

“Harrington, get out of your head. Let us help,” Robin repeated, grabbing him by the shoulders as she leaned down to catch his eyes, “C’mon.”

“Yeah, she’s gonna totally freak out. It’s perfect, dunno why you’re so stressed out, buddy,” Dustin chimed in, taking the finished gift from the counter and nudging Steve’s arm with it. “I’ll go get it under the tree.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Steve sighed again and plopped down in the chair at the counter, drumming his fingers nervously on the marble top.

“Steve. Seriously. It’s sweet, she’s gonna love it,” Robin’s voice was softer and warmer after Dustin left the room. Covering his nervous fingers with her hand she gave it a gentle squeeze.

He grumbled at her, but Steve felt himself relax a little at Robin’s reassurance. Glancing up to meet her gaze, usual confidence shaky, his eyes were all big and full of worry, “You really think so?”

Giving him a big smile she shook her head, “Yes dingus, I know so. Now c’mon. We gotta get our shit together. You haven’t even put snacks out yet.”

“Shit. Okay, yeah c’mon,” and he hopped up from the chair feeling a little more confident, starting to bark orders at Robin and Dustin as soon as the younger boy came back from the living room.

Everyone else showed up almost exactly at the same time, the sound of Eddie’s van enough to tip anyone off, and when Steve opened the door it was like he’d broken a sound barrier.

“Harrington! Damn, nice digs, can I park my van here permanently?”

“Is your pool heated?? Just kidding! But seriously, is there a hot tub?”

“Here, Will made me bring– I mean, thanks for hosting, Steve. Merry Christmas.”

“If I don’t get new trucks for my board I swear to god…”

“Yeah, great, so glad you’re all here,” Steve’s face was a half grimace half smile as they all shoved past him into the house, descending on the snacks, hot cocoa, and peppermint schnapps. Nancy and Jonathan were the last to come in and when she saw the state he was in she gave him a small smile.

”They all love you, you know that, right?” she teased as Jonathan went into the kitchen with the others. Pulling Steve into a hug she grinned and gave his shoulder a small shove, “Your house is gonna totally be wrecked.”

“Amazing, incredible, just what I wanted to hear, Nance,” he groaned, but returned the hug anyway.

Holding him out at arm’s length she glanced over her shoulder, “She’s parking, but El hung back to distract her if you need a minute?”

Steve’s brow knitted together as he considered it. Did he need a minute? Your gift was already wrapped and tucked under the tree, just waiting for you to arrive, there was nothing else to be done but have you open it. “Uhh…” he hummed, still in his head about it, “N-no. No that’s alright. I’m ready.”

“Listen, Jonathan said the quality is great, and honestly that doesn’t even matter. If it were me opening it, I’d be a mess,” her tone was soft and kind and when she finally moved past him into the house Steve took in a deep breath and steadied himself.

It was fine. It was great. Everything was going to be totally amazing.

“Lucas! Seriously? Oh my god…seriously?” Max flung her hands around Lucas’ neck as everyone’s jaws dropped. This was the most animated, most emotional anyone had ever seen her as she ripped open a set of neon orange skateboard trucks and hot pink Slammer wheels. She was nearly in tears, but when she realized everyone was looking at her she sucked in a breath and shook her head, “Thanks, stalker.”

“Shit, Sinclair. Nice,” Steve muttered under his breath, ribbing the younger boy with a big grin. Lucas couldn’t wipe the smile off his face and he muttered something about it not being a big deal, but it totally was.

Then, one by one, everyone else went. Mike got Will a new art portfolio and a set of pastels, Jonathan opened a new Canon EOS-1 from Nancy, and Robin, El and Dustin went in together to get Eddie a new Warlock guitar – the other one got completely wrecked in the Upside Down – and he totally cried.

But then it was your turn and Steve’s leg was bouncing up and down and jittering the whole couch, and as Lucas passed it over to you, you felt your heart racing in your chest. “That one’s from Steve,” Dustin said, a huge shit-eating grin on his face, and everyone snickered.

“Shut up, Henderson,” Steve kicked at his foot.

“Thanks, Dustin,” you gave him a smile, but your eyes said quit it and he winked.

All eyes were on you. A flush rose in your cheeks as you slowly opened one side and then the other, but then tore the paper down the middle and Max snickered. I knew she’d rip it, she said to Lucas and you couldn’t help your smile.

The paper fell away and you were left holding a small, square, black book. Your brow furrowed in thought and you turned it over, eyes flicking up to glance at Steve who looked like he was about to pass out. “Open it,” Robin said for him.

Slowly you flipped open the cover and what you saw inside brought immediate tears to your eyes. Fitted in little corner frames were polaroids. Of you. You and Steve. You and the boys. You and Nance and Robin. You floating in the quarry over the summer. Steve drinking a beer by the pool. Eddie and Robin dumping snow on Dustin. Mike and Will asleep on the couch. Max trying to teach Lucas to skate.

Biting in your lower lip you tried to find your voice. “Steve,” came out wobbly, your throat tight as a few tears slipped down your cheek, but the smile on your face told him you were far from sad.

“Told you,” Dustin shoved Steve so hard he almost fell off the arm of the couch and everyone burst into laughter as Nancy quickly enlisted a few people to help make another round of hot cocoa and Robin rounded the rest up by asking all the questions about their new gifts.

You were still sitting on the couch looking through the pictures when you felt the cushion next to you sink, but you knew who it was. “Good? You like it?” his voice was smaller than usual, tentative, but you could hear a tiny smile in there somewhere and you shook your head.

“Are you kidding? This is the best present anyone’s given me…ever,” your voice was still wobbly as you closed the album, setting it carefully next to you before turning fully to face Steve, “I love it.”

He looked at you then like your words were the best present anyone had ever given him and the grin on his face was warm and bright and full like summer and you couldn’t help but grin back. “Yes,” he said, as if he’d just sunk a three-pointer, but then he took your face in his hands, smile softer, eyes all warm honey and caramel in the Christmas lights. “God I love you. Merry Christmas, baby,” and then he kissed you.

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ideasvoid · 2 years

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Hiii I hope you still take requests :) if so can I request survivor reader who's from ormond and knows legion and jeffg but ends up having a thing with a different killer? (Preferably deathslinger or ghostface- which is only half licensed so im not sure if you do write for him)

Thank you <33

Hello my lovely <3 I can most certainly try. I apologize if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, you didn’t specify too much on a scenario but that’s ok :) I will always hop at the chance to write my boy Caleb, he needs more love.

I hope you enjoy!

Ghostface - Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen

Sparks burst forward from the rust machine and you quickly raise your hands to shield your face. To say the trial wasn’t going well would be an understatement, currently David was being pulled up by that thing, Claudette was next to you, and the last you had seen Jeff was Two generators ago. Something was off, very wrong yet no matter how you strained your mind you couldn’t put your finger on it.

The machine erupted again, pulling you back to reality. Whatever that was anymore. Claudette stared horrified at the generator, her hands shook horribly and you could see the tears begin to well up behind her cracked glasses. You open your mouth to speak but the sound on a twig snapping cut you off, your throat going dry in seconds as your heart rate spiked. The snap was intentional, it always was.

Click, flash.

The two of you hopped to your feet, splitting off in different directions into the snow. The familiar cold stung your face and hands, fingers somewhere between a stinging pain and numbness that you hoped wasn’t the beginning of frostbite. Crunching of snow faded into the dull thumps and creaks of the wooden floor as you ran through the halls of the decrepit lodge of Ormond. You had spent so much time here before, now those memories felt like another life.

Clinging to the stair railing, you stopped. Straining to hear any footsteps. Was he gone? Certainly he wouldn’t have given up so easily,

Click, flash.

You bolted up the remaining stairs. You knew Ormond like the back of your hand, just up these stairs and around the corner and could jump out that window in the large room – a sudden tug at the back of your shirt halted your moment, said window mere feet away. The sharp edge of a knife came to gently glide along your throat, teasing, for now.

A long whistle came from the man behind you, his arm wrapping itself tightly around your waist, keeping you close to his chest. “So this is your old stomping ground eh?” He chuckled to himself at his clever little joke. “Bit of a dump now, though” his release of you caused you to stumble forward slightly, quickly whipping around to face him “Aw come on now, don’t give me that look” he twirled the blade in his hand as he looked over you, you could practically feel the smile he had on his face under that mask. “Can’t help it, you just look so cute all wide eyed, view up the stairs ain’t too bad either” he dodged you as you swatted at him, laughing as he pulled out his camera.

Click, flash.

“Now now, so violent. And they say I’m bad.” That smile surely got wider “I just wanted to get a nice picture of my favourite lil survivor before you go scurrying’ back that fire of yours. To which-“ Danny held up a finger, waiting a few seconds before a familiar boom resonated through the resort, a boom you could feel in your bones. He pointed to the window you had tried to escape from, slowly pocketing his camera and gripping his knife “I’ll give you a head start, better start runnin baby”

You didn’t need to be told twice as to darted for the window, vaulting it and leaving your kinda boyfriend not far behind. He’d see you later, coaxing you away from the safety of the campfire and into the fog, and you’d be waiting.

The Deathslinger - Caleb Quinn

The cold stung Caleb’s face before he had opened his eyes, winter air dry in his lungs. He had always disliked trials on Ormond, while it lended to numbing the ache in his leg and jaw, the freeze against his skin and snow always slowed his step and threw off his aim. Still, he had a job to do, conditions be damned.

