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discar · 17 days

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HZD Terraforming Base-001 Text Communications Network

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FlameHairSavior: All right ladies, gentlemen.

FlameHairSavior: Sylens.

Icarus: Ha.

FlameHairSavior: This is it. Anyone have anything else they need to do?

ADMIN [Zo]: Ready as I'll ever be.

SilverVixen: Ready.

Icarus: Ready.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Ready.

HIMBO: I'M READY!

DIVINER: Ready and raring to go!

FlameHairSavior: Then let's get moving. I'm almost at the meeting point. I'll call when I arrive.

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HIMBO: I REALLY WISH WE COULD HAVE ALL FLOWN IN ON SUNHAWKS.

SilverVixen: We would have been shot down immediately. Too obvious an approach.

HIMBO: YEAH, I KNOW.

FlameHairSavior: He's just complaining about having to carry the shield-breaker.

HIMBO: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW ANNOYING THIS THING IS?

Icarus: Almost as annoying as your whining.

DIVINER: [Gasp.gif]

DIVINER: Sylens! Do you have a sense of humor!?

Icarus: Yes, I simply don't see the need to practice it on children.

ADMIN [Zo]: I think this means he's starting to like us.

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HIMBO: NOW, NOT THAT I'M COMPLAINING.

MARSHAL Kotallo: That will be a first.

HIMBO: YOU HUSH.

HIMBO: BUT DO THE SPECTRES SEEM... WEAK TO ANYONE ELSE?

HIMBO: I MEAN, SURE, THEY'RE SOME OF THE MOST DANGEROUS MACHINES I'VE EVER FOUGHT. BUT IS THIS REALLY THE BEST THAT THE ZENITHS COULD COME UP WITH AFTER A THOUSAND YEARS?

DIVINER: I've been meaning to ask that too! They're not even networked together, so they can't call for help! That just seems... bizarre!

MARSHAL Kotallo: They also don't have the infamous Zenith shields. I'll admit, their design and behavior seems curiously lacking for combat machines.

SilverVixen: These aren't combat machines. In fact, they aren't even utility machines. They were designed purely for the purpose of keeping the colony clean, cutting back overgrowing plant life and chasing off native animals, while we were in our VR simulations.

SilverVixen: They're basically hyper-advanced roombas.

HIMBO: YOU KNOW NONE OF US KNOW WHAT THOSE ARE.

DIVINER: Roombas were one of the earliest personal-use robots! They were first manufactured before Ted Faro was even born! They were nothing but a small platform with wheels and some cleaning devices on the underside. They traveled in a random direction, cleaning as they went, until they hit something, at which point they picked a new random direction and continued. They were slow and inefficient, and completely lacking in any sort of intelligence, but they worked!

SilverVixen: ...wow. I'm not sure anybody from my time would even know all that.

DIVINER: One of the first data caches my people found contained fifty thousand Amazon user reviews for various models of roombas!

DIVINER: No, we don't know why either.

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Icarus: Stop using audio chat for a moment. I need to concentrate.

Icarus: If you must bother me, use the text function.

HIMBO: HYPOCRITE.

DIVINER: Multitasking is the sign of a flexible mind!

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SilverVixen: You just blew the regulator on the printers.

DIVINER: Yep!

SilverVixen: WHY? All that did was attract attention!

SilverVixen: Look, there is an entire army of spectres heading for Aloy!

FlameHairSavior: They were going to notice us eventually.

SilverVixen: So you decided to just get yourself killed early and save them the trouble?

SilverVixen: Oh.

SilverVixen: Oh, my.

FlameHairSavior: It worked.

Icarus: Clever. Risky, and you might regret it later, but clever.

DIVINER: Okay, we'll be in position soon! Right now we're running away from the army of machines!

MARSHAL Kotallo: At least they're not focused on us any more.

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FlameHairSavior: Alva, Kotallo, we've met up with the others.

SilverVixen: Except me.

FlameHairSavior: Right. Anyway, we're almost to the tower.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Understood.

SilverVixen: Expect either more spectres or the Zeniths themselves. Maybe both.

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FlameHairSavior: Tilda, later you're going to have to tell me why you people followed this idiot.

FlameHairSavior: Did the old world have classes on bad guy speeches?

ADMIN [Zo]: PLEASE focus on the task at hand.

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HIMBO: WELL, THAT WORKED.

HIMBO: NEVER THOUGHT I'D ENJOY WATCHING A MACHINE KILL SOMEONE SO MUCH.

FlameHairSavior: It can be pretty satisfying, yeah.

ADMIN [Zo]: PLEASE FOCUS.

DIVINER: Oh! One more thing! Tilda, your shield is still working, right?

SilverVixen: No, the range on the device was larger than expected.

DIVINER: Oh, that's too bad. How long will it take you to fix it?

SilverVixen: At least a few days with the printers. The shields were designed to be constantly active and never need maintenance.

DIVINER: Ooh, does that mean we could get shields like that??

SilverVixen: Of course. How do you feel about weeks of surgery implanting highly specialized cybernetic devices into your body? The pain only lasts a year or two after that.

ADMIN [Zo]: Please talk LATER.

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FlameHairSavior: Found Erik.

ADMIN [Zo]: Erik?

SilverVixen: No one distract her. Even without his shield, Erik is a killer.

FlameHairSavior: Still talks too much, though.

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ADMIN [Zo]: Erik Visser is down. Aloy is heading to the top of the tower.

SilverVixen: Forgive my paranoia: You mean Erik is dead, correct?

ADMIN [Zo]: Yes.

SilverVixen: Good. He's not an enemy you want to leave alive behind you.

SilverVixen: I'm dealing with Gerard now.

MARSHAL Kotallo: The rest of us should regroup.

ADMIN [Zo]: My thoughts exactly.

FlameHairSavior: See you at the top.

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Icarus: And there goes the printer.

SilverVixen: Gerard has always been petty.

DIVINER: We could have used that!

MARSHAL Kotallo: It was infected by HEPHAESTUS. I suspect using it would have been difficult even under ideal circumstances.

FlameHairSavior: The Cauldrons are almost as good. We'll manage.

SilverVixen: Aren't you climbing right now?

FlameHairSavior: I can multitask.

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[FlameHairSavior] has invited [Beta] to the group

[Beta] has changed their name to [β]

DIVINER: Welcome back!

β: hi sorry

ADMIN [Zo]: You have nothing to apologize for.

FlameHairSavior: Give us a minute, we're looking into Alva's nemesis.

HIMBO: ALVA'S WHAT?

DIVINER: I found references to something the Zeniths were afraid of! No details, though!

FlameHairSavior: ...oh shit.

DIVINER: What??

[SilverVixen] has left the group

β: tilda killed gerard and now she wants to leave the planet with aloy

β: she has a big power suit

DIVINER: Oh no, she betrayed us.

DIVINER: [FryShockedNotShocked.gif]

HIMBO: ALL RIGHT, WHO HAD MONEY ON HER BETRAYING US AFTER WE BROKE ALL THE SHIELDS?

ADMIN [Zo]: I'm out.

MARSHAL Kotallo: I was certain that she would at least find a way to preserve her own shield.

Icarus: Which is why I misled her on the effective radius of my device.

HIMBO: HA!

ADMIN [Zo]: I'm still unclear on why she wants to leave? Or take Aloy with her?

DIVINER: I found something in the data network about the Zeniths fleeing Earth! That's what Aloy was talking about!

ADMIN [Zo]: And Aloy?

β: she called aloy elisabets best possible self

β: wants a second chance isnt taking no for an answer

HIMBO: I TOLD YOU. I TOLD ALL OF YOU.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Yes, we remember.

HIMBO: I TOLD YOU SHE HAD SOME CREEPY THING GOING ON.

ADMIN [Zo]: No one ever disagreed with you.

HIMBO: ANYWAY, IS TILDA DEAD YET? WE'RE ALMOST THERE.

β: its taking a bit

β: but tildas not a fighter and i think she was expecting to have a shield

MARSHAL Kotallo: Find cover. You don't need to watch this fight, and Tilda could use you as a hostage.

β: yeah okay

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FlameHairSavior: Tilda's down.

HIMBO: ALMOST THERE.

ADMIN [Zo]: Lot of rubble blocking our way.

β: ill try to find you and help from this side

FlameHairSavior: I thought Sylens was with you.

ADMIN [Zo]: No, we never met up with him. Why?

FlameHairSavior: Because he's here.

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[Icarus] has left the group

HIMBO: OH, SYLENS TOO?

HIMBO: KOTALLO, I THINK YOU WIN THIS ONE.

MARSHAL Kotallo: No, I was certain he would betray us before Tilda.

ADMIN [Zo]: He doesn't look violent.

FlameHairSavior: He didn't betray us. It's complicated.

