#and a dog we prevent from chasing them

[birb-boyo]

LU BACKROOMS???

This is basically me describing backrooms based on the Chain, one on the safer side and one deadly and how to survive them :]

@trippygalaxy @vio-starzz @mushr0oms-and-m0ss @shadowlinktheshadow @raven-does-artstuff-894 @treasure-goblin idk who cares about this but I spent all day on it-

Time

His first liminal space is fairly safe. You can’t die unless you do something diabolical.

His safe room like would be basically like this

You fall down somewhere, probably on your walk home, but you pick yourself up and see that this is very much not the side of the road. This is a grassy field.

There weren’t many grassy fields where you lived. And even those fields were no where near as expansive as this one.

Upon looking around, you see a giant wall and a drawbridge. You start walking to it, thinking that you somehow fell hard enough to pass out.

You reach Castle Town and get weird glances from many. While you’re scouting the area, you spot a little boy in green picking up random dogs. You look at him weird when he puts one dog down and chases after another one.

The boy catches you staring and with one glance, you’re suddenly in that big grassy field again

So yeah, if bro looks at you, you get set back. After a while, this space will easily drive someone insane. This is because no matter what you do, you will meet him, and you both will meet eyes, and you’ll be sent back to the beginning.

So in a way, Survival Rate: 98% but it’s gradual and you might get out of there before you go insane

For his “You’re most likely gonna die” room

I wanted to incorporate Majora’s Mask into it, saying that the masks are hunting you.

There goal is to capture you and bring you to Fierce Deity. He thinks that you killed Link.

But you didn’t because this little kid who told you that he was who the deity was looking for is literally following behind you-

This kid could be regular young Link or Ben Drowned, though it would change the survival rate massively

Survival Rate for young Link: 67%

Survival Rate for Ben Drowned: 15%

This is because the only way to stop being hunted and/or not die is to present a piece of Link to the deity when you’re eventually caught

If it’s Link, he’ll accept it and call the masks off and you’ll be free to move on to the next hell or, if god loves you, you’ll go home

If it’s Ben, you better be fast on your toes because you’ll be hunted until you die or get out of there.

I want to also want to add that the masks don’t just pop up out of no where when they find you.

You know how you have to follow the music in order to learn Saria’s Song? Don’t do that. You’ll be caught

When they emit the Song of Healing, run, Link/Ben will be right on your trail and even if he wasn’t when you stopped running, he’ll always find you even if he leads a mask to you

I forgot to mention that Link/Ben will give you hints as to how you need to give Fierce a piece of his tunic or hair or something close to it

Also that Link/Ben physically can not get close to FD as they are, as the boy says, “part of the same soul”

Twilight

Idea given from @tiercel13 and @link-posting

That whole game has this unsettlingly warm ethereal quality where it's like- you're comfortable but uncomfortable at the same time and it's so weird

But basically I would say somewhere like a large field that's in perpetual twilight. You've never seen it before but it feels safe and familiar, like you've been there a thousand times. Still, there's something just slightly off, and it prevents you from ever being able to truly relax

It’s a village, deserted in the canyons, it’s wooden houses crumbling with time and weathering

Survival Rate: 100%

I think we all expected this one but you’re being hunted. It’s just you, the flora, the fauna, and a big wolf trying to kill you

It’s Wolf Twi but it’s not wolf Twi. Like, that’s the Blue-eyed Beast alright, but that’s definitely not Twilight. That’s a Wolf hardened by the need to survive. A need to eat.

The thing about this room is that it’s very survivable, but only to a select few people

For people who know how to manage in the woods, who know how to make fires without lighters, who know how to properly cook wild animals without utensils and iron, for those who are experienced in the wilds, they have a much easier time surviving this

But for those who are always inside and have little to no outside knowledge, you’re cooked almost immediately

This is a genuine hunt. This wolf can hear god knows how far, this wolf can track you with even the faintest scent

The only reason why the survival rate is as high as it is, is because it hesitates.

That’s how many survive their first encounter with the wolf, the wolf hesitates to take that final bite

I feel like the only real way to get out of here if to survive for a certain amount of time

Survival Rate: 52%

Warriors

Another idea by @tiercel13 because they are so big brained

For safe it's the castle barracks but they have a completely nonsensical layout

there's random doors where they shouldn't be and some of the actual ones are gone, there's things in the rooms like it's just been vacated but a layer of dust covers everything

It must be vacant right? Those shadows that lurk behind the corners are just you going crazy right? Nobody is here. Nobody is here. Nobody is here. Nobody is here-

Survival Rate: 87%

Idea given by @hyrules-feral-hero

You got claustrophobia? That’s too bad, you’re stuck in a fairy bottle now

You don’t get ripped apart or anything like that

Your death will be slow and painful

Conserve oxygen? There’s no reason to, you’re not going to be set free :)

Survival Rate: 0%

Sky

I feel like being blunt with this one

Safe space is just a vacant Skyloft

No one is around, just the occasional keese and Remlits and rapid Loftwings flying about so watch your head!

It’s peaceful and welcoming and airy but empty.

I imagine that this would bring about some sort of uncanny valley feeling, but that is probably the wrong word for it. Because who lived here? Why are these birds so big? Why are these raccoon cats so aggressive at night?

Survival Rate: 100%

Get Silent Realmed😌

Basically just that. If you don’t know what the Silent Realm is, it’s basically a thing you do in SS where you have to get 15 tears

You have to get 15 orbs, if you step into waking water or a spirit’s light or take too long to get one of the orbs, the guardians will be after you

The guardians are what make this space dangerous. If they catch you, no matter how insignificant the gash was, you will die

You can get these guardians off of you when you get the next tear, but until you get all of them and retreat back to where you started, you are at the mercy of the guardians

Survival Rate: 73%

Wild

Picture this, you just woke up in this weird place so naturally, you ask someone where you are.

“This is Faron woods, are you a traveler?”

“…sure…?”

“Great! I can’t really leave this stable with my condition, so could you do me a favor and give this to my wife?” The old man asked

“…what?”

“She lives over in Hateno, up passed the Dueling Peaks!” He shoves a note in your hands

“Sir I-“

“Thank you so much! Here’s your pay for your kindness!” Upon inspecting what he had given you, you see that this is a bare diamond

You were bringing this man’s wife this letter.

Survival Rate: 85%

Evermean forest, good old homicidal trees, need I say more?

Survival Rate: 95%

Wind

Imagine chilling on a boat with your grandpa but your grandpa is the boat.

Yes, the waters are expansive, you haven’t seen an island in days if at all, but this boat is keeping you company, telling jokes, soothing your nerves

Maybe you should be freaking out that this boat is talking, but his voice is nice so what can you say?

You start to joke around, singing dumb sea shanties, he chuckles with your antics, but keeps moving forward.

The sea is vast, but at least you’re not alone

Survival Rate: 98%

Imagine this: You’ve just been dropped in this random place. Now you’re on a random raft in the middle of the sea

Suddenly, the wind isn’t strong enough to push you forward and you’re on top of a tidal wave

Your raft finally gets back on steady water, but now there’s a shadow looming over you

You turn around and you can even comprehend how big it is

It’s probably the Kraken btw

Survival Rate: 0%

You’re cooked 100%

Hyrule

I’m realizing that a good bit of these rooms are in the woods, well, Rulie’s is no better🤷🏽‍♂️

Except these woods don’t have anything trying to actively murder you and eat you

These woods have things trying to help you

Little floating glowing grandmas if you will😌

As soon as you fell into these woods you smelled sugar and sweets, you were still very discombobulated from your fall and now you were suddenly in woods?

Soon enough, you’re swarmed by lights of different colors, they ask you if you’re alright, if you’re ok, what is someone like you doing here

Then they guide you out of the Fairy woods, whether that means that you end up in another room or go home is up to god

Survival Rate: 100%

Idea given to me by @tiercel13

A neverending cave slowly circling further and further down. The deeper you go the more it seems to close in, the air seems thicker, and the voices of people you almost recognize begin to echo off the walls, crying for help

This room, similar to Time’s “safe space” is mostly a “you’re going to go insane” rather than “that thing is gonna fucking kill you” :)

Survival Rate: depends how sane you were when you entered

Four

Imagine going on a wild goose chase for coins kinstones in a field with all the pieces hidden in tall grass

Survival Rate: 100% but it’s hell

This is gonna make some people mad but let me cook rq

You guys know Poppy Playtime? The Smiling Critters that chase you? That one clip from the Hour of Joy when they were eating that one guy alive?

That, but Minish :)

Survival Rate: 0%

As you traverse these woods, you realize that there are no animals in the wake. No rabbits, no mice, not even a wolf.

But this forest is littered with the bones of those lost animals.

So basically for backstory, minish got overpopulated and that meant they ate meat religiously. It was enough to feed, but soon enough, they ran out of food and now they’re hungry again

There is no survival here

There are too many Minish and you are locked in their woods

You can here their chittering and chatting, but if they spot you, you’ll only know by the dead silence of the forest

You can try breaking the bones you find on your path, opening the middle so they can smell the marrow rather than your flesh

But you only have little time and some bones are thick

And- wait…who’s bones are these? These are Hylain bones-

Legend

There are so many choices with Legend…

For his safe room, you’re just chilling on the walls. Not in the walls, on them. Your image is planted on the wall. You can move freely, you’re just glued to the wall, 2D

You’ll probably use this to scare the weird people who live around the house who’s walls you currently inhabit.

Survival Rate: 99.9% (Someone played too much and the family who lived there destroyed the house)

You guys no the movie Us? It’s basically that

There are different versions of you running around and they kinda really want you dead-

Survival Rate: 65%

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #the backrooms #liminal spaces #lu au #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu sky #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu four #lu wild #lu wind #linked universe twilight #linked universe time #linked universe warriors #linked universe wild #linked universe wind #linked universe sky #linked universe four #linked universe legend #linked universe hyrule #SHADY RANTS #this took me way too long💀💀💀 #thank you everyone that helped!!! #if anyone has some ideas go for it! #I haven’t olayed a lot of these games so I wouldn’t be surprised if someone else’s sounded so much better than what I have- #SCREAMS FROM THE SHADE #loz link

[cheebuss]

hey, just wanted to let you know i saw my dog chasing your cat yesterday when i came home from work. i don't know how long he's been doing this and i'm worried because i can't always be there to call him in and stop him. please be careful and watch out. he looks like this

Hey neighbour! Thank you for taking the time to inform me of this situation. Unfortunately, I have already seen your dog wandering around my front yard a few times these past few weeks, and sometimes he even goes to the bathroom on my xylosma saplings. He has been quite aggressive towards me each time I have tried to shoo him off, and it's really stressing my cat out whenever he sees him outside. Sometimes he will run under the bed for hours and I can't get him to come out (See below. Sorry about the quality, he lunged at me and scratched me .2 seconds after this.) He's an older cat and I don't want him in this constant state of distress. Would it be possible for you to install higher fencing around the sides of your home? As this might prevent him from breaking out.

As for my cat, I'll keep him inside when I'm not home now. This will help prevent him going into your yard or anything bad from happening between either of them. Thank you again for reaching out, hopefully we can reach some sort of conclusion for this. Hope you have a good day.

