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a-heart-attack-ow · 2 months

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The Arrangement. Part Seven

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Part 7: **NSFW/Unedited**

His clenched jaw was the first thing I noticed when I got called into his home office. I had no idea when he'd returned home or why he'd felt it necessary to have Sam come and fetch me for a meeting, but I could feel my anger boiling beneath the surface of my skin, in my veins as I stared back at my husband. Colby Brock stood before me in all black, a tank top that showed off his muscular arms and his half-sleeve tattoo, paired with a pair of black skinny jeans. Beads of water pooled at the base of his dark locks that hung in his face. He'd clearly just returned home given the state of his hair, the water fresh from the downpour outside. Our house had lost power hours ago because of the storm. Now all we had was the dim light of the candles to accompany us. It had been two whole weeks that he'd been away from me. Two whole weeks that he'd been traveling for 'business'. Business that I hadn't been given any information on. He'd left in the middle of the night, with only a note on my pillow for an indication that he'd gone. He'd not bothered to call or text at that time. He'd truly left me high and dry.

But now he stood before me. Jaw clenched, eyes narrowed as he stared into my soul. A part of me wanted to slap him for leaving me the way he did. After that night we had dinner with his parents. After I swore to him that I would always be there for him. He'd told me he loved me but disappeared into the night without so much as a second glance. I fold my arms across my chest as I stare at him, the tension thick in the air around us. I don't speak as I study him. I don't say a word as his eyes look me up and down in quiet appreciation. I'd spent the last two weeks with Kris and Celina, planning which charity events we'd be hosting on behalf of the Brock Family Estate. I'd thrown myself into work because I couldn't think of him. I couldn't think of how he'd left me. So I focused on work, working out, and reading up on what things my husband had been up to with his gang of drug traffickers. Thanks to Sam, I had all the knowledge I needed about their 'business'. Colby throws a smirk my way when he takes in what I'm wearing. The deep v-neck of my long-sleeved, red top. It was form-fitting and paired with a higher-waisted black skater skirt. The skirt was short and the sight of my bare legs caught his attention.

He looks like he wants to devour me and a part of me wants to let him. But I'm so angry that I can't.

Colby knows I'm angry, his smirk growing as he takes a step around his desk, his pale blue eyes never leaving me for a second. His left hand lingers on top of his desk, his fingers lightly gliding over the cherry wood. My eyes catch his wedding band as it hits the candlelight. When he takes a step forward, I take a step back, my back brushing the closed door behind me. My reaction to him doesn't phase him a bit as he chuckles darkly.

"I heard you were a good girl while I was gone..."

His voice is so deep, so needy that it sends a shiver up my spine. He notices the way my body reacts to only his voice, the way I have to physically clench my thighs together to keep myself composed. All I can think about is him buried inside of me. All I can think about is the dirty things he'd whisper in my ear. All I can think about is that I've had to pleasure myself for the past two weeks and my hands just couldn't do it the way his hands could.

"...Oh no, is my baby mad that I left her on her own for two weeks?"

He asks when he sees my facial expression remain unchanged. Even though he knows every fiber of my being wants him, no matter how angry I am. I don't speak and I don't move as he ponders what to do next. The dark amusement on his face tells me that he's as aroused by seeing me as I am by seeing him. Since we'd gotten married we'd never spent a night apart. And while I understand that he's not always going to be home all of the time, a part of me wished he'd left differently. That he'd communicated without just leaving me. I didn't want to be clingy, I just wanted to be treated like a normal wife would be. A wife that a husband speaks to about basic things like business trips. I shudder to think of what it would've been like if we had children together. How would our children react to their father just disappearing in the middle of the night? Colby strides across the room to meet me, taking a mere five strides to reach me. He glances down at me, his wet hair remaining on his face as he studies me. I peer up at him and attempt to hold my ground as I try not to let his 5'11' frame intimidate my 5'0' frame. His hands rest on the door behind me, on either side of my head. He is focused on me, but I keep my eyes forward on his chest.

"Do I need to fuck an answer out of you my love?"

He asks, his voice deepening as he uses a hand to force me to look up at him, his grip firm on my chin. Once I look at him, I feel my stomach flip. His handsome face and the desire etched into it made me weak. It made me want to forget why I'd been so frustrated in the first place. It made me wet without him even touching me.

"Colby..."

I start, my voice giving me away immediately. There's a breathiness to my voice, a willingness to surrender nearly outranking any logic that I might've had before. It's a tone that causes him to laugh once more, a dark chuckle that seems pleased by my reaction.

"... You can't just leave without a proper goodbye and then come home and act like nothing happened."

I practically moan the words as his hand moves from my jaw, his fingertips tracing down my neck. I feel him guide my head to the side as he leans down to kiss my exposed neck. Slow and sloppy kisses are placed along my skin gently, almost like a nonverbal apology. The sensation of his lips on me causes me to close my eyes for a moment, chills appearing on my arms as he uses his tongue to start marking me. My breathing immediately becomes erratic as he does this and I have to physically focus on not sounding too frenzied. I didn't want him to think he'd won this argument, even if he did set my body on fire with desperate need. I can feel the mark forming on my skin as he sucks, groaning against me. His hands trace over mine slowly as he uncrosses my arms and instead pins them to the door behind me, restraining me.

"I left you a note."

He rasps as he guides his lips from my skin. For a moment he stares at his handiwork. The smirk grows when he sees the deep purple mark he's left on my skin. I turn my head when I realize he's finished with my neck, my gaze meeting his.

"The note said, 'I'll be home later' Cole. That's not a proper goodbye."

When I speak, he chuckles once more. His lips trace mine and he hums in response. There's a quiet contemplation for a moment as he mentally decides what he wants to do next, his grip on my arms remaining firm. It feels like a slow form of torture as I wait for him to decide what to do. A part of me wants to talk this out, but a bigger part of me wants to make up for our two weeks apart. Out of pure impatience, I pushed my lips against his, no longer able to have him so close without getting what I needed. He kissed me back with an eagerness that matched my own, my body still restrained under his touch. He kisses me with such love and attentiveness that had been missing when we'd first gotten together. Gone were the days of deepened kisses that felt like constricting lust. He groans against me as I feel his body press up against mine. I can feel how hard he is and instantly I know that I need him inside of me as soon as possible.

Needing air, we break the kiss, our eyes clouded with desire when we look at each other. His chest heaves up and down as he studies me. Without saying a word, Colby pulls my arms up above my head. Holding both of my wrists down with one hand as he uses the other to trace the inside of my thigh. His index finger slowly creeps up further and further up my thigh with cruel intentions. His eyes never move from my face, not even when he reaches my soaked sex. A look of surprise moves over his face as he starts to trace my clit.

“You’re a naughty girl Mrs. Brock. Not wearing any underwear in such a short skirt.”

He starts to tease my clit, slowly as he watches me closely. He gets a deep satisfaction as he focuses on how much his fingertips pleasure me. He uses his thumb and his index finger to rub my clit while his middle finger carefully dips inside of me. My eyes close as he starts pumping his finger in and out of me. He chuckles to himself as he moves his lips back to mine. Kissing me deeply until we’re both out of breath.

“I should punish you for walking around here without any panties. For wearing such a short skirt while doing so. Anyone could’ve seen you, Emilia. Anyone could’ve seen this…”

He pauses to push his finger a little deeper inside of me.

“... Sweet little pussy…” Once more, he pushes his finger in as deeply as he can. A sensation that feels so good it makes my head spin.

“... My sweet little pussy.”

He finishes speaking as he adds another finger, a moan escaping me when he does. He knows exactly how to move his fingertips for maximum satisfaction. He only has to thrust his fingers inside of me a few more times before my walls start to tighten around his fingers.

“Colby…”

I whimper as his movements grow more relentless. Nearing my body closer to the edge.

“... I’m gonna cum.”

I finish as he finger fucks me over the edge. I cum around his fingertips. I feel breathless as I feel myself relax. My chest rises and falls in quick succession. He stares down at me in hunger as he withdraws his fingers from me. He doesn’t look away as he brings his fingers to his lips licking them clean. His look of satisfaction grows as he tastes me. Watching him is enough to make me wet again. He removes his other hand from my arms which are still above my head. With my arms back at my sides I study my husband closely. My eyes flicker down to his hardened cock, but when I think to touch him, he stops me. Instead, he guides me forward. I don’t speak as I let him maneuver me wherever he wants me. He bends me over at his desk. There’s a silence that hangs in the air around us. For a moment I feel his gaze on me, debating what he wants to do with me first. I don’t speak as I wait in anticipation for him to make a move. The only thing that breaks through the silence is the sound of his pants zipper being pulled down as he takes off his pants. His hands trace my ass cheeks, as he slides my skirt up so my ass is fully on display. He hums as he studies me, placing his hands on either side of my hips. I feel his hardened cock tease my folds from behind. A sensation that causes my breathing to hitch, the anticipation causing my core to ache with desperate need.

“You know, I’ve thought about fucking you over this desk non-stop for the past two weeks.”

He pulls my ass in against him, his cock slowly sliding inside of me. He pauses once he’s inside of me, letting my body adjust to him for a moment. I feel so full with him inside of me, my core eager for his movement. Colby pulls back and starts to thrust inside of me, slowly at first. Painfully slow. I want the friction as he fucks me. I want him to fuck me senseless, but when I go to ask him to go faster he chuckles.

“Baby, be patient.”

He groans as he thrusts inside of me at his own slow pace. His breathing, ragged as the sound of my ass slapping against him fills the silence. His fingers grip me tighter as my core flutters against him. Even going slower, I still felt myself nearing the edge for the second time tonight. The second he feels this, he groans again. This time he thrusts deeper, the angle of his cock hitting new depths within me. I moan as he does this, his grip tighter on my hips, tighter than before. I half hope that there will be a bruise when he does this some sort of proof of how thoroughly he fucked me.

He starts thrusting faster inside of me, my ass is flush against him as he leans forward and whispers.

“I’m going to cum inside of you. I’m going to fill my baby up and let her know how sorry I am for leaving her behind.”

I moan once more, my core tightening around him. Without saying another word he thrusts one final time and we cum together. When he does, my eyes flutter closed, my body at peace as his cock twitches inside of me. He spills into me deeply as he holds my ass in place. Lifting me up slightly so his cum doesn’t pool out of me. We remained together like this for several minutes, his lips kissing up my spine.

“I am sorry Emilia.” He groans, pulling out of me. Leaving me exposed once more. I feel his cum escape me once he’s no longer able to keep me in place. I feel his seed spill down my inner thighs and my legs suddenly struggle to stand. It takes me several seconds to catch my breath, but when I do I force myself to look over at my husband. His blue eyes focus on me closely, smirking at me while I pull my skirt back to where it had been. He pulls his pants back on as I glare up at him before poking his black tank top-covered chest.

“Next time you need to talk to me. I understand if you need to leave, but a fucking note? A note that barely gave me any clue about what was going on? Not okay.” My tone is more playful than the expression on my face. A tone that makes him smile. He leans down to kiss my forehead and sighs.