The resort, despite his misgivings, was an interesting place; with tall towers that held strange metal chairs high above the ground and odd flat boards with holsters on them. You had explained the gist of skiing and the resorts old purpose to him, but you’d have to forgive him for not entirely understanding, he’s an old man from an even older time where such things didn’t exist. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the enjoyment from strapping sticks to your feet and skidding down a hill at several miles per hour and slamming directly into a tree in some cases.

A scream sounded throughout the grounds, Dwight thrashed as he was reeled in, hitting the ground with a hard thud as Celeb slashed him across the chest with his bayonet. One, two, three… someone was unaccounted for. He hefted Dwight onto his shoulder, hissing through his teeth as an elbow connected harshly with the back of his neck as he struggled. Caleb lifted the poor man onto the hook, your overlord quick to claim her latest meal.

He only offered the corpse a glance before starting towards the lodge. He had an idea where you’d be, a routine of sorts. The wooden floor groaned in protest as he stepped over debris and broken furniture, the hallway opening up into a large main room, fire crackling in its hearth and sat in front of it was you. Knees pulled to your chest as you stared off into the flames, it looked like you were somewhere else, somewhere he imagined familiar and warm. He approached you quietly, death to Bayshore lowered and at ease.

“You alright there darlin?” His question was quiet, a rare air of gentleness in his voice as he looked you over. When you gave no answer he gave a sigh, looking around before pulling one of the scattered blankets with the least amount of holes from an old chair and draping the raged cloth over your shoulders. Caleb lowered himself down next to you, letting out a groan that reminded you of one a typical dad might make.

An arm wrapped around your shoulders, gently pulling you into his side. “What’s the matter darlin?” You stared into the fire still, the echos of laughter and smiles of better times swirling in your mind.

You’d never see that again, you’d never see your loved ones again. They would never know what happened to you or where you went, you would forever remain a cold case and left in this hell to be murdered over and over and over and over again. You had Jeff, which was a godsend in this hell but even still he was also in the fog with you and the legion… they weren’t the same. No one was coming to save you, no one was coming to save any of you.

“I just…” your words were choked, your throat tightening as tears burned your eyes “I miss home so much… I-“ you tried to continue, but the words wouldn’t come. Caleb pulled you closer wordlessly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You clung to him like he might be ripped away from you too, sobs muffled by his duster.

“I know darlin, I know.”

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #slasher fic #the deathslinger x reader #caleb quinn x reader #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen x reader #I hope I did Danny justice I’m not very familiar with him #oops i made it sad #Caleb my beloved #love that crusty dusty man #wren writes

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scopop08 · 1 year

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Started vault hunters, and I was inspired by @theminecraftbee to write out some vault logs to keep me playing! (Because I am so lost. I have no idea what to do in the slightest) (if you don't want to be tagged just let me know!)

Buckle in for the back half of completely unexplained oc/persona lore. I'm writing it as if it's an audio log so I'm going to try and style it like auto-generated captions!

The littlest bit of context: This Scopop (5C0) is a robot built to imitate the actual Scopop, who died a couple hundred years prior to this audio log. Due to an accident, 5C0 recently reactivated and found himself server hopping with increasingly large gaps in his memory and a sense of dread about his identity he can't seem to shake

SERVER LOG - ENTRY 0001

MODEL 5C0 - REBOOT INITIATED

MODEM CONNECTION SEARCH INITIATED:

| MODEM IS DISCONNECTED. PREPARING TO PROCESS MULTIPLE RESTART ATTEMPTS |

MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM CONNECTION FOUND. PREPARING TO CONNECT.

deBug.Log("Connection Found! Preparing To Enter Server!");

CONNECTED - PRIMARY MOBILITY=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - SECONDARY MOBILITY=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - OPTICAL UNITS => BEGIN ACTIVATION - INTERNAL TEMPERATURE SELF REGULATION=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - PROCESSING AND MEMORY STORAGE => BEGIN ACTIVATION

CODE REALIGNMENT COMPLETED, ALL ACTIVATION SEQUENCES PROCESSED

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SERVER LOG - ENTRY 0002

0002

00:00 ●──────────────── 4:34

⇆ ◁ㅤㅤ❚❚ㅤㅤ▷

( THE FOLLOWING IS TRANSCRIBED FROM AUDIO RECORDING "0002" WITHIN THE PLAYER-SERVER-LOG SYSTEM )

Okay... Uh, do I know how... Yeah... (Shuffling) And there we go! We are recording! Here I am, your wonderful host, and this... Is the server!

Oh.

We aren't recording video. Awesome. Okay. Uh. Remember to edit this part out later. Actually I'm just going to... Yeah I'm gonna stop it and try again. Give me a sec.

...

We're back up! Okay, log entry número uno. Okay. Uh... Sorry, I'm trying to think of what I want to, I don't know, log.

Oh! It seems like before I got access- well, technically- the server was just recording my activation sequences. That was actually número uno. I'll try and wipe it later since there's about a billion pages of shit. You know, new server, code realignment and all that. First time doing it as- first time in a while I've server hopped, but feelings still the same I think. Nothing like the warm welcome of passing out and falling flat on your face at spawn. And, uh, speaking of the server, I have approximately zero idea where I am! That's a good thing to note. Absolutely no clue. Nothing except the book at spawn tells me where I got dumped, and even that's just a server name. 'Vault Hunters'. Or a pack name? It doesn't seem like a server, really. I think I'm completely alone.

Lots of new stuff here. Biomes, animals... Ores mostly. Almost made me have another system shutdown because I couldn't turn it back to manual when it was freaking out. Got pockets full of it now, and a nice little house going. Nothing with the mods. I don't know if I could deal with any of that stuff. (laughter) ... (Sigh) The only thing I'm missing is a roof, because I can't find enough copper. Admin knows you need help when you're getting drenched and the thing you're desperately wishing for is copper.

...This, uh, server seems to have completely rewired- Changed my code from the last one, though, so I do have to find things to eat. Er- yeah. Not so bad, I've already started up a wheat farm, and there's tons of sheep around here. Something about that last bit feels weird, but everything feels weird and if I knew why I would've already fixed it. Not like I know much of anything at this point.

(Sharp exhale) Okay, uh, no more melodramatics. I'm already talking to myself in an empty house, let's not make it any worse. I'm... gonna start digging though my chests. Get a basic inventory of everything I've got, and type it under this if I think anything seems important. Also a goal- Try and download some info about this server so I'm not completely in the dark. Before that, though, I have to fix my interface from when that creeper blew right the fuck up in my face. Respawn didn't want to fix that one. I guess because it's more of a mechanical or aesthetic problem than a functional one. But it still sucks. I had to loot my own corpse, by the way. Which was awesome. Glad this server lets you see your own dead body on the ground and makes you pick up your stuff from it. Not existential crisis inducing at all. But yeah- back on track.

Here's my list of goals. Uno, sort my stuff, find what I think is important. Dos, read the book I got at spawn over a couple more times. Doesn't help because it's more like a glossary than anything but maybe it'll finally get through my thick skull. (Metallic clang) (sharp inhale). Right. Uh. Tres, fix my interface and download the crafting recipes at least. Give me some idea of what's happening here.

(Shuffling) (Chair briefly drawing across the floor)

Alright. Goodnight Chicago, thank you for tuning in to the podcast. I'll catch you next episode. And next episode is when anything important happens or I figure something out. And Chicago is me in the future listening to this. Hi me. Anyway. Ending it now. Goodb-

( END OF TRANSCRIPT )

USER INPUT:

List of important things: dimensional crystal (o smth close to that i forgot), 2 dias. Nothing else seems important. Check back later. i keep finding vases in the caves n they might have smth cool

( PLAYER-SERVER-LOG 0002 END )

I'll get into actual vault hunters stuff in the next one, I just wanted to have fun with this one, setting it up and seeing how I would want to write it!

#honestly this is just for me to get back into writing stuff in an easy way and fun style #i know its long- i promise no one who sees this is required to read it #also sorry if the writing style is really weird #im trying to make it seem more like a transcribed audio log than a journal #it might work and it might not ill change it later if I dont like it #sco drabble

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mrfluke · 1 month

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Abe's intro to fallout 4

Know how Nate has a intro explaining shit at the start of fallout 4? I've kinda made 2 versions of that for Abe, so wanted to post it here:

Version 1: War. War never changes. Fuck, everytime I hear that, makes me annoyed, but it's true. I've been around for roughly a decade now, from D.C, Reno, Pitsburg and the Mojave. And everytime, I see the same. Let's face it, the world is fucked. Got fucked Two hundred and tenish years ago, and not alot of aftercare for it. And in that mess, you got people picking up the pieces to either remake the world in their 'better' image or burn the ash. Suppose it was the same back prewar too. Bunch of fucks hopped up on power and dreams, either to be on top, knock the pillars down, or just to make the sun a little brighter when it rose. I've seen it, been in it. I don't know how much of my story is true, but I've had a hand in a few shindigs as of late. When I was 19, I left my vault, then went on a crusade to find my dad. Ended up destorying the enclave and cleaning the water of the Capital. Yes, I am that 'crazy kid from Vault 101.' Man I miss Three Dog. After that, I don't remember why I left D.C. Wanted to explore? Or grew disallusioned with it all? I'm fuzzy on the details, I can't lie. What years of drug abuse and psychosis does to you. And, well, getting shot in the head. And your brain partially cut out. Then getting fully scooped out. Shit, I'm rambling. Point is, I've been around, and I'm, what, 29 now? I know this is meant to be a vacation, and I know it's likely paranoia. But I wouldn't be surprised if I end up in another pile of shit. Cause War… War never changes.