- Eddie. (P.S. wow your dog is fucking ugly I'm so sorry </3)

#cheez rambles #baz tag <3 #my art #shitpost #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #team fortress 2 #// INCOMPREHENSIBLE POST <3 #// SNIPER ''H'' STANCE ON MAX

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Of a Wolf and a Gift

A folktale from Mégevette, France

One day, in the village of Cez, a husband and wife were just taking their baking of bread out of the great communal oven, when an animal appeared and sat down, looking at them. It looked like a dog, bit its head was far more like wolf’s and there was hunger in its eyes. The man took pity on the starving beast and tore a piece off a freshly baked loaf to offer it to them, but his wife prevented him. She took up a stick and shouted at the creature: “Get away you stupid thing! We barely have enough to feed ourselves!” And the animal fled.

Winter came, and because there was no other work to be had in that season, the husband did as he usually did and went off as a travelling merchant. He sold a great deal of his merchandise to a family in Alsace and to his surprise they told him that they knew Mégevette and were acquainted with his wife.

“She is the kindest, most generous lady who ever lived,” said the grandmother of the family. “Please take back this gift for her, to wear on Sundays.” And she handed the man a fine vest, knitted from the softest wool.

When the husband returned to his wife he presented her with the gift at once, but to his surprise she regarded it with great suspicion. “I know no one in Alsace who would give me a gift,” she declared and before her husband could say another word she took the vest and flung it out of the window.

It caught on a branch of the cherry tree beside the house and there it remained. But the following year, that tree did not bear fruit. Little by little it wilted and withered, until it eventually died. And the same would have happened to that woman, if she had worn the vest that her husband brought back for her, because the person who sent it to her was the very werewolf she had chased away.

Translated and retold from the French given in Joisten & Chanaud’s Les loups-garous en Savoie et Dauphiné; tale 20 (told by Louis Bron in 1965), which is a variant of tale 22 “Le don au loup” (told by Gustave Chevallier in 1965).

#werewolf #werewolves #french folklore #laura retells #folklore #folktale

[prophecyofwinter]

Across the Sea and to the East

Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: Under your uncle’s usurpation of your brother you have been sent away to hide in Lys under House Rogare. You’ve found new purpose with the Lord of Light but you will be called home soon.

Tags: slight slow burn, actual burning, violence, smut, angst, Aegon is his own warning, tags will be added as we go.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3 (Prologue)

Chapter 2: Aegon the Ever Persistent

“Queen Alicent, may I borrow your ear for a moment?”

Larys Strong spoke up to Alicent when she entered her own chambers to find him there by himself. Rather a disturbed one he is.

Alicent looks around slightly perturbed but approaches nonetheless, taking the seat across from him and taking a deep breath before speaking.

“What is so important that it could not wait until tomorrow?”

“You had told me many many moons ago that if anything about Lady Y/N’s Death made its way through to come to you immediately, so here I am.”

Seven years ago Alicent had to inform young Aemond of Lady Y/N’s passing and he was inconsolable for days until he heard of her funeral and ran away on Vhagar to witness it himself.

When Aemond arrived back he was beyond bewildered, Alicent didn’t even have time to yell at Aemond before he said.

“He did something to them…”

Your uncle had attempted to prevent him from even peeking at your burial, telling him to go home before he gets Winterfell in trouble for housing a runaway Prince. With his little boy strength he pushed through your uncle and his sons to see, nothing, there was nothing in the casket. Any Targaryen-born person would know well enough that even bones would still remain after a little fire like that.

He had been rushed away and all but kicked out of Winterfell.

He begged his Mother to punish your uncle for it must’ve been his fault. She told him she couldn’t do anything as there was no proof he had done anything to you or Cregan.

Alicent mentioned to Larys in passing to tell her if anything regarding you was mentioned through his web of spies.

7 years later, she’d honestly mostly forgotten about that interaction.

“…What is it?”

“House Glover has personally sent two Direwolf pups to Lys for House Rogare.”

“So? Lysandro probably got the taste for exotic pets, or one of his children wanted a dog.”

“Don’t you find it, a small coincidence that Lysandro Rogare adopts a child slightly after the ‘death’ of Lady Y/N? And coincidentally receives two Direwolf pups from Y/N’s mothers house? House Rogare has been wanting to stick their hand in Westerosi politics for years before this.”

“I suppose, but, what do I do with this? I can’t tell Aemond. He’ll run off to Lys like he ran off to Winterfell.”

“It is no matter to me, I simply told what you wanted me to tell. And do not worry, this information is free.”

Larys takes his leave and slowly makes his way out of Alicents chambers leaving her to dwell with this knowledge.

Alicent takes a deep breath to think, closing her eyes and restarting her old habit of picking at her skin, but as a Queen, a Wife, and a Mother. There truly is no real rest.

“Aemond will be thrilled to know won’t he? Let me tell him.”

A joking voice comes from the chair in front of the lit fire, Aegon. That little shit.

“What are you doing here?! Do I get no privacy even in my own chambers?!”

“Whattt, I like coming into your chambers. I like the ambiance, Mother. You know what, I’ll go tell Aemond right now. He should be at the training grounds at this time-“

Aegon was cut off by a cut through the air with a slap. Alicent has stricken her eldest once again, oh how he drives her there so fast. She tries to keep the peace between her children, yet Aegon is always stirring the pot.

“You will not be telling Aemond of any such thing! You will not have him on a wild goose chase after a dead girl! Do not give him hope! You have tormented your brother enough! And for Sevens sake get the hells out of my chambers Aegon!”

For the one time in moons Aegon is sober for an hour, it's when Alicent needs him to be drowned in his sorrows.

Aegon puts his hand on his burning cheek and turns with his tail between his legs to no doubt run to the taverns and whore houses.

Though Aegon always has had a loud mouth, especially when drunk.

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Aemond attempts to sit in peace and quiet as the storm outside rages on. Rain tends to make his eyeless-socket ache, so he blows out all the candles and lays back to let the pain take its course for the night. If no one else bothers him for the rest of the night-

“Aemondddddddddddd!!!!!!”

Maybe if he pretends that he isn’t in his chambers-

“Aemondddddd I know you’re in thereeeeee!!!!!!!! It’s your big brotherrrrrrr!!!!!!!!”

Aegon the ever persistent is what they’d call him if he was King…

Aemond sighed and put his eyepatch on but left his sapphire to soak in a goblet of water. Sometimes he could out wait Aegon if he was drunk enough but the night is still young…

Aemond opens his chamber doors and instantly moves out of the way to let Aegon fall onto the floor in the doorway. Aegon climbs to his feet stumbling here and there but making it to Aemonds chair.

“What do you want brother?”

“I have a little tiny little- um secret from mother, but!- you can’t tell Aemond because mother told me not to tell Aemond so you can’t tell Aemond or mother will get mad at you for telling Aemond, alright Aemond?!”

What in the seven hells is wrong with this boy? Aemond did not like not knowing things, and it would not be his fault for letting Aegon ramble on…

“Alright, I promise not to tell Aemond anything.”

“Great! I would have dieddddddd without telling someone this! I-I overheard mother talking to Larys about that little Stark girl you fancied when we were kids. He told herrrrr that she might still be alive in, get this! Lys with House Rogare! Can you believe that?! Bet she’s a real beauty now… yes…”

Aemond felt his blood rush cold and his body couldn’t move, not once in his life had he been unable to think, unable to speak…

“Aemond? Where did you go? Are you even listen-“

Aemond couldn’t bear to hear Aegon speak another fucking word, he grabbed the elder boy by the face to shut him the hells up.

“Are you sure that’s what you heard Aegon? Are you so certain you’d bet your life that she’s alive?!”

“Well thatsssss a bit of a stretch for a girl that I do not care for but…”

Gods he is fucking insufferable, but if that meant Y/N was alive… he would bear through his drunken rambles… His mother wanted to keep this from him?

“Why did mother keep this from me- I mean Aemond.”

“Well- you know how Aemond got when her Uncle buried her, he ran away and got his arse locked out of W-Winterfell…”

“Ae- Aegon!”

Aegon started falling asleep in Aemonds chair, once he fell asleep it was near impossible to wake him up. Aemond didn’t want his drunken brother throwing up on his floors.

“I’m up! Well, look at the moon, the night is still young I have to get back out, whores won’t fuck themselves. I have to pay them to do that.”

Aegon hoists himself out of the chair, surprisingly keeping his balance and giving Aemond a big pat on the chest. Not before taking a big gulp of the goblet where Aemond soaks his eye-sapphire in.

“Disgusting, your Wine tastes like water… Where did you get ice at this time of year?”

As quick as he comes he’s gone again. Leaving Aemond baffled and dumbfounded but with a new sense of purpose nonetheless.

If you were in Lys, he has to know, he must know, if it’s the last thing he ever does.

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #house of the dragon

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 6 - Prompt: Brave @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 674 words

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“What happened to you?” Lily demanded, hands on her hips. “Whose arse am I kicking?”

Remus waved dismissively as he limped over to her table and slid into the booth. “It was animal-adjacent. No need to bury a body.”

“Animal-adjacent? Explain.”

“Sirius has a dog. As in a massive, burly creature who thinks he’s a wee sprout.”

She’d just taken a drink and promptly spluttered trying not to spit out. As Lily choked and coughed into her hand, her eyes watered. She waved frantically at him to continue.

“Are you alright?”

Lily cleared her throat twice and croaked out, “Yeah, fine. You talked to Sirius? Met his dog? That was brave, for you.”

“Yes, well. I was flattened by his dog before I realised that he was the one walking Padfoot.”

“It’s name is Padfoot?”

“His, yes. A Newfoundland apparently.”

She frowned, eyes flicking upward in thought. Remus waited to see if she recognised the breed, but after a full minute in silence, she shook her head. He pulled out his mobile and searched for pictures, then handed it over.

“It looks a bit like a Great Pyrenees, if you squint?” she asked, peering at the screen.

“Well, Padfoot is bigger than that. I don’t know about the whole breed.”

Lily’s eyebrows lifted to her hairline. “And you were assaulted by this dog?”

“Yes, and no,” he said, shrugging lightly. “He did knock me down twice, but the bruises are technically from Sirius. We fell while trying to hold Padfoot back from a sausage vendor and I caught an elbow to the eye and a boot to the leg.”

“Did he apologise, at least?”

“No, Sirius was busy chasing after the dog.”

She leaned forward and folded her arms on the table. “He left you like that? Bruised and battered?”

Remus sighed, rubbing his forehead. It sounded so much worse than it was. Sirius ran off to prevent the big, beefy fellow in an apron who was holding tongs from snapping them at the dog, not because he was an inconsiderate prick. He’d practically thrown Sirius after the dog, so it was unlikely he even realised that Remus was hurt when he limped away slightly humiliated.

“There were exigent circumstances. Padfoot was free and that dog is a menace, from what I’ve seen…and personally experienced. Sweet as honey, but a menace.”

“Sounds like Sirius,” she teased, smirking as she relaxed against the booth. “He is fun though.”

“He says the dog is exactly like James, which also seems to fit. I think they’re opposite sides of the same coin.” Remus accepted the Guinness that the server dropped off in front of him, then savoured it with a slow sip.

