#but the bar for “hard” tasks is a little higher

[invisiblyvisiblejay]

guys i realized today i have so much less social anxiety now like i don't get anxious abt sending emails or texting people or whatever or like. abt random shit in general????? like i still get anxious abt Some stuff but i feel like it's more like. normal stuff. and less like if i send this email everyone will definitely hate me and blame me for everything. maybe my meds are finally working lol

#AND i have more energy #my like #executive functioning is bad #so switching tasks or starting “hard” tasks is still hard #but the bar for “hard” tasks is a little higher #and once i start i tend to be able to focus fairly well #so far #but ive only been on this new dose since like wednesday so like. less than a week lol #ALSO i didn't get massively depressed last weekend that's like. an accomplishment #like i didn't see anyone or talk to anyone very much on sunday and i felt like. a little shitty and didn't get a ton done #but i wasn't like. massively spiraling #we'll see if things keep up #wish me luck #i think if i kept feeling how ive been feeling recently i could definitely handle that

[vivwritesfics]

Fake It Till You Make It - CL16

The Princess of Monaco is wild and out of control. She needs to stop being in the tabloids for all the wrong reasons. Charles Leclerc has had a spot of bad press since his very public break up. He needs some good PR. What better way to fix their problems than to pair them up?

Fake Dating turned real dating trope

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For the purpose of this story, I have fabricated the royal family of Monaco. I have created the members of the family, their roles and what they do, using only the fact that Monaco has a royal family

ROYAL MESS

In the early hours of the Morning on Friday, the 19th of May, Princess Y/N of Monaco was found lying in the street outside of MK Club Monaco after what appears to be a wild night out. Fans of the princess know this is no new occurrence for her.

When asked, employees in the club were quoted as saying: “It is always a delight to serve the princess. She is always polite and kind when ordering from the bar, always offering to pay for the drinks of those around her."

"Princess Y/N is fun to party with, sure. But she takes it too far, gets too drunk, and leaves us all wondering how far is too far?" Said one club patron to our reporters.

It leaves us all wondering how far is too far for the Princess of Monaco? When will her family finally take action against her partying ways?

Pictures such as these are not uncommon for the Princess of Monaco, showing us just how far royal privilege goes. It is at times like these where we thank any higher power above us that she is just the spare

Y/N's brother threw the newspaper down in front of her. His jaw was tense and his eye twitched, having just read out the entire article. "Seriously?" He said and leaned forward on his desk, staring down at his sister.

"I don't know what you're so upset about," Y/N muttered as she picked at the dirt beneath her nails. "You're not in the article."

Her brother, Herni, Prince of Monaco, let out a huff. He wanted to grip his hair and pull out of frustration, but he couldn't do that, he had to be pristine and perfect.

For years he and his family had been working to try and improve Y/N's image. It was no easy task. Well, Y/N certainly didn't make it easy. The royal family had tried to control the press, control what the night clubs were saying; they had tried to control Y/N, but none of it was working.

Henri was at his wits end.

He stood straight and turned around, looking towards the window. "How do you not understand that your actions reflect our entire family? That this shit makes all of us look bad, not just you?"

"Like the article said, I'm just the spare," she spat back, not looking up from her nails.

"Oh, don't give me that shit." Henri tried to keep his composure calm, tried not to lose his shit, but Y/N was making it very, very hard. "You're just a spoiled, little brat," he hissed.

Y/N let out a dry laugh. "I'm the selfish one? Seriously, Henri?" She called and he shot her a dirty, venomous look. So, she continued. "Who was it that threw a tantrum like a child when he didn't get the Ferrari 250 GTO for twenty-third birthday?"

Her brother glared, easily hiding his surprise that she remembered the name of the car he had so desperately wanted seven years ago.

But then Henri dropped his glare. She was just lashing out because she was pissed off about the article, he realised as he sat in his seat. "Go on, get out of here," he said to her, his head falling into his hands. He grabbed the newspaper article and slipped it back into his desk drawer.

Y/N didn't have a job. She was twenty-two, living fast and living off her family. Her family had tried to force her to get a job, but that had only pushed her into being more wild and out of control. Henri, though, he had a job. Their father had given him the important task of keeping an eye on Y/N and putting out her fires. It was an exhausting job, one that had him losing sleep.

He had to do something, he had no idea what.

There was one thing Henri could force his sister to do. And that was attend the Monaco Grand Prix.

Every year Henri and Y/N went to the Monaco Grand Prix. Y/N could still remember the first time she ever attended the Monaco Grand Prix. She was just ten years old, an eighteen year old Henri holding her hand as they walked through the paddock. She remembered standing up on the podium, watching as her brother gave a trophy to Jenson Button, and going to give Fernando Alonso a trophy of his own.

This happened every year. And, every year since she was a little girl, Y/N looked forward to seeing Fernando Alonso. The Spaniard always seemed to remember her, always greeting her with a kind, wide smile. Although Y/N loved the races, this was her favourite part of the weekend.

Because she really did love the races. As much as she tried to act nonchalant, Henri knew she loved it, loved the sounds of the cars as they came driving past.

This year, Henri kept Y/N in front of him as they walked through the paddock, waving at the drivers and the teams. The Grand Prix was full of celebrities, as it was every year. And, as with every year, Y/N and Henri were the talk of the town.

In the Red Bull garage, Y/N and Henri met Tom Holland, the Spider-Man, who was awestruck. He couldn't quite believe it as the youngest member of the Monaco Royal Family stood in front of him, talking to him about his role as Peter Parker.

At the Aston Martin garage, Y/N ran straight into Fernando's arms. "There she is," he said as she hugged him back. The bond Y/N had with Fernando was special. They'd saw each other only once a year at the Monaco Grand Prix and, in a weird way, it was like he had watched her grow up right in front of his eyes.

He knew of her partying ways and it worried him, just like it would a father to his daughter. "How have you been?" He asked, his Spanish accent thick.

As Henri moved onto the Ferrari garage, his favourite garage, as Y/N chatted to Fernando. Her favourite garage was wherever Fernando was, and she wasn't afraid to admit that. They caught up on the last year and Fernando introduced her to his teammate, a man Y/N had only met briefly before.

In the Ferrari garage, Henri said hello to Carlos Sainz. Carlos and Henri had always been friendly, that friendliness growing into some kind of friendship when he moved to Ferrari.

But then then was Charles Leclerc.

Herni loved Charles. He had several of his old F1 cars, including one of his Sauber cars, in his private collection. He'd been following Charles's career closely as he represented their country. The day he had his first win in Monaco was going to be a big day for Henri.

"Ah, Charles!" Henri called as he spotted him, already in his race overalls.

The overalls themselves were red and white, matching the flag of Monaco. Charles grinned when he saw Henri, striding over to the prince. "How are you? How is your sister?" He asked as they walked together through the Ferrari garage.

Henri pulled a face. "She is... she is Y/N," he answered with a curt nod. "Anyway, how about you? How is your season going?" He asked.

Charles gave a pained smile, and that was answer enough for Henri. "Ah," he said as they continued to walk. "Well, today will be your day."

The pair continued to chat as they walked through the paddock, catching up like old friends. Because, by this point, they were old friends. Herni asked about Charles's family and his plans for the summer break, and about his girlfriend.

Again, Charles gave Henri a look. "Ah, no girlfriend," Henri said and Charles nodded.

"I got a bit of bad publicity from it," Charles said. "I'm surprised you didn't hear about it."

Suddenly, Henri got an idea. An incredible, wonderful, terrible idea. He looked at his friend, wearing a grin, and said, "I think we can help each other out."

It was clear Charles was confused. So, Henri continued. "My sister wild and out of control," he said. "She needs somebody to get her imagine under control, and you need some good publicity. Take my sister on a couple of dates, take her to some grand prix and it'll make the both of you look good."

Charles suddenly frowned. "What? Henri, we can't do that," he said.

Henri checked his watch. The race was bound to start any moment now, he needed to grab Y/N and go sit. "Think about it," he said to Charles, wished him good luck, and went back to the Aston Martin garage to find his sister.

Henri didn't say anything to his sister as they watched the race. They watched Charles go from pole to second, Henri trying not to let the disappointment show on his face as he watched Y/N give Charles his second place trophy.

There was a good few weeks where Henri didn't hear anything from Charles. So, he didn't say anything to Y/N, whilst also trying to get her under control.

It wasn't working; Henri was close to begging. He kept an eye out for Charles's name in the press, looking for that bad bit of publicity he was talking about. And there was a lot of it, international news outlets accusing Charles of cheating, saying his bad start to the season was because of Karma.

It wasn't looking good for him, thought Henri as his phone vibrated.

He picked it up and read through his messages.

Charles Leclerc

I'm in

***

It was rare for Y/N and Henri to eat dinner together. He was always busy and she didn't give a shit. But, today, Henri insisted.

They sat across from each other, a ridiculously long table between them. Any attempt at conversation was near to impossible with the distance between them.

So, with no thought of decorum, Y/N picked up her dinner and moved down the table coming to sit right beside her brother. "What were you saying?" She asked as she tucked into her dinner.

Henri cleared his throat. "I've been speaking with Charles Leclerc."

"Okay?" Y/N looked up at him, her brows furrowed. "Good for you, Hen."

"Just listen, please," he insisted and Y/N fell quiet, returning her attention back to her food. "Its been decided by your PR team, dad, and I, that it would be best if you were seen to be with someone more... presentable. And our friend Charles if also in need of a bit of good press at the minute."

"So you want me to fake date Charles Leclerc?"

Henri nodded his head. "Not fake date him, exactly. Just be seen with him."

Y/N sat back, tapping her fork against her plate. "Okay, why should I?"

Grinning, Henri used his fork to scoop everything into a pile on his plate. "Because, if you keep up with your partying lifestyle, we're cutting you off."

She said nothing. Throwing her fork down, she pushed her chair back and stormed off.

That was the thing with Y/N. She didn’t care for propriety or her image. She did what she wanted, without much thought of how it made the royal family of Monaco. She was the weekly scandal in the newspaper, the wild child.

Henri’s head fell into his hands.

For the next week, while Charles was away from Monaco at another race, Henri set everything up. He booked out a restaurant for them, picked out something for his sister to wear and prepared her for her date with a script. Henri was controlling everything. He had every move planned out and had Y/N run through it with him several times.

He was a complete control freak.

For the date, Henri gave his sister a set of rules. Charles was his friend, after all, and this was a PR stunt. Anything he could do to prevent Y/N from embarrassing the royal family any further.

That was how she found herself in an empty restaurant, an almost empty glass of wine in front of her. Charles Leclerc hadn’t arrived at the restaurant yet; fashionably late, Y/N assumed. She was five minutes away from leaving.

But then he walked in. It was not possible for this man to look bad, Y/N realised as he strode towards her. His outfit was simple, a white shirt, buttoned almost to the top (just revealing a bit of chest) and a pair of black trousers. His hair had that usual fluff, that he seemed to achieve effortlessly.

Y/N had seen pictures of him online since his career began. He always looked good, so it was no surprise he did now.

"I'm sorry I'm late," he said as he sat in the seat opposite her.

As if to prove a point, the princess finished her drink and placed her glass down. There was a flash to her left, a camera going off. But she didn't care - Henri could put out the fire he created.

Henri had given her a script, but Y/N wasn't going to follow it. That was boring. "Your brother is in F2, right?" Asked Y/N as food was brought over to them (Henri had decided what they were going to eat when he booked out the restaurant, arranging the food to be brought over as soon as Charles arrived).

Charles looked at her, clearly confused. "Um, yes," he answered. "He's with the Ferrari Drivers Academy," he said and took a sip of his own drink. "What is it that you do?"

She snorted. She hasn't meant to snort, but she couldn't help it. "I'm a princess, what do you think I do?"

But it wasn't clear. To Charles, it seemed like all she did was party. According to her brother, all she did was party. So Charles couldn't be blamed to think that.

He didn't answer her. This dinner wasn't going too well. That much was clear to everyone.

Letting out a sigh, Y/N sat back in her seat. "We need to make this look good," she said, glancing to her left. At the paparazzi not quite hidden in a bush outside of the restaurant. "You know what the news articles will be, right? 'Monaco Royalty... something something else."

Charles thought for a moment. The restaurant wasn't the right setting, this was clear.

So, he finished his drink and looked across the table, at the princess sat opposite him. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Fuck yeah Y/N wanted to get out of here. She grabbed her coat and, together, she and Charles walked out of the restaurant. A crowd of paparazzi followed them as they made their way to Charles's Ferrari SF90 Stradale.

It was a beautiful car, one Henri had wanted for the longest time. He he was going to flip his lid once he learnt that Y/N had been inside of it.

The paparazzi continued taking pictures of them as they drove off. "Where are we going?" She asked as he drove her through the streets of Monaco.

Y/N and Charles found themselves in a bar, three drinks deep. They talked casually, more like acquaintances than anything else.

Nothing happened in the bar, they just got to know each other a little better, without the awkward conversation of a formal dinner. Y/N found out about his love for music and he learnt that she was more than a just a party girl.

The next morning Y/N woke up in one of the many guest rooms with a pounding headache. She didn't remember getting back to the palace and was still in her dress from the night before. "Shit," she groaned, the light shining through her windows hurting her eyes.

She sat up and ran her hands through her knotted hair. Painkillers. She needed painkillers and she needed them now.

With no clothes to change into, she searched through the drawers for the much needed painkillers. And when she didn't find any, she made her way to her brothers office. "Henri," she sang as she pushed her way inside. And then she was leaning against the door, holding his head.

"I did it, I went on a date with Charles Leclerc."

"Well done," Henri said as he sat back in his chair. "He's taking you to Canada next week, so pack warm," he said and went back to his work.

Y/N glared at her brother and stormed off, making her way back to bed.

***

Canada. The only reason Y/N agreed to go was to see Fernando Alonso. She was there as Charles Leclerc's guest, but she didn't care. She ran straight to the Aston Martin garage, ran straight over to Fernando.

The Spaniard was surprised to see her, that much was clear. "What're you doing here?" He asked as she threw her arms around him.

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat. "I'm here as Charles's guest," she answered.

Fernando's eyes went wide. "Really?" He asked, his brows furrowing.

"I know," she answered.

It really was a surprise. Fernando had never even seen the princess of Monaco so much as interact with the Monégasque driver. He knew Prince Henri was a fan, but he didn't know Y/N was. So, he asked about it.

She didn't want to lie to Fernando. But she had to seel it. For the sake of the tabloids, she had to sell it. "Well, we met at the Grand Prix, hit it off, and the next thing I knew, we were going to dinner together."

"Dinner together? Wow," said Fernando. "So, do you want me to go easy on him out there?"

Grinning, she shook her head. "You do what you need to do to bring home a win for us Aston Martin fans," she said.

They said their goodbyes and Y/N made her way to the Ferrari garage.

It wasn't as if she and Charles knew each other; they'd drunkenly discussed things, but that was it. But now, she was playing the girlfriend, tucked into his side as he kept his arm wrapped around her. Before the race he held her close and she tried her best not to look uncomfortable. Play the part. All she had to do was play the part.

During the race she stayed in the Ferrari garage, watching alongside Charles's brother. Y/N had met Arthur before, she just couldn't remember where.