β: why are you people texting were all here

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[FlameHairSavior] has invited [Sylens] to the group

[Sylens] has changed their name to [Icarus]

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#horizon #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #HZDBaseChat #aloy #zo #erend vanguardsman #kotallo #alva #beta horizon #sylens #tilda van der meer

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lem-cup-rev · 2 years

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Dead End: Paranormal Park (2022)

⭐️⭐️⭐️

-Spoilers-

Wow, I can’t wait to come back in a few months and rewatch only the first three episodes and the musical one!

First of all! They put a trans main character right in here!!! I lost it when the first episode clearly implied it and I double lost it when he said it directly in the second! Wow!!!!!

But my favorite character is COURTNEY. I can’t believe she’s a girl with that scratchy awful voice! She’s my little Hazbin Hotel reject and I love her.

DEATHSLIDE is also an absolute showstealer. Everything she says is so surprising and funny and her tone is an absolutely charming deadpan that would usually be too subtle to expect in a goofy cartoon.

I guess I’m pretty lukewarm on the characters otherwise. Barney is a sweetie. I’m fond of Twilight Sparkle characters like Norma, and her anxiety issue is compelling, and I also find it pretty funny how utterly selfish she is. And Pugsley has a very charming mild, gentle manner to him. When the overall tone is hitting, these guys make great quirky, reluctant protagonists!

At the beginning, the horror was really excellent and immediately felt more creative and surreal than most ‘ghost’ or ‘demon’ themed media. The creeps summoning Temeluchus were so varied and bizarre – how about the floating alien fetus or the melting slenderman with a kid’s drawing on his face? The ominous presence of Pauline was really excellent too, from the big creepy faces of her in the park to the scattered clips of her movies and her constant sly, smug, wealthy attitude.

Besides that, the first episode really wowed me with how crisply the plot was put together – like, the concept of photos capturing souls and the idea of rides taking automatic photos each being deftly set up before they were needed. I was like, ‘Damn, these writers are clever!’

After that the horror and writing got less interesting at a comically steady rate and I mostly lost interest around episode 4. It was such a funny case-in-point that the denizens of hell turned out to be just those original creeps recycled, including tons of that bizarre unique slenderman. The crush awkwardness episode was absolutely miserable, but you know, I hate that trope. They even did their own little WandaVision at one point, and I normally love that meta shit, but this just felt so without believable stakes. I get it! People use fiction as an escape!

The musical episode, of course, couldn’t help but be an absolute blast. Norma’s song about being Frankenstein’s monster was the real showstopper, with some really fun visual direction. Gonna be listening to that on [popular music streaming service] all the time.

I thought the ending really suffered from that common thing where it’s like ‘Yeah, these are technically exciting, tense, and climactic things that are happening, but they really have nothing to do with what I enjoy about this show?’ I don’t care about Temeluchus’s freakin sister! I don’t care about Temeluchus! At least make the final boss stay being Pauline?? Also, I’m not saying Courtney shouldn’t have had the found family redemption arc she was so clearly suited for, but I think you could play with those themes in a much more fresh, interesting way.

Man! Cartoons, am I right?

#review #spoilers #show #3⭐️#dead end: paranormal park

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slowwshoww · 1 year

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oh, I'm frustrated so this is gonna be a text to talk situation because I can't spend time typing it out, so forgive me for my capitalization I don't usually fuck with that.

I was watching this YouTube true crime video and this is usually from a creator that I like for the most part, and I think that he presents his videos really well, but this one really fucking made me so mad. In this particular video, he was telling a story about some guy who had made a lot of money off of gambling for video game skins. I'm not sure how it works fully but that's what he was doing and then the gaming sites suck shut down all that all the gambling sites and so this kid who is literally 18 years old went from making literally millions of dollars to having his entire income stream cut off.

And after that happened, he started acting really kind of bizarrely. He was suffering from mania, and he was experiencing psychotic symptoms and he was claiming that like in the video game he could drive his car through other cars with no consequences.

So his parents were concerned about his well-being and about his mental health and they called the police to do a 51-50. and I have beef with the concept of involuntary medical holds for people with mental illnesses but that's beside the point. The cops came to their house and his mom and his dad and his next-door neighbor who is a licensed psychiatrist but not his psychiatrist. They were all like I think you need to take him in he's having these problems and I think he's a danger to himself and to others and the police were like oh wow he's made so much money and he's so cool but no we're not gonna take him in

And so after the cops left he got in his car and he tried to drive his car through other cars and he drove around the school and was ramming into things and fucking everything up and then he got on the freeway and he was driving over 100 miles an hour in the opposite direction and he hit another car and all three of them died on impact. There's two people in the other car. And then this YouTuber said oh, the real victims are the people in the other car Trevor, which was the guys name was the real perpetrator he was the problem and I was so mad

clearly, this person is 18-year-old child with suffering from schizophrenia, or some other kind of psychosis, and nobody took his parents claims of danger to himself or others seriously and then three people died, and so many people in the comments were like no I actually don't think it's his fault. I think he was a victim here too but this YouTuber had said like oh yeah I think he could've done more. He could've done more and his parents could've done more to see the signs and make sure that he couldn't hurt other people and I'm like OK. Clearly you have never suffered from a mental illness. Clearly you have never suffered from psychosis you've never seen anyone suffer from psychosis so you don't know what the fuck you're talking about I was so mad anyway.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk bye

#lifetag #ooh i was so MAD!!!!

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amazingphilza · 3 years

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snapchat :: c!tommy x reader

fluff / angst , platonic , gender neutral ! first request whoop whoop :D [check pinned for more info on requests]

synopsis: ‘what’s so bad about adding every person on snapchat?’ tommy thought. unknowingly, with all the other people he begins talking to during exile, one ends up being you; tubbo’s younger sibling. that is until you both visit tommy in logstedshire.

cw: i purposely misspell a few words for the texting part, i hope it’s still readable for y’all! and i haven’t actually used snapchat in years so let’s pretend i know what i’m doing :)

tommy smiled at his brand new phone

first thing he does? install snapchat and reddit

if he couldn’t talk to his best friends face to face anymore, at least he had people online to talk to, right?

tommy hoped from all his possessions dream would destroy, he could at least keep a phone

without much thought, tommy opened snapchat and began adding every account and messaging them the same obnoxious message

BE MY FRIEND . MESSAGE BACK NOW.

most people chose ignore tommy, not having a clue why he was messaging them

but as for you, when you had the notification that someone added you on snapchat and started aggressively messaging you, it made you curious

you read their user

“wife haver”?? huh???

instead of immediately blocking the person, you replied back

what?

not even less than a second later you get a reply back

OH MY GOD FINALLY SOMEONE

IM DYING

without context, you were more than confused

genuinely dying is very alarming but you shouldn’t text a random stranger your last words

huh?

THE GREEN BASTARD TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME

YOURE ALL I HAVE LEFT

plwase helo

Help

where did tou go

Ohm hgod

hHello?

NOOOO NOT YOU TOO

PLEASR

you laughed at the person’s desperation and ignored the messages

if the stranger wasn’t going introduce themselves, you wouldn’t either

however, after a while you realized you had over 100 snapchat notifications within an hour of trying to ignore the person

however it was just jumbled up words and useless spam, nothing important

as if the stranger would said anything important to your concern anyway

do you ever shut up??

fuck you

a normal person wouldve taken offense by these messages but you found them quite amusing

it wasn’t like you had anything else better to do

and this acceptance was the start of your odd friendship with the stranger

you were still on edge because you had no idea who they were and their intentions but the anonymity was mutual nonetheless

if the desperate spamming “wife haver” isn’t going to formally tell you who they actually were, you weren’t going to risk exposing yourself first

but in the past few weeks, you and the person had normal conversations apart from the first day they messaged you

well as normal as you could’ve expected from someone named “wife haver”

they were the first to send an actual snap as well

that was when you found out the “wife haver” was an obnoxious boy that looked around your age, maybe a slightly older

he had sent you a photo of him holding a thumbs up and trying to smile when he was clearly upset

just got all my stuff exploded again, feeling good

you noticed his messy blonde hair and tattered clothes

what the hell happened to this guy?

part of you was confused, and the other was concerned

u good bro??

well

i don’t have anymore tools and materials if that’s anything

so no

this is shit

lmao it was probably deserved

FUCK YOU!!!!!

im kidding that’s sad

but like do u actually need stuff?

you contemplated sending your next message and thought of the consequences

but in the end, you were probably better off than him so if he did try to do something suspicious, you could easily just leave with your trident or defend yourself

i can bring some things over if you’d like

please oh my god it’s so boring here

where the hell do you even live???

it finally hit that you would be visiting this mysterious person

you never really had much to do during the day and he had nothing against your enchanted netherite armor when compared to his worn-out clothes

you were surprised that he was quick to be comfortable with you visiting him so continued to message the boy

if you live nearby i can just stop over and bring some spare diamond tools and armor if you’d like or smth

DIAMOND !,?’/:@!?:/-',(

ya sure lol

WTF

GOOD SHIT LAD! THANKS

WHEN DO U WANT TO VISIT???

his shock and excitement made you smile

maybe this wasn’t a bad idea

before replying, you quickly ran to your storage room you gather your spare items

instead of normally texting, you decided to take a picture of all the enchanted tools and armor and send back a snap

i’m down for tomorrow, turn on your snapmaps so i can come by ;D

he quickly replied back with handfuls of ‘holy shits’ and ‘YEAHS’

you couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear which caught the attention of your older brother who had just walked in to get blocks from the wall of chests

“ew why are you smiling at your phone like that?”