Lily bobbed her head side to side in vague agreement. “Possibly, they’re both sweet. James came into the bookshop today with his parents and they were adorable together.”

“Sounds nice. I haven’t met the Potters yet.”

Her phone pinged with a new text message. “Quick question. Does Sirius know that you’re obsessed with him?”

“No, but I think I was pretty obvious about fancying him,” Remus said, leaning forward to peek at her screen. “Why?”

“Because I just received a text from him asking if we’re actually friends, or if he has another stalker.”

“Another stalker? Who was the first?”

Lily arched an eyebrow as she slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Are you jealous of Sirius’s stalker? For pity’s sake, Remus!”

He groaned and dropped his forehead onto the table. “I know I’m pathetic, Lily. No need to lecture me about it.”

“I commend you for self-awareness, but let’s rein in the stalking. Just ask him out.”

“Shut it. It was light stalking, at best. I was looking for his best friend, actually. Stalking by proxy, if you will,” Remus defended, flailing a hand above his prone head.

“I will not,” she retorted flatly. “I will, however, ask if he knows how you ended up with a black eye and a limp. That might buy you a little sympathy.”

Remus sighed. “I’ll take sympathy. That’s better than suspicion.”

#the marauders #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #Lily Evans #wolfstar microfic

[ametistacollinsworld]

☠ J, V and N x Masochist! Worker drone Reader hcs ☠

My 28 request! Hope you like!

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Lmao- What am I doing- I'm so sorry-

Well- I guess you were always embarrassed to admit you were a masochist- I mean- A worker drone who likes to feel pain?? Weird and bizarre to say the least, I'm sorry-

Then one day, you get the bright idea to escape the colony..just for a few hours- You need some new knives and bandages anyway- (Dora the Explorer-)

But of course..everything went wrong! Or not, in your case…I guess? On your way back to the colony you ended up encountering J, V and N, who started chasing you and while you were running for your life not wanting to die- (Run bruh-)

But of course.. when you tried to dodge one of J's shots, you ended up tripping and falling to the ground, injuring your chest and arm in the process, giving V the opportunity to put her 'foot' on you.

J and V were discussing what they could do with you, since they were so bored at the time, and N was just looking at you curiously. Like:

" J I'm sooo bored- Can we use this thing as target practice or something?" V asked in a bored tone, poking her teeth with one of her blades, which J rolled her eyes.

" Why not? All the company wants from us is that we got rid of them, nothing more. But they didn't say anything about using one of theirs as entertainment " J said giving you a dry look, which V chuckled.

" Uh.. could we… have them as a pet J? " N finally butted in saying his idea shyly, which made the two murder drones turn with a serious look at him.

" Why is that exactly? " J asked simply yet with a serious look of suspicion. V was no better, also wearing a questioning look to the male murder drone.

" I just always wanted to have a pet.. can we make this our new pet? Please? " N said giving puppy dog eyes to the two female drones.

" Ugh.. what do you think about that V? " J asked giving a disgusted grunt, which V shrugged.

" Nhe- Why not? This is more interesting than targeting them..I think" V said rolling her eyes, and then taking her 'foot' off you.

J,V and N would then chain you inside the spaceship (similar to what happened to V), preventing you from escaping.

They would constantly use you as a backup source of oil if they were overheating, that means lots of bite marks on your arms and legs- not that you mind too much right?

J and V would love to watch your reactions when they discover your quirk- And oh boy! They would do this constantly..

N would be the coolest with you, always asking permission to bite you, which you accepted with no apparent resistance.

J would constantly make you get on all fours so she could sit on your back like a bench-

Basically- You became emergency food and pet of 3 Murder drones- Yeah-

#md #murder drones #murder drones x reader #murder drones n #md n #murder drones v #md v #murder drones j #md j #murder drones n x reader #murder drones j x reader #murder drones v x reader

[spahhzy]

Yang walked toward Jaune, who just looked at the relic.

Yang: Hey- what's gotten into you? Didn't you hear what Penny said? It's fake!

Yang then snatched it out of Jaune's hands and looked at it.

Jaune: That's mine!

Yang rolled her eyes.

Yang: Fine. Fetch.

She said before tossing it over her shoulders. The fake relic hit the ground multiple times before stopping at the edge of the bridge. Jaune immediately chased after it to collect it but stopped seeing as someone else already grabbing it.

Jaune: Cinder...

The group all turned around to see a Seer holding the relic.

Cinder: This is the key... which will help grant access to the true relic hidden between worlds.

Penny: Give it back!

Penny tried to take the relic back from the Seer but was too late as Jaune watched, transfixed, as Cinder flew up into the air using her maiden powers while holding said relic.

Cinder: At last-the time has come!

Suddenly, a tear in the sky manifested as Grimm began pouring out of the tear.

Penny: Grimm!?

Cinder looked down at them with a smirk as Jaune pushed past Penny.

Jaune: No... Cinder.

Cinder floated back down, and as soon as her feet touched the other half of the broken bridge, black roots and branches began spawing out of nowhere, all spiraling and extending out to different ways but all connecting one end to another.

Ruby ran up right next to Penny, who also looked ahead as the Seer just stood at the other end of the bridge.

Cinder outstretched her hand to Jaune.

Cinder: I'm waiting, Jaune.

And suddenly, materializing in her hand was the relic.

Ruby and Penny looked on at Jaune, who stood at the edge of the bridge, began to walk forward as if not under his own control.

Jaune continued his slow walk across the vine as Ruby and Penny tried calling out to him but to no avail.

Meanwhile, Weiss, Yang, Nora, Ren, and Blake were all fighting the Grimm that had just spawned. Nora and Ren could only watch helpless as their leader walked to the Seer, unable to do anything.

Finally, Jaune made it to the other side, and when he did, Cinder let the relic fall from her hands, dropping near Jaune, who, like someone possessed, dove to his knees and picked it up, staring at it and holding it gently.

Cinder: Rise, Jaune.

Cinder stood before him again, her hand once more out stretched, waiting for him to hand her the relic.

Cinder: Bring it to me.

Jaune, like a puppy, stood back up and began walking to Cinder, his hand holding out to give Cinder the relic, or he would have if he wasn't tackled from behind by Ruby the relic falling out of his hands and onto the ground, just enough distance for Penny to run up from behind and pick it up.

Jaune distraught looked at Penny with a pleading look.

Jaune: Penny, please!

Jaune reached out to her but was stopped by Ruby, who was trying to hold him down.

Ruby: Jaune! Snap out of it!

Cinder: Yes, Jaune. Snap out of it.

Jaune just looked at Cinder, then he shoved away Ruby to the ground before getting back on his feet and looking at Penny.

Penny clutched the relic to her chest as she looked at Jaune in his eyes, pupils shrunken down and glazed over as if he wasn't their like It was someone else entirely.

Penny shook her head.

Penny: I'm sorry, friend-jaune, but I can't let you have this.

Penny began to run away on one of the branches or tried to as she was stopped by some small Grimm flying around her, preventing her from going any further.

Cinder leaned into Jaune's ear.

Cinder: If she won't give it to us. We must take it from her.

Like a dog given orders, Jaune's pupil expanded, and he began to move to Penny. Ruby tried to intervene but was pushed back by more Grimm.

Ruby: Jaune! Stop!

But her words had done nothing, Jaune began shambling towards Penny, head swaying side to side in his run, almost like he was a puppet.

Penny, seeing this, used one of her swords to swipe away at the small Grimm stopping her. She took off further down the big root as Jaune began to laugh, which unsettled her.

Jaune: Penny!

Penny looked behind her to see Jaune slowly catching up to her. She was ready to run again, but more Grimm got in her way.

Jaune: Let's talk!

Penny just swiped away at the Grimm again before running away again.

Jaune continued his pace as he laughed once more.

Jaune: I need it...

Penny continued to run, and Jaune just followed her.

Jaune: Penny...

Penny continued to run, adamant on not giving Jaune the Relic.

Jaune: Give it to me...please?

The way he said it was so cold, Penny kept running, but she was beginning to run out of ground.

Jaune: You can trust me!

Jaune: Let's save the world together.

Penny, to her horror, had nowhere else to go. She reached a dead end.

Jaune: Penny~

Jaune was a few feet away from her, holding his hand out to her.

Jaune: The relic, Penny.

Penny gasped as she saw the Seer behind Jaune.

Penny looked at the relic in her hand before looking back at Jaune.

Penny: Whatever happens, friend-Jaune. I'm here for you.

The relic then floats from her hands and into Jaune's awaiting one, it falls into his hands as he looks at Penny.

Jaune: Thank you.

Turning his back to her, he saw Cinder behind him waiting and like a puppy begin called back by their master Jaune ran up to her, presenting the relic to her once more, Cinder took it from him as Jaune had a smile on his face, Jaune then heard Penny struggling as Grimm swarmed all around her.

Jaune turned around, and suddenly memories began appearing in his head.

Jaune: Penny!

Jaune then sprinted toward her, ready to rescue her as Cinder just held her smile.

Penny: Jaune!

Penny smiled, seeing that Jaune had returned to normal but distracted herself as she was pushed off the edge by one of the Grimm.

Jaune dove and caught her outstretched hand to where she was now dangling over the edge.

Penny looked up and saw Jaune struggling to hold on, then she saw her, Cinder. She was floating again, holding the relic in one hand and a fireball in her Grimm one.

She smiled at them before shooting at the root, thus causing it to snap and break, the action making Jaune and Penny plummet to the ground below.

Cinder smirked at her work, but there was still so much to be done.

Cinder: Hurry up, Jaune.

#jaune arc #penny polendina #ruby rose #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #lie ren #ff7 rebirth #cinder fall

[nautiscarader]

Let's spend midnight up on the roof (Wendip,G/T)

Let's spend midnight up on the roof (Wendip,G/T) (Ao3)

Dipper Pines could not believe his sister could fall asleep so easily. Then again, after a week in Gravity Falls, where nearly each day was spent either chasing some mythical creatures or beings or being chased by them, they both deserved rest.

But the journal… a curiosity that trumped gnomes or gobblewonker prevented Dipper from falling asleep. He carefully turned each page, reading what once would have been pure fantasy for him, but now was an exciting - and potentially deadly - possibility.

KNOCK, KNOCK!

Dipper let out a girly shriek and jumped in place when he heard someone knocking on the glass of the triangular window. He was even more surprised by the identity of the intruder.

"Wendy?!", Dipper asked, staring at the red-head, waving at him to let her in.

"'Sup, dude", she asked nonchalantly, "Wanna go up on the roof?"

It took the flabbergasted Dipper a moment to even form a response, and another one to verbalise it.

"Th-the roof?"

"Yeah, like we did earlier. Come on, I have a ladder here."

And with that, she took a step up the rope ladder she was on, giving Dipper a room. He hesitated for a bit, but once she also gave him a hand, he got onto the sill and then followed her up.

One step at a time, Dipper climbed up until he arrived at the same secluded part of the roof from which they were throwing pinecones earlier that day.

"Okay, but why would you go here so late-"

Dipper's voice broke as soon as he looked up, with the answer to his question thrown in his face.