"So you're dating my brother?" Asked Arthur as they watched the race.

Y/N kept her eyes fixed on the screen and nodded her head.

"How did that happen?"

She just pretended not to hear him.

This went on and on, the pair going on the odd date in random countries and Y/N joining him at races. But they were putting on a performance around each other, trying to play that part. They weren't being themselves and, therefore, not getting to know each other.

She'd joined Charles in Silverstone. They'd held hands as they walked through the paddock, smiling and waving at cheering fans. Their relationship was public knowledge now and, first the first time in the last four years, she wasn't in the tabloids for a bad reason.

Henri had arranged a date in Monaco for the pair once they got back from the British Grand Prix. They flew back with Pierre Gasly, an old friend of Charles. Y/N had only met Pierre earlier that year, in Monaco when her brother had introduced them.

Pierre was good fun for the flight home. But, by the time they got there, Y/N was exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and shut her eyes. Looking at Charles, their was no doubt that he was just as tired as she was; he was the athlete after all.

As he drove, he blinked continuously and rapidly, his tiredness evident. Her apartment was just around the corner, she realised as they were stuck in traffic. It wouldn't be the worst thing if they blew off the dinner, right?

"I live near here," she said, looking at him.

Charles blinked as he looked at the stationary cars in front of him. "Am I not taking you to dinner?" He asked, somewhat surprised.

"Well, I was thinking we could go back to my apartment and eat some pizza," she said.

"But what do we have to gain from that?"

That was right, everything they were doing had an objective. Everything they were doing had a purpose. Having dinner in her apartment, where there were no cameras to watch them, had no purpose.

"We wouldn't die on the road from you being so tired if we went back to mine."

Charles realised she had a point. When the traffic began moving, he took her directions and drover to her apartment. They made their way inside, practically collapsing on the couch.

"Sorry for the state of it," Y/N muttered as Charles sat on the sofa beside her.

Her apartment really was a mess. Clothes, dirty dishes, pizza boxes everywhere. It wasn't very royal of her. "Don't worry about it," he said quietly as Y/N gathered up the dishes and placed them on the counter in the adjacent kitchen.

Charles didn't want to ask, but he was wondering how the apartment of the Princess of Monaco was so disgusting. He hadn't even realised she had an apartment of her own, assumed she just lived at the palace.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Asked Y/N as soon as she had ordered the cheese and pepperoni pizzas. It was a safe choice, considering she didn't know what Charles wanted. "I've got beers, wine, spirits, anything you want."

She didn't hide her surprise when Charles requested a beer. "I thought you were all... fancy and stuff," she said as she handed him the opened bottle.

"The princess of Monaco is passing me a beer and she thinks I'm fancy," he said with a laugh.

But he was undeniably tired. His laugh turned into a yawn and Y/N turned on the television. They watched in silence as they waited for the pizza to arrive.

"I didn't think you'd be allowed to eat pizza," said Y/N as she checked her phone, checked where abouts the delivery driver was. Just a few minutes away. "You know, considering you're an athlete."

"I won't tell my trainer if you won't," he answered.

Just a few minutes later and Y/N was running to get the pizza. She didn't have to worry about disguising herself, running down to the lobby of the apartment in her comfiest pyjamas. She wasn't like her brother, where he was always prim and proper; she hid in plain sight.

When she came back up with the pizzas, Charles was already snoring lightly on the sofa. Y/N would have left him to sleep, left him on the sofa, but he hadn't eaten since his race. As soon as he'd eaten something, she'd let him go to sleep.

So, she gently woke him, placing one of the pizza boxes in front of him.

Again, they were in silence as they ate. But the food was giving them some sort of strength and energy and, by the time they were finished, neither were quite ready to go to sleep.

So, they talked. They talked and talked, properly getting to know each other. Charles told her stories of his karting days, of his friendship with those on the grid. Y/N told him about her childhood as a princess and her friendship with Fernando Alonso. She didn't get into the subject of her partying habit, not when she realised she didn't miss it.

"No way," Y/N scoffed, sipping her beer.

Charles laughed as he nodded his head. "Seriously. I woke up shouting 'box box'!" He insisted.

She let out a laugh of her own. "Looks like I'll need to have words with the strategists."

Their evening continued much in this fashion. She hadn't realised he was an artist, not until he showed her some music that he hadn't yet released. He was a talented pianist, and Y/N couldn't stop herself from calling him a tortured artist.

There was no way she was going to let him sleep on the sofa. That would be like letting the Queen of England sleep in the dog house. So, she let Charles sleep in her bed, a wall of pillows keeping them separated.

***

There was a shift in their relationship dynamic after that. Things came easier to them. They were still faking it, but they weren't putting on a performance anymore. It was natural.

When they weren't together, she found herself texting him. Any time she had something to say, she texted him, without caring whether he had time to text her back yet. When Y/N wasn't at a grand prix, Charles was pictured laughing at his phone, and everybody knew who he was texting

CL16

what do you want your contact picture to be?

Please don't make it something embarrassing

Oh come on, Charles

I doubt there are any embarrassing pictures of you

okay i take it back

oh god

look at this little guy

you were so cute

what happened?

Hey!

I'm still cute!

The ladies love me

sure they do, sunshine

She found herself sending him anything and everything that made her laugh. Whether they knew of this shift, it wasn't clear.

But Henri certainly did.

The next part of this story takes place during the Belgian Grand Prix. Y/N hadn't attended. She'd been to the last few and, for once, her brother wanted to spend time with her.

"I'm impressed," Henri said as they sat on the balcony, tea in front of them. "You're selling this whole relationship really well."

But his sister wasn't listening. Instead, she was giggling down at her phone as she texted. "Y/N," Henri prompted and she looked up from the phone. "Can you put it down? I'm trying to have a conversation with you."

Reluctantly, Y/N put her phone on the table. "What were you saying, Hen?" She asked and picked up her little tea cup. The rim was decorated with pink, yellow and purple flowers.

"I was saying that you've really made this relationship with Charles look real. If I didn't know better, I really would think you were dating," said Henri. He straightened his posture and sipped his tea. "What is he doing during summer break?"

She shrugged her shoulders. Summer break was something they'd only briefly talked about, while Y/N was in his apartment, trying out his sim rig (spoiler alert, she was fucking terrible at sim racing. But it was still good fun, pretending to be her pretend boyfriend). He'd invited her on his yacht by literally saying, "join me on my yacht during summer?"

It was an invitation Y/N couldn't turn down, so she just said, "sure."

Henri continued. "Why don't you invite him to the palace for dinner?"

That was too much of a step into real relationship territory. Immediately she shook her head. "You do know that he isn't actually my boyfriend, right?" She pressed, placing her teacup back down onto the saucer.

Henri waved her off. "I know, I know," he said. "It would just be nice, you know?"

Suddenly Y/N felt a little sick. This was skidding way too far into relationship territory. Fake boyfriends didn't have dinner with her family, fake boyfriends didn't take him to her apartment just because he could.

The next time she saw Charles, Y/N was on his yacht. She laid in the sun, arm across her stomach and her eyes shut. It was lovely, so fucking lovely.

Charles sat beside her, passing her a drink. "Thank you, Charlie," she said with a smile as she sat up. "Best fake boyfriend ever." He patted her knee and stayed at beside her as the yacht gently moved on the water.

They spoke and, as they spoke, Y/N realised they never spoke about how fake their relationship was. In fact, Charles wasn't acting as though their relationship was fake. Even as they walked to his apartment, through the building and away from prying eyes, he still held her hand.

When she sat on his yacht, talking to him about whatever, he kept his hand on her knee.

As they day got later, the two began drinking. "To us," He called and tapped his glass against Y/N.

"To us," Y/N repeated and drank her drink. They slept on the yacht that night, with Y/N changing from her swim wear into something a little warmer as the sun disappeared.

They ate together, drank together, and just spent time together. It was nice, giggling and leaning on each other. Charles just loved spending time with her, it seemed. He gave her his hoodie when she shivered and, when that wasn't enough, he tucked her into his side.

They were both getting tired and were both ready to go to bed. Y/N glanced up at him from her place against his side. That was when he leaned down to kiss her.

Y/N stood up immediately. "Woah, what the fuck?" She cried as she jumped away from him. "Charles, what the hell are you doing?"

"I... Just thought..."

"Well you thought wrong!"

Y/N stormed off, heading to the bedroom. She set up the bed, placing the cushions between them. They'd slept in the same bed several times since that very first time in her apartment, but hadn't since.

The next day, she got Charles to take to back to the marina. Whether paparazzi saw them or not, she didn't care as she stormed away from him without so much as a goodbye.

OFF THE RAILS

Just when we thought things were looking up for the Monégasque Princess, it seems she is, once again, off the rails.

Princess Y/N has spent the last few months seemingly dating Formula One driver, Charles Leclerc. In this time, it appeared that the princess had halted her wild ways. The clubs she so often frequented were quiet without her presence.

But, after a rocky night on his luxury yacht, the couple appeared to go their separate ways. The Princess was seen storming away from the yacht on Monday morning.

Fans had been hoping that this was just a little spat between the popular couple, but after the Princess was spotted partying in Monaco just the night previous, fans soon lost hope.

She'd done so well staying in the medias good books for the last few months. But, ever since that night on the yacht, Y/N needed to get out. She needed to get out and have a wild night.

She'd never been a relationship person. When Charles had gone to kiss her, she'd been terrified. Why be in a relationship person when every relationship you've had was somebody trying to screw you over?

Because she had loved every minute with Charles. Every fucking minute. For once it felt like she wasn't being used, and they weren't even in a relationship. But Y/N couldn't see a future with him, not one where at least one of them didn't get hurt.

So, she ran away from it. She ran from him and her feelings, ran back into the embrace of the bottle. She partied the night away without caring who saw it.

Of course Charles saw it. It was the first thing he saw when he opened any form of social media. Her face plastered across his screen. Her in a low cut dress that perfectly showed off her figure. He sucked in a breath. She was meant to be his girl, and she didn't want him.

Even though they weren't together anymore, Y/N did stop with the partying. She calmed down immensely, no longer appearing in the tabloids. No longer appearing anywhere, actually.

Charles tried his best to forget about her. He didn't sleep around, he just put all of his energy into his work. He took sponsorship deals, did photoshoots and spent all of his time training. All to get Y/N out of his head.

Well, it didn't work. Charles couldn't forget about her. It was taking everything in him not to go to her apartment and tell her how he had fallen for her while they were supposed to be pretending to date.

Charles messaged Henri, asked how Y/N was doing, but Henri didn't seem to know.

That was because she hadn't been seen outside of her apartment in weeks.

When Henri told Charles, he knew he had to do something.

After attending the Italian Grand Prix alone, Charles made his way to Y/N's apartment. He had all of his things, having not made his way back to his own apartment.

When he knocked on her door, there was a moment before anything happened. He listened out, listening as she got off of the couch with a groan and walked over to the door.

The girl that answered the door was the girl that Charles was in love with, but she was hard to recognise. Hair a mess, bags under her eyes, wearing clothes that hadn't been washed in days.

When she pulled open the door, her face dropped. "Oh," she muttered, leaning against the door, not letting him see the mess inside. "What are you doing here?"

"Your brother told me you're not doing good."

"So?"

She was so quick to shut him down, to try and get him away from her apartment.

But, Charles pushed on. "So, I came to check on you. I'm worried about you."

Finally, she pushed open the door and allowed him inside.

The apartment was a state. Trash everywhere, dirty clothes about the floor, all of her dishes used and piled up around the apartment. There was half eaten food that was definitely rotting.

"Shit, Y/N," said Charles as she pushed the door shut.

She glared and threw herself back down onto the sofa. "Oh, fuck off," she said.

Charles sat on the end of the couch. It was the only place in the apartment that filthy. "I just want to help you," he said and began picking up the clothes on her floor.

And then Y/N sat up, causing Charles to stop what he was doing. "Why? Our entire relationship was fake, so why do you care?" She spat.

"Because." Charles stood up a little straighter, dropping her clothes into a little pile. "Because I love you. I know we were only fake dating, but it felt so real! And I realised that I actually do love you! I want to date you for real! I want to be the best real boyfriend ever, not the best fake boyfriend ever!" He exclaimed. "I don't know why you're so opposed to the idea. Those dates we went one, the ones after that first night in your apartment, they were amazing. I wouldn't have invited you to my yacht if I didn't seriously like you."

Y/N scoffed sarcastically. "Sure you do, Charles. Sure you, a world famous Formula One driver who can have anybody he wants, wants me, the troubled spare, the princess that nobody wants." She said it quietly, picking at her nails.

He leaned down in front of her, taking her hand in his and kissing the back of it. "I do. I really do want to be with you. Princess Y/N of Monaco, I want to take you on dates and I want you to join me at races. I want to show you off in the paddock and I want to take you on my yacht, kissing you with your permission. I want you, Y/N."

But the way she looked at him, she looked ready to cry. "I can't do heartbreak," she said and pulled her hand away from his. "Not with you, Charles. I can't handle you breaking my heart," she said and stood up.

Charles suddenly pulled her close. "I won't break your heart," he whispered and kissed the top of her head. "Now, go take a shower. I'll sort out... all of this."

Y/N did just that. She turned on the water and hopped into the shower as Charles picked up the rubbish. Mainly empty wrappers and bottles of soft drinks. There were plenty of pizza boxes that he shoved behind the bin, just for the time being. After that, Charles picked up her clothes from the floor. He shoved what he could into her washing machine and turned it on, leaving to pick up the plates.

When Y/N hopped out of the shower, the apartment wasn't clean. But it was better. The floor was now visible. As Charles cleared up the space between the couch and the television, Y/N set about washing the dishes.

"Pizza?" Charles offered as he walked over with some half full glasses and cups.

But Y/N shook her head as she scrubbed a bowl that was once full of cereal. "You know, for the first time in a while, I'm not feeling like pizza."

"We'll get you something better, then," Charles said and set about ordering food.

They sat on the couch, Y/N in the last of her clean clothes, tucked into his side. "If we're gonna try this, we'll need to go on proper dates," she muttered, her head against his chest. "And, eventually, you'll need to come and have dinner with my family."

Charles let out a laugh. "Relax, chérie, we're gonna take it one step at a time."

One step at a time.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x reader smut #charles leclerc x you #formula one #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #cl16 #cl16 imagine #cl16 x reader

[silverwolf-108]

Yandere TF141 + König x Fem!Reader

Summary: You the new recruit of military, you dream to become a military. The higher ups found you fascinating and amazed seeing your skills and beauty. But they saw you being held by your ex, they plan to kill him from touching their girl.

Warning: Strong language, violence, obsessive behavior, possessive, blood

Y/n POV:

I stand in straight line of military men’s, wanna know why? Because I’m a military too. Reason why I’m here is because my grandfather is a military too. I was amazed the story he told me when I was little, he talk about himself that he save dozen of people from the enemy, take down down the enemy base, and stuff like. I wanna follow my grandfather footsteps because military are amazing. They serve homes and save people lives from danger.