“I had to make an emergency delivery overseas. I didn’t want to wake you up in the middle of the night. You were sleeping so peacefully after that awful dinner with my parents. I just didn’t want to bother you and I couldn’t talk about it over text or on the phone.”

I focus on him and sigh. I knew that something had to have happened for him to have left the way that he did. But that didn’t mean I had to like how he left me. He’d said he didn’t want any more secrets between us, but he’d kept me in the dark about this entire delivery.

“We need a safe word for unexpected deliveries. You could write it down and then I will know for next time.”

Colby looks down at me, his gaze is soft as he smiles at my words. He nods, arms reaching out to wrap me in an embrace. I’d forgiven him the moment that I first laid eyes on him. I knew and he knew it too. I couldn’t stay mad at him forever. I just didn’t have it in me. He holds me tightly against him.

“How about, the next time something like this happens, our safe word is avocado?”

I can’t help but laugh at his words, my arms also wrapping around him. We hold each other, our laughter filling the room.

“Avocado? Sounds perfect.”

I whisper against his chest, nuzzling him. The last two weeks without him had been hard. I’d missed just being near him, holding him close, and getting to just breathe him in. Over the duration of our marriage, he’d become a comfort to me. A soothing presence that just felt right. I’d missed the little things he did. The way his glasses framed his face when he was working at his desk. The way he smiled whenever Sam came over for dinner. How he’d read his emails in bed next to me as I fell asleep. It was all of the little things that made up our relationship that made me truly happy he was home.

He kisses the top of my head sweetly, his fingers running through my long black hair. I don’t want to let go of him. I don’t want it to end, but I do pull back to look at him, and when I do I find his blue eyes looking down at me in appreciation.

“I read your plans for the charity project you’ve been working on with Kris and Celina. I am so proud of you…”

I feel my cheeks redden at his words. I sent him an email with my plans yesterday. I didn’t realize he’d taken the time to read it over. His smile grows when he notices the blush forming on my face.

“... It’s going to be good for you to do what you love. You care about the community and helping people in need. I can’t wait to see you flourish.”

I look at my husband and feel so grateful that he’s telling me this. That he’s accepting me for who I am. For the first time since arriving here I felt comfortable enough to be myself. Looking in his eyes, I can tell he wants to say something else, but when he goes to speak a loud, feverish knock on the door interrupts him. The person behind the door doesn’t wait for a response, instead, they open the door.

“Colby…”

Sam’s voice rasps. I can tell by the sound of his voice that something is wrong and Colby knows it too. Sam is breathing breathlessly, sweat on his forehead. Colby immediately lets go of me and pushes me behind him as he looks at Sam. His body is tense but when Sam speaks next, Colby’s body seems to go completely stiff.

“... A package was delivered and when I checked it…” Sam pauses, his face seeming to whiten at the mental recollection of what he’d seen. Whatever he’d seen, it was bad.

“... I found a severed ear…” This time when Sam pauses he looks at me, sympathy finding its place on his face. It’s then that I feel my stomach turn. I know instantly that the ear must’ve belonged to my father. I can see it on Sam’s face, the fear of having to tell me. The fear of hurting me by telling me that my only surviving blood relative was hurt.

“... It’s your dad’s ear, Emilia. There was a note attached to the ear, addressed to both of you from our parents. They’re giving you one month to get off your birth control, so your body can have the time it needs to adjust before you and Colby have children. You have one month to do this and get a doctor’s note for proof before Mom and Dad send another part of your dad.”

Colby looks back at me, actual fear in his eyes as he studies me. I don’t speak as a silent tear goes down my cheek. I knew that the family I married into were awful human beings but I had no idea they’d go to this extreme to force my compliance. For a moment I’d forgotten that I was a chess piece, but they’d thoroughly reminded me tonight.

I was nothing more than a breeding mare for the Brock Family Estate and any potential heirs I could give.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

And there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it.

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iknowican95 · 1 year

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At Maxo’s apartment

Shot by Brock Fetch

Los Angeles,CA

#maxo #brockfetch

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sixmillionlizards · 1 year

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Photos taken by Brock Fetch during the shoot of the album cover for A$AP Rocky’s album LIVE.LOVE.A$AP, released in 2011.

#asap rocky #asap mob #a$ap mob #a$ap rocky #asap yams #a$ap yams #hiphop #hiphop culture #rapmusic #hip hop #rap #photography #album cover #virgil abloh #music

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cantcatchmeee · 2 years

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A$AP Mob photographed by Brock Fetch

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thepartyresponsible · 1 year

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back with more febuwhump, and there’s even whump in this one. i’m really getting my shit together these days.

@drgrlfriend asked for touch starved, so here’s a hockey au about frank castle, bucky barnes, and an alarming amount of yearning. warnings for references to unhealthy former relationships and also for an ambiguous, kinda sad ending.

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Bucky’s not surprised he’s still a little out of breath when he hears the shower shut off. He’s a professional athlete, sure. They both are. But he’s not superhuman. And it always seems like Frank’s got something to prove, like he wants Bucky’s body to remember him for a while.

“Fuck’s sake,” Bucky says, when Frank leans his head into the room just to stare at him, hip against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest. When he smiles, it’s mostly with his eyes, the delicate skin at the corners crinkling up and then smoothing out again.

“Want some water before I go?” His tone tips like he’s asking a question, but he’s assigning himself the task before Bucky answers, meandering around the hotel room, grabbing his clothes, collecting a cup, and then heading back toward the bathroom.

The dichotomy of it does something to Bucky, not altogether pleasant. Fetching water like Bucky’s something he cares about, throwing out before I go? like it’s nothing, like he’s easy to leave.

He probably is.

Frank could have this in every city in the country, if he wanted. Bucky’s the only one marking his calendar for each specific game.

He shoves the sheets down to his waist and sits up. Now that he’s looking, he spots a series of marks darkening along his collarbone, feels his face flush a similar shade at the memory, the desperate way he clung to Frank, the noises he made.

Jesus. Maybe those marks will fade by gametime, but optional skate’s in six hours, and someday the team’s going to put together the timeline.

It’s optional, he reminds himself. He could skip it.

He hasn’t skipped in two years, though. They’d suspect something. But a vague suspicion is better than showing up with the clear proof on his skin.

He’s going to skip, he realizes. He thinks he accepted that when Frank’s teeth scrapped across his skin, tongue following after.

“Fuck,” Bucky says, mostly to himself, wondering at the fact of it. “I think I’d let you do anything to me.”

There’s a sudden, sharp silence from Frank. The water in the bathroom cuts off, and all his quiet movements go still. When Bucky looks his way, he can only see half of him between the wall and the open door. Hips to shoulders, mostly. He watches the way Frank’s hands slowly curl around the lip of the sink.

“We do something you didn’t like?” he asks. He asks it the same way he asks everything, that quiet, even rumble, so it’s hard to pinpoint why it feels different.

Maybe it’s the way Frank’s hands are holding onto the sink, or the long breath Bucky watches him take, the stretch of his chest, the defensive set of his shoulders.

“No,” Bucky says. And then, “Jesus, I think it’s pretty clear I liked it. I think half the people on this floor know I liked it.”

Frank straightens up, grabs the cup of water. When he comes back into the room, his expression is flat and careful. “You’ve got this idea you’re loud,” he says. “You’re not.”

Bucky drops his eyes, rubs at his face. “Okay,” he says, because he’s not going to argue about it.

“And,” Frank says, “sometimes people change their minds. Liked it during, wouldn’t do it again. It’s fine. But you should tell me.”

There’s something, Bucky thinks, there at the very end. But you should tell me feels raw. Like, in the past, someone changed their mind about Frank, didn’t tell him until it was over.

Bucky heard about Russo. He’s sure Frank heard about Brock.

“That’s not what I meant,” Bucky says. There’s nothing to tell Frank except I like you too much, and I hate when you leave.

He doesn’t know when he got this greedy. Seems like it didn’t bother him so much before. But summer’s coming fast, and, unless they both make it to the conference finals, they won’t see each other again until fall.

When Frank sets the water down on the bedside table, Bucky reaches for it too soon, and their hands brush in midair like Bucky’s trying to hold his Goddamn hand, and he wants to pitch himself directly out the window, wants to evaporate, wants to disappear.

“Sorry,” Bucky says, because he is. Sorry, stupid, embarrassed.

Sad, somehow. Out of nowhere, over nothing.

Steve says he should tell Frank what he wants. And maybe it would be that easy, if he had the first fucking clue what he wanted.

“Hey,” Frank says, and Bucky looks away, chugs the water like hydration is going to save him.

When Frank’s hand touches his face, brushes his hair back and then just stays there, Bucky can’t help the way he leans in, can’t help how his eyes slide closed. Needy, Brock used to say. Fondly, and then not fondly, and then with disgust.

He likes Frank’s hands. Likes how they feel, how he uses them. Some days are bad enough he thinks he’d like anybody’s hands, but Frank’s are best.

“I just meant,” Bucky says, because it’s easier with his eyes shut, “I like everything you do.”

Except leave, he thinks.

You’re never gonna get what you don’t ask for, Steve says. But you get out of practice, and then you can’t remember how it goes.

Frank kisses him, lips pressed against his temple, another one of those soft moments that makes something ache in his chest and kick in the back of his throat.

“You want more water?” Frank asks.

That’s not what Bucky wants. But it’s sixty more seconds of Frank in this hotel room, and he’ll take what he can get. “Yeah,” he says. “Please.”

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homomenhommes · 5 months

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STORY: Ups And Downs 27

Putting on a Show

“Jeez! I don’t know how to process all of this,” I confided to Rafael as we were getting ready to leave the warehouse in Greenwich, Connecticut, where the homoerotic art show was being held. I was already reeling from having modeled naked in front of all of those strangers, seeing my sketches on exhibit there, having them fetch more than I could have imagined on auction, and seeing my brother Eric for the first time in ages and learning that he is bisexual. “And you won’t believe this,” I added. “I just learned that our boss, Mr. Block, is actually Brock Archer, one of my favorite writers and now one of my favorite artists as well.”

“Yeah, I know,” Rafael confessed.

“You know? What the—”

“Ron and Kim know too, and Woody, of course, but we were sworn to secrecy. Besides, we knew you would figure it out soon enough. You’re not quite as dumb as you look,” he teased. “We actually had a bet going on how long it would take you. Looks like I owe Kim 20 bucks.”

“Well, obviously we aren’t the only people who know,” I replied. “I learned it from a complete stranger here.”

“That sounds like Ben Steinberg,” Rafael said when I described the man to him: tall, brown hair, brown eyes, slight accent, maybe German. “He handles Mister...uh, the boss’ art exhibits and book sales in Europe.”

“I think I should go talk to Mr. Block about it,” I said.

“Too late,” said Rafael. “He and Woody have already left. They wanted to meet with Ben before heading for the train station. Anyway, I’m sure that Ben has already told him about your conversation.”