For when his eyes adapted to the darkness, he was met with not just starry sky, but an explosion of lights, spanning his entire field of view. And smack in the middle of it, streaking across the sky like a river full of diamonds was something he only saw pictures of - the Milky Way.

And before he knew it, he was sitting next to Wendy, as his knees gave up, his mouth still open as he tried to absorb as much of the cosmic beauty as possible, finding it difficult to breathe.

"First time seeing something like that, city boy?"

"Yeah… I mean, we've been to a planetarium once, but this… This is so much better."

Dipper moved his head from one side to the other, making Wendy curious.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh, trying to find some constellations I know. I mean there is Little Dipper.", he pointed to the group of stars looking like his birthmark.

"Yeah", Wendy said, "I never bothered with them. I just like coming up with my own shapes. And names. Like, there is a star named Beetlejuice, right?"

"No, it's Betelgeuse."

"Beetlejuice"

"Be-tel-geuse", Dipper repeated slowly.

"Bee-tle-juice."

"HEY, GUYS!"

Both Dipper and Wendy jumped in place when they heard a third voice.

"Mabel! What are you doing here?"

"Me?", she countered, "What are YOU doing up so la-"

Mabel stopped as the sudden realisation hit her, her eyes shifting from one to the other.

"Oh, I see…", she spoke with mischievous tone, "Not gonna interrupt you two".

And with a sly smile still lingering on her face, she climbed down the ladder.

"What was that supposed to mean?"

"Beats me.", Wendy shrugged,"So, you wanna do some renaming?"

Dipper hesitated for a moment.

"Uh, sure. Are-are there any rules, or…"

Wendy snickered.

"Man, you do like to overthink stuff. I'll go first… This is Blerblonia, the brightest star in the constellation of Stinking Cheese".

"Where?"

"There." Wendy took his hand traced a wedge-like shape between three stars. "Now you name the other two."

"Okay", Dipper took a moment to come up with something creative. "This one's gonna be Pineconis, and this one Alpha Soda."

"Nice. Now find some cool shape."

"Okay… there! If you connect these five you get…a Lawnmower!"

"How?", Wendy asked, unable to follow his logic.

"How should I know? There is a constellation called 'Hunting Dogs', and all it is are literally two stars. TWO! You know what you can draw with these? A stick. Or maybe a bone."

Wendy laughed.

"Okay, I think I see your lawnmower… So I will name these a Stretched Ferret", she pointed to a few stars lining up. "And the brightest one will be called…Tim"

"Okay, I can see i-Wait, you have used one of my stars!", he protested.

"So what? It's like that crossword-making game, now I can snatch your points."

She shot him with a wicked grin.

"Oh, it is on!", Dipper corrected his position, took a sip from a can and pointed his hand up. "Say goodbye to your Cheese constellation, I'm making a whole Charcuterie Board with Beta Brie-onis and Gamma-Gouda! Here, and here, and here…"

And with that, they spent the next hour or so making up silly names, until even their desire for unrestricted silliness had to move aside when tiredness stepped in. And when Dipper Pines hit the bed, it only took him a few seconds to fall asleep, letting even the precious journal be forgotten for now…

xxxx

Dipper Pines let out a deep sigh, staring at the vast Milky Way spanning the night's sky. In the ten years since he first saw it, on the same roof he was now lying on, it hasn't lost anything of its beauty…

"I thought I'd find you here". Dipper flinched when he heard a familiar voice and saw a familiar face in the hatch. "May I join ya?"

"S-Sure", Dipper replied, still feeling the same fluster towards Wendy as when he was twelve. "I mean, it is your secret spot"

"Heh, not so secret. Pretty much everyone has been here. I should be charging money for it…"

An awkward silence fell between the two. The same silence that started earlier that day when the Pines have returned once more to Gravity Falls, and Wendy realised how much one person can change in a span of a year.

"So…", Dipper spoke again, "Do-do you want to rename some stars?"

"Dude", Wendy shot him with a judgemental stare, "Are you for real?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right, that is a bit childish, and-"

Wendy burst into laughter.

"Dipper, I'm messing with you", she punched him in the arm, "At least that hasn't changed about you."

She moved closer to her friend, and before he could verbalise any of his worries, Wendy pulled out her phone.

"Actually, I found this cool song that fits what we were doing. Wanna listen?"

Dipper nodded. Wendy took a moment to find it and hit 'play'.

Let's spend midnight up on the roof letting stars stare us in th'face no one is gonna care that we are rediscovering their names.

"Wow, that is pretty spot on", Dipper commented, his eyes meeting Wendy's, her loving gaze being the only response.

When I reach my hand to you How can I disagree with fate? I make my decision: happiness or hate.

Dipper felt her fingers intertwine with his, his heart's beat mixing with the one from the song.

It's not so hard to see, I've got the whole world within my reach especially with you lying next to me.

With Wendy's face just inches away from his, he closed his eyes, still seeing the myriad of stars, including the two brightest ones of emerald shade…

Let's spend midnight up on the roof watching stars with naked eyes, and let everyone see naked us under naked sky.

At the same time, the two young adults jumped back, their eyes open wide and faces covered in various shades of red.

"Woah, woah, this is a lil' heavy."

"Y-yeah, I agree.", Wendy quickly turned the music off, "We're not there yet."

Another long silent pause fell between the two as they both tried to comprehend what Wendy has just blurted out.

"…yet?"

Wendy sighed and without much deliberation jumped the chestnut-haired boy, cutting him off from the starry sky he was staring at.

He wasn't complaining, though.

Okay, so this a first songfic I have ever written.... kinda. There is a Polish song called "The roof", and I heard it on the radio, lying in hospital, I thought "oh, this IS a Wendip song!". So I spent some time not just translating, but also trying to match the rhythm and rhymes - not the whole song, just the chorus and a verse, and I allowed myself to move a line ore two.But I think I haven't failed that much.Lemme know if you want full literal translation to see how I've done my job.

Happy Valentine's day!

#nautiscaraderfics #wendip #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #gravity falls

[winterbanner]

Golden (Bucky x Fem!Reader)

Summary: The Avengers are a family. They spend their days off together, relaxing by the lakeside, bathing in the summer sun. Bucky is hesitant to join in the festivities, but he can never say no to you.

Tags: Fluff, Some Insecure!Bucky, Slight Angst, Sam and Clint Are Little Shits, 100% Summer Vibes 

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Some Allusions to Bucky's Past, Explicit Language, Non-Sexual Nudity

A/N: I request your sincerest congratulations as I have finally managed to write something that isn't sad lol. 

It had been decades since Bucky had truly felt the sun. Its warmth tingling his skin, as he took in the scene sprawled before him. 

There were no screams, just the sound of Sam’s hysterics as he pushed Clint off the pier and into the welcoming waters below. There were no soldiers, just heroes with suntanned skin and bright smiles. 

It felt like stepping into a different world, one where cold metal floors were replaced with green grass, and the sky transformed from inky black to cerulean blue. This world was filled with color, laughter and light; where the warm lake reflected sunlight in its gentle ripples. A great contrast to the harsh and icy-cold spray of the hose his handlers used to wash the blood off of his skin. 

Yes, it was a different world. 

A place Bucky Wasn't sure he belonged. 

They were a family. The Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes enjoying their day off, basking under a sun which only seemed to brighten the light that already ran through their veins. The same sun which seemed to emphasize the shadow that shrouded Bucky, his arms coated in a long sleeved shirt and gloves, despite the blaring heat. 

Steve had you on his shoulders, your face enlightened with slight panic and joy as he dunked you under the water, your hair soaking wet, your smile gleaming.

“Bucky!” You yelled, your eyes widening with excitement as you noticed his arrival. You began to race towards the shore, water splashing in your wake, the sun’s rays reflecting in the light of your eyes. 

“You came!” You exclaimed , as you approached his shadowy form, pure joy written on your expression. 

“Yeah I guess I did, Doll.” Bucky laughed, as you took his hand and led him down the hill and closer to your friends. His eyes remained entranced on your face, your perfectly sculpted lips going on and on about what a perfect day you had planned. 

“Are you gonna swim in jeans?” You questioned, your head cocked in confusion as you took in his choice of attire. 

“Oh um, I-I guess not.” 

Bucky’s mind began to swim with panic as his metal hand fumbled with the hem of his henley. The clothes he wore hid shadows underneath them; A body littered with mangled scars, and adorned with a metallic arm powerful enough to choke the life out of even the most innocent. 

You noticed his hesitancy; your hand giving his a loving squeeze in response. 

“We don’t have to swim ya know? Tony and Peter are grilling hot dogs and I’m sure we could-”

Suddenly a pit began to grow in Bucky's stomach, the feeling of being a burden. He didn't want to prevent you from enjoying your day off, especially not due to his own insecurities. He saw how much fun you were having with Steve, the way joy seemed to ripple off of you in waves. He didn’t want to make that go away, to somehow allow his shadow to suffocate the light you exuded. 

“No Doll. I-I wanna swim with you.” Bucky stated, as he gently let go of your hand to strip off his disguise, and down to his swim trunks. He felt exposed, his arm gleaming under the sunlight, his scars exposed for this new world to see. 

You reached for his hand again with a smile, before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

“Race ya to the water.” You challenged with a tenacious wink, as you barreled towards the shoreline. 

Bucky started running behind you, his shroud of shadows chasing light and laughter as you sprinted in front of him.

Just as your feet touched the water, he came up behind you and lifted you in his arms, your joyful giggles permeating his ears, as you willingly let him take you into his arms. 

“You let me win!” You exclaimed, a pout on your expression as Bucky threw you gently over his shoulder. 

“Nope. Doll, you must have some sort of serum in ya, because I swear to God I was struggling to keep up." 

You both laughed at his joke, as he put you down to stand on your own, the water now up to your waists. Your height caused you to have to look up when you spoke to him; your smile wide as you gazed into the silvery-blue of his eyes. 

Bucky swore that you were golden, the sun’s rays forming a sort of halo which encompassed your form, as you gazed up at him with an emotion Bucky could only hope was adoration. 

You were nothing, but a precious metal to be fawned over; to be cherished and beheld in awe. The way the sun reflected off of the warmth of your skin, how your hair glistened in its light; it was as if you were born from it. 

His Doll. 

His golden girl. 

This must’ve been a different world. Because there is no way in hell that the same reality that made you, could ever make something as mangled as Bucky. If you were golden, then he was something else entirely. Something cold, dark and alien. 

It was then that he noticed, a scar gracing your side, a line of reddened skin that cascaded across your soft and glistening skin. His hand mindlessly reached out to touch it, the metal of his fingers gently tracing your wound with the utmost of concern.

“It’s part of the job.” You explained with a shrug, your hand never once leaving his own. 

“Hey lovebirds! Could you two stop swooning and get your asses over here!” Clint yelled, causing both you and Bucky to shake your heads in amusement.

Soon enough, Bucky began to get used to your world. His eyes grew used to the color, and laughter began to feel more natural as it left his chest. He couldn’t help but notice the bruises that graced Natasha’s chest, and the scars that littered Wanda’s arm; their wounds making him feel less alien in comparison. 