“Attention!” The men who is the boss of military ground shout as we all stand straight “Alright rookies! Today the higher ups are gonna teach you how to be a soldier! Seems like they’re coming right now.” We look up see a helicopter coming down. The helicopter landed on the ground as the door slide open, coming out are five mens. “These man’s are Task Force 141! What ever you fellas do, don’t let your guard down! Understood?!” We shout ‘Yes Sir!’

“Alright rookies, let’s get to practice.” The man with fish hat and cigars said. He pick few mans and tell them what group they be before he pick next. All mens are now in their groups and for me, I’m in the Ghost group. I heard he’s a lieutenant that the mens talk about before we got pick. They say he’s a mysterious and serious guy.

“Alright you punks, let’s go for a target range.” We follow him as we headed to the target range where we practice to shoot the enemy. We listen to Ghost explaining about the target we need to aim to shoot the enemy. The mens take their turn to shoot the target. Some of them miss and some of them didn’t miss.

I stood in front that it’s my turn, I held my gun taking a deep breath to calm myself. One of target appear, I quickly shoot it as another appear. I shoot every target that appear fast and didn’t even miss one. After I’m done shooting I turn around and see all mens stares at me, even lieutenant Ghost stare at me too.

Next is crawling under the bar wires, it sound hard but I had to get through it. I crawl under the bar wires and ignore the stain of wet dirt on my military uniform. We did few practice and training and it was like an hour. I didn’t give up that easily, I had been training a lot since I was a teenager because I wanna train my body before becoming a military.

After we finish training and practice we head to our cabin to get some rest. I head to the girls cabin because here of the military ground we have our own separate cabin. “Y/n!” I met by a hug of my friend, Nina. Nina is a friend of mine, we went in same high school and became great friends. She told me she wanna be military too because her father died in war two years and wanna be just be like him.

“How’s your first time?” She ask. I told her it was great and easy. Nina told it was a bit difficult but I told her never give up and never let your father down. It gave her motivation because I see fire in her eyes. We hit the shower, dry ourselves, change into our pajamas, and went to sleep.

Narrator POV:

“What?! That woman went every practice training well and didn’t think it’s hard?!” Soap said. “Yes Soap, she didn’t think it’s hard. She never gave up.” Ghost explain. “You know I really wanna see that woman skills.” Gaz said sitting next to Price. “S-same.” König join in.

“What’s her name?” Price let out puff of smoke “Her name is Y/n L/n. She is a rookie but somehow she take things well.” Ghost told him. “Hey Price! Is it okay you pick her to my group the next day? I Really Wanna see what she capable of.” Price think for a moment. He puff out another of smoke and said “Okay Soap, I’ll pick her for you.”

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Next Day

You put on your military uniform in early morning before heading outside to get some fresh air. You sat on the wooden crates by the door listening to the birds chirping and stare at the sky. “Y/n L/n” you brought out your dagger from your thigh holster held it to intruder neck but you only met Sergeant Soap MacTavish .

You gasp quickly put your dagger back in holster “Sergeant MacTavish! I’m so sorry I almost hurt you! I thought you were-” she was cut off by his laugh “Don’t worry, anyway that was pretty cool. You got sense of danger. I’m impressed.” Soap grin. “Anyway I wanna say you did amazing yesterday. Ghost told me and the others that you were amazing. Tell me, why you join the army?” Soap ask.

“My grandfather was a military soldier so I follow his footsteps and I wanna become just like him. He had a history” you explain. Soap pat your shoulder “I see, well, your grandfather is gonna be so proud of you.” He gave you one last pat before he walk away.

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It’s been almost a year you train every impossible practice training on every morning and evening. You were getting the hang out it, being pick by one of the Task Force 141 members are not bad because they always treat the rookies some hard way to get them stronger for the war.

You pant heavily after finish running ten laps in the field and head to the cafeteria that is time to eat for lunch. You got your tray of food and sat by your friend Nina talking each other. You finish your food and head to the dirty pile that the tray should be put away but someone grab your waist made you drop your tray and brought your body closer to someone chest.

You look up to meet a guy, your eyes widen in shock only to meet your ex, Daniel. You and him were great couple back in high school but you caught him cheating with another girl at the hallway. You decided you don’t wanna see him and focus on your schoolwork. You got missed call and text message from him, when you saw him walk toward you, you show him the picture you took about him with another girl kissing each other. He was shock and try to make up excuses but you didn’t listen but slap him and walk away.

Now you see him again as a military soldier, you try to push him away but he held you tight. “Y/n listen I wanna talk to you.” He pleaded. “No! I don’t wanna listen to you after what you done to me since high school. If your girlfriend is here, go with her. Leave me the fuck alone!” Daniel try to hold you from breaking free but he was pull away cause him to let you go.

You look whoever is behind Daniel only to see Ghost and Gaz holding Daniel shoulders. “The lady said leave her alone.” You look over who’s behind you only to meet König, Soap, and Price. Daniel know who they are and he’s started to shake in fear.

“Take him to my office.” Gaz and Ghost nodded their heads and drag Daniel to Price office. “You okay?” König ask worry. You nod your head “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” Price pat your head “By the way, I check your results from training practice and we want you to be in our team.” You gaped in shock what you heard from him.

“R-Really?” He nod his head. You couldn’t help but hug him, Price didn’t mind and hug you back. You quickly pull back what you did “Sorry! I couldn’t help it!” Price chuckle “It’s fine. Now go back to your eating while me and my team are gonna have a talk with your ex.” He and his mens exit out the cafeteria. You hurry back to your seat and talk to your friend what happen.

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Price Office

The Task Force 141 stood front of Daniel who lay on the floor cover in bruises and scars. “W… what do you want?” He groan in pain. “You touch what’s ours.” Ghost growl. “And we don’t want you get closer to her.” König growl. “Who?!” Daniel yell. Soap knee down front of him “Y/n L/n” Daniel gasp in shock what Soap said.

“Her? Look what you saw is- Ah!” Soap break his wrist. “You don’t deserve her.” Gaz join in pull out his dagger and stab Daniel both ankles causing him to scream in pain. Daniel scream for help as loud as he can “Scream all you want but this room is soundproof.” Price puff out a smoke. Ghost and König join in too as they all work together killing Daniel.

#cod x y/n #cod mw2 #call of duty x you #call of duty x reader #könig mw2 #ghost mw2 #price mw2 #gaz mw2 #soap mw2 #yandere call of duty #cod x you #obsession

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

“That one time Barnaby broke somebody’s jaw for going a little too far w/ insulting Wally & almost got expelled <3”

Full story please? <3

WITH PLEASURE!

for those who are slightly confused, this is for 'my' modern human au! well. modern-ish!

okay so when they were in freshman year / 9th grade, Barnaby and Wally are soldily Bonded. they are a set, do not separate. they receive a lot of shit for this, because some kids are assholes and that's especially true for 14yr olds. and it's 2006. so Wally and Barnaby get teased/bullied a lot for their closeness. at this point they're kind of used to it. they met early in 7th grade and have been inseparable ever since. most of it slides off of them

but what is Barnaby was having an especially stressful week? one of those weeks were everything is going wrong, nothing is working out. so Barn is at the end of his rope, and then one of the main kids who likes to bother them insults Wally specifically, and badly. like it's some next level So Bad Its Almost Impressive shit. at present Barnaby is walking to his next class with Wally and Poppy. so Barnaby just kind of stops in place, mentally chooses violence, turns, walks up to the kid, and punches him as hard as he can. it knocked the bully out instantly and broke his jaw.

and keep in mind that at this point in time, Barnaby isn't the big strong guy he is later on. he hasn't had his main growth spurt yet. and he still packed enough of a punch to do Damage - which makes him even more intimidating when he Does hit his growth spurt and towers over practically everyone

the pros of this event: Frank and Julie were watching, and Frank respected Barnaby's response so much that he allowed Julie to bring him to hang out with the growing friend group at lunch / asshole kids were less inclined to insult Wally and Barnaby (or his friends) to their faces

cons: Eddie was also watching and was too scared of Barnaby for the rest of their school career to try and talk to him or his friends / Barnaby nearly got expelled but did get suspended, and that's a permanent mark on his record

so the kid goes down, everyone freaks out. Barnaby is still too angry to feel anything other than pissed off vindication. naturally higher Authorities (teachers) come to get the unconscious student to the (i almost said vet) nurse's office, and to bring Barnaby to the principle's office. they call Ms. Beagle and have her come pick him up. Wally has stuck like glue to Barnaby pretty much the whole time, except for when Barnaby was in the office to get chewed out / interrogated. when Ms. Beagle is done w/ her conversation with the principle, she takes Barnaby and Wally home.

there, Barnaby is still worked up, and as "punishment" Ms. Beagle has him do some menial tasks alongside his usual after school chores. Wally tags along, of course, and asks why the hell Barnaby did that. in a nicer Wally way of asking. this is what breaks the camels back. Barnaby just sits down and starts crying, to which Wally is like "oh no. oh fuck. what do i do." cue a solid minute of him just standing and staring in panic before awkwardly sitting next to Barnaby in solidarity.

when they go inside, Ms. Beagle already has Barnaby's favorite dinner whipped up and ready. She gives him a talk where she's essentially says "blah blah blah violence isn't the answer. however, good job for standing up to that kid. he's an asshole and deserved a good wallop." (listen im a firm believer in ms beagle having been a Wild Youth that would have thrown bricks at cops). Moods are lightened, they have a good dinner. The next day or so they need to go have a meeting with the Injured Kid's parents. that's when they find out Barnaby fully broke the kids jaw (he feels a little bad for that) and that the parents are pushing for his expulsion and also juvie. Ms. Beagle manages to whittle down the sentence to a long suspension and then detention for the rest of the year, as well as her paying the kid's hospital bill.

tl;dr Barnaby punches a kid for insulting Wally, gets a new friend out of it, nearly gets expelled, and gains a mostly unfounded Reputation that dissuades most from outright messing with him or his pals

#julie: theyre fun people! come hang out with us! #frank: i dont want any friends other than you #frank: *witnesses The Incident* hm... ill allow it #this is all Important to me #because barnaby isnt violent? hes a laid back guy. & a wordsmith - he doesnt need his fists in order to deal damage #but then for the rest of his highschool career hes The Scary Guy #especially when he hits that growth spurt #i mean! at least it means his friends are messed with less! #but it also means he tries harder to be disarming and Funny. charming! with excellent self control #he had great self control to start with but yk. anxiety over People Talking #it also means hes less inclined to be rebellious of any kind since he doesnt want to push his luck #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #in the future when eddie is part of the circle he brings up This Incident #theyre all able to laugh about it since its been like... over a decade at that point #but yeah <3 #and barnaby has not punched anyone since! #frank however.... #if there was a fight in their middle/high... he usually was at the center of it. or at least near the center #not that anyone can prove anything! he was very good at not getting caught

[miabrown007]

Adrien Agreste: rich, lonely, freshly aware of the fact that he's expected to take over not a fashion, but a drug empire. Marinette Dupain-Cheng: broke, angry, freshly aware of the fact that bringing down drug empires is a blast. But where would she be without her team, Alya and Nino, and her very good friend, Luka? Not to mention the team’s newest addition, the kind, the funny, the ultra charming Chat Noir. If Marinette likes him, that’s alright, though. It isn’t like she’s dating Adrien Agreste for real. It’s all just part of her ten-step plan to make the Agrestes meet their demise.

with illustration from @art-the-f-up in the chapter!

many many thanks to @ladyofthenoodle and @khanofallorcs for beta-reading! <3

Chapter 1 - Eyes Wide Shut (3,835 words, 1/32 chapters)

Adrien Agreste is at a standstill, perched up way above ground, and he hates every second of it.

Like a marionette waiting for its next command, his arms dangle by his elbows, prim and proper. He has no idea for how long he has to exist like this—because letting him know about decisions affecting his own life feels like a revolutionary concept no one has ever considered—but he knows he is getting tired. If only he knew how to cut his strings; but it's impossible when he barely sees them.

Even if he could, the question remains, what would he do after?

"Raise this arm a little higher, dear." Violet nudges him.

Adrien complies. The more seamlessly he follows the instructions, the sooner he's done with any task. He knows. It doesn't make him hate the process less, though.

He doesn't even know exactly why they are taking his measurements for this particular outfit. The black lounge suit had been an item for the 'dystopian fashion collection', a failure so spectacular in its Gallup poll that the project had been shut down before the first concepts were presented to the wider staff.

But Adrien has gotten over the need to ask questions. He endures the tape-measure’s dance around him silently, and doesn't mention that it's probably overkill to be wearing the black face mask that goes with the suit. Truth be told, it's quite cute with the white whiskers. It's something Adrien can imagine taking a liking to—were it not for the inherent design flaw of making breathing impossible.

All things considered, the collection's downfall isn't such a wonder. It'd have been hard to find any sane person willingly submitting themselves to wearing these masks, bar something devastatingly convincing, like a global pandemic, occurring. Paired with the inbuilt ‘bonus’ of preventing recognition by even your closest friends, Adrien is of the opinion the design never stood a chance.

Of course, haute couture has never been about functionality. Designer items sell by the brand name. This is why the lack of recognition surrounding the purple butterfly used to puzzle Adrien. After all—according to everyone he’s ever talked to—his father is a great and successful businessman. So, he figured, there's a lot he couldn’t know about running a financially successful business, and thus the origins of the Agreste wealth.

Money had never been more than a mere concept to him. His family had always had it. And with money had come the business trips his father had taken twice a month, as well as the myriad of staff around the mansion Adrien had grown up in. It had been just their way of living—cold rooms, deep frowns, and deeper curtsies—and so he’d never stopped to consider: where has all the money been coming from?

In hindsight, it should have been evident.

And Adrien could have seen it— Adrien should have seen it. His only excuse for this blind spot is his very nature: being his father’s son, born more than raised. But even that thin line of defence crumbles under the significance of the issue.

He had tried telling himself that he’d always been trained to drop the questions and follow orders. To look the other way when business papers get signed. To leave banalities be, like the way his mother vanished one day when he was eleven. To turn up the music when the arguments get too loud and pots of cranberry sauce splashed on the tiles. He had tried to convince himself that when he’d started to study the company’s records—instead of studying architecture, like he’d wanted to—they’d all looked oh-so-very-orderly, so really, he couldn’t have known. He had tried, but…

In the end, the argument of ‘how was he supposed to know the family business he’s been preparing to take over is not a fashion empire, but a drug cartel?’ falls flat on its face.

Eyes wide shut don’t turn the lights any less red.

[read the whole chapter on AO3]

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #enemies au #heist au #faoll #felonies and other love languages #marichat #this is a reverse crush ladrien enemies AU we deserve that marichat before things go to shit #miaraculous writing #ml fanfiction

[rom-e-o]

✅Connie Turn Ons/Offs🚩

After yesterday's post about her chemistry with each Scrooge, I realized she has a lot of things she likes, as well as some icks, that I’ve never put to paper.

So, for another fun writing exercise:

(Info under cut, rated 16+ for innuendo and non-explicit sexual details)

Turn-Ons ✅

-Awkwardness. It’s her biggest green flag. Not that she doesn’t love a suave man, but a man who stumbles over his words a bit or blushes when he sees her, it MELTS her. Nobody pretends to be awkward (not usually, anyway) so she perceives someone as being more genuine if they stammer a bit or get tongue-tied.