Since Mr. Block and Woody had already left, Rafael, Ward, and I grabbed some gyros and headed back to our hotel to pack for the ride home.

Despite what had been a rather long and eventful day, Ward was more than eager to party and so was Rafael even though the two of them had been partying all day, it seemed.

In Señor Papi’s limo, Ward’s eyes lit up when Rafael told him about our little escapade with Davey and Zac in the back of Mr. Block’s limousine. “I’ve never done it in a limo,” he exclaimed. “Who wants to fuck me right here?” he asked. Naturally, Rafael jumped at the chance.

“Should we raise the window?” asked Ward, referring to the privacy window between the driver’s seat and the back seats.

“Nah,” replied Rafael. “Hernando likes to watch, and I don’t mind if you don’t.”

“Mind? Who me?” asked Ward. “I love having an audience. It just makes it all hotter.”

Hernando gave us a thumbs up and adjusted his rear-view mirror.

“Fuck me good,” demanded Ward, “’cuz when we get back to your hotel, I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

In that moment, sex was the last thing on my mind. Well...okay...maybe not the last thing, but not the first thing either. Even though I pleaded that I was not in the mood, Ward insisted on taking drags on my cock as Rafael pounded his ass. Of course, the blow job felt good...duh...but I withheld any orgasm for the time being.

In our hotel room back in New York City, Ward lived up to his promise to fuck Rafael like he had never been fucked before. Though Rafael and Ward pestered me to join them, I begged off. I must confess, though, that watching Ward tear up Rafael’s ass like he had torn up mine was a real treat. I had experienced Ward’s aggression first-hand, but watching it being done to someone else was quite entertaining, to put it mildly. It did help get me in the mood for what was to come later that night.

“Jeez, Ward!” exclaimed Rafael as Ward approached us at the back door to the concert stage at Madison Square Garden. “Why didn’t you just wear your birthday suit?” The question made sense considering that the pants Ward was wearing left almost nothing to the imagination. They were styled much like the jock strap he had worn at the art show except that they were long pants. They had the same laced front, and even though those laces were tied—unlike the ones on the jock strap—they still gave a glimpse of the dark hairy bush underneath. They were also somewhat opaque and so tight that anyone could easily see the protuberance of his cock hanging very low down his leg. Obviously, he was going commando.

“It pays to advertise,” replied the hunk who had modeled nude with me at the art show in Greenwich and probably would have fucked me right there on the stage if time hadn’t run out.

“I only have two names on the list,” said the mammoth guard at the door. We didn’t know his name, of course, but we dubbed him Sherman because he was built like a Sherman tank.

“I know,” I confessed, “but could you just call Rocky and ask him if he’ll let Ward in with us?”

“I dunno,” replied Sherman, sizing up Ward. “That thing real?” he asked, eyeing the huge snake slithering down Ward’s tight pants. Before Ward could answer, though, Sherman reached over to research the specimen himself. “Hmm,” was all he said as he picked up his cell phone and called the rock star who had invited Rafael and me.

“On a scale of one to ten,” he spoke into the phone, “I’d say about a 20.” Then, after a brief pause, “Okay, you can all three go in. The usher will show you the way to the green room.”

“Bruiser was wrong,” said Rocky upon meeting Ward and devouring him with his eyes. “Not a 20. More like a hundred. And he even has a sense of fashion,” he gloated as he massaged Ward’s reptilian appendage through the disgustingly revealing tights.

“I’d love to stay and ‘chat,’” said Rocky with air quotes, signaling that he really meant something more intimate than conversing, “but it’s time for me to go on. Follow me,” he added. “You can watch the show from the wings.”

The concert was fucking great. Rocky outdid himself. He was in top form vocally and physically. The dude really knew how to put on a show, and he was incredibly erotic. The way he moved his body as he performed was sheer seduction, and it worked. Not only did the audience scream, swoon, and sing along, but I saw a couple of guys get so drawn into the performance that they pulled out their dicks and jerk off to the beat of the music. It was enough to get the three of us hard as rocks too, and I could tell that Ward wanted to beat off like those guys, but Rafael and I pressured him to hold it. He did as we urged, but he also gritted his teeth for nearly two hours.

When the band finished their last number, the audience demanded more, so they did two encores, and Rocky invited a couple of guys in the front row to come up on stage and make out through the last number, which had very hard beat. “Make out” is putting it mildly. It’s a wonder nobody got arrested.

“That was a helluva show,” I said to Rocky as we walked back toward the green room.

“It was fuckin’ hot!” demanded Rafael.

“Damn right,” agreed Ward. “I’m so fuckin’ hard right now I’m about ready to explode.”

Before we got to the green room, Rocky led us into another room where the members of the band were changing. As Rocky introduced us to the guys, each one shook our hands and a couple of them groped the python trying to crawl its way out of Ward’s tight pants.

As we watched Rocky strip and change clothes in the green room, Rafael and I had to literally hold Ward back lest he jump our host right there on the spot. The dude was horny as hell, and his tight pants could barely contain his excitement.

“Save it,” commanded Rocky. “My record producer has invited us all to a party at his penthouse. It’s gonna be wild.”

When we got to the penthouse, the place was already hopping. Alcohol was flowing freely, and so were hormones. Though there were a few women present, most of the attendees were male, and they constituted quite an assemblage: members of the band and stage crew from the concert, nearly a dozen celebrities from the entertainment world—music, movies, TV, and Broadway—and their escorts.

“You got an ID, kid?” we heard Bruiser (a.k.a. Sherman) ask the cute young eye candy entering the apartment.

“It’s OK,” assured one of the famous movie stars in attendance. “He’s with me.”

“If he ain’t 18,” asserted Bruiser, “he’s gonna have to be with you somewhere else.”

Thoroughly annoyed, the middle-aged guest snorted, “We’ll have to see what Rocky has to say about this.”

“I wouldn’t advise that,” said Bruiser firmly.

“And why the fuck is that?” the actor demanded.

“Because Rocky don’t allow no minors—no exceptions—and if you try to push it, this will be the last invitation you ever get to one of his parties.”

Demuring, the deflated movie star took his young consort and slinked away.

Everywhere we looked, guys were going at it hot and heavy. Some were bent over leather chairs or stretched out on the floor, a couple were fucking on the sofa, and there were even a pair of guys screwing out on the balcony, not really giving a shit whether anyone could see and hear them or not.

Rafael went for two of the band members who wasted no time getting better acquainted, and as Rocky made the rounds saying hello to everyone, Ward tailed him like a desperate puppy.

I found a comfortable seat in a secluded corner, but it didn’t stay secluded for long. I was immediately approached by three guys who started undressing me with no formalities, and having held back all day long, I was now ready for some hard-core action. I wanted to fuck and get fucked until I was exhausted, which is exactly what I did. These guys introduced me to sex positions I had never imagined before, culminating in a sausage link, also known as a daisy chain.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Rafael serving as the cooked ham in a deluxe sandwich, and I saw that Ward had finally seduced Rocky, or was it the other way around? I watched as they went into a nearby bedroom, but they didn’t stay there. They grabbed the king-size mattress and dragged it to the middle of the living room. “We both enjoy putting on a show,” they later told me. And quite a show it was. They wrestled for nearly 20 minutes until Rocky finally triumphed. (Actually, I think Ward let him win.)

After Rocky ravaged Ward for almost an hour—the way he had ravaged me—they took a short break and flipped the mattress, so to speak—Ward tearing up Rocky’s yearning ass. As I enjoyed occasionally looking over from my own little orgy to check in on them, I noticed that they sometimes looked in my direction to see if I was getting slammed enough. The same could be said for Rafael and his new partners in crime.

Sometime around 3:00 a.m., after most of the guests had either left or conked out, I thanked Rocky for the invitation and especially for letting me bring Rafael and Ward. “I know they had a fantastic time,” I assured him.

“Don’t go,” Rocky sighed.

“I’ve gotta get up and go to work in the morning,” I said.

“But you don’t have to be over at the U.N. until 1:00 p.m.,” announced Rafael.

“Yeah, but I have some things I need to do,” I said.

“Are any of these things life and death?” asked Rocky.

“Well, no,” I confessed.

“Then come with me,” he instructed.

Rocky led me into another of the bedrooms in the penthouse and locked the door behind us. He led me over to the bed, turned down the covers, and ushered me in. “We don’t have to fuck,” he spoke softly. “Let’s just enjoy being together.”

And that’s exactly what we did. As I lay on my back, Rocky curled up with his head against my chest and my arm wrapped around him. He didn’t need to be fucked. He just wanted to be loved. I knew the feeling.

To be continued

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withinthebrain · 6 months

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Fetch on the Beach

Sand squishes between the pads of my paws and clings to the hairs on my legs as it sprays up around me. "Faster. Faster. Faster!" I think to myself as my eyes stay locked on the bright orange ball bouncing down the beach. The air is filled with salt wafting off the ocean. Brock, my master, cheers me on from behind, sitting on a beach chair bundled up against the breeze pushing inland. While the wind blows my ears about, it doesn't bother me.

Closing in on the rubber ball, I lunge. "Careful," I remind myself, worried my back legs might topple over, somersaulting me in the loose sand. Mouth open wide, pupils narrowed, I plunge forward. The ball bounces off my lower teeth into the roof of my mouth before I manage to pin it down with my tongue and snap my jaw closed around my prize. Bits of gritty sand coat my mouth.

I stop and shake before turning to bound back toward Brock, now clapping and calling out to me. "Good girl, Belle!" he calls. "Bring me the ball!" he adds, as I race toward him with excitement. I have to calm myself as I get near so I do not run him over again.

#dog #beach #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #writing #my writing #writing blog #beachlife #fetch

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hecatemoon87 · 2 years

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WolfBlood - A Viking Fantasy Story

[A James Delaney & Eddie Brock AU]

Chapter Summary: Queen Ravina convinces Prince Eddie to attempt the ritual together. The results are not what Queen Ravina was expecting.

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 3,360

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Chapter 4: An Unexpected Result

Ravina, the Queen of Rakovec, was a specialist in politics and if the occasion called for it, war. When she had first conquered BearStone, the king of BearStone was impressed by her tactics. He also admired her sense and compassion. When she invaded his kingdom, she had not allowed any harm to befall his people. She even ensured that all damage done to property during the battle was repaired. So, the BearStone king bent the knee and accepted Ravina as his Queen. His name was Bjørnepote and the Queen had given him the title of her general.

Based on these events, Ravina knew she had the ability to change the hearts of men. If she had been able to make a king bend the knee, surely she could convince two princes to join her in bed. Yet, after meeting the brothers, she knew they were difficult. So as she made her way through her palace she thought of a plan. A neutral location would be best, the throne room was a bit imposing. She idly passed the royal greenhouse and stopped for a moment. This room would do, she thought. She walked into the room, feeling the welcoming warmth of the morning sun filtering through the glass panes. The greenhouse was filled with lush greens, white and purple orchids, blood red roses and flush-pink carnations. All in full bloom in the dead of winter. Finding the atmosphere suitable, she called for her guard.