It also helped how your hands always seemed to stay attached to his body, your arms wrapped around his waist, your palms running over the scars on his chest and shoulder’s without second thought. It was physical, it was close, welcoming and warm. 

He liked this world, and those that managed to sparkle within it. His heroic friends, and his golden girl. He liked the way you felt on his shoulders, how you allowed his bloodstained hands to grip your scantily clad form. He liked the way his smile stretched his cheeks, how the sun kissed his skin. 

He had you lifted up, his arms holding you tightly to his chest. The rest of the team had begun to make their way towards the shore, the sun beginning to set, painting the sky with hues of pink, orange and yellow. Meanwhile, you two remained, your painted nails gently raking through his hair, your eyes locked with his.

He felt how your other hand began to run up and down the metal of his arm, its plates shifting under your gentle touch. “Sorry for staring, I just don’t think I’ve ever seen it out in the open like this.” You whispered, your voiced laced with awe. 

“It looks so shiny out here, so bright. It’s beautiful.” 

Bucky took a moment to let your words settle in, the weight of your statement causing the shadows to flee from his presence, even if just for this moment. He shifted your weight onto flesh arm, so he could cup your face with his metal hand. The silver of his fingers, meeting your golden visage, as he leaned forward to press your lips against his own. 

Maybe this was, in fact, the same world that created him. He had just found the better part. 

A space where his silver could shine just as bright as your gold. 

A place where he had you.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you

[vickyvicarious]

Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the moonlit sky. I must have been asleep, for certainly if I had been fully awake I must have noticed the approach of such a remarkable place.

Jonathan, 5 May

As we travel on the rough road, for a road of an ancient and imperfect kind there was, I held down my head and slept. Again I waked with a sense of guilt and of time passed, and found Madam Mina still sleeping, and the sun low down. But all was indeed changed; the frowning mountains seemed further away, and we were near the top of a steep-rising hill, on summit of which was such a castle as Jonathan tell of in his diary.

Van Helsing, 5 November

This is a neat detail. Everyone seems to miss the moment when they arrive at the castle. They're all sleeping, and wake to find themselves suddenly in Dracula's lands. Even though the castle is such a dramatic landmark, it isn't something people see until it is right above them.

I think this could tie in neatly to the idea of vampires being unable to be put down on paper. At least in his notes, it seems Stoker toyed with the idea of making them impossible to photograph (the result coming out looking skeletal and dead) or paint (somehow always looking like a different person), and the idea of being unable to place Castle Dracula definitively on a map goes wonderfully with that. There is a general area they know of, but not specifics. I talked before about how both Jonathan and Van Helsing sense a change in the weather/atmosphere around them at a certain point in the Borgo Pass, not too long before the road that turns off towards the castle. That road is the last clear direction anyone seems able to give, what with the long, nightmarish journey during which all our characters seem to fall asleep. Jonathan fled away from the castle, but he was likely just rushing right through the woods for at least a while, and may not have been able to find his way back.

Today's entry both ties in and contrasts this in interesting ways.

Straight in front of us and not far off—in fact, so near that I wondered we had not noticed before—came a group of mounted men hurrying along. In the midst of them was a cart, a long leiter-wagon which swept from side to side, like a dog's tail wagging, with each stern inequality of the road. [...] We could distinguish clearly the individuals of each party, the pursued and the pursuers. Strangely enough those pursued did not seem to realise, or at least to care, that they were pursued; they seemed, however, to hasten with redoubled speed as the sun dropped lower and lower on the mountain tops. [...] Closer and closer they drew. The Professor and I crouched down behind our rock, and held our weapons ready; I could see that he was determined that they should not pass. One and all were quite unaware of our presence.

Mina, 6 November

Firstly, no one has any trouble seeing the castle itself anymore. Perhaps this is due to Van Helsing's precautions to prevent vampires from reaching it, or perhaps whatever usually stops people has been lifted by Dracula in order to allow the people serving him to get him there faster. (They have been able to get right up to the castle in the past, as well.) Maybe that effect was limited only to them but because the boys were all chasing someone they were able not to be led astray/put to sleep. Or maybe there wasn't anything supernatural going on with the sleepiness before at all, who knows.

But there's still that suddenness recurring here. Mina notices Dracula's group suddenly, and they're close enough that she's surprised they haven't spotted them before. There's some uncertainty whether the group knows about their pursuers (though it's possible they knew but were just trying to outrun them until sunset and didn't care otherwise). And Mina and Van Helsing are lurking unseen, until they appear before everyone suddenly just as they get close to the castle.

I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, but I just find it interesting.

#dracula daily #jonathan harker #van helsing #mina murray #also the vampire can't be depicted thing fits really interestingly #with the fact that how dracula is defeated is thanks to people PUTTING HIM ON PAPER in their accounts #first and key jonathan but others too even when he tries to hide in england

[gsirvitor]

Okay, I'm gonna try to stump you with this one:

What can you tell me about cat breeding and dog breeding?

There are different so-called "breeds" of dogs and cats, but they are all still distinctly dogs and cats. There are no ligers or mules among them where the genetics come to a halt (at least that's my understanding).

How does that whole thing work? And how did breeders manage to make breeds to be hypoallergenic (poodles), or hunt badgers (corgis), or racers (greyhounds), or hunt wolves (borzhois), or good swimmers (poodles again), or guard dogs (a bunch)?

I know significantly less about breeds of cats. Siamese are those skinny ones, persians have flat faces, and I forget the name that still has tiger stripes. My knowledge stops there.

Chromosomes.

Breeders bred dogs that held favorable traits, if a dog was larger he would breed it with another larger dog, same for if it was smaller, a breed is represented by a sufficient number of individuals that stably transfer specific characteristics over generations.

Dogs of the same breed have similar characteristics of appearance and behavior, primarily because they come from a select set of ancestors who had the same characteristics.

While it is true that all dogs are dogs, the breeds can be seen in the same light as human adaptation, people have evolved to suit a wide variety of climates and adapted different behaviors and appearances due to this, dog breeds are artificially induced adaptation, known to the layman as selective breeding, or to those of us who understand it, the only acceptable form of eugenics.

This is why despite dogs all being dogs, a terrier is different to a mastiff, they were bred for different jobs and thus have different morphologies and behaviors, terriers are typically ratting dogs who live on farms to chase out vermin, such as rats, mice, badgers etc, while mastiffs are guard and fighting dogs.

Modern breeds are primarily bred for looks, while the old working breeds still exist, many have lost their purposes, for instance many don't know this but Poodles weren't bred to be show dogs, they were also working dogs, they were bred to be water retrievers who swam out to fetch water fowl.

I mention poodles because they are the reason hypoallergenic dog breeds exist, they have hair instead of fur, this helped poodles not retain water and sink like a brick while swimming, this trait was then bred into other dogs by breeding with poodles which helped to prevent dander and shedding that led to allergies.

Something that you have to acknowledge is that we have been selectively breeding dogs for as long as we've known them, from killing off those who bit the hand of their master to choosing who they can breed with based on how they performed and behaved.

So, for more than 30'000 years we have been shaping dogs to fill roles given to them, hunting game, retrieving game, protecting crops and livestock, protecting settlements, war, pest control etc etc, as much as they are man's best friend they are also one of man's best tools.

[microwave-core]

Serenity

Lusamine x Fem! Reader

A long work day is enough to wear down even the most dedicated workaholics. Despite your tired state, the knowledge that your family was eagerly awaiting your return helps keep your fatigue at bay.

Your feet drag across the pristine marble of the courtyard. Shoulders slumped, attire wrinkled, and hair disturbed from the fly back home, you slowly walk towards your abode, knowing that your family were close by. 

Trailing close behind you, with far more energy than you could ever wish to have, is your dear Petilil, who hums happily, knowing dinner time was fast approaching. You envy her energy, even if it was food motivated. Her hobbled steps only increase in speed as yours slow, allowing her to easily beat you to the door, hopping up and down in sheer excitement. Life truly was simple for her, wasn’t it?

You open the door with a clumsy hand, nudging the rest of the way open with your shoulder. Petilli rushes inside as you stop to pull off your shoes, listening to the chatter from a few rooms over. Petilil’s figure in the nearby doorway quickly disappears, only to be replaced by an overjoyed Silvally, bounding up to you before you can free your hands from your heels.

You’re left defenseless as he licks up one side of your face, a gesture that was in equal parts loving and disgusting. With shoes pulled off and thrown to the side, your hands turn to the overgrown man-made dog, gently petting the sides of his head, preventing him from licking again. He barks in response, clearly content with your presence and affection, but your attention is elsewhere.

“Mom!” Lillie comes rushing through the door, as fast as the two pokemon before her, and throws her arms around you. She’s rocking back and forth on her heels, smiling brightly, eyes brimming with excitement. You're about to greet her in return, moving one of your arms around her back and shoulder, but she cuts you off.

“You won’t believe where we went today! We went to Heahea City!” Her words come out quickly, clearly looking forward to unraveling the tale that took place earlier in the day.

“All the way out to Akala, huh? I’m sure you got to see all kinds of pokemon out there, didn’t you?” “Mmhmm! Mom let us go to the nearby beach, and we got to chuck all of the Pyukumuku that washed up on the shore.”

“You didn’t even touch any of them, Lillie.” Gladion appears in the door this time. His tone seems slightly annoyed, which his expression reflects. Still, you knew that he was just as excited to talk about their day as Lillie, he just didn’t like to show it. He’s a teenage boy, after all.

“That’s not my fault. They were all slimy!” Lillie uncoils her arms from you, grimacing at the mere memory of the water type’s feel. “Besides, I had to watch Vulpix so she didn’t swim too far away from the shore.” Gladion scoffs at her reasoning, about to fire back before you step in. You loved them both dearly, but a petty sibling squabble wasn’t something you had the energy to deal with right now.

“So you chucked them back into the water all by yourself then, Gladoin? I’m sure that was real fun, and I’m sure the Pyukumuku appreciated it, too.” 

“Are you kidding? It was the best!” This causes him to smile, patiamiming his throwing stance. “They just let you pick ‘em up and do whatever. Silvally tried to chase after them, even caught one midair before it hit the water. I wish we could have stayed longer.”

“We couldn’t stay, we had to go to-” Lillie is caught off by Lusamine calling after them both, finally appearing from the dining room. She looks at them kindly, but there’s a hint of exasperation behind her gaze.

“There you are. I know you’re both excited to tell mom all about what happened today, but you should let her get further than the front door before jumping on her.” She looks both of them in the eyes before meeting yours, flashing a closed-eye smile. “Welcome home, dear. As you can see, we missed you dearly.” She walks over, maneuvering around your daughter and Silvally to press a kiss to your check, causing Lillie and Gladion to wretch and groan. Parents showing affection was truly the most repulsive sight they’ve ever been subjected to.

“You two go run back to the table and finish dinner, alright? We’ll be there soon.” Gladion mutters something under his breath, walking away in fear of witnessing the creation of more cooties, Lillie (and Silvally) following shortly behind.

You breathe out a sigh, shedding your coat before fully leaning into Lusamine’s touch, head against her chest. She laughs, running a comforting hand up and down the length of your back, coaxing another, more content sigh from your lips.