-Suaveness. Both can exist in tandem, haha. Just like she finds awkwardness endearing, suaveness also sweeps her off her feet. Maybe it’s a smooth kiss, or seamlessly helping her avoid paparazzi, or maybe it’s flipping her over in bed like she is featherlight. That gets her going, for sure.

-Higher Libido. Connie herself has a below average libido. She definitely has one, but it’s not as pressing of a need for her to function. So, having a partner with a higher libido, or even an average one, kind of helps her feel a little more healthy about sex. It balances things out, so to speak. It stops things from feeling stagnant, for her. She finds it attractive when her partner pulls her aside and says, “I’m in the mood, and tonight, I want to be with you, if you’d like that too.”

-Touch. Connie’s love languages are touch and words of affirmation, so touch is big for her. Hugs, kisses, hand-holding, even her partner’s hand just lingering on her waist? She adores it. Even platonically, she’ll hug her friends, or kiss their hands during hard sobbing sessions. After Orin, it’s a little bit like trying to touch a wounded deer, but she relearns to trust and will SINK into an embrace like nobody’s business.

-Good Listening. Connie literally doesn’t care if someone is introverted or extroverted. Hell, she grew up with a talkative mother and a nonverbal father. It’s good listening that matters. She tries to do it, and if she sees her partner is giving her undivided attention and truly listening, she definitely notes it positively.

-Leadership. A partner to guides the way and paves a path for her will make her swoon. When she was a socialite in New York with Orin, she was tasked with always planning everything alone. Having someone that takes responsibility off her shoulders willingly, and gives her credit for all the work she does? It would move her to tears.

-Body Hair. Girl loves body hair on her partner. Not much else to say, haha. It also inspires her to no obsess over waxing and shaving twice a day, every day.

Neutral⬜️

-Size. She honestly doesn’t care. Three inches or 10, she cares more about the visitor than the package they bring.

Turn-Offs 🚩

-Abusive Behavior. When she married Orin, she thought he was a loving, scrappy young man with a tenacity for life and a mind for finance. Instead, she got a controlling lunatic who used her for his own status elevation, and participated in a group assault on her on their wedding night. She was gaslit into thinking she ruined him, not that he was actively trying to ruin her for his own gain.

-Possessive Behavior. You know dirty talk that veers into, “I just want to lock you up and keep you to myself” or “I saw you talking to that other man - you’re mine, remember?” Nope. Noooope. Not for her. Even if it's roleplay.

-Public Grand Gestures in her Honor. So, Connie likes parties. Clubs. Dancing. She LOVES big events, like balls and galas. HOWEVER. She gets super uncomfortable when something huge and public is done FOR HER. Orin’s public proposal in a bar? No. A huge surprise party filled with people she doesn’t know? Super stressful. You want to erect a new library in her name? Please no, name it something more meaningful to the community. She doesn’t need the flattery from people she doesn’t know. You know in “The Little Mermaid” when Eric saw a statue of himself? Those vibes.

-Thinking Hygiene is Overrated. She is not a woman that’s impressed by “I use one bar of soap for everything”. Nope. If someone can’t take care of themselves and keep their body/living space clean and maintained, she’s not interested. She also isn’t deterred by partners who use a lot of beauty/hygiene products. She doesn’t find it weird or ‘too feminine’.

-Voyeurism. Especially nonconsensual voyeurism. She already deals with paparazzi and photogs enough. She doesn't want it in her private life.

#oc lore #oc constance dogoode

[herbgroom]

Very well

Tell me everything about Pathologic. I wanna know what its plot is and who the characters are :)

(aka I wanna know if it's worth playing)

fuck yes, converting another prog friend to pathologic, this is like the 4th time it happens

so, pathologic is a game developed by ice pick lodge, a russian studio. the first game (we call it pathologic classic or pathologic 1) was released in 2005. it is the only version of the game that is currently complete so far, so I will focus on that one

it takes place in a time period that has been located as right after the russian revolution (so, let's say the 1920s)

you, the player, find yourself in the role of a healer, tasked to deal with a terrible plague that has afflicted a small, isolated town in the russian steppe

Characters

you can choose between 2 playable characters, with the 3rd being unlocked after you finished one of the other 2 campaigns

- the first one is daniil dankovsky, "the bachelor", he's a bachelor of medicine, whose life goal is to vanquish the most terrible foe of all: death itself. he's an outsider, who has come to the town in the hopes of talking to a mystical and mysterious elder that lives there, simon kain, rumored to be immortal. this is his last chance to prove that his work is going somewhere before the authorities shut his lab down for good.

gameplay wise, he's said to be the easiest. you start with a good amount of money, medicine, and a scalpel, which works as a pretty good weapon. you are also equipped with a "plaguefinder" which spots plague clouds before you run into them

- the second one is artemy burakh, "the haruspex", he was born in the town but his father sent him away in order for him to study medicine and surgery. the burakh family belongs to a special "caste" called the menkhu, who have an exclusive blood right to perform autopsies and surgery, that means opening up human bodies - it is taboo for anyone else to do it. after a worrying note from isidor burakh, artemy's father, he hurriedly comes back to town to find out what happened

his route is said to be "hard mode" and that's because, unlike daniil, you start off with a pretty roughed up artemy, no money, no food, no weapons

- third and final healer is clara, "the changeling" little is known about clara, and development wise her route was the most rushed one. still, clara is a mysterious teenager who was born from a grave, and is shown to have magical abilities. she believes herself to be good, miraculous even, but folks regard her as a liar and a thief

I haven't reached her route yet, so I don't know the exact details regarding her route, but all the mechanics you've grown accustomed to with the first two characters, disappear and are changed completely with clara. that is why you can only play as her after one of the other two

mechanics

if you want to play the game yourself, knowing these is fundemental

the game, at its core, is a survival game. you have to watch out for these stats

- health, it goes down when you're hit, after consuming pills or some kinds of food, and over time when you're infected. if it's at 0 you die

- immunity, your ability to resist the plague, it goes up and defaults at 50% after some time passes. the higher it is, the less likely it is for you to catch the plague. if it's at 0, you could get infected even by standing next to a plague cloud. you can boost it using specific pills, but mind you this bar is not a complete shield to the plague, you can still get infected regardless

- hunger, that is self explanatory. you need to eat to survive. food can be found in shops!

- exhaustion, you're not a superhero, you still need to sleep when necessary, but you can reduce fatigue with coffee beans or lemons (they reduce your health, though)

- infection, when you get hit by the plague, you get infected. that eats away your health over time, and if it's too high up, some npcs might start attacking you. you can get infected by traversing plague clouds, getting touched by sick people or getting bitten by rats. do not catch the plague.

you've also noticed a top bar called "reputation" reputation plays a big role. it is imperative that you keep it nice and full, otherwise people might start attacking you, and shops could refuse to sell you stuff. you can improve your rep by killing muggers and burglars, and by helping the sick, offering them medicine to ease their pain

the other stats represent clothes you can wear to reduce malus effects, such as being hit or getting in contact with the plague

walking

walking is 95% of the game. it is slow and it's the main thing that drives people away when they try to play, but in my experience, you get used to it quickly - also there are so many trashcans around to keep you entertained!

time

time is another fundamental thing to keep attention to when playing, some quests are time based, and if you fail the main quest for the day you can get locked out of later important events

combat

you can fight other people, but I do not recommend it. you can use melee weapons, from your fists to knives, or arms, a revolver, a shotgun or a rifle. using your weapons eats away their durability, and bullets are rare and expensive. do not fight if not strictly necessary

story

I'm not spoiling the story, play it yourself! my only advice is pay attention to the dialogue trees, they can get tricky and even fail you quests if you pick the wrong option

and those are the main points to look for if you want to play the game, I recommend it 👍 it's not really fun per se but you create your own fun, and it's pretty cheap on steam, so buy it! support indie developers!!

if you think about it, it's really like listening to a prog album, weird at first but then you find the beauty within and get obsessed and never let go

#pathologic #мор утопия #pathologic classic hd #daniil dankovsky #artemy burakh #clara the changeling

[terrence-silver]

"Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you."

I love this for Terry. As terrifying and restrictive and authoritarian as he most definitely is, under the surface, I feel like there's a little ember of well-meaning there. Because his way is obviously the best and only way.

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Terry is good.

Terry Silver is good.

He's done so good.

Sure, the room to your chambers is locked, and you had carved iron bars on all of your windows installed as a precaution, but that was the way it has to be because it is an extreme measure in a likewise extreme situation. Because you're acting extreme, so he counters you in extreme ways, his hand extremely pushed. Don't you know that the energy you put out into the world is the energy you'll inadvertently get back? The glass you pour into is the glass you drink from? Especially where he was concerned? That if you bite him he'll simply neuter you? De-claw and skin you singlehandedly so you can't do that shit anymore, keeping your hide and teeth as trophies? All these things; plush, velvet gold-embroidered thread pillows. Egyptian cotton covers. Heavy brocade drapes. Antiques. Persian carpets. Original Majolica lamps. Cobalt decorations drawn out in silver ornaments. A window overlooking the skyline of Los Angeles from The Hills for your abode - all of it at the palm of your hand. He's done so well. For you. Terry could and would do even better, if you only let him. There's a pool on the ground-floor. An army of staff, waiting to serve you. A wardrobe he's compiled for you that you haven't even had a chance to check. Twenty eight cars in just one the garages alone. Artwork and jewelry. A private plane, willing to take you anywhere. And him, just a corridor away from your room. What kind of idiot says no to heaven? One in need of being taught a lesson, clearly. And since you were Terry Silver's idiot, the task and the right was his and his alone.

-"Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you."-

He reasons with you, from the other side of the locked door, caressing its edges, like a lover does. Not because he's afraid of you or your tiny, downright amusing fists banging on the hard, massive wooden surface --- far from it --- it entertained him almost, and aggrieved him just as much; this lack of appreciation on your part; Terry could easily subdue you in one swift move and avoiding physical confrontation was not why this door was placed between you and him --- but because you did't deserve to see him. You've been ungrateful. You've lacked discipline. You weren't ready to receive. And he'd teach you to how to receive, in due time. Taught you would be. If you simply smashed up the whole chamber you were kept in and all the beautiful things in it, you'd sleep in a messy, sad wreckage, and that would serve no one but your own discomfort. If you rejected all the fine food you were brought, you'd merely go hungry and torment yourself. If you spat at him he'd wipe it off with his finger placed into his mouth and smile at you, tasting it. But, you wouldn't leave. You wouldn't. Because if an animal could be made to understand --- if an animal that bites could be tamed, have its claws cut, if it could be trained, collared, taught to sit, stand to attention, to expect its bowl when fed, to accept pets, to allow itself be bathed and taught tricks, why should people be any different? Thing is, they weren't. An owner didn't hate their pet when they'd come to the decision to give their animal a time-out by ushering them into their fenced off pen.

It was discipline, and discipline was love. It could be, yes.

Because it taught a higher, more polished form of self.

Got rid of all the weakness, limitations, grime and unnecessary chaos --- all doubt --- took a loved form of rough, rugged clay and made it greater than it ever thought it could become, leaving the doors open for growth and opportunity, and once you were ready to receive, your doors, both figurative and literal, would open too --- and Terry would be patient and wait on the other side, because Terry was good. He could be so good if you only let him.

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[rene-is-an-insomniac]

Hello! I saw that you were taking Lyney requests. I wasn't sure how to go about asking but I figured it was worth a shot so here we are!

I've been feeling a little in the dumps lately, so I was wondering maybe some Lyney comfort? Perhaps reader is a bit of a 2 face around most if not all people and she (or whatever pronouns you wish to use) is worried that she can't make any real friends. She is very sure that if she was herself around everyone that they would run away, so before she slips up she cuts everyone off. Just for their own sakes. Perhaps Lyney doesn't take a liking to this?

Sorry i'm late, I hope you're feeling a bit better now :3

I was so focused on trying to perfect this, in the end it came out being a little longer than it was originally. I hope you like it!

New Fic for my Beloved Lyney, LETS GO!!!

Consider this a Part one because I did not fully write the rest of the Request

Expression part 1/2

You worked at one of the cafés in Fontaine. Usually popular figures such as Miss Navia, or Lady Furina would sometimes visit to have tea or breaks. As you were signing off for work for the day, your friends you had planned to go out with were waiting for you at one of the tables.

You were almost here about to go home when they asked for your help.

"That cute guy over there, do you think you could help us out Bestie?" They all pleased, giving you a sad look.

You only sigh in response.

"Really Name, you'll do it?" A group of girls sat around the cafe outside.

"Yeah, anything for you." You give a fake smile as they lean in to hug you.

"Thanks bestie, we appreciate it." One of the girls with long brown hair smiled. She pats you gently on the shoulder before pulling you into a half arm hug. Her scent of heavy perfume making your noise itch.

The other girls' cheap perfume hurting your nose.

"We'll see you later okay?" She smiles warmly as she retakes her position among the others. The conversation shifted once more as your presence became invisible to them.

A simple task was all that they asked of you, to introduce them to the young man sitting across from you all at the bar. Walking closer, his figure became more apparent. White hair with blue highlights, dark blue clothing, he seemed to be of higher class.

This might be a bit more difficult than you thought. Sighing, you took a step forward approaching his table. The serious look on his face al,ost making you back away. Instead you took a step closer.

"Yes? I can see you staring at me." He looks up from the goblet in his hand eyeing you down. His gaze dark as his eyes traveled over your figure. The aura he gave off an air of high demand.

"My friends over there wanted to ask if you're seeing anyone?" You ask quietly, mimicking friends your best impression of a pleading look. The man remained silent as he glances up at you. The blank look on his face remaining.

He frowns, turning his gaze to them and back towards you.

"I'm not exactly the best candidate for a partner." You hear one of the girls sighing and they listen in on your conversation.

"I see. Thank you for your time Monsieur.'' You walk off back towards the group. The calm energy that the Monsieur displayed changed into a more darker emotion. The background tinted slightly, random thoughts began to sprout up as close the distance.

" Name.. just what did you tell him?" One of the girls asked from the left. Not looking, you stare at the ground hoping she would leave you alone.

"Hey dumb ass she asked a question." One girl gripping on your arm trying to face you towards the group.

You freeze up, you were hoping this situation wouldn't happen again.

After pulling, other hands pulled hard until your face met the floor. Their glasses fell as you fell on top of it.

"I'm so sorry she's so clumsy.'' The girl from earlier who sent you to talk to the man spoke. The others circled you grabbing you while she talked to the man. One grabs your arms roughly helping you to your feet. Their hands guide you outside to a nearby alley way.

Small yelps echoed through the alley way as soon after the girls walk off leaving you alone.

"Just so we're clear you're out the group." The last girl stomped on your open wound hard before leaving.

Where did this go wrong? You acted the way they wanted you to.

You played the role of a good friend who helped them with their drama perfectly. How did this mess up? Slowly you made your way to your feet. As you put pressure forwardyou feel pain pricking your stomach. The you clutch your stomach that was slightly bleeding. Sighing you begin making your way back to the house.

As you walk pass through, some stop you concerned about what happened, others pointed and stared.

You assured them that it was fine and there aren’t any issues whatsoever.

Hopefully Lyney was busy with his performance at the Opera House tonight and he wouldn't be home. You can even imagine how upset he would be.