Version 2: War. War never changes. It doesn't matter what man thinks of war, though. It was here, waiting for us. The ultimate trade waiting for it's best producer, buyer and pimp. I'm sure you're well aware of how in 2077, the world got engulfed in fire and ash, and how in the years after everything started to rebuild. And I'm sure you know how there were wars during that too. The vault dweller? A one man war against the master. That tribal from back then? A war against the enclave. And then, there was me. Wanderer, Courier, Survivor. I've had a few titles with my legends. Back in '77, I left the vault to search for my dad, and I found him… lost him again. Killed the enclave after that, and doubt much was left in the ash. After that, I traveled. Pitsburgh, Point Lookout. Even went to space bielieve it or not. Then Reno, the Divide, Utah and the Mojave. Ended up getting my brains blown out there. And while I don't remember exactly what I did, I think it turned out ok. Anyway, I was rambling. Point is, I've been around, and while my name ain't in the history books most people have heard of me. D.C, the Mojave and everything next to them have tried to kill me, yet I'm still standing. But you're probably wondering, why am I heading to the commonwealth? Well to tell you the truth, I'm taking a vacation. I've got a very special intrests with vaults, and what they were doing. And I met this fella called Zimmer talking about some sort of 'institute' there. Seemed like good enough reasons for me to check them out, and hopefully have a nice, peaceful retirment. But knowing my luck, and knowing how fate seems to push me into things being the second coming of christ… War never changes.

#fallout oc #fallout #fallout 4 #abe watters #brain be boggling rn fr

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stitchthesewords · 2 years

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hand-holding 12 for Rift <3 👀👀 You know I'm a sucker for some possessive mfs

Also maybe... hugs 16 your choice <3

I am also a sucker for some possessive mfs and lightly angst human contact. You've fed me

If any wants to send in their own, Prompt List Here.

Prompt – Handholding 12: Possessive Handholding

Getting separate by Ren’s court was not the best thing they’d ever done; Scar would admit it. There were no weapons in sight, and they were in the middle of town, however, so he was willing to let it slide this once. Grian was on the other side of the road, staring up at Cleo on their horse and Mumbo was only a foot away from Scar, so it wasn’t like they were completely separated, either. Still – not exactly ideal.

“Good evening, Scar!” Martyn said. He hopped off his horse, another barrier between the two of them and Grian, and made his way into Scar’s personal bubble. The man had gusto; Scar would give him that.

The elf leaned back slightly, looking at Martyn down his nose. “Evening,” he said.

“And what are you fine gentlemen doing out at this time of night!” Martyn said. His gaze travelled to the shop they’d caught Grian slipping out of, and Scar’s gaze followed. Well, Grian’s distraction had worked! That was good. Scar’s face broke out into a grin.

“Ah, well, you know. Out for a walk,” he said. A walk that happened to be near Hermit Town’s bank, of course. The diamonds from their little exchange sat quite nicely in his money bag.

“A walk! Yes, oh, of course. The Vampire, I always forget,” Martyn replied. His gaze went to Mumbo, who was looking at the entire court with disdain. “I’d hate for a pretty face to burn up in the sunlight.”

That caught Mumbo’s attention, but he clearly didn’t properly hear what Martyn had said, because he looked to Scar, confused. Scar’s shoulders raised slightly, and he took a step to be right next to Mumbo and took his hand. “Yes! Would be a shame if he were to get a sunburn, you know,” he said. The smile was still on his face, but his slightly sharpened teeth glinted in the moonlight. Mumbo didn’t have it in him to ask what was going on because he was too busy staring at where Scar’s fingers entwined with his claws.

“A sunburn? Scar it’s nighttime – and I put on sunblock before we left-“ Mumbo said, sounding deeply confused.

Scar squeezed his hand a little tighter but didn’t actually explain what was going on. “Well – you know, we really should get going! It is late after all-“ he said, tugging Mumbo along with him. The taller man stumbled and followed, his confused expression going from the back of Scar’s head to Martyn’s face to Grian working on untangling himself from Cleo’s cornering.

Martyn’s eyes narrowed but he looked over to Cleo and with a frustrated sigh, said, “Have a good night then, Scar.”

Prompt – Hugs 16: ‘Not Wanting To Let Go’ Hugs

Grian scrambled to hold onto the back of Mumbo’s dress shirt, feeling his talons rip the cloth under his hand but not really caring. His wings flapping wildly behind him and Mumbo sputtered, saying something to Grian that wasn’t really processing in his bird brain.

The air smelled awful. Burnt and metallic. Grian was pretty sure this is what blood on fire would smell like. The charred remains of a project Mumbo had been working on sat in the yard on the vault, its smoke trailing up into the sky. Grian’s breathing was heavy but still quick as he practically climbed Mumbo, both of them covered in ash and dirt and soot from the explosion.

Mumbo’s claws hands found their way onto Grian’s back and neck, scratching lightly, and eventually the gears in Grian’s brain started turning enough to hear Mumbo saying ‘We’re okay’ over and over, softly. Grian took in a deeper breath and he scrambled again, just slightly, as he felt Mumbo moving.

“’m just sitting on the ground,” he muttered. Sure enough, Grian felt Mumbo sit and adjust how Grian had positioned himself so that it was more comfortable for both of them.

Grian clutched the fabric in his hands a little tighter, hear it rip, before letting go and going to pull away.

“No – no,” Mumbo said, his own grip on Grian tightening. His arm brushed Grian’s wing. “Just – just. Let’s just stay here for a moment.”

Grian couldn’t – wouldn’t – argue with that.

#Redscape #Grumbo #Mumscarian #Hermitshipping #Nothing is super overt but I did write both of these with it being post-getting together in mind so jic #Atherix #Asks #Friends #Rift AU #Mumscarian Rift AU #Stitch's Writing

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airadam · 8 months

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Episode 172 : Yield To None

"Do you wanna be dope, or do you wanna deal it?"

- Common

All Hip-Hop at a nice steady pace - but a varied platter of vibes - for this episode, as I celebrate my birth month!

Great personal news : I'm very proud to be included in the new "Hidden Histories : Black in Manchester" resource by Parise Carmichael-Murphy - have a read!

Twitter : @airadam13

Twitch : @airadam13

Playlist/Notes

Meyhem Lauren & DJ Muggs : GT3

From the car-themed "Members Only" 2019 collaboration between Meyhem and Cypress Hill DJ/producer DJ Muggs, this track integrates the sound of some very angry engines as an additional instrument/element of what is otherwise an extremely sparse bit of production - drums and bass only. Meyhem is laid-back and comfortable at this pace, crafting a track that even those of us without a Porsche on the driveway can appreciate - well, as long as our speakers or headphones deliver the goods!

[RZA] Raekwon : Can It All Be So Simple (Remix Instrumental)

You might detect a little sonic garbling where I was using Serato's "stems" feature to try and remove the vocal samples in the hook, but other than that here's the glorious sound of a hard-to-come-by RZA instrumental of a track from the monumental "Only Built 4 Cuban Linx..." LP. Rae, Ghost, and RZA took their track from the Wu-Tang debut LP which was already a classic and subtly made it a little darker, a touch rougher and a little less nostalgic. A masterful remix and rewrite.

Roc Marciano : Ridin' Around

A very different kind of rider music to the opening track, but still with an ominous bassline which helps carry the vintage crime vibes perfectly. This is a deep cut from Roc Marciano's seminal solo debut "Marcberg" album, with his gangster wordplay on full display atop a track with more drum action than on much of his later work.

Showbiz & AG : Trapped

This is one of those records which, despite being by a highly respected group, has likely slipped under your radar. The DITC production legend Showbiz is here under his original name (you can find much of his other work credited as simply "Show") alongside his day one MC AG on this late-night creep number from the 2012 "Mugshot Music" album.

Planet Asia ft. Prodigy : Stick & Move

If you love your dark, underground NYC Hip-Hop, you might have heard this sample used elsewhere, but for the current episode this is the slow, menacing, bi-coastal track that gets the nod. Fresno and Queensbridge in combination as Planet Asia and Prodigy (RIP) go back and forth over an Evidence beat on this 2005 release. Not even a hint of going for the pop audience here, just gutter from start to end. Got to respect it.

Mud Family : Itchy Town

I've been holding onto this one for absolutely years! I first heard this on a "Radio Zero" show courtesy of Dave The Ruf, and it's a dark, brooding piece of UK boom-bap from this highly-regarded north London crew. Centred around the MCs Chester P, Skinnyman, and Mongo, they released their core work in the late 90s and early 00s, with this absolute beast being on their very first wax release, 1997s "The Mud Files, Vol. 1". Production on the EP as a whole is credited to Deckwrecka, Firebomb Fritz, and Mad Money Wah - not sure who did what on this cut, but I applaud them for cooking up a track that still bangs after over twenty-five years!