“oh shut up, tubbo”

“it’s weird”

you roll your eyes at him in a playful matter

“whatever! i’m gonna be out tomorrow to visit a friend, okay?”

“you have friends? wow, sounds like a first”

“you’re such a dick!!” you yell at him whilst trying to hold in your laughter

“oh yeah? go on, tell me about this friend of yours then. meeting strangers online, hm?”

“if you’re so concerned, you can come with if you’re not busy with whatever a president does. i promise they’re not some weirdo like you”

tubbo’s tone was sarcastic but he agreed then left you to your own thoughts

you were excited for tomorrow that you were restless in your bed when nighttime had came

somehow you managed to fall asleep from tiredness in the middle of the night

soon enough it was morning

before doing anything, you checked your phone and went through all your notifications

you then checked snapchat, browsing snapmaps and realized how far you had to travel

despite the long travel, you brought yourself up from your bed and gathered all the items you were going to bring

you stuffed a full set of enchanted diamond armor, tools, and over a stack of golden carrots all in your inventory

after finishing all your preparations, you searched for your older brother

with just a loud yell of his name he appeared almost instantly

“you ready to go, tubbo?”

“yep! you know where you’re going right?”

you scoffed at the question

“of course!”

and with that, the two of you traveled on foot until you reached the ocean

you had brought 2 boats with you knowing that you couldn’t imagine being in the same boat as your brother; it would’ve ended up in endless bickering

after a while of being at sea, tubbo started to become impatient

“what the hell! how far does this person live, y/n??”

“i dunno!”

you knew the general direction you were supposed to be going to after studying your snapmaps all morning but you couldn’t check how much farther it would take to get there; there was obviously no signal in the middle of the ocean

it felt like forever before you saw land in the horizon

suddenly you regained all the energy you have lost from rowing

“there!! that place with the white tent, i can barely see it”

“finally”

with the burst of energy, you got to land in no time

the moment you got off your boat, the blonde spotted the two of you and ran in your direction

once appearing nearly feet apart, he stared at your brother who also had the shocked expression

“TOMMY?”

“TUBBO?”

your brother had more of a confused expression whilst the other boy seemed a bit mad

maybe he was always mad considering the endless conversations you had with him ranting about some ‘green bastard’

but tubbo quickly got defensive, stepping in front of you

you didn’t understand how they knew each other beforehand, but at the same time you never caught up with tubbo’s friends either

you needed answers

“what’s going on?”

“y/n! you were messaging tommy this whole time? why didn’t you tell me?”

tubbo was clearly frustrated and a feeling of guilt washed over you

it didn’t click that you never exchanged names and admitting it did not seem believable

tubbo was in complete shock, trying to process everything that was happening

“WHAT?! AND HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TALKING?”

you mumbled out your words

“a few weeks, i can’t remember”

“uh, yeah sorry” tommy had confirmed your statements. “i didn’t even know you had a sibling, tubbo! i actually didn’t know their name until now as well..”

“HUH??”

“but if i knew i was messaging a tub-ling, i wouldn’t have in the first place!”

“what the fuck tommy!!!”

“no, but how do you even know each other?” you had interrupt the two

tubbo had chosen his words carefully

“we’re... friends”

tommy had seemed upset at this

“tubbo....”

“no, don’t talk to me, tommy. you were exiled for a reason. y/n? give him the stuff you wanted to him and let’s go, this was a waste of time”

you were saddened but obliged, you didn’t want to anger your brother even more

“fuck you, tubbo! can’t believe this was how you visit me for the first time, i don’t even want your pity shit”

before you could react, tubbo led you to the back of his boat

he got in the front and quickly rowed away from the land you barely stayed on, leaving your boat behind on the shores

you looked back at tommy who already had left back to his tent

the boat ride was silent and full of sorrow until you arrived back at l’manburg

once you got home you immediately opened snapchat to message tommy

hey tommy i’m really sorry about today. i had no idea,,,

you thought he would’ve ignored your message but instead replied right after

but your heart sank at reading the message

it’s fine

i think it’s best we stop talking y/n

you didn’t want to lose a friend so quickly but after all the tension from today, you didn’t know how to come back from it

so instead of arguing you agreed, even if it wasn’t honest

yeah, me too

and that was the last message you sent to tommy

even though the whole situation was confusing from the start, it didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy the random conversations you had

the bizarre encounter was unforgettable

it made you even sadder when you realized the first time you two used each other’s names through text would also be the last

a/n: ngl, i didn’t think i would finish this on a kinda angsty ending but here we are! and grrr it’s 4am and i just wanted to finish this,, let’s hope there aren’t that many grammar mistakes LMAO anyway i hope y’all enjoyed <3

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit fanfic #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfic #mcyt imagine

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kominum · 3 years

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rewatching old sailor moon and thought of like... disgruntled tuxedo mask!corpse but with unrequited love because i’m a glutton for angst

wc: ~2.2k

warnings: death of a minor character, implicit knowledge of sailor moon lore, modern twist, unedited

please send in ideas you might have that i could write short blurbs for! this was honestly fun to write.

It’s a scratch he can’t itch. It’s what has him waking up in cold sweats, confused and moderately annoyed that his hard-earned sleep has been so rudely interrupted. He hates the cape, he hates the itchy suit, he abhors the top hat – and the only things he doesn’t really hate are his baton and endless supply of darkened roses.

The first time he transformed, he was half-asleep and struggling to understand why he was speeding down the highway and parking two blocks away from some random back alley. His pain was relatively dulled, which was surprising, and his body suddenly possessed a world of fighting skills that felt foreign yet familiar. All he could recognize was a slightly disheveled woman cursing and just trying her best against some odd form of demon spawn, and before he knew it, he’d thrown down a dark purple rose and engaged in combat. Once said woman found an opening, she took off her headband/tiara, performed a throw that would put professional frisbee players to shame, and the monster disintegrated into dust.

“Jesus Christ,” he panted, body hunched over and hands on his knees. “What the fuck was that?”

“More like who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck if I know,” he muttered and dusted himself off.

“What’s with your get-up anyways?” She failed to hide her snickering. “You’re 3 decades behind.”

“Do I look like I want to fight in a suit? Plus, you’re fighting in some rendition of a schoolgirl uniform.” Her black thigh-high boots were killer, but he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction.

“You should’ve seen what it was before, but I was able to make some changes. Good heads-up for you and—”

“Sailor Moon, are you okay?!”

Oh. So she’s got a talking cat, too. What in fresh hell was going on? Did he take something? But also—“Your name is Sailor Moon?”

“We’re working on the name change,” she grumbled, bending down to let said feline jump up her arm and settle on her shoulder. “Anyways, uh…thanks. I was kind of in a bind, but I’m usually not I swear. Good timing, I guess?”

“If that’s what you wanna call it.” But she was already in the wind, hopping from roof to roof with no inhibitions, and left him completely dumbfounded.

His silly attire dissolved back into his previous clothing as he ambled back towards his car, thought not exactly at his own will. But he shrugged, slid into the car seat, and dialed the only person he could think of who would readily pick up at this ungodly hour of…2:37AM. That was just the start, and he can’t tell if things went downhill from there.

He should backtrack.

He met you almost two years ago at a hospital.

You had been waiting anxiously for your boyfriend to come out of surgery after being in a bad car accident, biting your nails, occasionally pacing back and forth, smoothing your hands worriedly against your jeans, and gnawing your bottom lip to death. It was midday, sometime after lunch, and he’d come in for some routine checkup he can’t remember what for now, and sat a few seats away from you in the tiny hospital coffee shop. He’s no therapist or expert, but he highly doubted that any caffeine would alleviate your anxiety. Yet you sat there with two to-go cups and a granola bar wrapper, and something told him to stick around for now.

He’s never been one for a lot of small talk, but you looked to be about his age and no one else was with you. Tragedy tasted most bitter when alone, and some force of the universe told him to at least say something, anything. So he stuffed his hands into his hoodie and shuffled awkwardly to your table, tentatively asking a, “Hey, uh…is everything okay?”

You’d looked up at him with wild eyes on the verge of tears, heart battering against your chest, and the only intelligible thing that left your mouth was a “Huh?”