“Bring me the princes,” Ravina said.

But as the guards turned to leave, she changed her mind.

“No, wait…only bring me Prince Eddie,” Ravina said.

The guards bowed and left to fetch the princes. Ravina wandered around the greenhouse, checking the flowers, making sure they were being properly taken care of. She took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet fragrances that perfumed the air. She wanted to get into the right mind set. Her desire was to convey a sense of authority, but at the same time appear enticing.

Almost twenty minutes had gone by and she was growing restless. She wondered what was taking so long, so she started for the door when she heard arguing.

“Yeah, you really need to take your hands off me.”

She could hear Prince Eddie say in the hallway as the sound of boots approached the greenhouse. A moment later, three guards and Prince Eddie appeared. One guard had a black eye, another a bloody lip. Two of the guards were holding Eddie firmly between them, while the third held a spear at the prince’s back. Ravina frowned upon seeing her guards injured.

“Are you badly hurt?” she asked.

“No, my Queen. The princes just gave us a tussle, that’s all,” the lead guard said.

“I want you both to go straight to the infirmary to be checked, leave the prince with me,” she said.

“My Queen, are you certain? He’s dangerous,” the lead guard said.

“I’m certain, now go and take care of yourselves,” she ordered.

The guards reluctantly left the Queen and the Prince alone. Ravina settled her gaze upon Eddie. She had remembered him being handsome, but seeing him again made her realize how captivating he truly was. Although appearing gorgeous, Eddie looked agitated. And Ravina was not happy with his behavior.

“Don’t hit my guards,” she said, folding her arms unhappily.

“That’s what you have to say after four days, huh?” Eddie said.

Eddie was irritated, but he did take the time to appreciate the Queen’s stunning appearance. His eyes, though darkened with anger, flickered over her face and body, absorbing the exquisite beauty in front of him.

“Yes, it has been four days, not an eternity,” she said.

“Sure, so you brought me here for what? To tell me that my brother and I can go home?” Eddie said, knowing full well that wasn’t the case.

“Have you thought more thoroughly about my proposal?” she said, ignoring the question.

“Honestly, I’m still unclear on what you want,” Eddie said.

Ravina did not revel in having to repeat the terms of the proposal, it was embarrassing. She closed her eyes briefly, found the strength to continue and explained once more.

“As I said before, you join me in bed to complete a ritual that will unlock your godhood,” she said.

Eddie nodded and looked around the room, taking some time to once again digest this information. He wanted to think that she was lying, that all this was some sort of trick. But he didn’t feel like that was the case, the Queen seemed to be telling the truth.

“Alright, fine. If you want to play hide the pickle, let’s do it,” Eddie said.

Ravina scrunched up her nose giving him a distasteful look. She did not like his euphemism for describing sex.

“How romantic,” she said, flatly.

“Hey, you’re the one who wants to do this,” Eddie said.

“Really? You don’t find me at all attractive?” she asked.

“I never said that. But the whole thing about turning us into half gods, I think that part’s pretty insane,” Eddie said.

“And how do you think I feel?” Ravina said.

“I don’t know! You’re the one who said the gods told you to do this,” Eddie said.

“Exactly, I’m being told to do this!” Ravina said.

Eddie could see she was upset. The calmness and control that she had first projected when he had entered, dissolved and was replaced with frustration.

“So, you…you're doing this against your will?” Eddie asked.

“In some respects, yes. But it is my duty and I trust the gods. I just wish they could convince you and your brother instead of me,” she said.

The two stood across from each other, a heavy silence filling the gap between them.

“Look, can you just help me with not making this so…so…” Ravina said, trying to think of the right word.

“Weird?” Eddie offered.

“Uncomfortable,” she said, choosing a more refined word.

“How?” Eddie asked.

“For starters, don’t say “hide the pickle”,” she said.

Eddie nodded as if completely understanding her request. “Yeah, sure. Oh, how about let’s make the beast with two backs?”

“How about you stop talking?” she said.

They both laughed and Eddie gave her a delightful boyish grin. Ravina began to feel less apprehensive, feeling a little more comfortable around him. He seemed a jovial person, strong in his convictions but still able to compromise.

“So now what?” Eddie asked.

“Well, I suppose…oh, just come with me,” Ravina said, turning and leaving the greenhouse.

Eddie jogged up beside her as she made her way back to the sleeping sector of the palace. Ravina took them to her bed chamber and went intisde, but Eddie didn’t follow.

“Uh, are we really going to do this?” he asked, a little stunned.

Ravina grabbed him by this arm, pulling him inside. She poked her head out of the doors to ensure no one had seen them. Satisfied she closed the doors and locked them.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” Eddie said, chuckling.

“No, but it is not accustomed for a Queen to bring prisoners into her bedroom,” she said.

“So I’m still a prisoner, hmmm?” Eddie said, frowning.

“That depends on you,” she said, walking over to her vanity, removing her crown and setting on top. “Now, get undressed.”

“Whoa, I thought you liked things to be romantic,” Eddie said, air quoting the word romantic.

“We don’t even know each other. It’s hard to make this romantic,” she said, walking over to him, then turning her back to him. “Help me unfasten my dress.”

Eddie paused for a moment, he really hadn’t expected things to move as quickly as they were now. He thought she was taking him somewhere else to discuss the matter further. But she was diving right into it.

“Well, get on with it,” she said, moving her long hair out of the way.

“I’m doing it, stop being so pushy,” he said, but he was smiling.

Her bossy and fussy behavior was a turn on for him. He began unfastening her dress, watching as her bare back started to come into view. Once Ravina found the dress becoming loose enough, she wiggled out of it. Eddie stared as the dress slipped off her frame, revealing her slender back, curvy hips and round buttocks. He licked his lips, feeling the blood from his brain transfer into his loins. Ravina turned to face him, flipping her hair over her shoulders, her bare breasts exposed.

“Now you,” she said, placing her hands on her hips.

Eddie’s eyes were locked on her ample bosom, he hadn’t heard what she had just said.

“Oh, for the love of Freya,” Ravina said, pulling his tunic out from his trousers and working it over his head.

Once his tunic was removed, it was Ravina’s turn to stare. Eddie was thick with muscle, a solid block of a man. His chest was dusted with hair that progressed to a line down his firm abdomen, trailing down to his crotch. His bronzed skin was inked with tattoos and his nipples were hard. She held his tunic in front of her not knowing that her eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly open. He laughed softly, taking the tunic from her hands and tossing it aside.

“Anything else you wanna tell me to do?” he said, taking her into his arms.

His strong arms enveloped her into his embrace, her naked flesh pressed into this bare torso. Her nipples brushed against his hairy chest, delivering a gratifying tickle. His body was solid, built like a true warrior, but at the same time it was warm and inviting. He made her feel secure in his arms. She looked up and gazed into his eyes which were indeed the color of the raging sea. A mixture of deep blue, steel gray and emerald green.

“Yes, kiss me,” she said.

He smiled and lowered his head, skimming his plush lips over her own. She slid her arms around his thick neck and accepted his kiss. He was tender, first kissing her top lip then nibbling on her bottom. The lovers carefully explored the surface of each other's lips, then Eddie’s tongue glided into her mouth. A deep ache swelled within her nether regions, causing her core to throb, demanding that she fill the emptiness. And not just to fill, but to overfill, to cram, to stuff, to make it seem like her poor cunt would burst from the volume that would be Eddie’s cock. Her dainty hands slipped into his soft, brown hair while his strong, calloused hands moved to rest on her hips, his fingertips resting on the base of her rump.

Their kiss began to grow more desperate. A developing, lustful hunger that was starting to consume them both. Eddie’s hand moved down to her thighs and he hiked her up onto his hips. He carried her over to the bed as they kissed and he laid her down upon it. He stood back, kicked off his boots and removed his trousers. Ravina watched as his erection was released from the restraint of the cloth. His phallus was an impressive size and she pushed off the bed to touch it. Her fingers gingerly traced the outline of his length, enjoying the sensation of the veins and hard flesh beneath her fingers. Eddie emitted a gravelly growl, the type of masucline moan that Ravina’s cunt to clench again.

He pushed her onto her back and she spread her legs around him. He kissed her again, slowly and deeply, his tongue prying her mouth open. Ravina could feel the heat and pressure of his cock betwixt her thighs. As he kissed her, his slight movements edged her folds around the head of his cock. The base of it occasionally brushed against her clit causing Ravina to moan out in pleasure. Eddie moved to her neck, she felt his teeth scrap over her skin, his tongue lick and his mouth suck. He gradually moved downwards, focusing on her breasts. His mouth landed on her left nipple, he held her tit in his hand as he suckled. She gasped and gripped the covers of the bed, shuddering beneath the weight of his body.

Eddie could feel the top of his cock getting wet from her cunt. He gave the nipple he wasn’t sucking a light pinch, eliciting a sexy little cry from Ravina. He then directed his fingers down between her legs, pushing two thick fingers into her entrance, testing to ensure his Queen was thoroughly drenched. Her nectar gushed over his fingers and he carefully worked them in and out of her, his thumb skimming the surface of her quivering clit. Ravina writhed atop the mattress as Eddie looked down upon her, focusing intensely on her pleasure. He pressed his forehead against hers as he worked his fingers, her honey dripping over his fingers now. She arched her back and whimpered, her hands holding him tight. He watched her come undone, her cream rushing forth, her body tensing and the most sensual moans Eddie had ever heard come forth from a woman were released from her mouth.

Ravina felt almost delirious as she came down. She watched as Eddie situated himself between her legs. He kissed her gently on the nose.

“Mind if I?” he said, squaring up his cock with her entrance.

She nodded, nipping at his nose, making him chuckle. Ravina found his nose adorable. It was a little smashed, he must have broken it a few times. But it only enhanced his handsome features. Eddie eased into her, Ravina feeling the width of his cock delve through her walls. The expansion of her pussy caused Ravina to tense up, she wrapped her arms around him. As she clinged to him, she bit softly into his shoulder.

“Hey, am I hurting you? You’re fucking tight. When’s the last time you played hide the pickle?” he said, jokingly.

She gave him an unamused look. “What did I say about the pickle thing?”

“Hey, beautiful. Pay attention, huh? Your pussy is about to turn my cock into a fucking diamond. Am I hurting you or not?”

“Only a little, I just need to adjust to your size,” she said, wiggling her bottom causing him to slip further inside, her walls hungrily swallowing him.

This action caused the both of them to moan in pleasure.

“Whoa, wait. Let me just…fuck, you feel so good…um, just give me a second,” Eddie said, lowering his head and trying to focus all his will power on not thrusting his hips.

“Eddie, stop treating me like I’m a virgin. Give it to me,” she said, gently raking her nails down his lower back down to his firm buttocks.

This made Eddie shudder and his cock flexed inside her. Ravina spread her legs wider, offering herself completely to him. He nodded and began to thrust, his thickness opening her up, molding her around his cock.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, but…I want more. Go harder,” she said, closing her eyes.