“Seems like you had a long day, hmm?” “Far too long. What I would have given to join you all on Akala... I would much rather chuck sea cucumbers into the ocean for eight hours straight instead of… well, you know.” You peel away from her loving embrace, fighting your pleaing mind’s desire to stay.

“And you know we would have all loved that, too, even if some of us won’t say it outloud.” You snort at her comment, knowing how she loathes grappling with Gladion’s ‘I’m too cool to be hanging around my parents’ attitude. 

“What brought you out there, anyways? Just decided to take a day trip to get away from work for a bit?” Arceus knows that’s what you would have done if you had the chance.

“Actually, I went to speak to Professor Burnet at her lab. They’ve made quite a few discoveries over there, and I just couldn’t help but talk with her about them in person.” There’s a glimmer in her eyes as she speaks, obviously enthralled with whatever complex discussion they had. From the look alone, you know you wouldn’t understand a lick of it.

“So it was work after all? Well, at least you got to relax on the beach for a bit, or at least watch after Lillie and Gladion clean it up.” A yawn breaches from your lips, stretching as you finally begin to move into the kitchen. It was high time you got some dinner in you, and it was only a matter of time before Petilil came to harass you for hers.

“Who’s to say I didn’t pitch in? Even if they can live on the sand, it’s much better for them if they stay in the shallow water, and it protects them from being tripped over, as well.” Despite her elegant appearance, your wife’s physical strength was nothing to scoff at.

The image of her throwing them alongside Gladion, along with your desire for food, makes you forget all about Lillie being cut off from before. Of course, it wouldn’t remain a secret for long, as Lillie and Gladion will likely blab about their short trip to Konikoni before you even sit down.

But if Lusamine’s lucky, she might be able to present the darling necklace she spent the afternoon picking out for you in complete surprise.

#pokemon x reader #lusamine x reader #fem reader #dont look at the banner dont look at it dont #orginally intended to do this differently but i didnt bc uh reasons #booted up my copy of ultra moon for the first time in a long time to describe the ground #except its not my actual copy bc my 3DS is modded teehee #domestic setting... good food #hope you like it anon you have great taste

[desmond69miles]

maybe the only post I’ll do for kinktober? no idea.

this is very much something. what it is? you’ll have to read it. inspired by my med teacher who taught us about the history of vibrators today in class ✨✨

—> synopsis: Only woman in your house besides your gravely ill mother, it was a great concern when you fell ill out of nowhere. That is where your family physician, Doctor G. Way came into play. Despite your fathers otherwise wishes, you were brought to Dr. Way’s clinic for overnight supervision and treatment.

—> warnings: revenge era gerard, victorian au, vibrators, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, hysteria, female hysteria, loss of innocence, sexual inexperience, overstimulation, glove kink, mask kink, Doctor/Patient, medical setting/kink, older male/younger woman

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It had made you feel like a bad person, wishing that your mothers condition got worse. Of course you never wished anything pallid or something that caused harm, maybe just a small spike in a fever or she had trouble sleeping at night. Or maybe an injury that happened to your younger brothers, just something that needed medical attention.

Because with every injury or sickness came your family’s physician, Doctor Gerard Way. He had been your family’s main care provider since you were ten, and what you thought was just a silly little childhood crush blossomed into an infatuation with the doctor. No one in your family knew, and of course the doctor himself could never know. The bite back that would happen if your family found out you had feelings for a measly physician would be terrible. The daughter of an earl dating a lowly physician? Blasphemy! Hell, you didn’t even know what his face looked like in full, not really!

Everytime Dr. Way came to visit, he wore an elegant mask, pointed into an elongated beak. It was mainly black with red and gold stitching, some red and white flowered etched in onto the base of the mask. It covered the bottom half of his face, leaving his deep brown eyes to show any hint of emotion. And they were expressive, you had learned.

They were gentle when caring for your mother or bandaging a siblings sprain, and firm when telling your father to lose weight or to not miss a medication dosage.

He didn’t look your way often, but you did try to give him opportunities to. You tried to provide an extra set of hands when ever he was at your estate, holding your mothers hand or calming your crying brothers. If he asked, you were already halfway gone to fetch what he needed.

Your father allowed your behavior, after all it is good for a housewife to learn first aid. Your older brother teased you for it, calling you a make-shift house-wench. Of course, if your parents knew your true thoughts, they would stop at nothing to prevent you from seeing Dr. Way again.

Because you were not just only emotionally infatuated with him, you found he did physical things to you, aswell. Even a simple brush of his eyes against yours, or his calm voice telling you “Good day, Lady [last]” sent sparks down your spine. Luckily, you were good at hiding your crush on the doctor, but you knew it would only be a short amount of time before your father found out about it. It was harder to keep still the longer you went without seeing the doctor, the last time being a month ago when your brother tripped down the stairs chasing the dog.

Your parents thought he had broken his ankle, but when Dr. Way came, he assured them it was only a bad sprain. You helped bandage your brothers ankle, and when Dr. Way bumped his hand with yours, you nearly fainted.

“Keep him on bedrest for at least three weeks, and when he can no longer sit still, light exercise only.” He said sternly to your father, your brother held in your arms as you stood next to the Doctor. “Thank you, Doctor. We don’t know what we would do without you.” Your father smiled, shaking the gloved hand of the doctor. “Oh, I think you’d be ok. Lady [Name] is getting exceptionally well at helping me around. She was very helpful today when bandaging [Brother].”

Then, he had done something he had never done before. He took your hand that was stationed by your side, placing the back of it to the underside of his mask in an imitation of a kiss. Your eyes blew wide, his own chocolate eyes staring into yours before placing your hand back down by your side. You smiled, “It’s all thanks to you, Doctor. I wouldn’t learn what I have without you.”

“Still, you have an exellect space for medicine. It’s not everyday I meet someone with the mind for health.” He tapped his temple. “If you were not the daughter of a noblemen, I would sure hire you at my clinic.”

“That’s very nice of you, Doctor.” Your father interjected, coldly. “My daughter is perfectly fine here. I’m sure you have other patients to attend to?”

Dr. Way nodded, rolling his shoulders. “Of course, good day Earl [Last], Lady [Name].” He said before taking his leave, exiting through the large front doors.

Most nights you laid in bed and replayed that fraudly kiss over in your mind, wondering what it would be like if it was his real lips. It didn’t mean that he returned your feelings, did it? Did it mean that he wished to court you? It was stupid. You can’t be seen dating a Physician.

But if that was the case, it explained his hesitancy. You were the daughter of a high Earl while he was a common physician. There was no glimmer of hope that you could marry him, let alone court him.

You couldn’t deny your mind though, what it would feel like. What it would feel like for his gloved hands to trail down your neck, down to your waist, his lips placed on yours, his hand dipping down to...

“[Name]!”

When you went to turn around, your head tilted and you felt yourself bump into the wall before crashing to the ground.

When you awoke, there was a horrible stinging smell in your nose. It took a second for your eyes to open, to see your sickly mother held up by your father, holding a glass of smelling salts. Your mother pulled the glass away from you and you looked to the door, seeing your brothers stand still.

“Mother? Father? What happened?” You groaned, rubbing your eyes with your cold and clammy hands.

“Well, you fainted darling.” Your father said, helping your mother to sit down in a chair next to your bed. “Why?” You asked. “Well, we don’t know. That's why we called someone who will.”

Despite having fainted a few hours prior, you felt your heart leap out of your chest. You were going to see the doctor, and it was going to be about you! You couldn’t help but get giddy.

A few hours had passed since you awoke, and you were starting to think that your little fainting spell had been nothing. But every time you tried to leave your room, your father or one of your brothers were there to send you right back into your room. After the third or fourth time, you had given up and changed into a nightgown, picking up a book and flipping to where you last left off.

It had been about three hours before your father knocked, “Are you decent? Dr. Way is here.” You smiled, and quickly replied with a simple “yes.”

Soon after, the brown-haired man opened your door and walked through, stethoscope around his neck. He was still dressed in that mask, eyelashes batting when he blinked at you.

“Why did you call me here today, Lady [Name], Gerard said, placing his medical bag on the foot of your bed. “Well, we called you because...” Your father was cut off when Dr. Way interjected. “I believe I asked Lady [Name], not you.” Way tilted his head at your father before turning back to you, crossing his arms. “My father called you here because I fainted, but truly, I’m fine!”

“No, your not! Dr. Way, not only has she fainted, but she has been acting really skittish and in her mind! She does not finish her meals anymore, and locks herself up in her room all day!”

The doctor could see you grimace at your fathers words, clearly exposed in your state. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave, the Lady [Name] has to be properly relaxed for me to address her.” Dr. Way nodded before motioning a hand over to you.

“[Name], is this alright with you? He is a man... and a much older one than you.”

“Yes, father. I trust Dr. Way to remain professional.” You hoped you didn’t sound too eager.

Your father left a few seconds after you spoke, a clear dissatisfied look on his face.

With your father gone, Way sat down on your bed. “I need to check your pulse.” He said, pulling off one of his pristine white gloves.

His voice was so calm, so collected. It made you feel relaxed.

You nodded, outstretching one of your wrists for him to assess you, but it never came. Instead, his fingers reached out farther, tilting your jaw to the side and placing his index and middle finger on your necks pulse point.

After a good thirty seconds in that awkward situation, Dr. Way pulled his hand back and slid his glove back onto his pale skin, standing up to let your father back in.

“You said that Lady [Name] has been experiencing other symptoms, correct? Always being in her head and being more skittish?” He replayed your fathers words, adjusting his black tie. “Y-Yes! She has also been so quiet, unlike she normally is!”

Dr. Way closed his eyes and tilted his head, as if he was pondering about something.

“I think Lady [Name] is experiencing early symptoms of Hysteria.”

Your father gasped, though you weren’t sure he knew what the doctor was saying or if he was just reacting as a concerned parent. Either way, it did little to nothing for your nerves. Your mother was already diseased, and to hear you had an illness you never heard of spiked up your fear.

Luckily, Dr. Way noticed your discomfort.

“It is a rather common in young ladies around Lady [Name]’s age.” Dr. Way paused to make sure your father was as well listening. “It also has a fairly simple treatment.”

“Oh, thank heavens!” Your father exclaimed.

“A simple one, but I cannot perform it here. I will have her return to my house with me and continue treatment there.”

Your fathers eyes narrowed, his voice loudened. “Absolutely not! I will not have [Name] spend a night at a mans house not intended for her!”

You couldn’t help your stomach sink. This was your chance to talk to Dr. Way alone, and help your illness, your father be damned!

“Ah, my mistake. I meant to refer to the clinical wing of my estate, I assure you.”

Clinical wing? Does that mean he had more than one wing? How could a physician have such a large wing? You knew he lived less than a two hours carriage ride away, and there was nothing but Noblemen's houses around here. Was it possible that Dr. Way was a nobleman himself?

Whether your father came to the same conclusion as you, or he just had a huge amount of trust in the doctor, he allowed it, and had the maid pack a bag for you. About ten minutes later you were placed in the elegant carriage of Dr. Way, sitting right next to him. He smelled of fine herbs and laundry cleaner.