DJ Premier : Dee Ell P

It's been over a decade since DJ Premier gave us a "Beats That Collected Dust" collection, but there's a good reason for that...as he correctly points out, the beats that end up included have to be given time to collect that dust! With that said, the third edition is out now, and is a good digital pickup while the (likely pricey) vinyl works it's way through distribution to the shops. As for the title of this selection from the new release, I haven't deciphered it yet. "The LP"? Was it a track meant for Large Professor, perhaps? Probably overthinking it - just enjoy the master of the MPC 60 going back into his vaults.

Mabanua ft. Kev Brown : Holdin' It Down

I had completely missed this but was introduced to it by none other than Kev Brown himself when he played it on one of his "Beats 'n' Stuff" shows on Twitch! While he drops plenty of unreleased material, he'll throw in overlooked gems from his discography like this one, a collaboration with Japanese beatmaker Mabanua. Given that Kev is on the mic all the way through, I can only assume that Mabanua did the production here - even though it has that Kev Brown feel in spades!

De La Soul ft. Common : The Bizness

An old classic from some of the greats. If you don't already have De La Soul's "Stakes Is High" album, you can now easily buy digitally or stream it, so get on that! This track has, apart from one regrettable homophobic reference from Common which the label partly censored, bars upon bars of heat on a self-produced track that you can't help but nod your head to. I can also think of at least three Hip-Hop tracks that sampled/scratched lines from this one, which is a sure sign of a piece of work that has your peers paying attention!

Blu & Exile : Berries and Juices

You can't help but bop to this, Exile's beat has an undeniable bounce and while Blu does say "beat so sweet that I ain't even gotta do s--t", he unquestionably lifts it to that next level with a couple of chilled verses. Bonus points for the "Coming To America" reference 🙂 Take heed to the title of the album this is drawn from - "Give Me My Flowers While I Can Still Smell Them" - and apply that sentiment to not only this duo but all the artists you enjoy!

pH7 ft. Access Immortal and DJ Roger Rekless : New York

A long-lost track that only resurfaced for me during the Great Digitisation of 2020-2023! A trans-Atlantic collaboration with German artists pH7 (Cologne) and DJ Roger Rekless (Munich) coming together with Bed-Stuy MC Access Immortal for a jazzy number with solid boom-bap underpinnings, tight cuts, and an overall clean and refreshing sound. You can find this on the somewhat obscure "Blazing Heat" EP,

Ilajide : Ayerloom

Taking it back (ok, not that far back) to 2015 for a beat from "Latex", the first solo LP by one of my favourites, Ilajide of Clear Soul Forces. That drum beat could have come from an 80s Hip-Hop classic, as could the rest of the sounds on the track - and yet, as a whole it doesn't seem of that era. This Detroit beatsmith isn't afraid to go after a certain sonic hardness that other producers might shy away from in the modern era, and it's that banging aggression that helps set him apart.

Kuartz : Glitch In The Ghost

Local beat legend Kuartz released his new LP "Hybrid Dialects" this month, and it's a collection of bassy, techy, angular production that is well worth spending your hard-earned cash on! This was the first track I heard from it, which he debuted earlier in the year at Manchester's WORKINONIT beatmakers event - it was so raw that I had to ask him for an advance copy 😁 I've played it on Twitch a couple of times but now here it is as a taster for the album.

Grand Agent ft. Liv L'Raynge : Ooh-La-Lah

I hadn't heard this for absolutely ages until pulling it out earlier this month, which is a sign that no-one I've been listening to has been playing it either! Grand Agent collaborated with Oxnard production wizard Oh No on the "Under The Circumstances" LP which this track is drawn from, and the album has the husky-voiced MC Liv L'Raynge as the featured guest - with this track being her standout performance. She burns it down on the opening verse over Oh No's heavy beat, and really steals the whole show to be honest!

Coyote ft. Shaquille O'Neal : 3 Lokos

I first heard an excerpt of this on Instagram - not sure it was on Shaq's page, but either way it sent me to go ahead and find the full version of this new single! Coyote is the pairing of Ladies Love Guapo and Ricky Blanco, neither of whom I know already but they both spit rugged on this track, which they produced alongside Brian Lee and on which they were specifically going for a hardcore 90s feel. I know, I know...you want to know about Shaq. Well...he kills his verse. The doctorate-holding four-time NBA champion has been recording since 1993's guest appearance on "What's Up Doc?" by the Fu-Schnickens and his "Shaq Diesel" LP, and despite a long break he comes out spitting with that hunger!

K-Otix : World Renown

Classic underground Hip-Hop right here from 2000, and now available along with the rest of the "Universal" LP on Bandcamp, so no reason not to put some dough in the artists' pockets! You might hear this record and think NYC, but nope - this is a Houston record! It might have been releaed on Bronx Science record, but the skills are all Texas-raised. The incredibly memorable beat comes from the man known as The ARE, who has also done some amazing work outside the crew, and Damien and Micah take the vocal reins. Big record.

DJ Spinna : Surely (Instrumental)

As we move with the wind-down, here's a beautiful track from the studio of DJ Spinna, taken from the instrumental release of his solo debut on BBE, "Here To There". With Ovasoul7's vocals gone, the guitar of the late UK jazz guitar legend Ronny Jordan and the programming work of DJ Spinna get to take centre stage, giving the track a different dimension.

Method Man ft. Ghostface Killah : Afterparty

An appropriate record to end the show with! A dope sing-songy exchange between Meth and Ghost starts the track off, and the melodic approach pops up throughout the track in between straight up bars over a smooth beat from a producer credited simply as "Q", but better known to most as Qur'an from Da Youngstas (sorry, can't bring myself to put the incorrect apostrophe in!) Still my favourite track on "Tical 0 : The Prequel", just as it was on first listen.

Please remember to support the artists you like! The purpose of putting the podcast out and providing the full tracklist is to try and give some light, so do use the songs on each episode as a starting point to search out more material. If you have Spotify in your country it's a great way to explore, but otherwise there's always Youtube and the like. Seeing your favourite artists live is the best way to put money in their pockets, and buy the vinyl/CDs/downloads of the stuff you like the most!

Check out this episode!

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pumpkinwastaken · 2 years

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Okay so, heres an in depth ramble/review of sonic frontiers! Big spoilers ahead!

Tldr: buy the game its good!

Okay now that i know eyes here are okay with spoilers imma start my revieeeeeeewww! :D

This game sure was something! But i love love loved it! I really liked how it played and the performance was great with only a few hickups in the open world but i could count that on my hand in the 14 hours ive played so far! For the difficulty, i didnt realize till later that you can hold down rb and lb to parry instead of timing it perfectly so me playing on easy was like, this game difficult aaaa! But once i figured out i could hold the buttons the challenge was more moderate for me!

I really enjoyed fishing! The last zone got a bit difficult for me so i used fishing to get the items i needed to progress! Fishing tokens which you need some of per fishing attempt are rare at the start but once you start doing the slot machine minigame that pops up every so often youll get crazy amounts of tokens fast! Also oh my gosh the little kocos are adorable!!! I will protect them with my LIFE! For me the open world was the most fun thing to do, the little stages you have to do to get vault keys are fine but for me getting enough keys could get a bit frustrating in some spots, music in those stages are great though! And also if a stage is too hard just do some fishing for vault keys theres no punishment! But yeah music in those stages are defo worth the few attemps! Music in the overworld also was very nice and relaxing as was fishing lo fi hip hop beats to fish to tm. Boss music tho? Screamer metal just took my by suprise and im so here for it?!?! Its great!

Okay now though i rlly want to gush about the story for a bit. So this is the super duper spoiler part!

So i wont recap the game but i do want to just say some things about it. Like pls give tails and eggman a hug? Especially the ending eggman was just so sad! Dude lost his daughter ; ~ ; and that actually made me tear up like oh my gosh i know eggy is the bad guy in sonic games but dude was rlly nice in this game to listen to. I rlly enjoyed listening to him in every cutscene. Finding out sage is like a daughter to him was super sweet to see. And tails tho? I cried when he was doing his story arc and went like. Sonic the events with infinite rlly fucked me up bro and sonic is like. U okay lill bro, want to talk about it? Pls give tails a hug! I also teared up at the start with amy when we did the koco sidequest and they just died??? And amy is like woah they died?!?! So yeah as you can see im a very easy to make cry person and this story just hit me hard at some spots! Thanks flynn! (Luv ur works im srs!)

Also the idw comics canon now in mainline games??? I heard sonic talk about tangle and it fricking took me off guard! Lets go tangle!

Also most fun thing for me to do in the game was revealing the map by doing all those little minigames!

Now i think ive said what i wanted to say, if ur reading this thanks for reading the full ramble thing i love you! Buy the game its great!! Im not going to say its perfect i still think mania for example is my fav sonic game still but this is by far my favorite game ive played this year!

#text #sonic frontiers spoilers #sonic frontiers #sonic spoilers

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certifiedplayerhater · 4 months

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5/52: IceDancer by bladee

this is purely to satiate a friend of mine who really likes bladee and speaks very highly of their music so i had to see what was the deal.

i think i needed to get out of the initial shock of the sound of the music. i think i compulsively wanted to compare it to something familiar (immediately my impression was that it felt like an unconventional take on hyper pop mixed with trap) but i needed to think of it as its own thing, because that’s what it is. and when i recognize the individuality of it i start to appreciate it more.

this album was fun first, technical second. the nice part about knowing nothing about bladee going into this was that i didn’t have a frame of reference, so i can only assume that the rest of his music follows this bizarrely ostentatious production and musical style. nothing here was particularly innovative, but it was a very unapologetic take on this variation of hip hop. like he knows exactly who he is and why he’s making the music, and this level of assuredness is so refreshing.