Unfortunately fate had other plans. Looking up from his hat, your boyfriend Lyney who was performing for a small group looked up making eye contact. The smile falling off his face almost instantly as he takes in your appearance.

"Everyone, I'm afraid that I'll have to cut this show short." He apologizes to the crowd and gathers his things as the crowd disperses disappointed.

You try to slip away as well only for his cat  to stop your path.

"Now Darling , where were you slipping off to?'' He stands next to you eyeing your injuries. His hat falling off his head as a medical kit is pulled out of his hat. He ushers you to a nearby beach as he cleans the wound and bandages you up. A small frown on his face as he saw the injury. Guilt ate you away as you sat in silence.

"Last time I saw you today you were fine, now you have injuries? I'm sure you didn't receive these from work did you?" He gives you a knowing look as he put his things back into his hat.

"Not exactly." Your face burns as you stare at the ground hoping he would drop it.

"Exactly? Or didn't."

"Well I messed up. I was delivering food and uhm I had a nasty fall from the water spilled on the floor.''

"If that were true your clothes would still be wet wouldn't they? It wouldn't have dried because you had a short shift today and you are clumsy so there's a chance you would've fallen back down." You sigh as he responds. As a magician you tend to forget he has a good eye for noticing small details like that. He turns, giving a soft look.

"Was it them again?"

"What no? You told me to stay away from them, remember?"

His eyes narrow, "Do you know how many time I told Freminet that it's not a good idea to do something and he does it anyways?'' He frowns glancing in the direction of the path Freminet usually takes.

"What did they do this time?" You relay the story to him about the man and the girls who you hung out with.

"They were upset since you failed to get that man's attention."

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong Nene." You sigh holding your hands together. He touched your shoulder trying to comfort you.

"Everytime I try to do what they want or act the way they want it always backfires. I tried to be their friend, I even tried to set them up."

"I think that's the problem, Rose." He takes your hands facing you towards him. His hat is sitting on the bench next to you.

"Why are you changing yourself for others who don't even care about you?"

They found you boring to be around the last time you showed them your actual self. Sometimes all you did was hold their luggage and they ignored you. They'd only remember you if you were involved in their drama.

So instead of trying to act like yourself, you shrunk to fit their standards hoping it would be different.

So how did it go back to being like that?

"Well." You stutter in being unable to word anything else.

"Do you feel like you have to shrink yourself to fit next to me?'' You look up surprised.

"No! I feel comfortable being around and telling you things to you." He smiles, squeezing your hands.

"But you're my lover so that's different."He sighs, pulling out a pack of cards out of his coat pocket.

"Even when we were acquaintances back when we met you never did." He messes around with his cards that he re-shuffles.

"You were funny and you made me laugh.'" He shuffles the card pulling out one with his face and one with yours.

"My magic acts made you laugh?" He snaps his fingers as your card changes form.

"No, that's what drew me in. I feel at ease thanks to your stories and the adventures you take me on, and  you constantly involve me in your conversations with your siblings. The card transformed into a miniature doll of you and him.

"How'd you do that?" He smiles just holding out his doll to you.

"This is something I do for Freminet whenever he's nervous. I feel like a good luck charm would help you with your anxiety." You eye the doll that had his appearance. There was a small etching on the back of it. 

"Whenever you need me, squeeze the doll and I'll give you some courage." Very corny but it caused a laugh out of you.

"Really Lyney?" She smiles at the small doll in her hands.

"You're feeling a bit better I see." He leans over kissing you on the forehead.

You blush as you pull him into a quick hug. The aroma of rainbow roses hits your nose and immediately makes you feel at ease.

"I think you should drop those girls and try to find someone different. The longer you're with them, the more your mental health will be dragged down.

You nod, pulling away from him.

Days later

Before you could even speak to those girls again, they vanished from your hang out spots, almost if they never existed. No longer phased by them, you shrug continuing on about your day until you run head first into someone.

"Ow ow!" A Kamera dropped next to you along with a few papers.

"Here." You hand out the papers to the pink haired girl who apologized.

"Sorry Miss." The girl in the red clothing gathered her things.

"Oh! Aren't you Magician Lyney's Significant other? Is it okay if I can interview you about his performance?"

You frown, eyeing her uniform. The Steambird, just your luck the press wanted an interview.

"Did he make you that doll that's adorable." She points out the Lyney doll hanging around your purse backpack.

"He made it yesterday after his performance." She smiles letting you speak.

"I wasn't aware that Monsieur Lyney knew how to make dolls." You laugh along feeling comfortable with her conversation.

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[gt-preys]

Scales, claws and jaws

Note: I changed how the paddock looks to fit my idea.

Indominus rex! Billy x Handler! Male reader

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(Y/N) works the T-rex enclosure, has done for years. So it's a little suprising when he's called up to the restricted area, sector six, paddock eleven.The new asset.

"Hey (Y/N)" the worker grins, spotting a familiar figure standing by the parked cars. "Hey Eddie" he calls back, jogging up the path towards his coworker. "Okay so, want to tell me why I've been called up here?"

Eddie gives the park worker a quick rundown on their situation as they walk around the concrete walls. "We need someone who can deal with big carnos" Eddie begins "and since you worked with the rex..." he shrugs, shooting them a smile. "How big?" They ask curiously "fifty feet in length" Eddie replies and (Y/N) raises an eyebrow "jesus that's big."

They round the corner to the gates, buzzing past the first one. Eddie had told them it was feeding time for the new asset. Someone from atop the concrete walls tosses down a few large slabs of bloody meat. They don't have to wait long for the dinosaur to make an appearance, white scales glisten in the summer sun as it steps out from the tree line. "The Indominus rex" Eddie murmurs the announcement.

The lizard itself is pure white, scales slowly morphing into tanned skin. Angular face framed by long curly blonde locks. The indominus was certainly handsome; they'd give the higher ups that.

What they don't expect is for the creature to completely bypass the meat and head straight for the gate. (Y/N) stumbles back as it snaps its jaws at them, biting at the bars and growling. Trying to get to the two park workers behind them.

"He isn't like your rex. No way you can go in with him" (Y/N) nods trapped in place by the indominus's icy blue eyes "I can see that" they agree. The second (Y/N) takes his eyes off of the hybrid to look at Eddie, the rex throws himself at the metal bars. The worker throws themself backwards in a panic, tripping over their own feet in their haste to get away. They hit the ground hard, head bouncing hard off of the muddy ground.

"Oh shit (Y/N)!" Eddie is by his side instantly, pulling the younger up and into his arms. The metalhead is thorough as he begins looking his friend over, gingerly feeling around their scalp. "I don't think I can see any blood" he mumbles with a relieved sigh, pulling (Y/N) into his arms for a hug. From where he sits (Y/N) is so sure he can see the Indo grinning at him maliciously from beyond the bars.

This dino is trouble.

After the little incident in the cage, (Y/N) makes sure he has eyes on the Indominus at all times. So far his first week has been going well. Currently they're up at the top of the concrete walls, standing on the metal platform ringing the top of the enclosure. The glare they receive from down below makes them feel extremely vulnerable as they drag the meat to the railings gate, shoving it off the platform to the hungry reptile below.

It had been the last piece and (Y/N) leans over the railing as they closed the gate to look at the Indo below. He catches the meat in his jaws, throwing his head back the dinosaur swallows the chunk whole. Catching the worker's eyes he runs his tongue over his lips and (Y/N) can't help but feel like there's a threat in those icy blue eyes.

A task they had not been looking forward to was cleaning. Sure this wouldn't be their first time brushing an asset's teeth, but it certainly was the first time their asset had to be restrained for the routine clean.

The Indominus had been detained to a glass holding cell in the center of the lab's facility. Chained to the floor with what looked to be a heavy duty carjack propping its mouth wide open.

Stepping into the room ice blue eyes snap to look at them, a deep rumbling growl fills the space. "Believe me bud, I'm not exactly happy about this experience either" he says, clipping the rope to his safety harness. Just a precaution. The Indominus is still slightly out of it from the tranq darts that were used to knock him out, in order to get him to the facility safely.

(Y/N) takes a deep breath as they stand before the hybrid's open jaws. He decides to start on the outside, scrubbing at the flat surfaces of the giant's large shark-like teeth. Another growl but they pay no mind, instead they babble on about their day in an attempt to distract themself from how unnerving it is to be staring into the dark cavernous maw of a predator that no doubt wants to make a meal of the tiny human. "It's good I'm getting out more, I'm getting exercise. All in all, hikings been pretty fun" he babbles, stepping over the bottom row of teeth into the dinosaur's mouth.

"Of course it's great to get out and see more nature, y'know?" (Y/N) continues to chatter as they scrub at the Indominus's molars. "I even caught a frog on my last trek" he smiles thinking back to the moment. He had named them Fredrick the frog. They spend the next half an hour scrubbing the Indo's teeth and tongue, all the while chatting about anything that comes to mind. They talk so much in fact that they don't notice that he hadn't growled at them since they began.

"They named him by the way" Eddie takes a pull of his cigarette as he leans against the concrete wall. The metalhead often stopped by to spend his breaks with (Y/N). They stand in the cage watching the Indominus through the metal bars as he rips into the carcass (Y/N) had dropped into his enclosure a couple of minutes ago.

It had been three weeks since they took on the role of being the Indominus rex's head keeper and it seems he'd started to mellow out around (Y/N), though he still growled and snarled at others. The key seemed to be talking to the temperamental lizard.

"Oh yeah?" They ask glancing from the Indo to Eddie who hums in response. "Yeah, Billy" he replies, dropping his head back against the walls as he blows the smoke upwards. "Billy, huh" to their suprise the dinosaur looks up from his meal, visually perking up at the name.

The next time they encounter Billy without the safety of the concrete walls and metal bars, it's for a check up. They check his vitals, feeling unnerved at getting so close to him. Even with him restrained, Billy is an intimidating creature. This time he simply tracks them with his eyes as they wander around him, only receiving a small snarl when they draw a sample of blood from his arm. "Sorry bud" they apologise, stroking his cheek which seems to work in placating the Indo.

(Y/N) had spent the best part of the morning chatting idly to Billy, he had stayed near the gate since they arrived at the enclosure. The keeper sits on the concrete blocks the metal bars are embedded in, leaning back against the wall. He doesn't know when he had fallen asleep but upon waking up he freezes, recognising his surroundings. He had fallen asleep in the paddock cage, leaning against the bars. He swallows anxiously, eyes falling to the large white claw laying across his midsection. Billy had slipped his forefinger through the space between the bars, managing to touch the researcher where they sat.

(Y/N) tries to keep his cool and keep still, worried he'll be carved in half if he moves. Shifting his eyes to the paddock he finds that the Indominus is sound asleep. Taking a deep breath he attempts to slip out from beneath the claw, however they aren't stealthy enough. Billy wakes with a low guttural growl already building in his throat, the keeper whimpers fearfully in response.

Billy pauses for a moment, half awake, he looks to tiny shaking under his touch. He makes a questioning hum in the back of his throat, eyelids already threatening to drift closed once more.

"Hey...hey there buddy..." they start nervously "you think you can lift this off me?" They pat the claw covering their abdomen gently and to their suprise he listens to them, pulling his finger back through the bars. (Y/N) is quick to stand and back away from the bars, putting distance between them and the reptile "thanks buddy."

Those ice blue eyes stay on them as they retreat, maw parting in a long yawn. The Indo seemed intent on getting back to his rest but refuses to for some odd reason. "I've got to go, I'll see you later" they say, walking away and closing the second metal gate behind themselves. Billy let's out a soft sad growl before huffing and leaving, heading back into the foliage.

Later in the week (Y/N) decides to take his break up on the concrete wall. Max, one of the higher ups' daughter, decides to tag along. The two had become friends when they had been ordered to entertain the girl for the day and gave her a park wide private tour, even allowing her to meet the park's iconic T-rex one on one. Steve had adored the 'tiny human' so much that whenever (Y/N) was on shift with him, Max was right there with them.

The two hook safety harnesses to themselves when they reach the metal grating. The park had decided to do some touch ups on the enclosure whilst another team checked over the security system, all in all it's routine park work. The only difference being that the asset in the enclosure is not friendly like so many of the park's bigger carnivores are. The winches whirl steadily as the two walk over to greet a few familiar faces, trading a few jokes and laughs.

"So where is he?" Max asks looking out over the enclosure "hmm?" (Y/N) hums in question, chewing on a granola bar as they move to stand beside the redhead. "The dinosaur. Billy, I think I heard someone call him" she replies. The keeper doesn't answer her, instead choosing to call out into the forested area "Billy!" It only takes one call for the dinosaur to come stomping through the foliage. He gives a questioning growl, looking towards the gate when he sees it's empty. "Up here big guy" the keeper grins leaning on the railing. Billy's head snaps up and those big blue eyes settle on the two humans above, another questioning growl. What was his keeper doing up there? It wasn't feeding time yet.

They're too distracted by the hybrid and don't hear the railing creak under them as they lean further. They do however hear the groan of metal, but it's too late when they finally hear it. The platform gives way, sending both (Y/N) and Max into a freefall. Twin screams fill the air and thankfully the workers are quick enough to jam the winches and stop their descent.

Two hang in shock for a few moments, only a minute or so but it feels like they've been suspended for hours. "Pull Max up! Pull her up quick!" (Y/N) screams up at the workers. The group of men agree and begin to work in tandem to pull the redhead upwards, all the while (Y/N) is reassuring her that they'll both be safe and get out of this incident alive.

Max manages to keep herself fairly cool, that is however till she begins to panic halfway up. There's a fray, (Y/N) has a fray in his rope. "Pull him up! Pull him up now!" She screams as soon as she's safely stood on the sturdier platform.

There's a growl from below, (Y/N) carefully peeks over his shoulder to see Billy still standing below, watching and waiting. A cold shiver runs down their spine. They had seen the Indominus eat before, watched him crunch bone and tear flesh, those bloody images flash before his eyes.

They look back up as the workers begin to pull them upwards, grunting as they work in unison to hoist them up little by little. "We've got you (Y/N)" Max shouts down. (Y/N) can see where the rope begins to unfurl, threads slowly breaking free.

The rope snaps.

(Y/N) shrieks as he falls, limbs flailing uselessly in the air.

They're lucky. Body falling into a thick soft bush, the foliage softens the blow as they hit the ground though they know the pain will come later. It could have been so much worse. Right now he's fueled by the adrenaline and fear rushing through his veins. He pulls himself out of the bush, crawling on all fours as he pants and huffs. He knows he's shaking but all he can focus on is the soft green grass under his hands.

He's alive and intact, that's all that matters right now.

Just as he's sighing in relief at not dying from the fall, hot breath warms his back and he freezes. There's so much screaming from above, but he can't make out any of the words. All he can hear are those low breaths coming from right above him.

Ever so slowly he tilts his head to the side, just enough to look up and back. Sure enough the Indo is there leaning over him with wide blue eyes. They roam over the human, inquisitively scanning his shivering form.

"(Y/N) RUN!" Max's scream throws him into action, just as a claw tipped hand begins reaching towards him. The keeper pushes himself up, taking off in a dead sprint for his life. The Indo makes confused growl at the sudden movement, seemingly stunned for a second. However Billy snaps out of his suprise fast and takes off after the human.