And he’d casted a gentle grin, eyes laced with a mixture of pity and concern, and asked again his first question. “My boyfriend’s in surgery. He got in a bad accident. There’s um…roughly two hours left, I think.”

“And you thought coffee would make it better?” He jutted his chin towards your large cups.

“Hot chocolate,” you chuckled. “I’m not keen on torturing myself like that, not now at least.”

“Well, I’ve got an appointment soon but I should be done before his surgery’s over…want me to come check up on you?”

Dumbfounded was the best way to describe your expression, and he was so close to retracting his offer before you gave him one of the most thankful smiles he’d seen in many years. “I’d really appreciate that.”

He nodded. “Sounds good then. Give me a sec.”

At the counter, he paid for another cup of hot chocolate and added in a chocolate chip cookie for good measure before bringing it back to you. “I hear chocolate helps.”

“Thank you, again. Go, don’t want to make you late.”

But an hour and a half later in the waiting area outside surgery, the doctor came out with a solemn expression, and you all but collapsed into the plastic chairs, tears leaking like waterfalls from your eyes. Part of him wanted to bail and go because there wasn’t much he could do, but it wouldn’t be right to leave you to drive home now. He wanted to make sure that you were calmed down, all cried out, and breathing properly so you could at least operate a vehicle safely.

The same unknown force had him offering you his number in case you needed anyone to talk to, yet the conversation sat empty for weeks until curiosity and guilt ate at him. He tapped out a message, deleting it, then another one, more deleting, before he settled on a plain, “It’s the guy from the hospital. I know it’s been a while but…how are you?”

Your reply was almost instantaneous, to which he worried if he’d accidentally woken you up at 4:13AM. First, it’s a casual, “hey, thanks for checking up on me! I’m doing okay,” but he knew better. And the other shoe dropped in the form of a simple, “I miss him.”

It’s a quiet, heartwarming friendship. You know nothing specific about him – he’s incredibly vague on any identifying information. Hell, you’d be willing to bet that the name at the hospital was a fake one. Nevertheless, he’s one of your closest friends. You know he mainly works online, has a lot of trouble sleeping, is chronically ill and has a number of medical conditions, his general disposition and feelings on things, but overall, just wonderfully easy to talk to.

Yet something just feels wrong about falling in love with him. It’s a horrid combination of guilt and disbelief. Are you rebounding? Are you subconsciously searching for your dead ex-boyfriend? Are you so desperate for romantic connections that you’ve twisted yourself into believing you love a man that you’ve seen fewer times than the number of fingers you have?

You come to peace with it when his custom ringtone chimes softly on your nightstand in the middle of the night. Rain or shine, stars or none, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. Nothing has ever woken you up so quickly, not even alarms on interview days. “Hello?”

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Kind of, but it’s fine. What’s up? Wait,” you interrupt yourself and listen carefully to your speaker. “Are you…driving?”

“…yeah.”

“Should I ask from or to where?”

“I…honestly don’t know. Something felt off, felt like I had to get out of my place and just fucking do something. So uh, I drove somewhere and just started driving back home.”

You curl up under your sheets on your side and plug your earbuds into the phone. “Well, did it get rid of whatever you were feeling?”

“I think so? Honestly couldn’t fucking tell you. Still really bizarre to me.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” you murmur. “Well, feel free to call me whenever you feel like that again.”

“I don’t wanna fuck up your sleep schedule though. Feel like it’ll happen more often than I’d like.”

“How about this – if I don’t pick up, it’ll just be my nice way of saying ‘fuck off, too busy sleeping right now’?”

A soft, deep chuckle warms your chest and cheeks. “Sounds good. So how’ve you been?”

“Well, you know…”

It’s the same night that you think you might have a chance at love again. You fall asleep with his voice weaving stories and tales in your ears and wake up to a message that says, “Wow, didn’t know I was so fucking boring that it made you snore so loud.” The hope that creeps through your veins is dangerous and thrums urgently whenever you get a call or message from him.

And as bright as a star, it all comes crashing down in a firey blaze.

You crash into a girl as mysterious and serenely beautiful as the moon with a talking black cat one afternoon. She exudes a gorgeous amount of confidence in her stance as she protects you from a creature that looks like it’s out of a horror video game, and you can only stare in awe. The cat from before yells instructions at you, throwing what looks like a pen with a red cap on it and you blindly follow them. Your subsequent red heels feel incredibly comfortable and you can’t remember the last time you wore a skirt – but there’s no time to ponder as you push the girl you were admiring out of harm’s way and somehow manage to direct fire at them from your fingertips.

The monster burns and screams in agony before getting hit with what looks like a glowing frisbee. Your savior wipes the dust off her outfit before extending a hand out to you, “Welcome to the club, Sailor Mars.”

Say what now?

“There’s gotta be a better name than that,” is the first thing you say as you get pulled up. She throws her head back and lets out a charmingly obnoxious laugh. “We’ll work on changing it. I can tell we’re gonna be good friends.”

“Her name ended up being a rip-off of my name,” the cat quips and receives a scowl from the supposed plagiarizer. “I’m Luna, and this is Sailor Moon, or Lunaria she says.”

“You gotta admit, that’s cutting it a little close,” you agree and Lunaria flips the bird. “How the fuck am I going to change Sailor Mars? Also, can I do anything about this outfit?”

“We can go shopping tomorrow for sure. Luna and I can fill you on everything and – oh, before I forget, there’s a guy—”

“So it looks like you don’t need my help?”

You freeze in your steps, startled by the familiar baritone approaching you two. He was involved in all this?

“I told you, I don’t need your help—”

“Is she new?”

“Yeah, which means, we really don’t need your help. She’s got actual fire power. Literal fire.”

“That’s pretty fucking cool,” he accepts. “Good to meet you.”

You spot a set of veiny fingers that appears in your peripheral and you tentatively turn in his direction, hoping that your hair will obstruct your face as much as possible. “Same,” your throat manages to squeak out as his warm hand engulfs yours in a firm handshake.

“Get out of here, Corpse,” Lunaria chides and lets go of you to push a finger to his chest.

“I’m only here because you fucking needed saving. Now you’ve got another person dragged in.”

“I told you, I’m not some fucking damsel in distress,” she hisses. The mirth in his visible eye only causes the infuriation to grow and swirl more vigorously in her gut.

You watch the exchange from the sidelines as Corpse’s teasing only increases and provokes Lunaria further, disheartened that you’ve never heard him laugh so much in one exchange before. Dread from deep within your veins begins to freeze around your heart, something so set and undeniable that causes your brain to realize that falling in love with him was a mistake. It was the kind of mistake that would strike you with pain for years and the intense foreshadowing has you spinning on your heel and bounding through an alleyway. Your outfit shifts back to what you’d been wearing before, the characteristic weight of your phone in your back pocket seeming heavier than ever.

You call him that night, holding in a deep breath when the dial tone breaks midway. A rustle, a breath, and then, “Hey what’s up?”

Oh god, you scream to yourself as your heart shatters at the bottom of your chest. His voice, again, cannot be misconstrued as anyone else’s – the inflection, the tone, the volume, everything belonged to him.

And the universe told you then and there that he, undoubtedly, belonged to her.

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The Jimmy Jab Games

Chapter 3: Blind Team Quidditch

~The Jimmy Jab Games Master~

Paring: Sirius Black x Reader

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~Master~

Yesterday’s challenge was interesting. Seeing a Thestral was already fascinating, but adding Lily’s revelation afterwards?

Yeah, yesterday was something else.

Like every morning, Lily woke you up for classes and the pair of you headed down with Marlene to breakfast, seeing the boys already there. Your normal spot next to Sirius was empty as you fell into it, hitting his shoulder with yours on the way down.

“Well good morning to you too.” Sirius mumbled through his food as you sent him a playful glare and took a piece of his bacon off his plate. He chuckled as you bit into it. “You know you could get a plate of your own.” He told you but you shrugged.

“Nah, not really hungry. I just wanted a piece.” You told him, hearing him scoff and shake his head. Your moment was broken as you saw Lily slapping James’ shoulder and point to you. You knew that Lily was convinced about your secret love for Sirius, but you didn’t know she told James about it. Hoping that Lily didn’t share her wrong theories with her boyfriend, you turned away from Sirius, looking at Marlene instead. “Round 3, huh? How on earth are you going to top yesterday?”

“Well, I have a plan.” She whispered to you, tapping her fingers against the table. “Can everyone meet at the Quidditch Pitch an hour after classes?” You nodded as did everyone else and Marlene turned to Remus. “Can you meet earlier? I might need some help.” He furrowed his brows but agreed to help her.

“These games were pretty fun right?” you asked, casually trying to brag about your great idea to your friends.