I didn’t really care for individual songs as much as I did the record as a whole, partly because the motifs are strong enough that the tracks flow really well into each other and partly because i wasn’t able to latch onto details like i have with some other albums. the songs that deviated from the established motifs stuck out the most to me, like cartier’god icedancer, which might also just be because of the feature. but also a track like joint feature, which felt like a boy band instrumental turned bladee was also very refreshing among the expected production.

overall very outside of my realm of music but very welcome! i’ve dipped my toe into other bladee albums and i think there’s potential for some hidden gems, maybe down the line I’ll check out another one.

I’ve been gathering recommendations so I’ve got a fun little selection, although next week I might go into my own vault and find something.

#bladee #icedancer #album review #album review challenge

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exoticraven · 1 year

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I thought of this while playing Dead by Daylight

{here is how I thought it would go if John Seed from Farcry 5 would interact as a survivor}

-Match loads up and now it is time to play-

John: *does not know what the hell to do and does not know how he got here.*

Me and My God sister: *already running to the generator next to him to start fixing it*

John:*confusition*

Me: I wonder who the killer is?

My Godsister: Dude why aint you working on the gen with us?

John: uh

Me: awe maybe he is a baby survivor *Fucks the gen up* SHit!!

Godsister: Damn it, Raven. *still working on the gen to get it done*

Me: SOrry! Dude help us with the gen please and thank you

John: *comes over and figures out how to start working on the gen*

Me: ANNNNNNDDDD it done *gen lights up* Huh that was too easy why is there a guy in a mich- It's Michael Myers run!!!!

*my god sister and I ran away leaving John there thinking he would just follow but gets down and put on a hook cause his a baby Survivor*

Me: *Runs back to him and takes him off the hook* It's otay I gotcha yea.

*taking John's hand and running off to a corner to heal him*

Me: *doing magic hands* Got to love Botany Knowledge {A perk} *is fast at healing cause of Botany Knowledge*

John: Thank you. you remind me of faith a little bit

Me: I just going to take that as a compliment

John: How else would u have taken it?

Me: *shrugs* ooooo a crow wait what were we doing oh right gens. let go we need these gen down off to never land! *grabs his hand and finds another gen and starts working on it*

John: umm where are we?

Me: oh you don't know this map is Crotus Prenn Asylum. *hit walkie talkie* You otay Queen? {figure this is how the player be able to talk to one another}

God sister: Yuppers just working on a Gen on the top floor of the building.

Me: *hit walkie talkie* Otay That good to hear. Annnd we're done with aaaaaa- *Michael Myers grabs me off the gen* You slimey ittle bitch *said as he carries me to a hook*

*Me get put on hook and scream because of the pain*

Me: This is why you're mother has no nipples! and why she left you

Myers: *looks at me like hurtfully and smacks me with his knife*

Me: Otay I kinda deserved that

*Myers walks away to kick the gen as Joh n sneaks over to the hook to try to get me down but was not fast enough because My god sister got me down. All three of us run to a corner to heal*

Me: How many Gens are left?

Queen: Just one

Me: looks like the other survivor is on the hook I'll go get them you take *points to John* I believe John Seed from FarCry 5?

John: That is my name

Queen: Wonder when they added him oh well you do your thang and we go get that---

*Me running off to the hooked survivor* I am commming!!!

Queen: alright than *they go off to a gen*

*I get the other survivor off the hook and heals them*

John: SO what's the point of all this?

Queen: We as a survivor must complete 5 generators to open the exit gates. We have a killer chasing us down to stop us from completing the gens. The killer's goal is to sacrifice us to this entity using hooks. 9 times out of ten we all get sacrifices and we have to wait for another match. It all depends on the killer really. WE have mean killers who just kills us and the nice ones that farm for blood points

John: Oh so they worship this Entity?

Queen: Some do and some don't.

John: What happens if we escape do we leave this realm

Queen: Oh no we wait for another match or game ever you want to call it to start up and repeat the cycle all over again.

John: Sounds insane

Queen: Oh it is

Me: *pressing the button of the walkie-talkie* I've been looping Myers for a good few minutes now ohh I felt the wind on that *vaults a window onto the ground and spirits off thanks to balance landing* I think I lost him

Queen: Good come hop on this gen with us

ME: Otay *runs over and starts helping*

*generator gets fully repaired as the other survivor gets knocked down. again for the second time*

Me: Queen go get the door open I'll get the hooked survivor *runs off to the hook*

John: Does she do that a lot?

Queen: She is not good at much but one good thing she is good at is being a healer. She always wants to help someone in need. *opening the door*

John: So

Queen: She put everyone else first before she puts herself firsts. *Get the door open and waits for Me*

John: what are we waiting for?

Queen: I never leave without Raven unless she gets sacrificed then it is just a bittersweet victory she is my little sister not by blood but still my little sister

*The other survivor and I come running to the door. I take a protection hit.

Me: Just run !!!

-all of us get out the exit gate even John-

{if you want more let me know}

#far cry 5 john #john seed #dbd survivor #dbd #dbd michael myers #God sister #dead by daylight #writing fanfic #writer things

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TMNT 2012 Donatello Period Comfort

Part two to the Leonardo Comfort Headcanons.

Summary: You’re dealing with intense cramps and Donatello comforts you.

Universe: 2012

You groaned, wandering into the lair, flopping onto the sofa beside Mikey. “What’s wrong dude?”

You groaned again. “You wouldn’t understand, Mike, it’s girl stuff. The trutle scoffed, crossing his arms in a huff.

“Whatever, I totally understand girl stuff!” You rolled your eyes at him, struntching up on the sofa, cradling a pillow in the fetal position.

“Mikey, do you even know what a period is?”

“Uh, duh! It goes in writing.” he said, flashing you a confident look. You didn’t even feel like justifying that with a responce.

“Yeah, sure, just hand me the remote, would ya?” He groaned, but complied, even more so when you changed his superhero cartoon to some mushy romance movie.

“DUDE! Don’t make me suffer through you’re chick flicks! Have mercy!”

“Oh, shut up, Mikey!”

Finally, after hearing your voice, Donatello peeked out of the lab, and upon noticing your presence, wandered over to the sofa. “Oh, hello (Y/N), I didn’t hear you come in.” He said casually, taking a sip from a grape soda can.

You ignored the taller turtle, exhaling harshly, eyes transfixed on the ‘first kiss, confessing on the beach’ scene. You were honestly a little jealous.

“Don’t bother,’ Mikey snarled. “She’s in a mood.” Without breaking eye contact with the tv, you reached up and punched the shorter turtle’s thigh, grinning at the sound of him wailing and jumping up in a fuss. Donnie took the oppertunity to sit down beside you, lounging with on ankle atop his knee, and one arm behind his head.

“So, what’s wrong?” he asked, taking another sip of his can.

“You wouldn’t get it...” you mumbled, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Try me.”

“I’m having...period cramps.” you muttered, your voice muffled by the cussion that your cheek was pressed to.

Donnie smiled softly down at you. “Why didn’t you say so? Be right back.” he said, turning around to hop over the back of the sofa, before darting off to the lab again. You waved him off but on the inside, you couldn’t settle the butterflies in your stomach. It was always so suprising when he did things like that. He was so agile, but tended to not show it as casually as the rest of his brothers. You loved how calm he was around you, it was honestly kind of annoying how he fawned over April and hung on all of her words, so it was nice to know he felt comfortable around you. Sometimes you did wish he’d get all nervous around you get once or twice though.

Before you could clear your mind, Donnie’s slender legs came back into your vision as he vaulted back over the back of the sofa, landing in a sit, never once dropping any of the things he held in his arms. You pretended not to notice that he was back, keeping your eyes glued to the tv, that is, until you felt an immense heat on your lower back.

“A-ah! Ahhhh....” you moaned, feeling all over your muscles releasing all their tension.

“That feel better?” Donnie asked, placing his palm on your shoulder blade, rubbing circles on your spine.

“Mhm... that actually feels really nice.” you responded, a dumb smile plastered on your face.

“I gottcha some medicine, and some snacks too. You hungry?” he asked with a smile, which widened as you rose from your position to sit up.

“Yeah, kinda, what’d you get?” you asked, sitting on your knees, failing to realize that his arm was this draped around your shoulders.

“Just a couple of lemon-lime sodas, some chips, and some chocolates I had left over form Valentine’s day. Hope that’s okay, I read a while back that caffine makes cramps worse, so I figured oyu wouldn’t want any cola.”

“That’s perfect, donnie, you’re so thoughtful.” you beamed at him, uncapping the bottle of pain killers, before spilling a few into your hand, and popping them down your throat with the aid of a little soda.

“There’s that smile.” he winked, “Just let me know if you want anything else.”

You looked at your lap, sucking air into your cheeks. “Mayabe...a blacket would be nice.”

Donnie chuckled, shaking his head before standing up again and climbing over the sofa once more. “Anything for you, Princess. Be right back.” When he returned, he sat back down and spread the blanket from his bed over the pair of you as you instinctively snuggled up to him.