She was enjoying the strange sensation of pain and pleasure as he began to fuck her harder. He gripped her arms and pinned them to the bed. He continued to deliver power thrusts, keeping his head low, concentrating on maintaining his composure. She lay with her legs open, her most intimate body part being subjected to a merciless barrage of Eddie’s bulging cock. She liked that he was pinning her down, the lack of control to make him stop was very appealing. Suddenly the urge to role play stuck her.

“Please release me, I beg you,” she whispered.

Eddie slowed down immediately and froze.

“Huh?”

“Why are you stopping?” she asked.

“You said…” Eddie began.

“I know, just play along,” she said, looking at him earnestly.

“Ah, I see,” Eddie said, picking up the pace again.

“You WolfBlood beast, I’m the Queen of Rakovec, you cannot do this to me,” she whined as he stuffed her cunt.

“Shut up, slut. You need this, didn’t you? You brought us here to get your tight little pussy pounded, yeah?”

The demeaning talk was getting Ravina closer to another ograsm as he ravished her.

“No, let me go!” she said, playing the part of damsel in distress.

“Beautiful little slut, you’re enjoying this. My own personal fucktoy, getting her little hole filled with my meat. Now shut up and take it!”

With that, Eddie edged himself up into her core, filling her up completely. He flexed his cock and Ravina moaned out his name. She shuddered and he watched her once again come undone. Her brow furrowed, her mouth opened and sexy little cries poured forth as she came. It was time for him too and he jackhammered her into the mattress as he cashed after his release.

“Don’t pull out, cum inside me,” she moaned into his ear.

Those words alone were enough to topple him over the edge and he tensed up. The release came in a flood and he moaned loudly as his seed spilled forth from his bulging tip. Ravina felt his hot seed fill her womb, as he hung his head and groaned between her tits. His cock grew limp within her and he removed himself. He looked down at her with hooded eyes.

“Well, damn. Who’d have thought the Queen of Rakovec was a sexy little fox,” he said, grinning.

She smiled and traced his impressive chest with her fingers. It most certainly had been a memorable session of intense love making. She sighed dreamily, enjoying the presence of such a deliciously handsome man when her eyes flew open. There had been a purpose to this, not just for sex.

“How do you feel?” she asked, pushing him up off her.

She inspected him closely, cupping his face, turning his head side to side.

“Uh, what?” Eddie asked, confused.

“The ritual, it is complete. How do you feel? Do you feel….godly?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah for sure, I feel pretty godly after getting you to cum twice,” he said, grinning.

She stared at him in disbelief.

“You mean…you mean nothing’s changed, you feel the same?” she asked.

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t feel like a half god, or whatever,” he said.

Ravina rested back on her bottom and looked confused.

“No…this can’t be…I was told…” she said, shaking her head.

Eddie watched as Ravina appeared to have lost every bit of happiness from their previous experience.

“Hey? What’s the matter?” Eddie said, with concern.

Ravina looked up at him, tears in her eyes.

“It’s all a lie. I…I can’t,” she said, climbing out of bed.

“Wait, hey, come here,” he said, pulling her back into the bed.

He wrapped her in an embrace and held her against him. They were sitting at the edge of the bed and Ravina felt limp in his arms.

“Forget it, hmmm? It’s gonna be okay,” he said, kissing her cheek.

He tasted the salt of her tears and he nuzzled his nose into her neck.

“Your powers should have been released. She was wrong, I’m not the one,” she said, numbly.

“Who was wrong?”

“My grandmother, she said I was chosen for you and James. And if you didn’t turn into a half god…all this is…it’s either a lie or I’m not the one,” she said, her voice trembling.

Ravina sent Eddie away. He only obeyed as she seemed very upset. He thought they still had a wonderful time together. He was disappointed that she couldn’t get past the fact that he hadn’t turned into a half god at the end of it. None of it mattered, anyhow. He and James were planning an escape and he needed to focus on getting back home. Having sex with Ravina proved that the half god rumor was nonsense, but having been with her in such an intimate way, Eddie couldn’t help but care for her. She seemed so upset and it hurt him to see her in pain. But he’d push his feelings aside.

That night, Ravina would confront her grandmother and James and Eddie would plan their escape.

#james delaney #eddie brock #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #tom hardy smut #Viking AU #AU fantasy

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mlobsters · 8 months

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supernatural s9e5 dog dean afternoon (w. eric charmelo, nicole snyder)

so is this is the one that has spawned the bestiality fics i've seen? lol. i fear for what i know of the episode that it may be challenging to watch. and the recap is all the slapstick cringe comedy i ... struggle with

SAM How is that kid still recovering from Branson? DEAN What can I say? He's an amateur. The slippery nipple shots at the Dolly Parton Dixie Stampede nearly killed the guy.

all right.

i feel like i've spent hours complaining about conflict involving them lying/hiding shit from each other

the expanse s3e11 fallen world - brock johnson as grigori

S.N.A.R.T. made me laugh, reluctant point

SAM What's that smell? DEAN Patchouli. Yeah, mixed with depression from meat deprivation.

look at that url. bogus ip address and no http but ehhh. sam's consulting doctor google for a diagnosis

so the unconscious playing fetch with the napkin while talking to sam was actually really cute. but of course, couldn't leave it that subtle :p think i died a little while he yelled at the mail carrier. speaking of....

well this is a familiar voice

will & grace - leslie jordan as beverley leslie

no words, just me shaking my head

YORKIE No, I'm not above licking feet. Hey, big'un! Come back here!

committed to dog sex jokes

CHEF LEO Ah. [He holds up a container labelled “Wolf Heart.”] Dog on sort-of dog.

....

in for a penny..

SAM Yeah, but, I mean, why – why would he ask that? Why – why did he want to know what I was? DEAN Who the hell knows? He was all jacked up on juice, you know? He was possessed by – by something he couldn't control. It was... [long pause] It was a – a matter of time before it completely took over.

surely sam can tell dean's hiding something by now. and the whole bleeding out thing. and then not. is this gonna drag out the entire half season?

well, that could have been worse.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 9x05 #leslie jordan #hiky #spnhiky #will & grace #eric charmelo #nicole snyder

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I surprisingly enjoyed the last Yellow version run, though that may had more to do with me abusing glitches to do the black arts of Pokemon.

Now I’m considering in doing some Yellow version challenge runs (off-Tumblr though), all glitchless. So no Mew (ㅠ.ㅠ), no Missingno. army, no level 100 guy before Brock, etc. Also note that most of these challenges prevent me from using Starmie as well.

#1: Pikacrap Do not gain any exp with Pikachu. Because f*ck that thing. Did you know? You can get a free Jolteon, and Jolteon is better than Pikachu in literally every single way. So I’m going to start the game, immediately throw the first fight, beeline for Viridian City for the fetch quest, and then catch a Pidgey and/or a Rattata, and then shove the Pikachu in a box for the rest of the game.

#2: Noob-it-up Only use Pokemon that are available before reaching Cerulean City. I would’ve picked only the first 3 zones (Pallet Town, Route 1, Viridian City), but NOTHING in those areas can learn Cut, and without Cut, I physically can’t progress the game. And I also need Surf and Strength.

#3: Free to Play Only use gift Pokemon. You want me to PAY for Pokeballs?! Madness. Full cheapskate mode engaged. Options: Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Charmander, Squirtle, Eevee, Hitmonlee/Hitmonchan, Omanyte/Kabuto, Aerodactyl, Lapras.

#4: Pay to Win Only use Pokemon that can be bought (other than starter). Who has time to find and catch sh*t when you can just BUY them? Whether that be in cash or coins at the casino, only buy stuff. Options: Magikarp, Abra, Vulpix, Wigglytuff, Scyther, Pinsir, Porygon. But I have to be able to use the starter until I can buy the first Pokemon and level it to the point where it can DO something (Magikarp only has Splash until level 15), AND I need a very temporary guy for the single instance where I absolutely need Cut.

#5: New Sh*t Only use Pokemon that I have never RNGed and EVed before, counting all evolution forms across all generations. So, in my main games, I got pretty bored and RNGed and EV raised all sorts of crap to level 100. I have a Raticate, after all. And a Lickilicky. And looking at the list of the first 151 Pokemon, here are the following Pokemon-evolution-lines that I have never made: Butterfree, Fearow, Arbok, Nidoqueen, Wigglytuff, Parasect, Farfetch’d, Hypno, Weezing, Seaking. Obviously, at this point, if I have never made one of these, then they must be GARBAGE, right? Joy.

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Notes and Observations on FNAF TFTP Vol 2: Happs

Before we get into it, I need to say… I did not enjoy this volume. I thought the first story was pretty good, but the second and third one were not fun, man. I really liked the character of Steve in the first story, and the plot of a man being essentially kidnapped and continuously gaslit by "his family!" It really worked for me! But those other two… oof.

I have two main complaints about the second and third stories. The first problem is how long the stories are - so much of the stories just long segments of nothing happening, and I was so bored for so much of them.

My second complaint is that both of these stories portray subject matter that I don't think is appropriate for the book's target audience of young, impressionable teens. "Happs" is told from the POV of a teenager who thinks about harming his classmates, with a narrative that encourages the reader to understand his reasons and rationalizes them, not offering alternatives for dealing with his negative emotions. And "B-7" is… well, I saw a few book reviews that referred to this story as "tone deaf at best and outright offensive and cruel at worst," and I'm inclined to agree with that statement. I'll get more into it later in this post.

Also worth noting: according to the wiki, these stories were written solely by Andrea Waggener and Elley Cooper. Whether the initial story outlines came from Scott or not I don't know, but I thought it was interesting that he didn't do any of the main writing.

But overall, this volume was a disappointment. But, with that said, let's get into it.

"Help Wanted"

This story centers around a gas station employee named Steve Snodgrass. Steve wanted to be a video game developer but never got the chance, so he's stuck in a low-paying job he doesn't want.

"Sometimes stray cats followed him…" I see this as an absolute win.

Steve is working on making a computer game on his own time, largely just as a way of sorting out what his actual abilities are and to hopefully turn it into a portfolio project. The game is a family friendly game of fetch quests starring playable chipmunk characters, and is called "Chip Off The Old Block."

(Steve is definitely a stand-in for Scott himself, isn't he? Down on his luck game dev? Making a game that sounds similar to "Chipper And Sons?" He's gotta be Scott.)

At work the next day, a strangely well-dressed man approaches Steve in the gas station and offers him a job. He gives Steve his business card, which labels him as one of the higher-ups at Fazbear Entertainment.

(The man's name is Brock Edwards, which absolutely SENT ME when I first heard the audiobook narrator say it. Sorry, but I've been a Marvel fan for years and all I could think of in that moment was an image of Eddie Brock wearing the Venom symbiote as a business suit.)

Steve's first thoughts about the Fazbear company is remembering all the rumors that used to float around about why the pizza places closed down - rumors involving murders and paranormal events. He doesn't know much about the company, though. Edwards assures him that the rumors are untrue, and explains that the company is trying to turn their public appearance around.