“Yeah.” James said and you were ready for his stamp of approval. “The first good idea you had in a while.” He let out a laugh as did Sirius and Remus, Lily and Marlene’s eyes widening as they hide their giggles. Your jaw dropped open, not prepared for friendly bullying from James today.

“Oh, sod off.” You mumbled and slouched in your seat. Sirius put a hand on your back, not at all trying to stop his laughs as you fake pouted.

“He’s not wrong Y/N.” He chuckled, only making you more shocked. The look on your face only made Sirius laugh more as he doubled over. “Last week you tried to your spell potions book to read itself to you and it ended up screaming for hour.”

“I almost had it! And It was a good idea!” Your own laughs pulled through and you couldn’t stop them. You shook your head stealing another one of Sirius’ bacon’s and sticking your tongue out at him. “All of you. I hate all of you.” You stuck your nose in the air, refusing to look at them as you finished your- well, Sirius’ piece of bacon.

“Oh no you don’t.” Sirius said, slinging his arm over your shoulder. You looked at him, seeing him stick out his lip in a pout as you reached for another piece. “Y/N!” he groaned out but didn’t stop you from stealing his food. “Honestly!” You just smirked at him and ate the third piece.

“Ok! Enough you two.” Lily pulled your attentions away as you sent both of you a knowing glare. “We have classes and we don’t want to be late.” She started up, grabbing her bag and throwing it over her shoulder.

“Ah, Lily Evans. Ever the timekeeper.” You joked as you stood as well, grabbing your bag and pulling Sirius out of his seat. “Up you go. If you’re late to class again, McGonagall will have your head.”

“Minnie wouldn’t dare.” He smirked as he joined you and the rest of your friends went as well, no one wanting to be late.

As much as you loved your classes, you were excited for the school day to be over so you could get back to the games. Meeting on the Quidditch Pitch gave you an idea of what Marlene had plan. Well, it let you know it was Quidditch related at the least. You were in the library reading up on Thestrals after yesterday’s adventure when it was time to head down, checking your watch to see you were running out of time. You groaned and shoved as much of your belongings into your pack, throwing it over your shoulder. You picked up the rest of the books and rushed out of the library.

You barely made it down the hall before hearing your name called behind you and you spun around slightly irritated, not wanting to talk to someone when you had to get going. Your face softened when you saw Sirius jogging to catch up to you. “Why am I not surprised you’re running late?” You asked as he walked next to you.

He gave you a grin, taking your books from your arms. “You’re one to talk.” He said as you agreed with him and opened up your bag, rearranging the books inside to fit the outliers in while you walked.

“Thanks Pads.” You said as Sirius took your bag from you and wore it over his. “Oh you don’t have to-“

“I’m carrying your bag. Get over it.” He smirked as you sighed, shaking your head at him. You didn’t argue with him, knowing he wasn’t going to give up. Sirius kept glancing at you while you walked together, enjoying the sun as you stepped outside. “How’s your mum?” Sirius asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

You smiled, thinking about your mother. “She’s getting better. Since my father…” your voice trailed off and Sirius regretted bringing it up. You bit your lip and your smile turned bittersweet as you took a deep breath. “Not having me there is kind of hard on her, but she’s strong.”

“Like her daughter?” He quipped, making you laugh.

“She uh, she keeps asking when you’re coming back around.” Sirius hid the blush on his face. All these years you’ve known each other and the rest of your friends, your mom was always adamant Sirius was her favorite. Sirius had spent most of the summer at yours, going between James place and it, but always making sure to spend more time with you. Your mother smothered Sirius, always treating him like her own son. Sirius would always assure you it was alright whenever you would get embarrassed.

“Ah. Still asking if we’re together yet?” He tried not to sound so awkward when Lily’s words filtered through his head again and he hoped you hadn’t caught on. Little did he know at that moment, what Lily had told you was pushing its way through your thoughts as well.

“Only every time she sends an owl.”

“So, every week?”

“Pretty much.” Your walk ended after that, having arrived at the Pitch.

“You’re late!” James shouted as he cupped his hands over his mouth, yelling at you and Sirius across the grass. You rolled your eyes and Sirius and you shared a look before jogging to the rest of your friends. “Oh I get it, you snuck away for a little-“ He wiggled his eyebrows for his statement as your eyes widened, looking to the ground as Sirius shoved James in embarrassment and you heard James cackle. “I’m joking! It’s a joke!” He cried out.

You looked up at Lily, seeing her hold her head in annoyance at James antics. She grabbed onto him, giving him the Lily Evans glare of death as James quickly stopped laughing, realizing he was in trouble. You looked away from your friends, seeing how the Quidditch Pitch looked. It looked to be a giant obstacle course, obstacles high in the air and some lower to the ground. You tapped Sirius’ arm, getting him to look at you before catching what he hadn’t noticed before either.

“Wow Marlene, you really went for it.” Sirius muttered, turning to the blonde who shrugged.

“Didn’t do it alone.” She pointed at Remus who stood off to the side with Peter who was feeling much better.

“She made us work!” Peter complained, crossing his arms. Remus patted his back, knowing how Peter was feeling you chuckled.

“Since Sirius and Y/N finally decided to show up, can we get started?” Lily sent you a wink.

Marlene agreed with Lily, beginning to explain today’s challenge. “We all know how to play Quidditch. Some of us more than others. But this is different! I call today’s challenge… Blind Team Quidditch!” No one cheered, instead a few sounds of confusion went around.

“Sorry. You said Blind Team Quidditch?” you tried clarifying, stressing each word in hopes it’d make more sense.

“That is correct my Thestral Queen.” She joked. She reached into her pocket, pulling out 2 blindfolds and holding them up. “The 4 of you left will be spilt into teams and one person will be blindfolded and the other will be the team’s eyes. The goal is to get through the obstacle course and if both teams make it through, then whoever does it faster wins. Understood?”

Sirius raised his hand. “How are the teams decided?” He glanced to you out of the corner of his eye, lucky you hadn’t caught him.

Marlene reached into her other pocket, pulling out 4 pieces of paper. “James, care to choose first?” James nodded, raising a brow as he picked one of the papers in his hands.

A smile appeared on his face as he turned it for the rest of you to see. “My Lilyflower.” Lily grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Sirius didn’t know whether to feel relieved or worried as he turned to you. “Guess that leaves me and you, Y/N.” He moved behind you and threw his arms around your shoulders.

James was blindfolded as Lily sat behind him on his broom, her hands on his shoulders as Marlene described the tasks. There were three of them positioned around the pitch. The first task was rather simple, 3 rings at various heights in which the unblindfolded directed the blindfolded through. Since James was wearing the covering, Lily was shouting commands at him. It took longer than they wanted, but they made it through without crashing.

The second task was slightly harder. There were several Quaffles someone charmed to float in the air and Lily was supposed to grab one. When she had it, she was to direct James into a position where she could throw the Quaffle at an apple floating in the air a ways away.

“Why’d you choose an apple?” Sirius asked Marlene, finding the item completely bizarre.

“It was the smallest thing we could find that still let you see it.” She admitted, turning to Peter and Remus who shrugged, finding no problem with the choice. It did work.

It took Lily several tries to hit the apple, James constantly teasing her when they had had to grab another Quaffle, but soon they finally made it and got to move on to the third task.

This task, although sounding simple, was the hardest. The goal was for the blind person to use the bat to hit the bludger through the goal hoop.

It was easier said than done.

After a few minutes of dodging the bludger and almost getting hit, the bludger struck the front of the broom, knocking both of them to the ground. As soon as your friends started falling you all ran over, checking them over.

“This is why we stay close to the ground.” Remus said and you all agreed, thankful they’d stayed low enough where if they fell, the worst thing they’d do was break a bone, something Madam Pomfrey could fix easily. James pulled off his blindfold, checking up on his girlfriend and groaning when Sirius helped him up and you pulled Lily off the ground.

“Well that was fun.” Lily giggled, wiping the grass off her clothes with a smile. Despite falling, she enjoyed her time with James in the air completing the challenge. “I guess that makes it your turn.” She told you as you swallowed, a little worry passing though your mind. Lily saw it, grabbing your hand and squeezing. “Don’t worry. It’s not as bad as it seems.

You smiled at her before turning to your game’s host. “No pressure, but in order to win you and Sirius have to complete the challenge in total. You know, get farther than James and Lily did.

“Right. Thanks Marls.” You took the blindfold from Marlene as she wished you luck. Sirius smirked as you came over to him. “Turn around.” You ordered him, using your finger to demonstrate.

Sirius obeyed and hopped on his broom and you moved the blindfold over his eyes. “You know this isn’t how I usually like to be blindfolded.” He whispered loud enough for you to hear. You felt your cheeks heat up as you tightened the tie, hearing Sirius snicker under his breath.

“I wish I had a blindfold for your mouth.” You mumbled into his ear as Sirius turned his head, despite not being able to see you.

“You mean a gag, love? Even better.”