Suddenly, you gathered your wits about you and shot away from him, remembering his feelings for April. “Crap, I’m sorry, Don! I don’t know what came over-” you were cut off by his hand pressing against your far cheek and pulling you back into him, before planting a gentle kiss on your scalp.

“Hush, you’re gonna miss the best part.” he whispered, pointing at the screen, bringing your attention to the protagonists of the movie sitting on a sofa, whispering sweet nothings in eachother’s ears about not wanting to be with whoever had tried to break them up earlier in the movie.

“Sarah...you’re the most beautiful woman in Rhode Island, Suzie couldn’t hold a candle to you.”

“Chad, that’s so sweet. You’re so good to me.”

Your eyes slowly began to wander from the screen, back to Donnie when you felt him unconciously twist a strand of your hair between his fingers. “Hey, Don?”

“Hmm?” he asked, his eyes still intently watching the scene.

“I love you, ya know that?” You hadn’t meant to verbalize your feelings, the time just seemed so right. At first, he seemed shocked, his head snapping toward you, and his mouth agape.

“Ya really mean it?” he asked, blushing a bit, beaming when you cautiously nodded. “Well...could I kiss you?” You nodded again, much more bashfully this time as he slowly leaned into you, breifly connecting his lips with yours. Although the kiss was fairly short lived, the message was clear.

“I love you, too, Princess.”

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt Donnie #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt donatello 2012 #tmnt donnie x reader #donatello x reader #donatello hamato #TMNT 2012

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moemammon · 3 years

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When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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Mortal of Gold - Part 3

(Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Anyone want my list of the characters as gods? There were a few characters that I couldn't think of like Ponk, so I just left them out. ANYWAY. Hi, how's it going? ALSO I CANT EDIT THIS DAMN POST AND THE SPELLING ERRORS ARE SO IRRITATING

Part 1 Part 2 TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered Send me a message via inbox if you wanna be added to a general or series tag list. Make sure to turn off anon, please. ------- “They weren’t born… A mortal?”

A light wind brushed over your features, causing you to give a small sigh and roll over onto your side in an attempt to block the light from hitting your lidded eyes. It was nice and quiet for once… “(Y/n)?” A distorted voice echoed softly, causing you to flinch a bit. You opened your eyes slightly to see a silky blackbird sitting on the sheets beside you, a few golden trinkets laying beside it. Upon seeing your eyes slide open, the creature hopped up onto its legs and began making soft cooing noises, “(Y/n)! (Y/n), you’re awake!” Glancing around at the surroundings you had been placed in, racking your mind for any sort of familiarity but failing to come up with anything at all, even who you were. You sat up, slowly brushing your fingers along your ombre silk clothing before putting your hands on the sheets below your body, frowning as you didn’t recognize the bed as yours. “Hello…” You murmured softly, reaching your hand out to the crow who eagerly jumped forward to nuzzle your hand. The feathers of the bird felt… Odd. They felt more like grabbing at misty fog, but with a light staticky cotton texture that caused a buzzing sensation on your fingertips, “I’m sorry, my memory… Seems to be a tad faulty… Could you tell me your name?” “I’m Chat, Dadza- er… Philza’s familiar! I was a gift from Mumza, oops... Kristen, the Goddess of Void and Death.” It chirped, its voice having multiple layers in your head, causing you to shake your head a slight bit, “No, they’re not married, only parental figures to the souls that pass on to the afterlife or those they saved sometime before they passed on… I believe they have more of a co-worker relationship.” You nodded slightly, pursing your lips at how the creature’s voice sounded in your mind. It was unsettling and caused shivers to crawl up and down your back, but at the same time, it was incredibly calming and had a soothing aura. How that worked, you had no clue whatsoever. Brushing off the unsettling voice of the bird, you decided to focus on the name that caused a light to go off in your head, “Alright… Philza… I think I remember that name…” “Yeah! Dadza- Eck… Sorry. Phil, he’s the God of Survival and Crows! He controls not only every crow in the mortal land, but he also controls whether or not someone will survive a situation. If there is no way that the mortal can survive, he will send a crow down and have them guide the soul of the mortal to him! Then he escorts them to Kristen! He has gained the name Angel of Death because he works for Mumza!” You decided not to question why the crow called Philza and Kristen Mumza and Dadza, knowing that you’d probably find out later, but by the sound of it Chat seemed to be multiple children, “Okay… Makes sense…” You mumbled slowly, nodding your head up and down. With a sigh you slowly brought your legs over to the side of the bed, only now becoming aware of how large the soft mattress was. Lowlands! (Hell) You could probably fit six people who were ten feet tall in it with room to roam! Pushing yourself off the bed, you also realized how high the beautiful bed was off the floor, Gods, whoever lived here was tall! Behind you, you heard a small chirp, and you saw Chat watching you curiously. With a small shrug, you decided to pick the familiar up and hold it in your cupped hands as you walked out the door, “Oooh! Dadza never carries us like this, and Technoblade does only when he’s about to yeet us out a window!” “Yeet?” You scowled in confusion as you walked through the arched doorway, your bare feet padding silently on the quartz flooring, “I'm scared to ask. Technoblade? Is he also a god of some things? He sounds familiar as well…” “That’s its word for throwing something. Well, it yells the word when they throw something or get thrown, so I assume it’s yelling in excitement,” A deep voice spoke from in front of you, causing you to gasp and lift your head from the crow. The telepathic chirping and squeaks from Chat in your mind quickly formed the name Technoblade, so… You had a feeling that your answer was on its way past his

lips, “I’m Technoblade, or Techno, the God of Blood and War. It’s… nice to see you finally awake…” He shifted awkwardly on his feet as you curiously studied him. His appearance could certainly be described as godly if anyone asked you. His long pink hair was mostly twisted and tied into a braid with bits of golden chain and a polished golden crown adorned with rubies, garnets and diamonds. Upon his pale skin, dozens of scars of varying sizes decorated his skin in different areas, but they were displayed in an almost proud manner. Almost. When he spoke, his dark pink eyes hidden behind cracked glasses searched your form for any sort of injury, “I’m… (Y/n)... I think. I don’t know if this bird is exactly trustworthy in its information… Do you know where I am?” Techno snorted as Chat gave an offended squawk at your statement, “That’s very fair, to be honest. You’re in the Tundra of the Upperlands, and this is my palace. No there is no snow, I believe the person who named this place has never looked into the name or word Tundra, but it’s been like this for too long to change it-” He paused for a moment as he noticed you looking extremely confused, “Ah. Right. Desert. Don’t worry about it.” “Oh… Okay…” You frowned at the tusked male for a moment before shaking your head, deciding not to question it much, “Now, uh… How did I get here, and why don’t I remember anything about myself? Or, about you and this Philza guy, I was told about.” You lifted Chat slightly toward Techno as a silent indication that Chat was the one who told you about Phil. “That’s uh… Phil’s field of expertise.” He rubbed the back of his head with his black-tipped fingers before adjusting his crown, “I don’t understand much of what happened, and Phil will tell you what you need to know that will keep you safe.” Hesitantly, he held his free hand out towards you making you realize that he was easily over seven and a half feet tall, “C’mon, I’ll take you to him and get you the answers you need.” His hand was extremely steady, you noticed as you stared down at it cautiously. Once you noticed that he didn’t seem to want to do you harm, you slowly shifted Chat into one hand and used your free hand to take the one extended to you, which you couldn’t help but notice, made Technoblade very happy, “Okay. Thank you.” The god held your hand in his calloused one for a few moments before beginning to lead you down the tan and white hallways that were turned a light golden hue from the rising sun. It was quite a long walk filled with a slightly uncomfortable silence, but you distracted yourself by looking around the palace curiously. It was obvious he was the God of War by how many swords hanging on walls and sets of armour he had placed on armour stands in the hallways. Eventually, he walked you through an archway that led into a wide-open room with multiple windows that had many crows perched on the windowsills, some chirping and singing some little tune in perfect unison while others shuffled around, seeming to do a little dance. You were quick to realize the whistling of one of the birds didn’t match up and noticed that it was coming from the man with the large white and green striped hat as well as massive black feathered wings dangling on his back, fluffing themselves up every so often. When you and Techno stepped in, the blackbirds started chirping loudly, losing the rhythm of the tune the winged man was whistling as Chat started telepathically squealing about… 2/4? Two out of four what? “Ah!” The hat-wearing male turned around and clasped his hands together upon seeing you standing up, “(Y/n), you’re awake. I was worried the injuries you sustained were enough to keep you out cold for a few more weeks. I’m glad to see I was wrong. I’m Philza, God of Survival and Crows, and I see you’ve met Chat and Techno. Pesky bird, I told it not to wake you...” You pursed your lips for a moment, analyzing the shorter god as the bird squealed out its protests. While he was shorter than Techno, he was certainly tall, standing roughly around six feet tall, his wingspan

probably double that for each wing! His blonde hair was long around his face but was pulled into a loose braid like Techno’s was, although instead of gold intertwined into his hair, it was silver. His outfit was made up of a loose green shirt and black pants, with a red heart-shaped pendant dangling off of a chain into the center of his chest. Why did that pendant… Look familiar? You slowly rose your hand up and clasped at the pendant around your neck, noticing how Philza smiled softly, “Technoblade… Said you could tell me why I can’t remember anything?” “You’re still wearing my gift, I see,” Philza gave a soft hum as Chat jumped from your hand and onto his shoulder, before gesturing for you and Techno to take a seat where he already had drinks and some form of cakes set out, but they certainly weren’t there when you came in. Upon seeing your confused blinking, he gave a soft laugh, “I’m a god, mate, magic is no difficult task for me, let alone creating some measly tea and desserts. Now, sit down and I will tell you everything…” - General - None Mortal of Gold -@generalalmond @binas-idea-vault @ohworm-writes

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH35

Canon LadyNoir: burning

MDCSPR LadyNoir: anyway, so can I wear a pink bride’s maid dress to your wedding?