Steve has previously published two computer games that he made online, and Edwards says that Fazbear's found Steve through his games, and that they want him to make games for them. Specifically, they want him to take all those rumors about murder and hauntings and make horror games out of them, specifically to make fun of them.

"The idea seemed distasteful at best, cruel at worst." Yeah, that's just how Fazbear Entertainment rolls, baby!

Edwards explains that the company wants 4 of these games. He also says that, if Steve takes the job, he'll be taken to live in a fancy condo with luxurious amenities, all paid for by Fazbear's. FE will pay for his every want, need, or expense so long as he makes four simple games. (This… sure seems like a lot of kick-back for a game dev in this particular job. Especially given that Steve hasn't even accepted the job yet, or shown that he's remotely interested or even capable. His portfolio is made of family friendly fetch-quests, not tongue-in-cheek horror, but Edwards talks to him during this segment like Steve already has the job. A lot of it is just Edwards trying to sell the job, I get it, but Steve doesn't obviously seem to be a good fit for the role.)

Steve was under the assumption that the murders really happened, and the idea of creating games strictly to capitalize off of them makes him uncomfortable. He says as much to Edwards, and privately thinks to himself that he doesn't like the idea of making horror games for kids. He turns down the job offer and returns to mopping the gas station.

The next morning, he gets messaged on a dating app by a woman named Victoria, who texts like a chat 'bot. I'm sure it's nothing, though. /sarcasm

Victoria immediately invites Steve over to her house over the weekend, saying she'll make lunch for him. He agrees. (Damn, woman! The grass doesn't grow under your feet, does it? XD )

Steve talks to his buddy, Matt, about the message from Victoria. Matt works at a computer store. (And this what… our third 'Matt who works with tech' character? Unclear if meaningful reference or running gag.)

Steve goes out to Victoria's house, which turns out to be a quaint little thing out in the country. He enters the house, but it turns out to be empty, completely devoid of any furniture. He wonders if this woman is actually a real estate salesman who's tricked him into coming to a house showing or something. A mechanical whirring and high-pitched ringing takes him off guard. The sound almost breaks his brain, but then seems to fade away, and he finds himself staring at Victoria, who's appeared in front of him and is somehow even more beautiful than her profile picture.

"Steve was instantly besotted." (Scott has really been letting Andrea's romantic fiction writing background come out in these book recently. XD I'm not complaining! But there are certain vocabulary words that I just simply do not expect from a FNAF book.)

The high-pitched ringing and mechanical screaming come back, and Steve falls unconscious on the floor. When he wakes up again, he's in the same house but the house is different. There's furniture in it now, and many personal items of his own, as well as those of Victoria's. While he's still disoriented, Victoria walks into the room to check on him, telling him he had a strange dizzy spell and talking to him like they've been together for years.

Victoria tells Steve that he was in a car accident a few years ago, and that because of it he sometimes forgets large chunks of his life. (Oof. Been there. Hate the feeling.) She's very patient with him though, and helps him fill in those blanks. As they talk, Steve realizes that he and Victoria have been married for a few years.

There's another time jump. This time, Steve is in bed, and is woken up by two children, a boy and a girl who look like both himself and Victoria. Steve assumes they must be his, but has no memory or knowledge of them. Assuming this is a normal part of his life, Steve follows them into the kitchen, where Victoria is making them breakfast. He learns that the kids are named Abigail and Avery. He and Victoria are both aware of his strange memory lapses, but they do their best to hide the situation from their children, who are too young to understand.

Steve learns he's still working at the gas station, since no other job opportunities came to him. Victoria tells him she's currently between jobs, and that they don't make enough money to keep the house they're living in. They're currently facing a foreclosure. Shortly after they're discussing their financial woes, a car drives up outside, and Brock Edwards himself steps out of the car.

Edwards and Steve have another conversation about a potential job with Fazbear's. Desperate to keep his house and provide for his family, Steve accepts the job.

Steve's cell phone is on the fritz. He doesn't remember how long it's been inoperable. The house Steve and his family live in is a ways out in the country, with no other human-inhabited structures nearby, rendering them completely isolated.

Steve is awoken during the night by the sound of someone moving around in the living room. Thinking it's a burglar, he grabs a softball bat and goes to investigate. It turns out to be his four-year-old daughter, Abby, who is walking in place and bumping into things like a Bethesda character. Her eyes are "blank" and "staring at nothing." This strange behavior stops when Steve calls her name, and she snaps back to behaving like a normal child (but not like one who's been sleepwalking).

All the doors in the house are kept partially ajar. "For some reason, none of them would fully close, let alone lock."

Victoria tells Steve that the kids both sleepwalk sometimes, and tells him that it's a trait inherited from him. She says that Steve sleepwalks and suffers from night terrors, but that so far the kids only have the sleepwalking part.

Steve doesn't sleep well. He keeps getting the feeling that there's something else in the house that's going to harm his wife and kids.

(Not me drawing parallels between this story and that time Scott was talking to fans online and said that he suffered from night terrors, leading to him convincing himself that his own characters were coming to attack his wife and kids. I'm not thinking about that at all.)

Now with his new job working for Fazbear Entertainment, Steve gets to work on the first of their line of games. He works from home, and works at it very diligently. He's determined to make the games as scary as he can, and pours a lot of his own fears and night terrors into the them.

One afternoon, the kids want their dad to play hide-and-seek with him (a game that never goes well in these books). This scene is actually pretty cute, with Steve pretending to struggle finding his son, who isn't a good hider, and loudly and theatrically asking "Where is Avery?"

Steve has trouble finding Abby, and gets worried. He starts to spiral, thinking about situations where kids go missing and are never found, or are taken and their parents never find out what happened to them. He starts to panic, seemingly for no reason, and he starts desperately searching for his daughter.

"Something about her invisibility triggered a primal parental fear."

Steve is also scared of certain locations in his own house. Certain closets and doorways that feature prominently in his nightmares, or spaces in the floor and walls that creak loudly when he doesn't expect them to. He loves the house, and is happy to live here with his family, but he also attributes his nightmares to the house, believing that something in the house is causing his increased anxieties and phobias.

Steve thinks about this while getting back to work on the Fazbear's game. He's programming jumpscares into the game now, largely inspired by his children jumping out at him from their hiding places.

That night, Steve goes to bed keyed up, and can't get to sleep. He's scared to go to sleep. (Ugh, been there too. My guy really is just like me fr.) While laying in bed not sleeping, he hears mechanical whirring and rumbling sounds in the walls of the house.

"Whatever was after him was inside the walls. Scurrying. Scratching. Looking for a way out."

"The surface of the wall began to pulse and throb, forming a large bubble on the surface that reminded Steve of the way cheese bubbles up on a pizza. Then, with a wet 'splat,' the bubble popped like a zit, and an oily, black substance spattered across the room." (Again with the pulsing doors and walls???? Dude, that's so gross! I love it!)

Victoria wakes up and tells Steve that he's having a nightmare and sleepwalking. She gets him back to bed, but he doesn't get to sleep.

Lol, "DJ Dan the Music Man!" XD

O the weather outside is frightful, and Steve and his family are trapped inside the house for several days as snow piles up outside. Steve becomes more fearful of the house and more manic about it over time.

One night, when Steve is taking a shower, he finds strange little cuts and abrasions on his arms and legs. They remind him of shaving cuts, but they're all in places where he doesn't shave. He remembers playing a game of Tickle Fight with his kids earlier, wherein they touched him in a lot of these places, but he can't imagine that's connected at all.

Steve is also suffering from constantly hearing a high-pitched ringing sound. He doesn't know what it is or where it's coming from, but he's convinced it's something that means to hurt him. (Have you considered that you might have tinnitus? I'm told that's what it's like.) The high-pitched ringing only stops when he's working on the games for Fazbear. (… Huh.)

"Here's the latest hit from Sailor Thrift!" (Lol! What's her latest hit? "Fortresses Falling?" "Exurban Tall Tales?")

Steve has another round of apparent night terrors, wherein he sees giant mechanical snakes burst out of the walls of his home to attack him. He tries to warn his wife about the snakes. Victoria suggests it's time to find him a therapist. (Which is a fair call to make when your husband is hallucinating giant snakes in the dead of winter in the northern hemisphere.)

Oh! And now there are spiders! Steve hallucinates giant spiders next. (And boy howdy do I *adore* the nightmare imagery of this segment! It's soooo gross, lol.)

Steve comes to the conclusion that the high-pitched ringing he keeps hearing is a malfunctioning smoke alarm in the house. He finds the smoke alarm and yanks it off the ceiling, and then destroys it against the floor. This stops the ringing, but now he hears more mechanical sounds, sounds that make him think of "the production floor of a small factory."

As he looks around himself, he can also see that the house around him is different. There are treadmarks on the floor. There are trapdoors in the walls and ceilings, located in the same places where he keeps hallucinating monstrous animals emerging. As he looks around, he thinks the house looks like the inside of an amusement park's haunted house ride.

(The "smoke alarm" here is definitely something akin to the illusion disks from the earlier books, right? A circular object with a flashing light in the center of it, makes a high-pitched noise, causes those nearby to see and experience things that aren't real? Def illusion disk.)

Something approaches from behind him, and Steve ducks into a coat closet. The door doesn't close all the way, taking away his sense of security. Peeking through the gap in the door, Steve sees a robot wheel into the room, a simple steel design with a feminine mask. The robot is clearly looking around itself, and calls out Steve's name in his wife's voice and mannerisms. This robot is soon joined by two smaller robots, these ones with masks of children's faces on them. These smaller robots speak in Abigail and Avery's voices, and ask the first robot "Mommy? Where's Daddy?"

Steve has the unfortunate realization that his beloved family aren't real. Despite this, he has to sit still and keep silent so the robots won't find him.

As the robots search the nearby rooms for Steve, they begin to act less and less like humans, their searching becoming more aggressive and violent. (They pick up furniture to look under it for Steve, and it just made me think of that one bit from the graphic novel where Circus Baby picks up the couch while looking for Carlton. XD)

There's been a radio in the house that Victoria keeps on a lot of the time (the one with DJ Dan the Music Man!). During this scene, DJ Dan addresses Steve personally, trying to convince him to come out of his hiding spot. The DJ's voice tells Steve that he needs to come out, and that his wife and kids are worried about him, all while Steve's robotic "family" continue to tear apart the room searching for him. There are also multiple of these radios spread out around the house, allowing the DJ to speak to him in each room.

The DJ talks to Steve in a way that makes it clear that Steve is being watched, either by the DJ himself or by someone else. It's also clear at this point that someone has been watching Steve for years, since the DJ references private aspects of Steve's life from before he met Victoria, and even before Fazbear's approached him.

The DJ tells him that yes, the "night terrors" were caused by an external force (likely Fazbear's, but he doesn't say), and that their only purpose was to inspire Steve with making the games. The DJ offers to stop the night terrors altogether if that's what Steve wants.