Once again, your emotions had begun to perturb you. The usual excitement was mixed with the fear of your new illness, and nerves of being away from your household for more than a few days. You were happy to be staying at Dr. Ways estate, but you would be staying in the clinical wing, where you wouldn’t necessarily be the center of the doctors attention. You sighed.

“Hysteria... I’ve never heard of it.” You pondered out loud, looking out the small carriage window. “It’s quite a common illness, I assure you.” Dr. Way spoke, turning his head to look at you,

“Although, it has more to do with the alignment of the mind than the physical body.” He tapped his temple. “It is caused by repressed emotions, negative ones. Fear, anger, anxieties, even the common day loneliness.”

Brown eyes fixated on yours with the last few words. There was a heavy weight on his gaze, one that made an uncomfortable lump settle in your stomach. Quickly, you turned your head over to view out the window again.

“It is a rather... Intimate cure I have to say. You’ll have to put a huge amount of trust in me as a doctor and a man.” Dr. Way said, eyes still staring into the side of you.

You turned back to look at Gerard, shifting in your seat. “Don’t worry, I trust you. I’m sure you know how to treat me better than my father.” You giggled, hand moving to squeeze his knee.

Before you could continue the conversation, the carriage slowed to a halt as it pulled in front of Gerards manor. Your jaw had dropped, never had you expected to see such an elegant house!

In the middle there was a large rounded porch, and from the sides there were two long flanking wings with windows covering a majority of it. You were sure that there was another wing behind the house as well. You were caught up in the beauty of his estate that you hadn’t notice him exit the carriage, waiting for you with an outstretched hand.

You quickly took it, hopping down from the box and adjusting your clothes. Dr. Way had gently squeezed your hand before tucking your hand into the crook of his elbow, the coachman grabbing your bag.

You gasped when you entered the foyer. A large chandelier hung from the painted ceiling. It was decorated with many shades of reds and whites, with the occasional black and gold entitlement.

“The clinic is that way.” Dr. Way motioned with his other hand. When you went to go step that way however, the doctor had gently pulled you back to his side. “I’d thought you’d prefer a room in the residency side, away from the chaos of the patients.” Gerards eyes crinkled, a tell-tale sign of a smile.

He had lead you up the fancy set of stairs and into a separate hallway with doors lining each wall. You both had stopped at one down near the end, Dr. Way opening the door for you and taking your bag from the coachman. It was cold in the room, and was not much different from yours at home.

Dr. Way placed your bag on the foot of the bed and placed his hands in his pockets. “You have a beautiful house, Doctor.” You said, the man chuckled. “Doctor is much to professional now that you are a guest in my house. Please, call me Gerard.” You smiled, turning your head to him and giving a short nod.

“Would you mind if I joined you for dinner tonight, in say, two hours? We could talk more about treatment then.” You had accepted, and with the tip of his head, he had left the room.

“Gerard, Gerard way. Lord Gerard way?” It fit him, as you thought to yourself. You flopped down on the bed, hand going over to pull your bag closer to you and pull out one of the two books the maid packed for you.

Then it had hit. You’d be having dinner with the doctor. You’d be having dinner with Doctor Gerard! You smiled to yourself and turned around to your back, giggling giddly.

-

Exactly two hours later Gerard had come knocking on your door, pushing a cart of yummy looking food into your room. Gerard had been dressed differently, much more casually. His usual beak mask had been replaced with a black fabric mask, and his pale gloves had been replaced for black leather ones. You couldn’t deny, he looked attractive in the casual outfit.

You jumped to help set the small make-shift table, allowing Gerard to fuss over you before taking his own seat.

And what had seemed in like a long time, you had one of the most pleasant dinners you had in awhile. Gerard could see that you were anxious and decided not to bring up the topic about your illness into the morning, encouraging you to eat and not be nervous.

You watched him intently while he ate, too. He did not take his mask off to eat, and instead pulled the bottom up a bit to expose a sliver of chin and sometimes his bottom lip.

You quickly learned that your doctor was quite a good conversation holder, now that he was not under the pressure of being professional. He was well versed in a multitude of things, all peaking your interest.

After dinner, you both had nursed a cup of tea when you decided to spark a conversation.

“Gerard... Is this manor yours?” You asked, almost sheepishly.

The doctor paused for a moment before answering your question.

“Yes.” He nodded, “Way manor has been in my family for generations.”

“Then you must be a noblemen, correct? How else would you have this house?”

Gerard paused again, setting his cup of tea down.

“You are right. I do not like bringing the fact up with my patients as it might cause them to doubt my expertise, but my full title is Lord Gerard, Augustine Way.”

You paused. Gerard was an Augustine?

Another thought popped into your head.

If Gerard was an Augustine, that would not only make your relationship allowed, but prefered! You felt a bit honored to have such a socially well classed doctor, but a bit silly as you were a daughter of a mere earl.

A gloved hand was placed onto your own. He had a worried hint to his eyes, did he think that you wished to return home and find help from another doctor?

“If your an Augustine, why become a doctor? Surely you don’t need the money.” You questioned, Gerard huffed. “No, you are right. I do not need the money, but I enjoy helping people. My father was a doctor as well and I wished to follow in his path. The more I looked the more I saw why he did it, the more I saw how people needed help. I don’t want to become another stuck-up, vapid, high-class socal snob.”

Gerard had sounded true, earnest. You smiled, and decided to place your hand in his in a brief moment of comfort. The doctor nodded, smiling.

A distant clock chimed, breaking up your moment as Gerard stood up, tearing your hand away from his. You were about to help clear up the table, but was stopped by Gerard.

“There’s no need, the servants will clean it up. I have gone ahead and took the preparation of a bath for you, if you wish.” A small ‘oh’ left you as you stood up and nodded.

“Tomorrow we will discuss the means of treatment and how it will forego. Please, do get a goods night sleep.”

Hours later, after you had been bathed, brushed, dried, and combed, you laid in bed and store at the creme colored ceiling. Three thoughts had ran rampant in your mind.

Your relationship with Gerard was not only possible, but favorable.

By judging the actions of dinner, there was a strong will that said Gerard reciprocated your feelings.

You were even more in love with the man then you had been before,

---

The next morning you were awoken by the same maid, she had brought you breakfast in bed. However, when you were finished and got up to change, she gently pushed you back down onto the bed.

“Your treatment has begun today, and Dr. Way had ordered that you remain comfortable.”

“That... makes sense, I suppose.” You say, the maid handing you a book before taking her leave.

It felt like days, which was only truly a hour, before Gerard came and knocked on your door. Before he had entered, you had a moment of panic, trying to straighten yourself up for him.

He sat aside you on the bed, still in a more casual outfit with a fabric mask and leather gloves. Gerard smiled, patting your shoulder.

“Good morning, [Name]. I hope that you slept well.” He said, watching as you returned the book to the table beside you.

“I did, thank you. How was your night?” Gerard sighed.

“We had a patient in the clinic last night that...” He paused, “Nevermind. We are here to talk about you, not other patients.” He matter-of-factly said, adjusting himself.

“Oh, ok. You said about how we should go about treating...”

“Your Hysteria, yes.” Gerards voice had took a clinical turn, “What do you remember about what I said of Hysteria?”

“You said it was more of a mind-thing than physical, and that it was caused by repressed feelings, right?”

“Very good. Now, there are two ways to treat a common case like what you have, one short-term and one long-term. However, the long-term one might not be a very available option for you right now, so we will go about the short term option for now.”

“...Which is?” You leaned forward, curious.

“Release. To relieve symptoms of Hysteria you have to release those built up motions that were caused there in the first place.” Gerard stated.

You pursed your lips, licking them after. “So we are going to be talking, then?”

Gerard shrugged, “Sort of,” His hand was placed on top of your ankle, and when you had no reaction, he moved it up to your thigh and gave you a light squeeze, a moan slipping out of your mouth.

“O-Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t me--aaaahhh!”

You cut yourself off as Gerard had moved to rest on top of you, gloved hands on either side of your head. His knee came to rest in between both of yours, spreading them apart. You watched as his pupils dilated, black covering until a small brown ring remained. He was close, so close.

“Gerard..! I-- What are you doing?”

Gerard’s head dipped down so his forehead was resting on yours, “Something I’ve wanted to do for a long, long time. From the first time I met you, you were like an angel sent to me, so eager, so earnest, so ready to help.”

Gerard knew. He knew how you felt about him, and he reciprocates those feelings. You watched as he pulled his head back, shifting his weight so he could pull the straps off of his face.

Before he did, he paused, unsure if he should do this. But all was confirmed when you placed your hand on his, gently nudging the mask away.

You smiled when you saw him, saw his face in full. He was what you could only describe as stunning. It was like you had imagined him to be, face round and perfect for him.

A few second later, covered fingers were placed under your chin so Gerard could tilt your head back, lips coming into contact with yours. A kiss, your first kiss. It was more calming than you had imagined it to be, his hand coaxing its way down your body to rest on your hip.

As he pulled away, you drew in a deep breath. That felt... Good.

“Was that the kind of release you were talking about? Telling each other we have feelings for each other?”

Gerard smiled, hand going from your hip to stroke your cheek.

“Yes, and no.” He paused for a split second. “There are two types of release; Emotional and physical.”

You dawned a puzzled look, speaking up, “what do you mean physic-ooohhh”

You moaned as you felt warm lips nip at your pressure point, giving small butterfly kisses around your throat. You felt as his hands wandered down your nightgown, him smirking into your neck.

“Angel, tell me to stop and we won’t continue.” Gerard spoke, still speaking into your neck.

“Gerard,” You whimpered, “it felt good, please continue!”

Gerard chuckles before one of his hands slip under your nightgown and caressed your thigh.

“Last chance, angel. Tell me to stop and I’ll walk away.”

You did not answer, but instead your hand went down to join his as it gave him a little nudge. His fingers went down to remove your undergarments, pulling them off and placing them on the ground.

Gerard adjusted himself so that he was lying on his stomach, face close to your sex. It felt awkward and embarrassing to have someone down there, but you trusted Gerard.

A leather-covered hand caressed your folds. You didn’t know if it was just the leather, or having anything near your vagina at all, but it felt weird. Good weird. You did know the basic functions of your vagina, but you never thought that it would feel this pleasurable, this good.

His finger slid up and down, up and down. It repeated the action a few times before it caught on something that made you yelp, Gerard smirking. The doctor petted that one spot a few times before speaking up.

“Give me your hand, angel.”

You brought your hand down, and he took it in his own, bringing your fingers down to the spot he was petting, making you gently touch yourself.

“Do you feel that little nub? It’s your clitoris. It's a small bundle of nerves, mainly used for pleasure.”

Gerard pinched your clit, and your back arched as a strange sensation shot through you. Your hand fell useless by his, fingers digging into the soft plush of your thigh. He continued to stimulate you, keeping one finger on your clit as the other hand danced around your folds.

Your other hand shot out in search for something to hold onto as something was building up in you. Gerard seemed to notice you, and removed one of his hands to entangle it with yours.

You felt the tightness of your stomach increase, that bundle of buzz swarming and building in your lower stomach and back. It was so close, it felt so close to achieve... please, please, please, please, please!