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Chapter 35: 7 rings

“Bien Jouè!” Ladybug and Chat Noir fist bumped after another purified akuma.

“Nice work today, kitty,” Ladybug said.

“Same to you, LB!” Chat Noir readied his staff. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a lady in waiting.”

“See you tomorrow.” Ladybug waved as he vaulted off. “Okay, time to race.”

She tossed her yoyo and shot off, landing back on her balcony and letting her transformation drop. She checked her phone timer, glancing out across the rooftops as that mess of blond hair came into view. Right on time.

“Chat Noir!” she called.

He skidded to a stop a few roofs over before hopping over to meet her.

“Is something the matter, little lady?” he asked, perching on the railing.

“No- ah, I mean, I wanted to ask you for a favor.” She clasped her hands together in front of her. “Tomorrow I’m planning on visiting the children’s hospital, and I was hoping that I could get someone special for the kids. I think they would be thrilled if one of Paris’ superheroes could make it, so do you have time to come? I tried asking Ladybug, but she’s too busy.”

“To the hospital? Tomorrow?” He searched her pleading expression with pursed lips. “Uh, yeah, I think I can make that.”

“Awesome! Thank you, Chat Noir!” She beamed.

“Anything for you.” He held up his ring with a wince. “Uh, I mean, gotta jet, but I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“10 o’clock!” she called as he hopped off again. She crawled through her skylight to call Adrien with a grin. His phone rang several times, and she wondered if it would go to voicemail before he finally picked up.

“Hey!”

“Hey, did I catch you at a bad time? You sound winded,” she said.

“No, no, sorry! I was, uh, just playing a little basketball.” He cleared his throat. “What’s up?”

“Guess who agreed to come to the hospital with us tomorrow?” She bounced excitedly.

“Jagged Stone?”

“Out of the country. Think local.”

“Andre the ice cream man?”

“Most of the kids have dietary restrictions.”

“Ladybug?”

“Closer.” She giggled. “It’s Chat Noir!”

“That’s awesome, Marinette! The kids are going to be so happy,” he said.

“I’m really excited now.” She paced across her bedroom floor. “By the way, whose car are we taking, yours or mine?”

“Uh, yours is fine. We need to break it in,” he said.

“Okay. I’ll let you get back to your basketball. See you tomorrow?”

“Definitely,” Adrien said.

“Love you!”

“Yeah, I love you too…”

♪♫♪ Sucker ♪♫♪

“How are you going to be in two places at once, genius? You can’t go as Adrien and Chat Noir,” Plagg said the next morning, stuffing a whole wedge of Camembert down his throat.

“I’m not.” Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose. “Marinette specifically asked Chat Noir, so Adrien is just going to have to call in sick.”

“Sick with what?”

Adrien pursed his lips, reaching for his phone. Marinette answered on the third ring.

“Hey, you! We’re not leaving to pick you up for a few more minutes, what’s up?” She sounded so cheerful. He hated to disappoint her, but he didn’t have a choice.

“I’m really sorry, mon ange, but I don’t think I’ll be able to make it today,” he said, sounding as pathetic as possible. “I think I’m coming down with something.”

“You’re sick?” Marinette gasped.

“Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night, and my stomach has been hurting all morning.” He fibbed. “I’m really sorry, my love. I feel like I’m letting you down.”

“No, it’s fine. We’ll manage. You just get lots of rest and focus on feeling better, okay?” she said gently. “I’ll tell you all about it later.”

“Love you,” he moaned.

“Love you too. Now, go lie down.”

“Already there.” He hung up and pulled the blanket over his pillows. “Come on, Plagg! Transform me.”

Chat Noir arrived at the hospital to find Gabrielle already waiting. She didn’t look up from her phone when he touched down, barely acknowledging his existence. Marinette arrived at the same time as her friends, and she smiled at him as Martin, Eliott, Lisette, and Macy crawled out of their car.

“Thank you for coming!” Marinette said, looking radiant as ever, but now wasn’t the time to admire how cute she looked in her pink skirt.

“Of course.” He bowed politely and kissed her hand.

Last but not least, a white limo rolled up to the curb behind them, and Chloe emerged, fluffing her hair as if she were the star of the show—which, knowing Chloe, she probably thought she was.

A small-framed woman in a lab coat was waiting just inside the front doors, and Marinette surged ahead to greet her.

“Hi, I’m Marinette!”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Han, head director of the hospital.” The woman shook Marinette’s hand. “Thank you so much for your generous donations. You’re really going to change lives here.”

“I’m happy to help,” she said as if it were no big deal, which knowing Marinette, it wasn’t. She always wanted to help, even without the ulterior motive of defeating Lila. It was just one thing Adrien loved about her.

“Is it alright if we visit the kids for a while?” she asked.

“I think they’d enjoy that very much.”

Dr. Han led the way, and their group broke off into different wards. Eliott and Lisette, Macy and Martin, Chloe and Gabrielle. That left Marinette with Chat Noir, not that he was complaining. He’d just have to remember not to kiss her.

The hospital staff had gathered the kids in the large playroom, and their faces lit up when Marinette entered with Chat Noir.

“Everyone, this is Marinette. She and her friends were the ones who donated to help us get new equipment and gift baskets for all of you.” Dr. Han explained.

“Hello.” Marinette waved shyly. “Did you all enjoy your gifts?”

“Yeah!” One girl snuggled a Ladybug doll Marinette had stitched herself.

“Well, what fun are toys if you have no one to play with, right? So I brought someone with me to play with you all today.” She gestured to Chat Noir who gave a friendly wave.

“Are you the real Chat Noir?” one girl asked.

“Could a fake Chat Noir do this?” He extended his staff along the length of the room, creating a secure bar overhead. He hung upside down with a cheeky grin, and the kids stared in awe.

To no one’s surprise, Chat Noir was a big hit with the kids, but Marinette found their favor as well when they started a game of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

“The real Ladybug couldn’t make it today, so will you play the part, m’lady?” Chat asked, holding out a hand in offering.

Marinette pursed her lips. “I think someone else should play Ladybug.” She approached the girl in the wheelchair with a Ladybug doll. “How would you like to be Ladybug?”

“But I can’t be Ladybug because of my chair,” the girl said.

“Then I’ll be Queen Bee and help you. Even the real Ladybug needs help sometimes, so I think you’ll do great.” Marinette smiled, an expression the girl reflected with equal excitement.

Could she be more perfect?

“I call Bunny!”

“Can I be Malin?”

“I wanna be Emerald Shell!”

“Ladybug is going to need all of her super friends for this mission,” Marinette said.

“I want to be the akuma!” one boy said.

“Okay, what is your evil superpower?” Chat Noir asked the boy.

“Making everyone eat broccoli!” He exclaimed, and everyone gasped in horror.

“A true villain.” Chat Noir nodded.

“Okay, Ladybug, are you ready to fight crime with Chat Noir and all of your super friends?” Marinette asked, turning the chair around.

“Yeah!”

The kids had a blast as Marinette wheeled their Ladybug around to save each of them from having to eat broccoli, and Chat couldn’t take his eyes off her. She helped each child feel useful and special, bringing glowing smiles to each of their faces. The light emanating from her own face made his heart skip. Every time he thought he couldn’t love her more, she did something to prove him wrong. She really was the most miraculous girl in the world.

“Okay, Ladybug, I think it’s time to call your lucky charm,” Marinette said once they’d rescued all the kids by giving them smiley face stickers of immunity. “Can you do it?”

“Lucky Charm!” the girl called, throwing her hands up, and Marinette retrieved an apple from the snack cart.

“Alright, what’s your plan?” Marinette asked.

She tapped her chin, then pulled Chat Noir down to whisper in his ear.

“You got it, LB.” He winked. “Bunny, Malin, I seem to have forgotten the name of my power. Can you say it for me?”

“Cataclysm!” they shouted.

Chat Noir moved through the motions, gently brushing the toy broccoli with his fingers.

“Well, Broccolator, Chat Noir has just destroyed all the broccoli. There’s only fruit left now.” Marinette declared.

“No!” The young boy collapsed to his knees.

“Quick, Ladybug, we have to capture his akuma!” Marinette said, wheeling her over. “What’s the phrase?”

“Time to de-evilize!” she said. Marinette placed a white butterfly sticker on the boy’s shirt, passing the apple to the little girl to hold up. “Miraculous Ladybug!”

“Another victim saved by Ladybug, Chat Noir, and their brave super friends Malin, Souris Rose, Emerald Shell, Queen Bee, Tigress, and Bunny!” Marinette announced, and all of the kids and staff cheered.

“Alright, super team, we have one more important order of business left,” Chat Noir said, carrying their Emerald Shell over. “Put your fists in like this and…”

“Pound it!”