Steve realizes that he's been both happier and more fearful in this house than he ever has in the rest of his life. He decides to stay here, in a fantasy world with scary robots and a fake family. He asks the DJ how he can stay in this house, and the DJ instructs him to walk to a specific part of the house and press a button. When Steve pushes the button, the high-pitched ringing returns, knocking him to the ground.

Once the ringing dies down, Steve finds himself facing Victoria again. Choosing to forcefully forget that she's not real, he goes to his wife, hugging her and kissing her. Victoria holds him lovingly and whispers comforting words to him… while stabbing him in the heart over and over.

Presumably, Steve dies in the arms of his robot wife, happy to do so because of whatever mind control device exists in the house.

He never did finish those games for Fazbear's, though. Like yes, he was hired to create the in-universe equivalents of FNAFs 1, 2, 3, and 4, but he never finished them.

I wonder if DJ Dan the Music Man is meant to actually be some form of everyone's favorite spider animatronic DJ Music Man, or if he's just Brock Edwards or another person from Fazbear's who's just using the DJ's name as a joke. Because the idea of the DJMM speaking into this fake house set-up is much funnier to me than the alternative. Just a big ol' spider standing over a house, playing pop songs while watching a man and three endos wander around inside.

"Happs"

The hero of this story is a high school boy named Aiden, who, of course, gets bullied by the other kids from his school, even when they aren't at school.

I… I didn't realize "jackass," "crap," and "pissed" were appropriate words for the age rating on these books. They definitely weren't when I was in that age bracket and reading Scholastic books. It took me by surprise but y'know, if your audience is willingly reading stories about murder robots, they're probably fine with some edgier vocabulary words.

Aiden and his friend Jace (short for Jason, I assume?) go to the Mega Pizzaplex, where Aiden gets a black eye from one of his bullies while playing Fazer Blaster. His new injury is then mocked and laughed at by some girls from their school, causing Aiden to mentally spiral a bit, thinking about how much he hates his classmates.

(Side note: because I'm listening to the audiobooks, I don't always know how characters' names are spelled until I hop onto the wiki later to check the spelling. Since I assumed Jace's name was short for Jason, I spelled it "Jase" all throughout my notes. And because there's a bit about Aiden's bullies and a teacher mispronouncing his name, I was led to believe that his name was an intentional misspelling of the name Aiden as "Aedon." Like his parents were those kind of parents who spell their kid's name strangely. I believe I corrected every instance of the spelling, but if you happen to notice a "Jase" or "Aedon," that's why.)

Aiden and Jace joke about stabbing their classmates. I get the feeling Jace is actually joking, while Aiden isn't really joking at all.

The Pizzaplex they're at has an indoor roller coaster and complex system of plastic climbing tubes, both of which run across the building, between smaller attractions and over the walking traffic of customers. This sounds similar to the description of the Pizzaplex from the earlier story, "Under Construction."

"Happs," or really H.A.P.P.S. (the Helpful Automated Pipe Protection Server) is a safety and maintenance robot that Aiden and Jace have encountered at the Pizzaplex before. Happs' job is to systematically crawl through the plastic climbing tubes, checking for structural damage, cleaning the tubes, and helping any kids who have gotten stuck, lost, or simply scared.

Aiden is neglected at home, largely ignored by his parents. Jace lives with an abusive father, and talks about locking his father out of the house for his own safety. (What the text actually says is that Jace's father is "mean." And really? We're allowed to use words like "jackass" and "pissed" but we're not allowed to say "abusive?")

"The Pizzaplex was shaped like a pizza."

There's like… a long section describing the inside of the Pizzaplex.

The tubes are called "Freddy's Fortress" by the way. There are also decorative illusions throughout the tubes. These tubes are also soundproof, a fact that I'm sure won't cause any bad situations later in this story.

"How unsafe can it be?" In Fazbear's? Very.

The boys crawl around in the tubes, and they come across a section that's closed off. Aiden tries to break into the section, curious to see what's behind it, but he gets in trouble when Happs comes across them. The robot seems to understand that the boys are messing with the structure, but proclaims that the boys must be lost, and tries to forcibly guide them to an entrance point. Aiden and Jace get mad and assault the robot, beating and kicking Happs, breaking the robot into pieces. Their actions also cause the segment of pipe they're in to come loose, and the whole thing crashes down into a secluded part of the Pizzaplex.

The boys have the wind knocked out of them when they fall. When they come to, they find themselves in the dark, but in the hidden segment of the maze they had been trying to get into. Happs is nowhere to be seen.

A mechanism inserts a pipe partition behind the boys, blocking them into this section of the maze. Aiden realizes that the partitions are made of two-way mirrors, allowing him and Jace to see out but preventing anyone else from seeing in.

(I… don't understand this story. The pipe they were in broke off and fell, due to their roughhousing in it, but there's now a whole section of pipe maze to explore??? I don't understand how that happened.)

The boys explore this section of pipe for a bit, but slowly begin to realize that they may be trapped in here with no way to call for help. They start to get hungry and thirsty, and they have injuries from their fall. It's also pretty clear that Aiden and Jace can see through the pipes, watching people outside the sections, but no one else seems able to see them.

The boys try to break out of their new prison. They're interrupted by the arrival of the broken Happs. Happs' face and arms are broken, making the robot look like it's sneering and leaving the robot with sharp, metal limbs. He keeps stabbing and scraping with the dangerous remains of his arms.

"Happs appeared… And he did not look happy." I'm pretty sure the name 'Happs' was selected for the sole purpose of using this sentence.

(I think it's funny that "jackass" was acceptable dialogue earlier, but this section of the story insists on referring to the boys sitting "on their butts." "Ass" is no longer an appropriate word.)

Afraid of being stabbed by the robot, the boys run away from Happs. They just end up cornering themselves, becoming trapped deeper in the maze.

The boys end up forced into a physical confrontation with the broken Happs. They get injured, but don't succeed in damaging the robot any more than they already have.

… Back into a ballpit? So soon?

Happs catches up with them. He tries to grab Jace by the ankle, but, with no proper hands, the robot ends up slicing Jace's right foot clean off. While Jace screams in pain, Aiden grabs his friend and tries to carry him away.

Between the two boys, Happs keeps focusing on Jace. We were told earlier in the story that Aiden is further along in puberty than Jace is, and that Aiden looks a bit like an adult while Jace looks a bit like a little kid. A human could recognize that they're both teenagers in that weird, awkward stage of puberty, but I wonder if that's why Happs keeps focusing on Jace so much.

Aiden tries desperately to save his friend, but is unable to. Jace ends up impaled when Happs tries to pick him up, and Aiden both feels and watches while his best and only friend dies in his arms. Aiden tries to carry his friend's body with him while he tries to escape, but ends up unable to, and is forced to leave Jace's body behind.

"Jace was in the ballpit. Jace's blood was in the ballpit." … Sorry, I'm having thoughts about Eleanor's ballpit from the previous series. Y'know, the one filled with old blood and Remnant? Like a body (or multiple bodies?) was stored there? Yeah, I'm just… I'm just thinking.

I do not appreciate that moment of victim blaming. It's not the fault of Aiden and Jace that their classmates bullied them. A kid being "weird" or "a loner" shouldn't give the bullies clearance to harass them. While this moment of victim blaming happens inside Aiden's head, and he's a teenager who doesn't know any better than to blame himself in the moment, I just worry about including moments like that in a book series for teenagers. The younger members of the audience might get the wrong idea.

But, at the beginning of this story, I also wondered (and worried!) about Aiden's violent feelings being presented so openly. He literally suggests gutting a classmate like a fish as an appropriate way of handling the bully, and he fantasizes about shooting a classmate. He means shooting him with the Fazer Blaster gun in the game, but the point still stands. While I personally think it's important to present dark topics in fiction, and while I recognize this book series as a horror series about torture and child murder, I can't help but worry a little bit about these kinds of characters. These aren't side characters, or even just characters who happen to exist -- these are the main characters of these stories, built into a narrative that actively encourages the reader to relate to them. Aiden isn't the first protag of these books to fantasize about harming a classmate, and I'm sure he won't be the last, but I have some concerns about using them as pov characters in a book series for teens, many of whom are a certain level of impressionable.

"Aiden had been essentially herded like an animal into a killing zone. And now he had nowhere to go."

This story is so long, and most of it is just prolonging this kid's death. He doesn't even actually die during the story! The story ends before he actually dies. Presumably he ends up going out the same way Jace did, but… *shrugging.*

"B-7"

This story opens on a happy family enjoying an evening in front of the television: a mother, a father, and a little boy named Billy. Billy watches "Freddy and Friends," enraptured.

Billy is a miniature copy of his father in a lot of ways, both in appearance and in personality. Billy and his father have matching brown hair, brown eyes, and similar facial features, and Billy doesn't think he looks anything like his mother, who has blonde hair and different facial features.

Billy has previously been a very sickly child. He's too young still to know exactly what was wrong with him, but he knows he's spent a substantial amount of time at the hospital as a patient, and that he's "had his back stuck full of needles."

Billy's father is away at work most of the time, and has some sort of office job. Billy's mother works from home as an investor and financial advisor.

Billy's father (Dan) doesn't like "Freddy and Friends," and tries to switch the TV to a sports game… y'know, while his preteen son watches his favorite show. Parent of the year right there.

On screen, the Fazbear characters sing, dance, eat pizza, and point to a security camera mounted on the wall above them. The characters ask each other "Who do you think is watching us?" and decide to go find the person watching them through the camera.

Freddy is Billy's favorite character. Billy decides he wants to be like Freddy, pretends to be an animatronic for the rest of the evening and into the next morning. He walks stiffly and speaks robotically. He likes the idea of being big and strong. He also believes that animatronics don't feel pain, and likes the idea of not feeling any pain.

Billy's dad spends three seconds with his son at breakfast and then decides to go get breakfast at the office. (My god, dude, could you at least try to be a decent parent? Would it kill you?)

At kindergarten, some of Billy's friends play robot with him, while others don't. He gets in trouble with his teacher for singing loudly all through class.

… This kid's inner monologue actually gets more robotic over time. It's meant to be a game, this little boy playing pretend and acting like a robot, but he's referencing how robots are designed and programmed in ways he shouldn't understand, and it using big words (like "visual processor") that I wouldn't expect out of a kindergartner. Sure, we could assume that he just really, really likes robots and has absorbed a lot of information about them, but he started playing this game last night. He hasn't had time to gain knowledge like this yet, has he?

At dinner, Billy regales his parents by listing off all the contents of his "memory banks," reciting everything he saw throughout the day. His parents are surprised by his memory recall, but don't think much of it.

Billy continues to pretend he's an animatronic the next day. His parents and kindergarten teacher are already fed up with it, and express concern to each other about how long his game will go on. (Which is ridiculous, because it's only been two days. Plenty of kids will quit a game like this within minutes, while others will continue with it for weeks or longer. Kids are just… like that.)

Billy decides he's a much more advanced animatronic, deciding that now he's one that's been designed and programmed to behave like a little boy. He "updates his programming" during the night, and the next day he behaves like an ideal child.