“Sirius!”

“Stop flirting and get going!” Lily called out to you both as you pressed your forehead against Sirius. You climbed onto Sirius’ broom, your hands instantly going around his stomach as Sirius smiled at your touch. He, like you, wasn’t going to admit he really liked this feeling.

“Try not to kill us Y/L/N.” He joked as he started moving, making you grip him tighter and putting your head on his shoulder to peer in front of him. “This is feeling kind of familiar.”

“Yeah but this time you aren’t falling to your death.” Your voice was smooth in Sirius’ ear, causing him to smile as he enjoyed the feeling.

“The challenge is still young. You’re my eyes, got it?”

“Just listen to my voice Siri.” Sirius knew he wouldn’t have any trouble there, he’s been listening to your voice for years. “Pull up slightly and slow down.” You told him as Sirius listened and pulled up on the handle, waiting for your next instruction. “Okay, the first ring is just in front of you, head straight and when I tell you to pull up, go slow until I say stop. Sirius nodded, settling into the feeling of your arms around his waist as he flew straight for the ring. The moment you told him to, he pulled up before he was able to pass the second ring, and for the third ring he aimed the handle to the ground, relying on you to tell him when it was clear.

“That’s the first task!” you told him, and he felt your grip tighten for a hug he wished he could return. “Okay next task, knocking over the apples.”

“You better be a good thrower Y/N.” He laughed, hearing your laugh in his ear. His heartbeat sped up and he didn’t know what was happening or why it was happening at this particular moment.

You directed Sirius to where the floating Quaffles were as you reached out to grab one. “Got it!” you held the ball against you, adjusting your grip. “Okay, turn around completely, don’t move, and bend over.” Sirius smirked, turning his head slightly and you didn’t need him to say anything to know he was going to make a joke. “Pads, I swear if you say anything right now.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything!” You tried not to smile, but you couldn’t help it when Sirius was like this. He followed your direction, turning and stopping. You lined up your shot, taking a deep breath. Sirius could feel your nerves without needing to look. He removed one hand from the broom, using it to hold your wrapped around his waist. “You can do this, Y/N. Just take a deep breath and don’t miss.”

You laughed again, the sound bringing a smile to Sirius’ lips far faster than he’d wished. “Thanks Sirius.” You whispered and felt him thread his fingers with yours. You threw the Quaffle at the small apple Marlene decided to use and you thought you missed, but it wasn’t until you saw the apple fall to the ground before you realized you hadn’t. “First shot! That’s how it’s done Evans!” you pointed to your red headed friend who shook her head at you, watching you and Sirius have as much fun as she and James had. She still couldn’t believe neither of you would admit your feelings weren’t platonic.

Sirius cheered as he squeezed your hand, feeling elated as he spoke. “One more challenge, love. We’ve got this.” You nodded your head and he felt it against his shoulder as he pressed his head against yours, much like you had done yesterday on the Thestral. The third challenge was the hardest and that was proven when James and Lily both fell off the broom together as the bludger hit the front of their broom. You grabbed the bat and handed it to Sirius, loosing the contact of his hand and you hated the way your heart felt heavier. Like usual you directed Sirius to the next to challenge only this time you kept an eye out for the bludger. “Just remember Y/N, this time we don’t have anyone to catch us.”

“Thanks for the support Sirius.” You mumbled, slapping his chest. “Oh! I see it! Okay, when I say dive, do for 3 seconds then pull up. Got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am” he fakes salute you.

You waited until the Bludger was close enough. “Dive!” Sirius dove right away, both of you staring at the ground. “Up!” you shouted as you finished counting to 3, clearing the bludger. You watch the ball turn around, as Sirius straightened out. You were lined up almost perfectly with the goal hoop. “Siri, turn to your right just a little. When I tell you, swing the bat.”

“Okay, But Y/N? Hang on tight.” If this didn’t work out, Sirius wanted to make sure you were protected. He took a deep breath, turning until you said stop and waiting. He wasn’t sure how long he floated there for, but when you spoke in his ear to swing, he didn’t with no hesitation. His hand stung as the bat hit the Quaffle, sending the ball flying in the other direction, right into the goal hoop. You were silent, your mouth hung open and Sirius was terrified as he had no clue if you were alright. “Y/N?”

“You did it.” You breathed out and Sirius could feel your excitement increasing. “Sirius, you did it!” This time you cheered as Sirius felt you hug him. “We beat them!”

“We did it!” He joined and pressed against you, lowering you both to the ground. He jumped off first, ripping off his blindfold in the blink of an eye. Luckily, he did because not a moment later you threw yourself at him. Your arms went around his neck as Sirius wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you in the air as you both laughed happiness, not believing you actually beat the real couple.

It was amazing how you got lost in him. Just the feeling of having Sirius’ arms wrapped around you and his head burying itself between your hair and neck. Everyone was watching you, but you and Sirius didn’t even realize, too focused on each other to care and never wanting to separate from each other.

Lily didn’t know how much longer she could take watching you and Sirius. You’d been dancing around your feelings for years. You and Sirius deserved to be happy, together.

“I guess we have our winners.” Marlene broke your hug apart as Sirius put you down, goofy smiles adorning both of your faces. “Moving onto the final round are the only two people who have managed to win any rounds so far! Y/N and Sirius!” Hoots and hollers came from all of you, Sirius and you both excited as you turned to look at him.

It wasn’t until your eyes met before you both realized you’d be in the finales, against each other.

Your face fell, Sirius’ doing so as well. “Well then, I guess we’ll see who’s better.” You whispered as Sirius nodded and bit his lip.

“Yeah. I uh, I guess we will.” It was weird at least, you knew you were always competing against Sirius, but something about being his direct competition just felt absurd. Sirius was feeling the same way. “Wait, about the third person?” He motioned towards Lily and James. “I mean, one of them moves on, right?”

“Well, technically they both lost, so they’re both eliminated. That’s the rules.” Marlene explained, James and Lily reluctantly agreeing it was fair as they didn’t want to decide who was truly eliminated. Sirius and your spirits fell slightly as everyone started to clean up, pulling out their wands as the occasional spell is heard.

You stepped closer to Sirius, laying your head on his shoulder as you watched them. “It’s just a game, right? No matter who wins?”

Sirius furrowed his brows. “Of course. No matter what happens you’re still my best friend.”

Best Friend.

That shouldn’t have hurt so much, but after everything you’ve felt the last few days and your conversation with Lily. That hurt.

“Thanks for the help guys!” James yelled sarcastically over to you and Sirius as you pulled your head away, missing the way Sirius’ face fell.

“Sorry Prongs! Sorry everyone!” you told them as they started your way, heading to the Pitch exit behind you. You turned around to see Sirius stood in place his brows drawn so close together, it scared you. “Siri? Are you coming?”

“What?” He looked over his shoulder, his face turning back to normal. “Oh, yeah. Uh, you know, I’ll catch up.”

“You sure?” He was sure, telling you to go on ahead. He just needed a minute. He watched you leave before closing his eyes, trying to remember the feeling of your arms wrapped tight around him.

“You need to tell her.” His eyes snapped open to see Lily in front of him.

He sighed but it sounded more of a groan. “Let it go Evans.”

“Not until you admit it!”

“There’s nothing to admit! I don’t see her like that!”

“Fine! You don’t think you’re in love with her?” Sirius rolled his eyes, annoyed with Lily’s persistence that he felt something for you beside friendship. “Then tomorrow during whatever challenge Marlene comes up with, don’t flirt with her. In fact, go the whole day without flirting with her.”

“No problem.” Sirius cocked before thinking. The realization of what Lily was telling didn’t set in in time.

“Great. Then we’ll see who’s telling the truth and who’s too daft to see he’s in love!”

“Sounds great. Can’t wait.” Sirius watched the red head storm off, her brows drawn together as she pursed her lips with crossed arms. He stood alone on the Quidditch pitch, staring off to where Lily disappeared.

What did he just get himself into?

A/N: Did I forget to post this earlier? Yup. Please leave feedback because I thrive on it! Last chapter out tomorrow!

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abalonetea · 3 years

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Just Keep Breathing: Chapter One

I was partnered with @the-dot for the @originalfictionbigbang! Thank you for working with me, Dot!

Here is the first chapter! I’ve split the first 10k words between four chapters, and will be posting them all in a masterpost in just a moment!

Summary: It’s the height of storm season and everyone in Hi-Banks, Florida is getting ready for the bad weather. It should be a year like any other - but on the tails of a national pandemic, a new disaster strikes. More than one new disasters. So many disasters that Eddie Carver would like to put some of them back, thanks. He’s just a down on his luck guy living in the local trailer park with his boyfriend. He’s not interested in dealing with the revival of an old murder case - which he knows nothing about, thanks -, the storm season of the century, or…zombies?

Yeah. Absolutely not interested in the zombies.