“Good job.” He chuckled as they all crowded in for a hug.

“Alright, kids, now Marinette is going to read you all a story while you have your snacks,” one nurse announced while several others moved chairs around.

“How many of you remember Sandboy?” Marinette asked as they settled in, holding up a book, and hands shot up. “Oh, good because I may need your help telling this one.”

Marinette was really good with kids, engaging them all in the story and letting everyone feel included. How did Adrien ever get so lucky to interest a girl like her? Most days he couldn’t believe she fell in love with him. He was so lame by comparison.

“And then they heard a voice from above…” Marinette said ominously. “What did it say?”

“The Sandboy just checked in, now nightmares can begin!” The kids recited.

“Then Chat Noir got dusted with his magic sand, bringing his worst nightmare to life! He stepped in front of Ladybug, twirling his staff and saying…”

“Get behind me, m’lady. I’ll protect you!” Chat Noir said, mimicking the stance in the picture and prompting a laugh from the kids.

“ʻYou’ve still got your powers?’ Ladybug asked.”

“Losing mine isn’t what I’m afraid of.” Chat recited.

“ʻThen what?’ Suddenly, a menacing voice sounded above them. ‘Chat Noir! Bad kitty, I’ll never love you!’”

Marinette shot him a playful grin, and he shrugged guiltily.

“…And finally Ladybug captured the akuma and used her lucky charm to set everything back to normal. Pound it!” Marinette finished several minutes later. “So, did you all have fun today meeting a real superhero?”

“Yeah!” The kids cheered, and their little Ladybug looked up at her.

“You’re a superhero too, Marinette,” she said.

“What? I’m not. I’m just a normal girl. No superpowers whatsoever.” Marinette insisted.

“You’re our superhero cause you helped us get new machines and more medicine,” another boy said. “You’re our Ladybug.”

The kids voiced agreements, turning Marinette’s cheeks pink.

“As Ladybug’s certified best friend, I have to agree.” Chat Noir concurred.

Marinette hugged the book to her chest with a smile. “Let me tell you a secret: We can all be heroes just like Ladybug and Chat Noir so long as we always have one thing: hope,” she said. “Hope is our superpower, and so long as we have that, then Hawkmoth can never win. It's his only weakness, and anyone can have it. Isn't that right, Chat Noir?”

“Yeah…” He nodded, eyes fixed on her.

He'd seen Marinette glow before when she was encouraging her friends or at the fashion show, but in that moment, she was more radiant than ever. The whole room was brighter because she was in it, and every child wore a smile as they departed. This was Marinette's superpower, the ability to give hope to others so that their lights could shine too, and Chat Noir had never been so smitten. For a moment, he forgot that they were doing all of this to get back at Lila, and he felt like Marinette had too. She really was an everyday hero.

Chat Noir caught a glimpse of her phone screen where she was typing a message to Adrien with pictures taken throughout the day as they walked up the hall. Pictures she was sending to him, who was supposed to be at home, sick.

“Texting your boyfriend?” he asked, unable to resist and trying, and failing, to hide his smirk.

“Yeah. He’s sick today, so he couldn’t come, but I wanted him to see what we did.” She smiled at the screen as the messages sent.

“I’m sure he appreciates it, and I’m sure he would have been here if he could. You should go visit him. He probably misses you.” Chat Noir clasped his hands behind his back, pursing his lips innocently.

“I’ll see how he’s feeling.” She smiled up at him. “Thank you for coming today, Chat Noir.”

“Of course, anytime.” He stopped short, taking her hand. “I mean it. If you ever need anything, just ask.”

He leaned down to kiss her instinctively, but catching himself, tilted his head to peck both of her cheeks instead. “I should get going. Thanks for all of your hard work, Miraculous Marinette.”

“See you around, Chat Noir.” She pulled him in for a hug.

He hoped she couldn’t tell how fast his heart was beating or how his pulse accelerated the moment she touched him.

“Don’t forget to go see your boyfriend. He loves you so much and really wants to kiss you- I mean see you!” Chat Noir said. “Probably! I mean, I’m just guessing. A girl like you, what guy wouldn’t want to kiss- see you really badly. Anyway, wow, look at the time. Gotta go, see you later, bye!”

Chat Noir landed back in his bathroom a few minutes later, letting his transformation drop and stumbling over to the sink. He mussed up his hair, slapping his cheeks a few times to redden them and rushing back to his bed. He smiled down at all of the photos and loving messages she’d sent him and tapped the video icon in the corner.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” she answered. The seatbelt strap told him she was still in the car.

“A lot better,” he said. “Turns out it was a kidney stone, not a virus, so you can come visit me if you want.”

“Are you sure you’re up to it?” she asked worriedly.

“I’m always up to seeing you, gorgeous.” He flashed her a reassuring smile and a wink.

“Well, if you have enough energy to flirt, you must be feeling better. I’ll be there soon.” She giggled.

“Can’t wait. I miss you.” He pouted. “Come make me feel better with your kisses.”

“I will.”

When she arrived, Adrien smiled up at her, reaching a hand out for her to take. She sat on the edge of his bed, brushing his hair away from his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” she asked as he leaned his cheek into her palm.

“Better now that you’re here.” He kissed her hand. “How was the hospital?”

“We had an amazing time. Those kids are so strong and full of hope…We played a game with them, and this little girl-” Her voice trailed off as Adrien leaned up to kiss her. “Don’t you want to hear how everything went?”

“Later,” he said, laying back against his pillow. “Right now I need my Marinette to save me. I have no energy to move anything except my lips, and only a kiss from the most kindhearted and beautiful princess in the world can heal me.”

“And I thought Chat Noir was dramatic.” She teased.

“Hurry.” He coughed. “I’m not going to make it.”

Marinette smiled down at him, leaning in to touch her lips to his. He wrapped his arms around her, lips parting eagerly. Of course, he would listen to all of her stories and pretend he was hearing it all for the first time. But right now all that mattered were her lips on his.

♪♫♪ the 1 ♪♫♪

“My, my I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy, LB,” Chat Noir called as his staff lowered him onto the roof where she sat, looking out over the city. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”

“I just had a really great day.” She shrugged. “I heard you visited the children’s hospital.”

“Yeah, it was a lot of fun. That Marinette girl really is something,” he said. “What were you up to today that kept you from coming?”

“I- had a date with my boyfriend,” she said. “I would have loved to go see the children, but I couldn’t cancel without seeming suspicious. Juggling a double life is hard sometimes.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Chat Noir said. “So, tell me about your guy. Is he more handsome than me?”

Ladybug leaned against her fist with a dreamy sigh. “He’s so incredible. He’s nice; he’s smart; he’s handsome, very athletic, but also so down-to-earth and gentle. He always has my back. I really love him.”

“Sounds like a lucky guy,” Chat Noir said. “Well, if he ever breaks your heart, just say the word, and I’ll rough him up for you.”

Ladybug shoved him playfully. “What about your unlucky girl?”

“Okay, first of all, ouch.” He cupped a hand over his heart. “Second of all, fair. I feel lucky that she even likes me. She’s crazy talented—it’s insane how amazing she is, and she really cares about people. No matter what, she always wants to help, and she’s funny, and she has the cutest laugh. When I’m with her, it’s like nothing else matters but right then and there. Just the two of us together, and I wouldn’t give her up for the world.”

He let out a breath, casting her a smug grin.

“Oh, and she thinks my jokes are funny.” He gloated as if it were the cherry on top, and Ladybug pursed her lips to hide her smile.

“Well, then you’re just gonna have to marry her because girls willing to put up with your puns don’t grow on trees,” she said.

“Yeah, she really is the perfect girl for me. You never stood a chance.” Chat Noir sighed.

Ladybug laid down on the roof with a smile, and Chat Noir moved to lie beside her. The stars twinkled faintly against the lights, barely visible above the city. Ladybug let out a deep breath.

“I really am happy for you, chaton,” she murmured. “I mean that. You’re a great guy under all of your jokes.”

He turned to face her, leaning against his arm with a tender smile. “I’m happy for you too. I know I gave you a hard time for a while, and I’m really sorry if you ever felt like I was pushing you. It was hard to accept, but you and I just aren’t meant to be.”

“You are important to me. I know I can always trust you, and I’m really glad you’re my partner.” Ladybug rolled onto her side and reached out a hand to ruffle his hair. “You’re my best friend, Chat Noir.”

“And you’re mine,” he said softly before the gentleness in his eyes morphed into mischief. “So, if we’ve defeated Hawkmoth, do you promise to invite me to your wedding?”

“Uh, who else am I gonna get to be my maid of honor?” Ladybug grunted, not bothering to mask the ‘duh’ in her voice.

“Will I get to wear a dress?” he asked.

“Naturally. I’ll pick out something really tasteful for you.” She rolled onto her back with a laugh as he pumped an excited fist. “Better practice walking in heels.”

“Hey, I’ve gotten good at it since Reflekta!”

She roared with laughter, which Chat found contagious.

“Ya know,” she said once they’d calmed, “I feel like for the first time in a long time that everything is gonna be okay. All of this feels a little less daunting, and I know that we’re going to win against Hawkmoth.”

“Yeah,” Chat Noir said, staring up at the sky. “I feel that too.”

“For the people we love.” Ladybug slipped her hand into his, curling their fingers together.

Chat gave them a squeeze. “For the people we love.”

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