With a shout, that knot in your back snapped as you felt a warm liquid gush down in between your thighs. When you propped yourself up on your elbows, you were greeted with Gerard sucking that wetness off of his glove. You watched as he closed his eyes and moaned,

Still shuttering, you sputtered, “was that the release you meant?”

Gerard chuckled once again, “Yes, however the treatment of Hysteria is not cured by one orgasm, but by a few.” He stated, moving up so he was now sitting on his knees. His hand reached down to his pocket, pulling out a small, metal bullet-looking device.

“What’s that?” You question, slumping back down. “It’s called a vibrator, and it was invented to cure Hysteria.” He said. “It runs off electricity, and you see, when I turn it on...” He clicked a button and it buzzed on, gently vibrating in his hand.

You reached out, fingers brushing over the head of it. You giggled, “That tickles! But where does it go?”

“Oh my innocent little angel, where do you think it goes?”

You didn’t have much time to respond before Gerard was pressing the head of the vibrator to your clit, your back arching as a loud moan left your mouth. You squirmed, but Gerard was quick to pin you down with his body. “T-That!! UH-aHa!”

Gerard slotted his hips up against yours, getting the crotch of his dress pants wet. Without knowing what was really happening, you felt a knot quickly build up and release, another shout leaving you. You twisted, tears forming in your glossy eyes.

Gerard removed the head of the vibrator so you could recompose yourself, breath heavy as you sniffled. “Ger-Gee... I-Ahuh...”

“Still able to speak, honey? That just won’t do for this type of treatment.”

Before you were able to understand what he was saying, the buzzing head was back again, this time pressed harder.

You nearly screamed as you felt wet rush against your legs again, hands flailing as your legs kicked. “You did consent to this.” Gee said, one of his hands coming to rub against your thigh.

A broken moan left you as drool came out the corner of your mouth. A broken sound that might have been his name was all you could fathom, body tensing and freezing as you felt that coil again. That sweetly sick coil.

Throughout it all, Gerard hovered above you, peppering kisses into your neck as he ground his hips up against you. The final moment before that string snapped again was him licking a stripe up your neck, vision going white as another orgasm ripped through your body.

Luckily, Gerard pulled the vibrator away from your clit. You were still twitching in the aftershocks, hands squeezing the sheets tightly.

“Such a good, good darling for me. Do you think you have another one in there for me?”

You braced for the harsh vibrations again, but that never came. You barley felt Gerard shift down onto his stomach, lips coming to kiss at your wet clit. You jerked, hips accidently grinding down onto his mouth. You yelped loudly as you felt Gerard smile against your sex before inserting his tongue inside what you think was your vagina. That was all you needed before you screamed, gushing all over his face. With how wet you were, it was easy for him to replace his tongue with a slim index finger, his tongue going to dance over your clit.

You were a crying, screaming, kicking mess twitching in overstimulation, a painful coil building and snapping when you felt a finger prod at a very sensitive wall. With a suck on your clit, that was all you needed to pass out in pleasure.

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[fallout4-reacts]

How would the various companions react to like during the escape of vault 114 skinny Malone shouts out to his goons "I want that Twink obliterated" at nick

Cait : She gives Nick a nasty glare but crosses Sole's nervousness. She doesn't like this phoney detective who looks down on her, but she doesn't want Sole to feel guilty.

"Don't worry, they'll try; they'll just run into me and my bat on the way."

Codsworth : "We'd better save ourselves as soon as possible!"

Nick casts a glimpse towards the robot accompanying his saviour. "Why? They never threaten you. They're looking for me."

"However, you are Mum/Sir's only hope of finding young master Shaun. We're not going to let them get to you that simply!"

Nick can't help but smile at the robot, which undoubtedly conveys the background thinking of Sole, who rushes into position, weapon in hand.

Curie : "Doux Jesus!" she said. "This man is terrible! Shouldn't we... flee to avoid them?"

"Not a bad idea," says Sole. "However, Nick, you remain well ahead in sight. I didn't come all this way to have holes drilled in you on the way out."

"What about me?"

"Run with him, and I'll cover you."

Danse : "Tactically, it would be more prudent to abandon the synth. We already have enough on our plate without having to defend this individual against a horde of assailants."

"This synth is my one and only chance to find my son!"

Danse sighs as he looks down at Sole.

"Proceed, I will shield you with my armor. But if you attempt to do it backwards, synth, I'll get out of their way, and we'll have to find another way to find Sole's son."

Deacon : His brows appear over the rims of his glasses, but his demeanour remains unaltered as he gives Sole a little hand gesture to proceed forward. Deacon disappears into the shadows as Sole go further with Nick behind them. While Nick and Sole are walking towards the exit, they hear some dry detonations followed by silence. Deacon rejoins the two fugitives on their level.

"They're not going to chase you anymore, Nick," Deacon says.

Dogmeat : He doesn't know what it's about, but his master goes to this detective, whom he sometimes hang with, and both appear to be afraid of something. The dog's hair rises on the back, and he turns toward the fierce energy with a growl. Men approach with a sinister expression. Dogmeat will shred them all.

Elder Maxson : He dislikes Nick Valentine. He dislikes being persuaded to do this with Sole. He has no idea how this happened. (Possibly due to the fact that the Prydwen never arrived in the Commonwealth at this point 😅😉 ) But one thing is certain: he despises losing his goal to the adversary. He spins around in an instant and charges, not like a fool, but like in a true guerrilla, using the shadows to set up ambushes where raw force or gunfire are insufficient. The poor triggermen have little chance against such a smart tactician, who is equally good at conceiving and executing a strategy.

Hancock : "They don't know who they're dealing with!" he exclaims.

And before Sole or Nick can react, he leaps into the melee, dodging gunfire and splitting the stomachs with his knife without hesitation. Nick and Sole make it their business to complete what little work remained. But the mayor can become feral whenever he wants, and threatening one of his buddies brings out the worst in him.

Gage : He casts a mocking glance towards Sole.

"I told you it was a bad plan from the start!"

"I require the services of this detective. We must prevent them from killing him."

"You need that detective. I need an Overboss. But I'm not going to let a gang of triggermen kill me for this, Overboss. You'll meet me at Nuka-World when you remember what your interests are."

He walks away without saying anything else. He's a raider, you know. Loyalty is not something they have a reputation for. (After all, even if you romance him, he is the first to shoot you in Open Season)

MacCready : "It smells like bone."

"If we don't help him, I'll never find my son."

"Two or three hundred more caps and—"

"Wait, are you negotiating at this time?" exclaim Sole.

"There will never be another better time."

"150, and we have a deal."

"Are you serious?" ask Nick, becomeing irritated.

"Sold! Pointe, I fire."

And, needless to say, there is no longer a triggerman to chase a now taciturn Nick who can't believe his life has been negotiated down.

Nick Valentine : He gives Sole a look of concern. That was something he should have expected. Honor is always last on the agenda with individuals like Malone. He raises his weapon and prepares to protect his life, but to his surprise, Sole also shoulders.

"Wait, you're not fleeing? They're looking for me."

"I also require your assistance. Furthermore, there is no need to investigate who is good and who is bad."

The detective says nothing as the exchange of fire begins, but even after the final triggerman has ceased breathing, he continues to ponder about the moment when Sole, a stranger to him, risked their lives for his synthetic skin.

Piper : "Things are getting complicated," she observed.

"You can go, I'll cover your back," Sole replies.

"Don't you think about it seriously? Do you believe this is the most dangerous situation I've ever encountered? Anyway, I'm not giving up Nicky that lightly."

"Wow, Piper, I'd almost be flattered," Nick says, taken aback.

"Don't think too much," she advised. "It's only a matter of ethics."

Preston : "Who do they think they are?" He asks. "We made a deal, and we stuck to it!"

"You can have fun explaining it to them once they put holes on me like a sieve," Nick replies sarcastically.

"Who do you believe I am? We didn't come to pull you out of there and watch you die!"

Sole doesn't waste time debating and rushes into position, ready to receive the triggerman. Preston covers their back and shoots enthusiastically. When there are no more triggermen standing, he moves closer to the nearest body.

"Adhere to the terms of any deal you make. Honor is what keeps a man up when he has nothing else."

Strong : "AAAAAAAAAAARH!" he shouts.

No wondering which side he's on. Sole wants the detective; the men want to kill the detective. Strong kills the men. Strong is powerful. Strong defends Roboman. That’s all.

X6-88 : "I would strongly suggest that we abandon this obsolete model, which appears to be accumulating more and more problems, and instead utilize the Institute's resources in order to achieve your objective." "What are you doing here???!!"

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[mayakern]

Please talk more about your dogs, they’re so cute!! What are their favorite treats and snacks? Games and toys? Places?

rodeo will eat just about everything, for better or worse. this includes spinach (very funny), random leaves outside (anxiety inducing), any unguarded tubes of chapstick (incredibly annoying), and my apple pencil (absolutely infuriating). but his favorite special foods are banana, sardines and eggs. his favorite treats are all either various duck treats or these big banana chews we get that he adores. but he is a dog shaped dumpster and the only time he refuses to eat something is when he is sick and he needs to eat some goddamned pumpkin to get some fiber in his system and then he decides it’s gross and he doesn’t want it. but if he’s not sick he’ll eat pumpkin just fine.

also rodeo has a favorite color and it is yellow. we got him this banana toy for christmas and he lost his goddamn mind. he’s very choosy about when he plays tug and with what (he usually prefers chase/catch but not tug) but he immediately went for tug with the banana toy

annie, on the other hand, is SO fucking picky. when we first got her we thought she was half mini audsie because she was like 30 pounds and just all around tiny, but it turns out she was just anxious and didn’t like the healthy kibble her original owner fed her. IMO being fed is better for her than feeding her the highest quality of dog food ever, so we switched her to a dog kibble with a higher fat content and now she loves eating and weighs 45lbs, which is where she’s supposed to be!! so she’s not part mini aussie she’s just picky. we supplement with eggs, sardines, carrots—things like that, which she loves, except the carrots which she mostly just eats out of spite to prevent rodeo from having them. same with fruit, including banana. annie absolutely would not eat fruit until we got rodeo and then she decided that minimizing his food based happiness was her personal mission. it is incredibly funny to watch annie suffer through eating a small piece of watermelon just to prevent rodeo from having it.

both of the dogs’ favorite game (other than playing with each other) is the flirt pole

we also do some tug and shovel other games but this is the big winner. they also love scent games (where i toss out kibbies/treats out into the grass and they have to sniff around and find them). rodeo also has a screaming rubber chicken he adores.

rodeo also plays a very low key version of fetch. annie… chases things, hops around when she reaches them, and then returns without bringing anything back. rodeo thinks frisbees are for chewing lol

tbh rodeo will play with just about anything. he loves this orange ball bc the grooves make it easy to pick up. and this ball rope toy. he loves to slam it on the ground lol

annie’s absolute favorite game in the world is soccer but she doesn’t bring the ball back and devin has bad knees/hips so we can’t play super often because otherwise it’s just me running around kicking the ball and annie chasing it happily and never bringing it back and that gets old REAL fast. for me. annie could do it literally forever.

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