This black-comedy follows the inner workings of a small town as they band together to survive, and the young man - reckless, mean, angry, written off b the big city folk come to look into a cold case - that might hold all of societies survival in his hands.

Forget about society. Eddie’s only interested in keeping his friends alive.

Chapter One – Hi Banks Florida

“ - increased reports of unprecedented aggression all across New York City. This is following in the wake of Mayor Alex Grand’s assault on his wife. These attacks have increased nearly ten fold in the wake of the recent vaccine’s release, prompting many to wonder if the vaccine was released too soon – should more tests have been done? Could this be a side effect of it? We have reached out to the head of the FDA, Doctor - “

The television goes to pure static, a hissing crackle of black and white fuzz. Eddie groans. “Seriously? I was watchin’ that!”

“Guess you ain’t watching it now,” says Carson, draping himself over the back of the couch. He curls an arm around Eddie’s chest, pinning him against the back of the couch. “You should be at work, anyway.”

“Penny don’t got work for me today.”

“Then you should be out working on the truck. I’m sick of walking to the docks.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. He shifts, leaning up and wrapping his own arms around Carson’s neck, tugging until his boyfriend is leaning down enough that Eddie can kiss him. “I can’t fix the truck ‘till we get a part mailed in. Penny let me use the work account.”

“Bullshit,” says Carson. “You just don’t want too.”

“It ain’t bullshit. It’s, uh, truth shit.”

“Wow.” Carson shakes off Eddie’s grip. “You worked hard on that one, huh? Whatever, don’t work on the truck. I’ve got actual work to get too.”

Eddie twists, pulling himself up so he can drape over the back of the couch. “Gonna rain today. Take an extra shirt.”

Carson says, “sure, I’ll put it in the truck so it stays dry. Oh, wait.”

And, okay, so Eddie kind of deserves that one. The truck hasn’t been running for almost a week now. This isn’t the first time that it’s stopped working. Carson bought it straight out of the local junkyard five years back, and it’s pretty much held together with duck tape – literally – and chewing gum – which might be the next step.

Eddie really is waiting on the part to come in.

The problem is that he sort of forgot to order it until yesterday.

Drooping, Eddie makes a disgruntled sound. “I’ll see if I can’t fudge it, okay? Just, I dunno, don’t get hit by lightning. The storm’s supposed to be nasty.”

“Great.” Carson shoves on one boot, then the other. “So we’re going to have no power tonight.”

“I’ll fill the tub.”

“Summer sucks ass.”

“Florida sucks ass,” corrects Eddie.

Carson thinks on it, then bobs his head in agreement. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go with that one.”

“You gonna be home for - “ The television bursts back into being with a crackle of too loud sound. Eddie swears.

The woman on TV reads off, “ - no official links between the two. Gerald Harbrinks has been arrested today for the most bizarre case of armed robbery the county has ever seen, in which he dropped his gun and instead chose to bite the cashier - “

Eddie mutes it. “Sorry. One’a these days we need to get actual cable.”

“Yeah, when toads fly,” says Carson. “You doing dinner?”

Eddie thinks about what they have in the pantry. Not much, but probably enough to throw at least half a meal together. He’s better at cooking and coming up with things than Carson is. “Yeah. You going to be back before dark?”

Carson shrugs. “How should I know? They never tell me anything. I might not even have to stay if it rains.”

“Babe, if it rains, they’re gonna make you stay out of spite, and you know it,” says Eddie, because the guy who runs the docks is kind of an ass.

Carson grunts. “Thanks for the reassurance.”

“No problem.” Eddie shuts the TV off all the way and finally pries himself up off of the couch. “So, dinner, unless we lose power. We’ll have to hit up Red’s. He’s got that grill or whatever.”

He sways his way over to his boyfriend, plasters himself against Carson’s front and schmoozes his way in for a kiss. Carson curls an arm around him for a moment, then makes a face. “Come on, man. I gotta at least get down there before the rain starts or I won’t make shit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” says Eddie. “Get outta here. Don’t get drowned or nothing.”

* * *

Hi Banks, Florida is the sort of place you’re born into, you slog through, and then you die in. And mostly, the people are okay with that. Why leave a good thing, right? Or maybe it’s more that the people born into Hi Banks just have a hard time getting together the chance to leave.

The trailer park is on the backside of town, filled up with old mobile homes and trailers parked up on cinder blocks. The paths between homes flood any time it rains and Eddie makes a point of sloshing his way through the puddles until the inside of his sneakers are soaked and his stained up jeans are covered in mud. Splash! Slosh! Splat!

The Calloway’s have added a new pick up truck to the collection of cars sitting out front. Eddie would bet it’s like the rest of their vehicles and the engine doesn’t actually roll over. Not that he can say too much on that front, considering his own truck.

If there’s any chance that he can trick the thing into running, he needs another quart of oil and – well, it is his fault that Carson’s going to have to walk home in the rain later, so Eddie figures he’ll pick up a box of swiss rolls while he’s out. Swiss rolls are Carson’s favorite.

Sweets in general are his favorite, but whatever.

So he sloshes his way through the trailer park and out onto the long, main road that cuts through the center of town. If you keep going long enough in one direction, it will take you to the highway. Keep going long enough in the other, you’ll hit the swamps.

There’s just the one commercially owned grocery store in the whole town. The parking lot is mostly empty, which isn’t a surprise considering it’s the middle of a Monday, and also about to cut loose. The wind’s started to pick up and everything, clouds dark and violent overhead. Eddie scurries into the shop, muttering a brief ‘hey’ to Annie Green when he passes her counter and heads towards the back.

Fitz is curled over the meat case muttering under his breath to himself, which is less unusual than it sounds. Eddie opts not to wave at him, and instead just goes for the cake aisle. It’s so picked over that it’s ridiculous. There aren’t any swiss rolls so he grabs the oatmeal cookies instead.

No doubt that the milk and bread aisles are already empty, to go with the alarmingly small amount of paper product. Up at the check out, he asks Anne, “you seen Roy come in yet today? He owes me ten bucks.”

“Nope.” The machine beeps when Anne scans the box of cookies. “Is Ftiz still back at the meat? I swear, he’s been in here for an hour.”

“Yeah. Maybe he’s stocking up on it.”

“Even Fitz isn’t stupid enough to stock up on meat right before we’re due for hurricane season.” Anne holds out her hand and Eddie fishes a crumpled five from his back pocket to pass over. “You talk to him?”

“Nope.”

Anne heaves out a sigh. “Great. Guess I can walk back and deal with it. If he’s drunk - “

“If he’s drunk, call his wife. She’ll have his ass for drinking that much this early in the day.”

Anne snorts. “Yeah, she will.”

Eddie shifts from one foot to the next, peering out the glass front doors. It’s still raining hard outside. “You think this is gonna light up any time soon?”

“Supposed to rain all evening. I’m surprised that they haven’t canceled work at the docks,” says Anne.

“Ugh. Great. Just, double bag them, I guess. I have to walk back in this.”

Anne doubles the bag and Eddie steps back out into the deluge. He’s soaked in a matter of minutes.

* * *

“Fucking Hell!” Eddie shakes himself off as he steps into the trailer. He fumbles around in the dark for the first few minutes, stripping out of his sodden clothes and down to his equally sodden boxers. Still swearing, he drops the bag of soaked oatmeal cookies onto the counter and flips on the light switch for the kitchen.

Nothing happens.

Eddie swears louder.

There’s the sound of something shuffling about from the bedroom. Eddie grabs the natty tea towel off the front of the stove handle and uses it to wipe off his face. “That you, babe?”

No answer. The shuffling sound gets closer. Eddie rolls his eyes and attempts to pat himself dry with the hand towel. It has a mixed amount of success in actually accomplishing anything.

“I got you cookies. They should be dry. Cause of the plastic and stuff?”

Still no answer. Eddie mutters under his breath. Fine, he’ll just have the cookies himself.

He pops open the plastic wrapper and pulls out a handful of them, carrying them over to the couch – where he finds Carson stretched out, massive headphones in, and a blanket pulled down over him.

“What the Hell, man.” Eddie kicks the couch base. “Move your legs.”

Carson grumbles and slides his headphones out. “When did you get back?”

“Like, five minutes ago. I went to get you cakes, but they didn’t have none.” He passes Carson a cookie instead. “You could’ve said something when you came out of the bedroom.”

Carson squints at him. “What are you talking about?”

Something in the bedroom is knocked over. CRASH. Eddie jerks, spinning around and squinting into the dark of the trailer. “So, uh, that’s not you.”

“Of course it ain’t me,” says Carson. He shoves the blanket onto the back of the couch, swings his legs over the cushions, and leverages himself up. There’s a bat by the front door. Eddie grabs it and passes it to Carson, because he’s tiny and Carson’s not.