(Y/N) enters the forest, ankle burning as he hops over fallen logs and dodges deep footprints. He can hear the Indominus crashing through the foliage behind him. Several things happen all at once in quick succession. One (Y/N) stumbles, falling forwards onto the hard forest floor. The force knocks the air from his lungs completely winding him. Two the Indominus breaks into the clearing, coming to a halt as it spots the human laying in the grass. Three when the human tries to push himself up onto his hands and knees to sprint once more, a heavy weight is placed on his back pushing them back down against the earth.

(Y/N) whimpers as large white talons pierce the dirt either side of his head, the weight isn't heavy, just enough to keep the man in place. If Billy decided to put his full weight down on his foot, it would crush them. (Y/N) can't decide if that's better or worse than being eaten alive.

The keeper can hear Billy catching his breath above them. It's been awhile since the Indominus rex had been given live prey.

There's a deep rumble from the dinosaur and (Y/N) is sure this is it. Any moment now Billy will tear into him and he'll be reduced to nothing but dinosaur food. However instead of being chowed down on, the weight on his back is relieved. The keeper seizes the opportunity to escape, scrambling to get up. He pushes up to sit on his knees, but before he can get up and run again his left arm is gripped and raised by a large clawed hand.

The Indominus moves to stand before him, focused eyes looking over the appendage before moving to repeat the same motion with his other arm, grunting in approval.

Was it trying to figure out where to start? What was the best meat? Would it pull him apart? Numerous horrific images flash behind (Y/N)'s eyes, that is until the Indominus does something that has all the pieces falling into place.

Billy grips the human's chin, the touch surprisingly gentle for something so big. Big blue eyes flicker over (Y/N)'s face and head, tilting their head this way and that. The action was very similar to how Eddie had reacted to Billy's first outburst.

He was mimicking the keeper.

"you're checking me for injuries..." he gasps at the realisation and at that Billy's eyes snap up to pierce theirs. The Indominus holds their gaze for a long moment before nodding.

"You understand...not just basic commands.." it slowly pieces together in their mind. It never made sense how Steve could comprehend English and respond, yet Billy had been here four years or so and had only shown the bare minimum in understanding them and never spoke. He can understand, he's just been acting as if he can't. "You've understood me this entire time..." they think back to how he laid down by the gate each day, listening to them ramble on about their life. They thought their words had been falling on deaf ears, but no, Billy had understood it all.

Billy watches them silently, offering a single nod in acknowledgment. He then moves to grip (Y/N)'s ankle to continue his check up, only to jerk back when he cries out. They lean forwards to hold the injured leg, teeth still gritted from the shock of pain. "Shit, I think it's sprained" they groan. "Sprained?" The voice is rough from lack of use, but the tone is soft, maybe even a little bit worried.

(Y/N) looks up in suprise. He spoke, Billy spoke to them. They're the first person to hear him speak. They sit in awe. He looks upset, eyebrows furrowed and a deep frown is etched onto his pink lips. "It's just a torn ligament" they explain, this does not seem to calm the Indominus "Hurt?" They nod "just a little bit" they answer softly "but it'll heal, I'll be fine."

The Indominus frowns eyeing his surroundings before looking back to his keeper. Billy doesn't say anything as he wraps his large hand around (Y/N)'s waist, lifting the little human up from the forest floor as he moves to stand at his full height. The keeper panics, tiny hands gripping at his fingers as they try to decipher what he's planning "what...what are you doing?"

Billy doesn't respond to them, instead he opens his mouth wide. Plump pink lips parting to reveal large sharp teeth glistening with saliva. (Y/N) screams and begins thrashing in his grip as he moves them closer to the open maw. "NO! NO! NO, PLEASE!" They plead using their hands to push against his lips, kicking at his chin with their uninjured foot. "DON'T EAT ME!"

He pulls them back but their relief is short lived as he shifts his thumb to pin their arms. A couple of tears fall from their eyes. Billy makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, leaning forwards to lick the salty tears from their cheek. "Please" they whimper as he pulls back. "Safe" he mumbles to them.

There's no more room for arguing as he tilts his head back and raises the tiny human over his open mouth. (Y/N) is lowered in up to their waist, Billy's hand slipping away as he uses his tongue to guide them the rest of the way into his mouth before righting his head. They begin to hyperventilate as the Indo's teeth click shut behind them. The tongue beneath them laves at them, carefully stroking against their sides. Their surroundings rumble as the Indo begins to make a noise they can only describe as a purr.

He's enjoying this.

(Y/N) cries out as the tongue flicks against his ankle, Billy makes that soft whining sound again. Their surroundings tilt and (Y/N)'s scream is cut off as they're sucked down, pulled completely into the Indominus's hungry throat. They grunt at the pressure on their ankle as the muscles push them down deeper into the dinosaur.

(Y/N)'s slips out and into a new spacious chamber. They back pedal pressing themselves up against the wall behind them. His stomach, they were in Billy's stomach. They curl up, burying their face in their knees to muffle their sobs. They were going to die a horrific death. They had thought they were making progress with him, getting on his good side. But here they are, just another meal.

"Hey, I got the message what's the emergency?" Eddie calls out as he jogs up the path to the Indominus's paddock. He's confused to find a familiar redhead pacing back and forth in front of the tall white walls. Upon hearing the keeper's voice however her head snaps up to look at him, in a heartbeat she's throwing her arms around him and sobbing into his chest.

Eddie's suprised, Max wasn't really one to show excessive negative emotions openly. "(Y/N) fell into the enclosure." The world around them fades away and his heart falls into his stomach "what?" His throat feels like it's constricting around his words. "He ran into the forest but we haven't seen him since" Max sobs into his uniform. He stumbles over a few reassuring words, but they all feel hollow and leave an ashy taste on his tongue.

"Fuck, I have to call this in."

A team is called out to comb the enclosure for the missing keeper, they're wary of the Indominus however contrary to past encounters he leaves the group alone. Only giving a couple warning growls when they get too close. Eddie and Max are given the rundown of what they found and honestly they wish they hadn't.

(Y/N)'s footprints cut off suddenly half way into the forest, there are signs of a struggle but no other evidence. Their case is updated from missing to deceased. The two are horrified to learn of their friend's demise. Eddie is given the day off to mourn his fallen friend, he's also informed that he'll be taking over (Y/N) position when he gets back. All in all the higher ups seem more interested in a cover up rather than the fact that a keeper was mauled by their secret star.

He hates that fucking dinosaur.

Max visits the paddock the next day, despite the orders that she's not to ever see the Indominus rex again, but then again she's never been one to follow rules that didn't she didn't like. Billy watches her curiously from where he lays by the gate, big blue eyes focused solely on her. "He didn't deserve that you know" she spits, arms crossed over her chest as she glares right back at him. "(Y/N) was so good to you, he cared about you, FOR you and that's how you repay him" she rants beginning to pace back and forth inside the cage. "You took away someone who's precious to a lot of people, he was my friend!" Max isn't quite sure when she started yelling but she doesn't care.

Eddie's suprised to find her here, screaming at the massive rex. "Max?..." he says softly between her yelled expletives. The redhead spins to face him and his heartbreaks all over again. This must be so tough for her, kids shouldn't have to deal with the reality of situations like this. "Come on. Let's go visit Steve, I'm sure he could use some company right now." He doesn't expect her to agree so easily, but she does and maybe it's because she knows how the rex feels right now. All three of them lost a good friend.

She turns to grab her bag, ready to leave when a noise from the enclosure stops her. The Indominus is lent over coughing, it sounds like he's trying to hack something up. She glances at Eddie with confusion, the rex had shown no indications of being ill when she got there.

The two watch in both suprise and horror a body slips out from between his jaws. They instantly recognise the uniformed body as it lays there on its back at the Indominus's feet. Eddie's stomach flips at the sight. He was eaten whole? That's cruel even for an apex predator like Billy.

The Indominus gives the body a gentle lick before backing up a couple of steps, eyeing the two humans behind the gate.

"He's breathing..." Eddie barely manages to register Max's words. In a second she's slamming her hand down on the gate's button, the metal grid separating them from the predator begins to slowly lift and Eddie watches in, completely frozen to his spot as the redhead ducks beneath the gate. Max has no other thoughts in her mind as she sprints towards the body, she needs to get (Y/N) to safety.

Finally Eddie breaks free of his trance and is set into motion, rushing under the gate after Max who has already made it to the body and is kneeling beside it. "He is! He's breathing!" She calls back, grabbing under both of (Y/N)'s arms. She grunts, pulling the body backwards with a lot of effort.

Reaching them Eddie moves to put himself in front of the two, arms out in a protective stance as he walks backwards with them. Billy pulls a face at the man's sudden arrival, letting slip a small growl but other than that, he stays put. He watches the little human as she makes her way back under the gate with the second keeper following close behind. Once back under Eddie is quick to close the gate again.

Eddie calls in the medics and Max sobs as she feels a strong pulse. "Never pull that shit again" he says, gathering the crying girl into his arms for a hug. She grasps at his shirt, agreeing through hiccups. Over her shoulder Eddie can see the Indominus watching them closely, still stoked where he had been when Max rushed in.

(Y/N) is put on bed rest for two days, his ankle is wrapped up and he's given crutches to keep the weight off of his injured foot. Eddie fills them in on what happened after they disappeared and how the Indominus had spat them back up. They manage to fill in a few of their own theories whilst resting. Billy isn't too happy seeing their foot wrapped up like that when they visit, but he seems more distracted by the fact that they came back at all.

"Hey bud" they great him from behind the gate. The Indominus only stares as he moves closer "been awhile" still no response "I'm not back as your keeper just yet, still got some healing to do but there were no rules saying I couldn't visit you so...hi" still Billy says nothing as he makes his way over to the gate, leaning down to look at the tiny human. They're suprised as he licks up their front through the bars before pulling back, there's a small smile tugging at his lips. It certainly is an odd greeting but they appreciate it.

"So the past two days have been utter shit..." he begins his usual ramblings as he hobbles over to the concrete to sit down and Billy moves to lay down as close as he can to the bars. The two falling back into their regular one sided conversation.

Billy's face visible through the bars. A lazy look on his face, though he focuses on the little human whenever they look up or move. So in tune with every little movement they make. Keeping a close eye on his keeper.

His human.

#stranger things vore #b/illy hargrove #B/illy hargrove vore #pred b/illy hargrove #G/t vore #g/t fearplay #st g/t #g/t fluff #vore fic #soft vore #i/dominus rex

[breedaboyd]

95 + Clement Mansell + GN or FTM reader? I think he really deserves a good pegging if you could include that 👉👈

Prompt: "These walls are pretty thick. Go wild."

Pairing: Clement Mansell × FTM!Reader.

Word Count: 1.8k+

CW: Anal fingering, first times, pegging.

A/N: Of course! Ugh. Clem needs a good pegging. I wish the conclusion to JCP was just Raylan arresting Clem and then just like fucking his shit up in all the best ways. He's been such a bad boy~ (Again, I kinda lost myself in this one.)

The night air is cool as you and Clement stumble back from the bar, your laughter echoing through the streets. The alcohol has woven a comfortable haze around both of you, making the world feel a little lighter and a lot more fun as you stumble up the stairs to your apartment.

"Y'know." Clement slurs, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I've always wondered what it'd be like to be on the other side for once." You chuckle and playfully bump your shoulder against his.

"What? You mean like being the bottom?" You ask and he lets out a laugh but his eyes hold a glint of something more.

"Yeah, imagine me all tied up for you, just your li'l' present to unwrap." You raise an eyebrow, thinking he's just riding the alcohol wave with his words. But then, to your surprise, he stops in front of the door to your apartment and turns to face you. There's a certain neediness in his eyes that wasn't there before. "Seriously." He huffs, his voice lower and huskier. "I want you to take control. Show me what it's like. These walls are pretty thick. Go wild on me, baby."

The air is thick with anticipation as you guide Clement into the kitchen, the dim light casting soft shadows across the room. With a swift, practiced motion, you unbutton his patterned shirt, your fingers brushing against his skin as you reveal the contours of his chest. His breathing quickens, his gaze locked onto yours as you slowly peel the fabric away, leaving him bare from the waist up. His strong, rough hands find their way to your waist, fingers grazing over your hips as if trying to pull you closer. But you have other plans.

Stepping back just enough to maintain eye contact, you give him a sly smile before you make quick work of his jeans and briefs, pushing them down around his ankles. He's left standing in nothing but his cowboy boots, his half-hard cock twitching between his thighs, anticipation written across his features.

You push him over the edge of the kitchen island, his chest pressed against the cool marble. He arches his back, offering himself to you willingly. Your hands trace a path down his spine, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, as he lets out a slow breath. You knead and massage the back of his thighs, pulling a pleased groan from deep within him. His body tenses and relaxes under your touch, his breath hitching as your hands climb higher and higher. Leaning in close, your lips brush against his earlobe, your voice a soft, teasing whisper.

"You've been such a naughty boy tonight, Clem. Do you think you deserve a little punishment?" You ask and he shivers, his hips canting back as if seeking more contact.

"Fuck, yeah..." He breathes out, the word a needy plea. You roughly grab his ass and he groans out a 'please'.

Your heart races with excitement as you quickly slip away into the bedroom and grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand and head back into the kitchen, where Clement is still splayed out against the island. Your fingers brush against the bottle's surface as you open it, the slight pop of the cap echoing in the room. Turning your attention back to the task at hand, you squeeze a generous amount of the slick substance onto your fingers.

You offer him a reassuring smile before you make contact with his skin. The lubricant is cool against his heated flesh and he inhales sharply at the sensation. "Mmmnn... Fuck..." He sucks in a breath as your fingers begin their task. The initial press of your fingertip against his entrance elicits a gasp, a mixture of surprise and pleasure escaping his parted lips. Your touch is gentle yet purposeful as your fingers glide over his rim, spreading the lubricant and coaxing his body to relax.

His body gradually yields under your touch, the initial tension giving way to warm surrender. Your finger — just one to start with — pushes inside and he tenses for a moment before he reminds himself that he needs to relax, that the discomfort should fade. As your finger presses deeper, he starts to moan more, arching his body back into the new feelings you're subjecting him to. The stretch, the feeling of being filled; each sensation is new and he's so incredibly sensitive.

Clement's hips move in rhythm with your touch, his body seeking more, so you add another finger, reaching deeper inside him. "God, that's good... Wait, just a li'l' deep— O-Oh, fuckin'...Christ! Fuck, I can feel that all up— Ohh, fuuuuck... All up ev'rywhere..." His eyes roll and he presses his face into the marble as your fingertips press against his prostate, slowly working your fingers over that one spot and drawing all the lewdest noises from him.

You take your time, enjoying the show as you work him open; scissoring your fingers, fucking him on the digits, bullying his prostate. His breath hitches with every teasing touch of your fingers, his body growing more and more responsive as you open him up.

Clement's hips twitch, a subconscious reaction to the pleasure radiating through him. He squirms beneath your touch, his skin flushed with arousal. You continue your maddeningly slow preparation, working him open slowly but surely and enjoying every step of the process. His hands grip the edge of the kitchen island, his knuckles white with the effort. The desperation in his body is unmistakable, his hips canting back into your touch, seeking more.