… Most of this story is the inner monologue of a robot child narrating its actions and processing the new information it's given. It's really not particularly interesting for story material.

In grade school, Billy learns that robots need oil. He gets some oil that his dad has in the garage and drinks it, convinced that it's something he needs. It makes both his head and stomach hurt, but he drinks more of it anyway. One day, Billy wakes up extremely sick. His mother ends up taking him to the hospital. The doctor tells Billy that the best oil for him is olive oil.

Billy is unable to keep track of the passage of time. Summer vacation from school and holidays take him by surprise.

Billy overhears a lot of whispered conversations throughout the story.

Billy has pretended to be a robot for four years now. Billy is so devoted to this game of make-believe that he genuinely believes himself to be a robot, and acts as one, carrying out tasks in a simple, joyless manner.

His parents, Dan and Vera, have a fight about Billy's mental state one evening. It's implied that Billy almost died as a toddler, and because of that Vera is willing to accept any oddity of her son's personality, so long as she knows he's nearby and healthy. Dan, on the other hand, expresses that Billy should be institutionalized, and seems to believe that having a potentially special needs child is "hell on earth." (Have I made it clear yet that I find Dan insufferable? Because I do.)

Billy overhears the argument. He has no emotional response at all - as a robot, he doesn't care if his father likes him or not.

Dan blames Billy's behavior on the "Freddy and Friends" cartoon. (Which would have been such an interesting idea! Like if Fazbear's put subliminal messages in their cartoons, and any audience member who picked up on it started behaving robotically, their minds and bodies hijacked. That would have been neat. But this is just a throwaway line that goes nowhere.)

A day later, Billy watches impassively as his father leaves them and his mother cries.

"It is not possible for a thing not to be the thing it is. The thing is the thing."

"Have you ever heard of an animatronic growing before?" "No, I have not heard of a growing animatronic." (Oh, oh! I have! I have!)

More time passes. Billy should now be starting 7th grade, but he decides not to go to school anymore, finding it too restrictive and frustrating. He decides to educate himself by reading books from the library.

Billy has had his mother replace his bed with a steel table, deeming it more suitable for his "recharging" schedule.

(I'm listening to the audiobook, and the narrator is still reading Billy's lines of dialogue in the voice of a little kid, despite him presumably being about 12-ish at this point.)

At this point in his life, Billy thinks he looks more and more like his absent father with each passing day. Meanwhile, he recognizes that his mother looks more and more tired with each passing day, but he doesn't know what to do about this.

Billy has been seeing a therapist the entire time he's been acting as a robot. The therapist clearly hasn't exactly helped him much. Mainly, she seems to encourage his belief that he is a robot, but she also shows him ways to "behave like a human," so as not to scare strangers.

"Animatronics do not efficiently digest color." (Please save this kid from his self-enforced all-white diet!)

Billy is now 18-years-old. If anything, he is even more robotic than he has been before. He refers to his birthdays as "his creation day," as robots are created instead of born. He lives exclusively in the (unfinished) basement of his mother's house, and eschews all personal possessions and effects.

One day, Billy finds his mother dead in the bathroom. It's implied that she tried to overdose herself, but then ultimately drowned in the bathtub.

His mother left a computer file for him to read, instructing him in detail how to "upgrade his programming from an 'animatronic son' to an 'animatronic adult.'" And, because of something his late mother said, Billy can't tell anyone that he's an animatronic. It "goes against his programming."

"In other words, Billy was a robot, but his physical systems were like those of a human."

Now in his early 20s, Billy starts to get the feeling that he's human after all, but obviously that's incorrect; he's been a robot for the past decade and a half of his life, so obviously he can't be human. This leads to him seeking out and finding an unlicensed doctor who is willing to perform illegal surgeries on him, removing Billy's limbs and replacing them with robotic prosthetics.

"As an animatronic, Billy did not experience pain. He did, however, have tactile senses that reported pain-like awareness from time to time. … Billy had not chosen any of these reactions [of bleeding and crying in pain]. He had to assume they were programmed. The blood and tears were not welcome."

Sentence: ends with the word "agony." Me: Oooh, they said one of the secret words!

Again, Billy has his arms and legs removed and replaced with metal prosthetics. He doesn't think he needs physical therapy or any time to heal, as he doesn't believe he's an organic creature. This entire process goes about as well as you might imagine.

Billy starts hanging out on internet forums. He befriends a woman named Maliah who expresses that she isn't happy with her body, a sentiment he shares even though her reasons are different. They talk, and she tells him about her abusive father (Oh! So now that word is appropriate??), her daddy issues, and the abusive men she's dated in the past who picked up on and took advantage of her daddy issues. Billy learns a lot about interpersonal relationships from her.

Maliah flirts with him. Billy doesn't know how to respond.

Maliah talks about not liking her face, and tells Billy that she wants to get a nose job. This gives Billy the idea that, now that his limbs reflective his robotic nature, he could get his face and even other body parts changed as well.

(While Billy and Maliah are talking, Billy tells her he "wants to change his outer self to match his inner self," and otherwise expresses that he wants to change his body to match how he perceives himself. On the whole, Billy gives off very autistic and trans vibes.)

Maliah agrees to meet him in person. She arrives at his house and, strangely, despite his appearance and behavior, they hit it off at first.

"If he kills you, it'll save you money in surgeries. You won't have to try to look good for someone other than a serial killer." (In love with this woman, actually.)

"This was why Billy liked Maliah. She made him think in ways his processors had not thought in before." (… Why is that cute and wholesome? "She makes think differently!" It's weirdly sweet.)

Billy and Maliah start dating. (Not a turn I expected this story to take.) Billy learns that he likes having a girlfriend, and that he likes kissing.

Billy goes back to the unlicensed surgeon, this time to change his face. He has metal plates inserted into his face, making his face look more square and robotic-looking. Maliah is a little concerned about this.

Next, Billy has the whites of his eyes dyed black. He can still see, but now his eyeballs look completely black. Interestingly, Maliah actually likes this modification.

Then Billy decides to have his tongue removed, and a synthesizer placed in his throat. He also decides to have his ears removed. Maliah is decidedly not into these modifications. She doesn't understand these changes Billy is making to himself, and Billy, still acting under his mother's "programming," doesn't tell her that he believes himself to be a robot. Maliah still tries to be a supportive girlfriend to Billy, but it's an obvious struggle for her.

Billy changes his name to "B-7," feeling that that's a better name for an animatronic. This seems to be the final straw for Maliah, as she stops interacting with him at all.

"B-7" goes to admire his new body in a full-length mirror, and it's seeing his reflection that breaks the spell, as it were. He's frightened by his own reflection, and realizes that he's only human after all, not an animatronic, and that his mind and body were never originally built to be an animatronic. He realizes that his pursuit of becoming a robot was doomed from the beginning, and that, in that pursuit, he's also ruined any change he could have ever had of being a normal man.

(Weird that this story is titled for the name Billy calls himself for about 2 paragraphs.)

Billy dresses himself in his father's clothing, then sits and thinks for a few hours. Late that night, Billy leaves the house, shambling into the night. He goes to a junkyard, thinking it's the only place where a freak like him belongs, and he climbs into the backseat of an old car, where he falls asleep.

He's awoken the next day by the sounds and sensations of the car being put into a trash compactor. Understanding what's happening, Billy stays out of sight, eagerly awaiting his own death. Fully human once more, Billy feels himself being crushed, watches himself bleed, and otherwise accepts his own death.

… Really? Really, Andrea? Really?

Okay, listen… Billy/B-7 gives off such strong trans vibes, even though he's not supposed to be. Like, on the surface, he's a human who perceives himself as a robot, and that's fine. But you could read him as an analogy for the feelings and experiences of a transperson - he perceives himself as a different identity than the one he was assigned at birth. I genuinely couldn't tell you how intentional that aspect of his portrayal is.

But, if he's supposed to feel like a trans character… it's extremely frustrating that his choice of identity and lifestyle causes his family to fall apart, and ultimately causes him to off himself!? Especially when there are so many queer and queer-questioning kids in the FNAF fanbase… I don't think they should be presented with a story that really feels like it's trying to portray a trans character who believes themselves to be a freak that's better off dead. Like, whether intentional or not, the text is very much telling any 12-year-old reading this who is questioning their gender identity that they're better off killing themselves, which sucks for obvious reasons.

Also, to me, Billy/B-7 gives off very strong autistic vibes, another thing I'm not sure was intentional or not. He's genuinely a kind and intelligent person, but he lacks knowledge about social etiquette, causing him to come across as weird and awkward and even self-centered at times. He doesn't emote the way others do, and doesn't make facial expressions. He only wears certain kinds of clothes and only eats certain kinds of food (very much like a texture-sensitive person would do), and he gets easily overstimulated by hearing too many noises at once.

And again, we're in the same boat of "is the author/writing team saying that autistic children are too much work to care for? Or that there's no place in our society for autistic adults? Do they know that that's how the text comes across?" Because, again, and I cannot stress this enough, Billy commits voluntary suicide. And not only is that how the story ends, but the text very overtly tells us that his parents would have been better off if he'd died as a child. What kind of message is this sending to the autistic kids (and adults) in the audience?

And I don't mean to dump all the blame on Andrea Waggener. She's just the convenient scapegoat. Even if she's the sole writer on this story, she'd still only be partially responsible for it: the story would have been greenlit by (presumably) Scott or someone else in charge of the FNAF brand, and it would have had to go through multiple people at Scholastic before being published. Multiple people looked at this story as said "yeah, this is fine" and didn't give any thought to the textual implications.

This one just… AGH! I haven't been this angry at one of these stories since "Blackbird!"

Epilogue:

(The audiobook didn't make it clear that this was a different section, and, at first, I was confused about why we were spending so much time with a large group of random teenagers and what they were doing in Billy's story.)

We're introduced to some teens who are having fun (or trying to) at a local carnival in the late evening.

Soooo much teen drama… rolls eyes

This new cast of teens decide to go check out the new, half-built Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaplex. The main focal girl, Lucia, has heard rumors that the new building is being built over top of an old Freddy's, one where supposedly crimes took place. The new building is under construction, and the kids are interested in crawling around the unbuilt place.

Too many teens, can't keep track of them all. -_-

Their high school colors are purple and gold. Which makes sense, those are pretty common hs colors, but given what those colors are generally used for in this franchise, I just found that vaguely amusing.

This does kind of have a similar vibe to that of Charlie and her friends urban exploring in Freddy's in "the Silver Eyes."

The kids go looking for animatronics, knowing that the Pizzaplex received a shipment of them, despite the building not being finished. They go poking around in the basement, only to accidentally trap themselves. They find the remains of several dead construction workers.

They hear a metallic creak and a hiss. Believing this to be coming from a vent, the kids go looking for the source of the sound, thinking it might lead to a way out. They then hear footsteps approaching, and run to hide, assuming that anything down here isn't something they want to tangle with.

And that's where we leave them: scared and hiding from (presumably) the Mimic.

#five nights at freddy's #tales from the pizzaplex #a brief analysis #my thoughts and theory noodles

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