"How's that, Clem?" You tease, your voice a low murmur as you pass your fingertips over his prostate again. Clement's response is a throaty moan, a wordless affirmation that only serves to spur you on. You can feel his need, his hunger for release, and you take your time, revelling in the power you have over his body. He pants your name, a plea and a demand all in one, his body arching, begging for more.

But you're not done yet. With a final maddeningly slow press against his prostate, you pull away, leaving him desperate and empty. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, his eyes glazed with need.

"Please. Fuck. That was... Shit, baby..." He whispers, his voice a desperate plea that sends a shiver down your spine. You give him a knowing smile, promise in your eyes as you reach for the harness and the toy that lies beside it. His eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight of the sleek silicone dildo, his gaze flickering with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

"Trust me, Clem." You murmur, your fingers deftly securing the toy in the harness and slicking it up. You watch him as you position yourself between his thighs, the toy hovering just before his tight rim. He doesn't quite realise just how big it is and, as you press the tip into him, his body tenses with a combination of apprehension and excitement.

The first press is a whirlwind of sensations; the burn of the stretch, the exquisite sensation of being filled so wonderfully. Clement's breath escapes him in a rush, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as he adjusts to the intrusion. You watch his face as best you can from behind him, gauging his reaction as you slowly push the toy deeper.

His eyes flutter closed, his lips parting in a soundless gasp as he takes in the sensation. His fingers clench against the marble, his knuckles going white as he tries to manage the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. "You okay?" You ask, your voice laced with concern as you pause, allowing him a moment to adjust. "Just relax." Clement's response is a low, breathless moan, his hips canting back against you, a silent plea for more. With a careful, measured pace, you continue to push the toy deeper, watching him for any sign of discomfort.

And then, just as suddenly as the initial discomfort, a wave of pleasure washes over him. His moan is loud and unfiltered, a mixture of surprise and ecstasy as his body adjusts.

"God, yeah..." He gasps, his body rocking back against you, seeking more of the delicious friction it provides. His fingers curl tight around the edge of the kitchen island, his body moving in rhythm with your careful thrusts. The stretch is perfect, a blissful burn that leaves his body humming with sensation. He gasps, his hips arching towards you, seeking more contact, more friction. "Faster, harder... Give it to me deeper, baby..."

With each thrust, you up the ante, driving your hips against him hard, faster, deeper. Your fingers dig into his hips, your grip both possessive and unrelenting. He's a mess of moans and gasps, pressing the side of his face against the cool marble as he struggles to keep his eyes open amid the barrage of pleasure. The way he writhes beneath you, his muscles tensing and releasing, has you tapping into the dominant side of you, you barely knew was there.

"Like this?" You growl, your voice thick with lust as you increase the speed, driving into him with a force that has him fucking whining. "You want it harder, Clem? You like being fucked and filled up like a little slut?" He can only manage a desperate nod, his words reduced to incoherent cursing and babbling as the pleasure becomes all-consuming. The sensation of you filling him, the relentless pace, it's everything he wanted.

"So...fuckin'...good...darlin'..." He manages, every word punctuated by a deep thrust that has his eyes rolling back into his head. With every buck of your hips, his moans grow louder, the slick, lewd sounds of his body bouncing off the walls. He's on the edge and you're right there, watching him, leading him. Clement's grip on the countertop tightens, his back arching as the pleasure mounts.

And then, with a yelp that's equal parts pleasure and surprise, he shudders beneath you, his body tensing and trembling as he finally lets go. White ropes shoot across the cabinet doors as he cums, his forehead resting agains the counter as he gulps down air. You pull your hips back, pulling the toy from his body, and it comes loose with an obscene pop and a breathless whine...

Clement's chest rises and falls rapidly, his gaze unfocused as he tries to catch his breath. "Woah..." He breathes, his voice a mixture of wonder and satisfaction. "I've never...felt anythin' like that." You lean down and press a kiss to the base of his spine. "We...have to do that again sometime..." He sighs and you lace your fingers into his hair, tugging his head back and making him hiss at the pain that rushes through his overly sensitive body.

"Who said we were done, cowboy?"

#source: justified city primeval #character: clement mansell #type: reader #misc: ask #misc: chariot writes

[vicioushauntings]

( lee min ho, he/him, cursed blood) To ULYSSES LEBEAU, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of FIREY ICE MANIPULATION grows a little stronger.  They are a HELLHOUND shade aligned to HOUSE FRASER. For FORTY years, they have survived a world of magic with both their CHARISMATIC and EGOCENTRIC. They work as a BOUNCER, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to CHANGE THE PERCEPTION OF CURSED BLOODS.

BASICS

FULL NAME: Ulysses LeBeau NICKNAMES: Uly BIRTHDAY: January 28 ZODIAC: Aquarius Sun GENDER: Cis Male PRONOUNS: He/him SEXUALITY: Pansexual

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 6’2 DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Contacts. When he overuses his ability, frost forms along his arms. Additionally, a golden bite mark can be found on his shoulder. TYPICAL FASHION: Fine suits and fuzzy sweaters JEWELRY AND ACCESSORIES: He wears a few heavy rings on his fingers on occasion

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adaptable, charismatic, contemplative, disciplined, efficient NEGATIVE TRAITS: Critical, discontented, egocentric, scheming, vindictive NEUTRAL TRAITS: Ambitious, confidential, tough HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin MBTI: ENTJ OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: Pessimist INTROVERT/EXTROVERT: Extrovert DAREDEVIL/CAUTIOUS: Daredevil LOGICAL/EMOTIONAL: Emotional MESSY/NEAT: Neat

LIFE

HOMETOWN: EDUCATION: Community college LIVING SITUATION: A small studio PETS: OCCUPATION: Bouncer PARENT(s): Lady Silk A foster mother; father unknown SIBLING(s): Lady Sif None SIGNIFICANT OTHER(s): DISABILITIES:

FAVORITES

COLOR: Blue FOOD: Ribs MUSIC: Classical, jazz LITERATURE: War, historical, romance FLOWER: Poppies

HOBBIES & HABITS

HOBBIES: Gun ranges, knife throwing, shopping, chess, cultivating roses MUSICAL INSTRUMENT: The piano SPORTS: SPENDING HABITS: Clothing, coffee, sunglasses, gambling VICES: Cigarettes & alcohol

HEADCANONS

His foster mother is the one who taught Uly how to shoot. He’s been practicing at pointing and aiming since he was old enough to hold a weapon. He can take apart and put weapons back together practically in his sleep.

For as long as he can remember, Uly has always enjoyed the finer things in life. He hasn’t always been able to enjoy them, unfortunately, but poetry, art, music, fashion…he enjoys late night strolls through the park and spending his afternoons in museums or curating a rose garden. Life, more often than not, gets in the way of this desire.

On paper, he works as a security guard at his foster mother’s bar, ensuring that all customers remain respectful and pay their bill at the end of the night. But he does more then that to keep himself busy - whatever odd jobs come his way, Ulysses will take, from house sitting to favors to even the more unsavory tasks. He’s certain he’s already wanted for murder…so what’s a few extra to the list?

CURSED BLOOD

House: Fraser Ability: Firey Ice Manipulation

Ulysses is able to create, shape, and manipulate ice that has properties of fire. The ice that he generates is so cold that it gives a burning sensation and, at a glance, even appears to be fire. This type of ice freezes hard and fast and coming into contact with skin can cause frostbite or freezing. However, Ulysses is not immune to the ice that he makes himself; although he has a higher tolerance than others, prolonged exposure will still leave ice burns and frost against his skin.

Animal: Hellhound

Ulysses remains unsure if he was capable of turning into a hellhound before he was bitten and turned into a cursed blood or not, but the small dog he once was has since turned fierce and ferocious. His animal form is now a large black dog, which he has come to learn is often acknowledged as a bad omen - which he has decided is accurate for his own history. Rather than emitting flames, frost often grows over the dark fur.

BIOGRAPHY

Ulysses doesn't remember much before the age of five. He recalls a mother - no father to speak of, fear in the bottom of his belly, and deep pain leaking from his shoulder. The story he knows is one he learned from his foster mother, who found him on the side of the road looking like he'd been wandering through the woods with no parent in sight.

Raised by the one and only Madam LeBeau, who ran the Poulaille with an iron fist, she was tough on love and never expected anything less than the very best. She lead by one rule: if you wanted to eat, you had to work. Even as a child, Ulysses was expected to do his fair share of chores to help out.

Even with this harsher upbringing, Ulysses wasn't exactly responsible - and for a hungry hormonal teenaged cursed blood, he needed to learn how to control his cravings. With his foster mother constantly pushing him to do better, the moment he turned eighteen, Ulysses joined the royal guard - which wasn't his foster mother's idea of responsibility training.

However, Ulysses certainly thrived in a structured environment where he always knew what was expected of him and how precisely he could achieve it. He rose in ranks, befriended his piers, and actually had some respect going for him. This is when he realized that he, perhaps, could change the perception of cursed bloods; his status as one served as a close-kept secret since his youth, and he'd learned to control his cravings all his life. Perhaps he could spend his time showing others that they weren't the blood thirsty monsters often depicted.

Though this was eventually proven impossible for Ulysses to do; after he sunk his teeth into his best friend's father, he no longer believed his dream of living without fear could be realized. He defected from the guard, and returned to his roots, back to his foster mother's cabaret.

Now he works to earn his keep as a simple bouncer, ensuring that none of the guests get too handsy with the dancers or making patrons who have had too much to drink leave the premises. He attempts to keep a low profile, which isn't the easiest for a man who takes so much pleasure in talking about himself. Perhaps someday he'll build himself back and see his dream realized...but it all seems too far of a possibility for him now.

#cag: intro #ulysses lebeau; intro

[slayerbunnyruka]

Mama mia.. me-sa love-a monsters...

You know the, #slasher fucker or #horror fucker tags... I'm obsessed.

Like my god would I love a monster (any kind really) to just breed me. Or ya know what, kidnap me into its dark den in the middle of fucking nowhere Kansas and just keep~ me. I know it's generic to love werewolves, but have you seen them.. like shit suddenly I love the smell of wet dog and enjoy walks. Basic monsters, vampires, werewolves, witches I guess??, the basics ya know. Spanning to fucking tentacle alien from 16 universes over searching for the perfect breedable pet to take back with him.

Side bar- ya know in Futurama S6 ep 5-8... (i have issues). His name is Yivo, the idea of him... the concept... the entirety of his being... it just sends me.

Back on task- like monster fucking is my new favorite thing, it's taken over my writing, drawing, brain... etc.. It's everything for me right now. So when I think about, what this love came from I think back to video games or TV shows. Growing up slightly confused cause I wasn't into furries, I supported it but like it wasn't me. Then being of the age you just can find things in your community (or reddit) that just speak to you on a higher level. My higher level was the monster fucker category. Which I found by accident while looking at slasher smut... yeah I have problems. I went from scavenging for the perfect little scrabble of someone's brain at 3 am about ghost-fucking-face too squinting at my phone close to 8 am running on no sleep because I found this amazing "farm" situation. I.WANT.A.CENTUAR.TO.FUCKING.RAIL.ME.

Sorry... I don't know what came over me. So I continued to look Into this, it has been 2 years, 2 fucking years. I have a strange obsession that's really hard to find someone to talk to about. How do you just bring up, "ya know sometimes I wish a strange abomination to Earth and science just snuck itself into my vaginally cavity and over stimulated me for days on end"... like I feel like whoever you talk to about it in person would either faint, or give you this look of horror (either out of pure horror, or horror you know exactly what they want).

Look I'm just saying, please God if your real... make the monster creatures real.

#monster fucker #slasher fucker #horror fucker

[madmaryholiday]

oh i have had me a goddamn DAY today.

tl;dr: a mix of stupid micromanaging bullshit and the continued failure of vital software to function as needed made my day incredibly frustrating and overwhelming.

basically, management has decided that each individual poster must be "audited" (aka have every one of their posts looked at by their supervisor) for two weeks, one at a time. i was the lucky first one up because i work part-time and therefore have half the posts to wade through per day.

today, my supervisor brought over a little printout of things he'd noticed in my posts--"of course your posts are always great" he reassured me, but these things could take them "to the next level."

apparently the glare coming off of game cases when i do video game lots looks cheap, and i don't separate cords enough in lots of multiple items with cords.

i explained to him why my posts looked the way they do and showed him the hard spatial limitations i was working with. like he suggested i try shooting photos from a higher angle, and i showed him that the light box i was using was too small to take a shot at an angle any higher than i was already using. he suggested i prop game cases up against the back of the light box, and i pointed out that the backdrop in the lightbox didn't fit properly and bulged along the back wall, so trying to prop anything up against it just resulted in everything falling over again.

i made concrete suggestions (get one long plate holder i could use to prop up multiple game cases at once to avoid having the cases tilted at different angles; get a bigger lightbox; forego the lightbox altogether and drape something over the top of my photo booth and rig up a couple lights to eliminate shadows from the overhead lighting) and was basically told "ok i'll see what i can do" and we all know THAT means nothing will be done.

also one of the examples he gave me of the cords touching or being hidden was on a listing where the cords were in fact connected to the items they powered. i didn't get to tell him that today, but i might do it tomorrow.

and i also have to manually scrape off every store sticker (we finally got the stores to stop taping their number on things with packing tape, but now they use those stupid little rectangular stickers that tear off in 4 little sections and take forever to get off) on every item with my goddamn fingernails because leaving the stickers on looks "cheap" and like we don't clean our items.

WE DON'T CLEAN OUR ITEMS. IT SAYS SO IN THE DESCRIPTION OF EVERY LISTING.

but i have to spend 20mins+ every day scraping off the fucking stickers because my supervisor says so.

and now i also have to carefully wind up every cord so it can be neatly separated from every other fucking cord in its lot, so i just do that while taking the stickers off and add another 5 minutes of bullshit there.

and to top it all off, our posting software was taking THREE ENTIRE MINUTES to load listings every so often. i think it was about once an hour, but that still adds up oh my fucking god. for comparison, i can usually FINISH a listing in 90 seconds. i made a log of each time it happened and how long it took to load the listing, because of course i did.

we also have a new "cleaning checklist" we have to fill out at the end of every day, so i had to take more time than usual to go chase down supplies to do each little goddamn task on the sheet before i left, and i clocked out late because i couldn't find a fucking broom. (they're apparently "working on" getting more cleaning supplies because they only have about half as many brooms/dustpans and surface cleaner bottles as they need.)

anyway i am extremely tired and extremely frustrated and today was way harder than it needed to be.

i am gonna go eat a protein bar and some chocolate and try to decompress.

#working birdie #birdie grumbles

[diinferi]

LOCATION

[TWIN CAPES] The first step in the Grand Line, the Twin Peaks are at the base of Reverse Mountain where every pirate coming through must visit as they head on through to greater adventures. Without a ship or Log Pose, you’re stuck here.

RACE 

[HUMAN EQUIVALENT] The default, completely ordinary humans. The main advantage they possess is simply how prolific they are and their sheer determination once they set their mind to a task. Of course, they may also possess adaptations to unusual conditions or be augmented in some way. Alternatively, you may choose to be a relatively normal, but intelligent, animal (such as a member of the octopus shogunate) or a member of a relatively normal human-like race such as a member of the three eyed tribe.

FACTION

[WORLD GOVERNMENT] To serve and protect the World Government and their interests, to chase pirates and put them behind bars. That is the calling of the Marines. You are counted among their number, a proud defender of the sea... or a former one if you prefer. As a member of the World Government, you gain +300cp to spend on Items.

PERKS

[POTENTIAL] The world of One Piece is crazy, where people can ignite their legs on fire by spinning quickly, hypnotizing people with paint, kick off the air hard enough to stay aloft, and can grow strong enough to lift several tons on the lower end. You have this potential as well, able to develop truly superhuman feats of prowess, not even necessarily martial in nature, if you put in the effort to do so. You can reach the same heights, or even higher, than the strongest men and women of this world, given enough time and effort. This also provides the potential to unlock and develop Haki, though this only extends to Armament and Observation Haki, not Conqueror’s Haki which you have no potential for unless you gain it from another perk.

[NAMED ATTACKS] An unusual thing in this world is the invocation of named attacks, and this oddly has the effect of increasing the power of the attack. Now, you can do the same, when you come up with an attack, you can name it. When you say this name while using the technique, it puts just a bit more into the attack than you could normally accomplish. The more determined you are when doing so, the more is put into the attack.

[SEAFARER] With the world composed mostly of water and dotted with small islands, it pays to be used to traveling the waves. You know the basics of working on a ship, have a handle on the terminology used by sailors, and are an exceptional swimmer with sea legs that won’t fail you even in the roughest of storms, though the storms of the Grand Line, especially the New World, are another animal entirely.

[SIGNATURE LAUGH] An unusual trait of the One Piece universe is the wide variety of distinct and often odd laughs possessed by the people of the world. You can design your own One Piece style laugh.

[ESTABLISHED FIGHTER] You were trained as a fighter from a young age and know how to use your natural abilities to excel in combat, possessing several years worth of training and experience in your chosen style of combat. You may choose an established fighting style from the One Piece universe (such as Santoryu, Kuroashi, or even Rokushiki) or one from This Bites (such as the half shell and full shell styles). You may purchase this perk multiple times but cannot choose the same fighting style more than once.

[DEMON’S REPUTATION] You have a history that has cultivated a rather fearsome reputation. This reputation follows you nearly everywhere and gives you a bit of a boon when trying to intimidate others, on top of the fact you are simply intimidating even without the reputation.

[SKILL AND POWER] A common thing with skills of all sorts, they can grow beyond your physical ability to keep up. Your skill with a blade means little if you can’t put enough power behind it. But, you’ve got a simple solution to that problem. Namely, as your skills grow, so to do the basic physical abilities necessary to use them. Practice fencing? Your dexterity and reaction time will increase. Practice blacksmithing? Your strength and resistance to heat is improved. This will still only carry you so far, and practicing with a skill merely counts as an equal amount of physical conditioning towards the attributes related with those skills.

[FEAR IS THE MIND KILLER] You are calm of mind when you need to be, able to force yourself to be calm in the face of extraordinary circumstances, such as finding yourself stranded on a deserted island in a world where everyone is stronger than you are and willing to use it against you.

[THE WILL TO FIGHT] You possess an indomitable will that will carry you forward even when your body is failing, allowing you to push through exhaustion and physical limits that would hold you back. This is not without limit, and your willpower will begin to falter if you push it too far, but until then, you can keep pushing yourself Forward. In clearer terms, your willpower augments your physical health, stamina, and pain resistance, acting as a sort of second health bar once you are in critical condition. Additionally, it provides a fairly decent boost in your existing willpower.

[COMBAT ANALYSIS] You seem to have an uncanny ability to observe your opponent’s abilities and understand them, allowing you to integrate parts of an opponent’s fighting style into your own with ease after just a few clashes. This is easier if taken piecemeal to modify an existing technique you possess, but with enough time to observe and dedication, it’s entirely possible to fully mimic a technique wholesale, or even the full style if you focus on it near exclusively. This also has the advantage of helping you find your opponent’s weaknesses, the more you fight someone, the more apparent their weaknesses become. This may not give you the win if you can’t take advantage of those weaknesses, but it will give you an edge.

[MONSTER] The Monster Trio, Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji, are in a league of their own within their crew, growing faster and hitting harder than anyone else. Now, you have that same quality. Your physical abilities are absurd, and grow at an equally absurd rate, putting you in the same bracket as the Monster Trio. And you don’t even really need all that much training to push yourself that far, turning everyday activities into training, to a degree.

[HAKI TRAINING] You unlocked the innate ability of haki! With this you get the ability to use armament haki to the point to at least deal damage to a logia devil fruit and observation haki that you can at least feel how many enemies are in a certain area around you. Think of it like the level of pre-timeskip shown feats. But the best part of this is you also have the same extraordinary talent in learning and developing haki to the same extent as Luffy. You will have a head start with this in the world but don’t even think for a second that this alone will help to survive here. 

[PUSHED TO THE LIMIT] Being a fighter is more than raw strength, it is also skill, skill honed from hours upon hours of hard work pushing yourself until you break those limits and push them a bit farther. With this perk, you possess the pain tolerance and willpower to keep on pushing yourself while also being completely aware of your limits and just how far you can go without hurting yourself permanently. With this, exercise is more fulfilling and effective.

ITEMS

[BASIC WEAPONRY] Consider this a welcome package. A few simple weapons on par with the average pirate saber and pistol.

[LOG POSE] A special compass used to navigate the Grand Line and a necessity if you want to safely get anywhere in Paradise.

[FANCY SUIT] A closet of fancy suits and other clothing, with a few new ones appearing every few weeks or whenever any of the clothing is destroyed..

[ARMORED CLOTHING] A simple method of improving defense, your clothing, regardless of where you got it from, is reinforced and armored to offer at least some protection. This protection is minimal, but can turn aside daggers or weak blades and can reduce the impact of bullets somewhat. This affects all clothing you wear, as well as providing a number of outfits that are actually armored that you can hand out to your allies.

[NAMED BLADE] You possess one of the many named blades found in the world of One Piece, and thus, This Bites as well. For 100cp, you possess a Grade Sword. For 200cp, you possess a Skillful Grade Sword. For 400cp you possess a Great Grade Sword. And for 600cp, you possess a Supreme Grade Sword.

DEVIL FRUIT 

[ZOAN] Bear Bear Fruit: Model Grizzly Bear

DRAWBACKS

[AH, SHITBISCUITS!] There's a food that just... doesn't agree with you. If you eat it, you better hope there's a bathroom with soft paper nearby, because you'll be acquainted quite thoroughly by the time your torment is over. You're guaranteed to have an encounter with this food at least once a year.

[ADVENTUROUS SPIRIT] The sea calls, ever does it call. You will never be able to settle down, always looking for the next adventure. You might be able to take a break for a time, but the call will always draw you out and onto the seas of adventure once more... until there is nothing left.

[WITH THE CLOTHES ON YOUR BACK] You can’t bring any items from previous jumps and only have your favorite set of clothes (with some accessories) from your home universe, which are resized to it your new base form, and any items purchased in this jump. If this is taken with B.R.O.B.’s Condition, you gain an additional +100cp.

[B.R.O.B.’S CONDITION] As a condition for coming to this world, the ROB that brought Cross has made a deal with Jump-Chan to limit your abilities while in this jump, just so you don’t mess things up too badly for his, ahem, entertainment. You have no access to your warehouse or out-of jump perks or powers. You can only work with the stuff you bought here.

[WANTED!] You start with a 100 Million Berry Bounty which will rise accordingly to your actions. If you are a part of the Navy faction, you are a disgraced marine, either from going against orders and breaking away yourself or being framed by another for their own purposes.

[PLOT BOUND] You are stuck with the Straw Hat Crew. Not because you are part of the crew necessarily, but because you’ll be a part of every major event they get stuck in, no matter how much they try to avoid it..

ENDING

[TO THE NEXT ADVENTURE!] You’ve had your adventure, you’ve made memories you will never forget, but it is time to move on to the next series of adventures out there. Just remember to have fun, Jumper.

#one piece #jumpchain #cyoa #one piece oc #file: information #file: jumpchain #file: build #file: text #file: rebellis

[syrupsyche]

Because I'm crazy I'm gonna do a quick director's commentary on the latest chapter of my enjsette siblings canon era fic. If you'd like to read more of this, or even my director's commentary of my other fics, lmk because I'd absolutely do it even if one (1) person asked.

Enjolras had initially been adamant that they got through the dinners as fast as possible; [...] Cosette, however, was not as easily convinced.

From the start, we already see Enjolras wanting to get this Over and Done With but unfortunately for him, Cosette comes up with valid arguments to retaliate his plan. Reason for his eagerness are spoiler-ish, but it is kinda explained in a previous chapter!

On top of his law studies— the bar was only in a few months, much to his and Courfeyrac’s horror—, Marius found his days swamped with other work, having to jot down dates for dinners, rehearse conversation topics, and finish his translation jobs to save up for possible courting gifts

I'll admit it here first: I am going absolutely HAYWIRE with the timeline of the book. Canonically, Marius would have been done with the bar by now but I needed him to have another connection with Enjolras outside of purely Les Amis so I'm just cobbling together different events from the brick atp.

Soon, these meetings quickly became less of a task to be fulfilled and more of a sanctuary for Marius. Here, Marius chatted, laughed, and listened to the men as they dreamt and worked towards a better future for France, one that he was now an intimate part of.

Slight thematic spoilers but I think it would have been obvious by now: the point of the fic isn't really the development of Marius and Cosette's romantic relationship but rather, the development of the multiple genuine friendships he makes. I wanted AU!Marius to have a deeper connection with Les Amis– even if he hadn't quite match their level of political thought– and especially with Enjolras, both within and outside of the group. We'll see this again later on in the chapt, from Enj's perspective!

He then placed himself much higher on her personal list of friends by gifting her carnation seeds and a collection of Aeschylus’ plays, much to her family’s confusion.

“There is a florist that makes beautifully dark bouquets.” Marius did not know how he found it in himself to speak, but decided it was good to continue.

I hc this to be the florist that he buys flowers from for his father's grave. It would be before he started to learn German but hey, how hard is it to buy mourning flowers in a different language? /lh

Before anyone else could respond, a miracle happened. Cosette’s father spoke.

“Do you know other languages?” [...]

“Have you been to England then?”

Why oh why would Valjean be interested in learning languages to be used in different countries surrounding France? 🤔

Cosette, ever so bright, took to English swiftly, cobbling together surprisingly fluent sentences.

“You are amazing,” she once quickly said in English when her father was distracted by a German dictionary.

“As are you,” Marius responded in kind, feeling braver than he had ever felt in his life.

Again, main point of the story isn't just Marisette development: it's Marisette development with Marius learning to gain confidence in himself first and as a result, build better connections with Cosette and his friends.

“I might have it with me,” Combeferre said from beside Marius. The man had appeared once he learned about the lessons, as though the presence of foreign languages summoned him like a spirit. Lately, he had been sitting in on many of the lessons with an interest for learning more about German and English as well, much to Marius’ bewilderment.

I unfortunately couldn't squeeze in much Ferre in this fic despite him being my #2 favourite Ami, but what little I mention of him, I hope it's clear that he is an absolute NERD. Of course he wants to learn German and English for absolutely no reason.

If Marius had asked this not as the co-conspirator to the elaborate plan they were hosting, or as the man who was steadily becoming one of Enjolras’ closest friends, Enjolras would have politely declined. [...] He was not only a trusted member of the ABC, but a friend that was steadily growing to be the potential new member of his extremely close-knit family. Polite, agreeable, and kind to all, Marius had wormed his way into Enjolras’ affections.

This fic's focus is on Marius but the entire series will chronicle Enjolras and Cosette's evolving relationship with each other and the people in their lives. This is the start of Enjolras' realisation that he has gained a new friend primarily through his sister's workings. And not to give anything away just yet, but this friendship will ultimately have it's consequences, both on him and Cosette.

There was a foreign look on his face, one that Marius was not familiar with yet— he had catalogued Enjolras' anger, happiness, frustration, and confusion over the past few months— but it quickly shuttered close.

“No matter. I just wish to see my sister happy.”

The line was delivered as though rehearsed.

Marius cataloging expressions to identify them 🤝 Enjolras rehearsing lines to sound normal

I definitely write them as neurodivergent, and though technically all of them are nd because I am incapable of writing anyone that is neurotypical, but this two are especially nd.

A mere week after their conversation in Enjolras’ room, Marius found himself passing the bar exam, thus legally declaring him a lawyer. Bahorel, who had not turned up for the exam at all, delivered a funeral oration at the next meeting in Marius’ honour.

I can't resist inserting and re-inserting Bahorel and his law school shenanigans into the story. He's so funny and creates such a great contrast against both Marius (an actual lawyer) and Enjolras (an actual functioning law student).

Marius refused to allow panic to set in, and determinedly looped his arm around Courfeyrac’s to tug him towards the familiar route to the Fauchelevent’.

A parallel to their first ever dinner! Courfeyrac was pulling Marius along then, now the tables have turned :)

“Thank you,” Marius replied, before smiling dreamily. “I daresay it might have been part of your sister’s plan to do just that.”

“Of course it was. I do not expect anything less from her.”

A quick shoutout to Cosette for being the main mastermind behind all this. From pitching the idea of the very first dinner to subtly revealing Marius' trilingualism to impress her father, she is making sure she gets her man! Right now, she is still a bit of an enigma (the entire Fauchelevent family is, really) but she will get to share her thoughts soon!

Courfeyrac and Cosette led as usual, but interjections from Marius and her father occurred much more frequently as well. [...] Only Enjolras seemed to remain as stoic as he was in the first dinner. [...]

“Eugène,” his father said suddenly, his face expressing a similar look of worry. “You have been quiet. Are you feeling well?”

“Yes Father, I am merely tired. Perhaps I will retire early.”

“The coffee should be ready in the parlour by now,” Cosette pointed out. “Let us head there and you can sit by the fire. The warmth should help you feel better.”

This entire part is one big parallel to the first dinner, except now there are major changes. Marius and Valjean actually talk now, and Enjolras is now the one being weird (for spoiler-y reasons) and the group move to the parlour once again. I wanted to replicate this as closely as possible to see just how much certain characters have changed (Marius and Valjean), and how much some haven't (Cosette and Courf being social as ever, while Enj is still silent).

“Just those books,” the old man said quietly, and Marius knew instantly that the fated conversation was about to commence. Still smiling politely, he entered the room fully as the door softly clicked shut behind him.

They were now alone.

Valjean (as we would know) is not stupid and Marius knows this as well. He is definitely in for the proposal talk and he's terrified BUT he goes in anyways. Next chapter will definitely include Valjean's perspective on the situation: how much does he know? And what exactly does he want with Marius?

Hope yall enjoyed the breakdown! Lemme know if you want a commentary on any other chapter/fics in the future :)

#les mis fanfic #syrup ramble #syrup writing #enjolras #cosette #marius pontmercy #only tagging the 3 main characters of the fic bc idw to flood the tags 🥲 #enjolsette #OFEA