“Chicken,” mutters Carson, but he doesn’t look thrilled to have to go deal with this. “We got that flashlight in the kitchen?”

“Batteries are dead,” says Eddie.

“Great. Storm season, and we’ve got bad batteries.”

“Pretty sure that’s not a hurricane breaking stuff in our bedroom, babe.”

Carson shoots Eddie an unimpressed look. “No duh.”

They make their way to the little off shooting bedroom, Eddie tucked close to Carson’s back. It’s at least still early enough in the evening that wane, yellow light creeps in through the nearby window. Carson presses a hand to the door, pulls in a deep breath, and shoves it open.

What happens next happens fast: there’s motion from the over turned bedside table. Carson swings with the bat, effectively smashing their lamp to pieces. The neighbor’s fat, orange tabby cat gives an indignant hiss and jumps onto the bed, then out through the nearby busted window. There’s glass all over everything, from the lamp and the window, and rain has blown in from the storm soaking the bed and the table in equal parts. The carpet nearby squishes loudly when Carson takes a step.

“Oh,” says Eddie. “Window’s broke.”

Carson drops the bat onto the ground. “That’s it. We’re going to Red’s.”

#wip jkb #my writing #zombies #original fiction big bang #writeblr

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dippinginthe4door · 3 years

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Undead Unhinged Song Backstories - Hear Me Now (unplugged version)

[on set]

Johnny 3 Tears: “Hear Me Now” is one of those songs I think, for all of us, when we wrote it – we were in New York actually, recording with these producers, uhm, it was a source – a big source of frustration. We were all pretty – I think when you're young, you know, you think life's gonna get easier, and when you realize it doesn't, I think that's something everybody has to cope with at some point. So I think it was us kind of reaching out, uhm, from a position of – of negativity or a place that maybe would be considered dark. But I think we were reaching towards that light, saying can – you know – “can anybody out there hear me,” and, uhm, I think every – every artist and every person thinks these things at one point or another, but I think “Hear Me Now” is really uplifting 'cause the message of the song is kind of no matter how dark it gets, or how bad it gets, there's, uh, always other people feeling and, uh, feeling those exact same things you are at that moment and, you know, uh, some unity, we're not, you know, alone.

Funny Man: Oh wow.

Danny: Shooting that video was incredible, man, it was crazy. They had the whole, like, Sunset Boulevard, uh, blocked off. There was, like, cops escorting us through, and we were on this huge trailer, and it was – it was like

Johnny 3 Tears: It was like a float

Funny Man: Was it Andy Milonakis following us in some convertible?

Johnny 3 Tears: Yeah, yeah

J-Dog: It was also a sh-

Johnny 3 Tears: That was – that was when they had, like, you know, the budgets were half a million dollars for music videos. That was – that was so fun.

J-Dog: It was also a shitshow, like, it was pouring rain. The second the float pulled out, like, a tree knocked out all the electricity on the float. We sat in the rain for an hour, we got – they're like “you can't drink on set!” and we were like “fuck you,” and we just had, like, bottles of alcohol the whole time.

Johnny 3 Tears: And then the video – so the dude Jonas Åkerlund, who did it, who's a really, really talented dude, he was really upset with the video. So he told the label, uhm, you know, “it didn't go the way we wanted” – the video turned out good anyway. But the label blamed it on our alcoholism that the video didn't go well.

J-Dog: Didn't he say it was the worst video he ever directed?

[Everyone agrees, some inaudible mumbling]

Johnny 3 Tears: I'm not even – after the camera stopped, he literally, in front of us, went “that was the worst video I've ever made.”

J-Dog: I think on [interruption through laughter] I think on Fuse

Johnny 3 Tears: It was like

Danny: It was pouring rain though, all night

J-Dog: It was popular somewhere

Johnny 3 Tears: Yeah, I – I still had fun.

Charlie Scene: In Canada it was popular.

Johnny 3 Tears: Yeah. Canada. Number one hit.

Charlie Scene: Yeah, in [inaudible]

Johnny 3 Tears: I think it was just one territory of Canada, like Montréal or Québec

J-Dog: Nah, it was Moose Jaw.

Johnny 3 Tears: Oh, okay, yeah.

[from the pre-show video]

[off set]

J-Dog: “Hear Me Now”, we recorded most of that in New York, the Chelsea area. That was a lot of fun. I remember, like, going to the local liquor store and drinking bottles of wine, like five a day. The liquor store dude, like, became to know us, he was like “ey, my guys!” Like, “look – move that shelf to the side, there's cheaper wine back there, my friend!” And we just, like, I don't even – I for – flew out there, drunk, I think I didn't pack a toothbrush, my lips were just, like, purple. Like, I just looked like Grimace from McDonald's, like, I was just purple everywhere from drinking so much wine out of the bottle. That was a fun one. And then we came back, and I recorded all the verse vocals in my apartment in Hollywood. Uhm, I know I did mine, I don't know if I did Johnny's, but my neighbor came over to complain like “someone's in your house, just like, your apartment, just yelling the same thing over and over. Like, I don't know who that is.” I was just like “ah, that's the guy upstairs. He drives me crazy.” But we were recording, like, vocals, and obviously doing multiple takes. I was like “yeah, that's Reggie upstairs, man, he does that. It's weird.”

Charlie Scene: “Hear Me Now” was one that we worked on, I remember, in New York. We flew to New York to work with S*A*M and Sluggo, and, yeah. We wrote like five son – four songs, I think, on that trip, “Hear Me Now” was one of them. Very cool song. I remember we had to change it 'cause it sounded too much like Kelly Clarkson – she had a song out that was very similar, I don't listen to much, uh, Kelly Clarkson.

Danny: “Hear Me Now”, that was – that was a really cool song that we recorded for the album “American Tragedy”. That one means a lot to me just because “American Tragedy” was the first album that I got to record with the band, and really start working with the band. And we went out to New York City, to work with a couple of different producers out there, S*A*M and Sluggo. And, uhm, we started working on a couple of different songs, and “Hear Me Now” was one of them, and that's when I really started to realize that all the guys in the band were such talented, uhm, songwriters and lyricists, and, uh, it was just a rally cool experience to be in New York City. You know, you're taking a break from the studio, you walk out, and you're on this, like, scaffolding on this building, in the middle of New York City. Pretty fucking cool, you know.

And, uh, “Hear Me Now” is just, uh, one of those songs that everybody – everybody wants to be heard. Everybody wants to be acknowledged, and I think that, to me, that's what “Hear Me Now” is tryna say. I think we were pulling from personal experiences of what we've all been through, where you just wanna be heard sometimes.

Johnny 3 Tears: “Hear Me Now”, I think, is – it's a song – it's funny 'cause, you know, you don't think about these songs 'cause you play them all the time. But you don't think about them. I haven't thought about this song in a decade. So, it's like, it's a trip even digging through those memories of when we wrote it, but - and it's funny, you play it every night mindlessly, not really realizing what you're even saying eventually.

Uhm, but it's a song about, uh, desperation. I've always thought about this, and on this subject matter, if people said what they thought about, most people would think you're probably fucking nuts. 'Cause if you went around, you know – it's almost unacceptable to be weak. It's almost unacceptable to show that, uh, you, you have some cracks, or some chinks in your armor, and “Hear Me Now” is about that because it's -it's funny in music you can say anything to anybody, and everybody just considers it music. It's art. But if you actually just said it, without a musical backdrop, they'd think you're fucking nuts, or you – you have something - “oh, I gotta get away from this guy, he's fucking crazy.” But you put up with some guitar and all of a sudden you're a genius, it's fucking bizarre. “Hear Me Now” is exactly what we're thinking, with some music behind it. Uhm, and it's crazy to me. And you wonder why people go batshit crazy out of the blue – they didn't go batshit crazy out of the blue. They were always fucking crazy 'cause they couldn't tell anybody.

So, “Hear Me Now” is that moment of desperation where you just gotta yell it at the top of your lungs that “I'm no good. I'm not good, this isn't good, and something's gotta change.”

Undead Unhinged Song Backstories - Masterlist

#hollywood undead #unhinged #johnny 3 tears #charlie scene #funny man #j-dog #danny murillo #hear me now

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mangomochi-yn · 4 years

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unexpected lovers [simple, really]

shiratorizawa. ushijima wakatoshi x reader

g. the softest fluff, im weak

tw. just mad ushi lovin wc. 1.7k (holy das a lot..)

everything you do, i don’t know how, strikes a chord within me

on Wakatoshi

this one

this one is well known for having basically one (1) constant thoughts only really

and that is— volleyball

(maybe some farming and the necessary school work every now and then)

but everyone knew not to expect more than that from him

except Ushijima really is still human, isn’t he?

on the rare moments he thinks of the future and is not ridden with being a pro volleyball player, he does think about one thing that go hand in hand with a nice farm

a family

and this happens once in a blue moon for him

literally twice a year at most

((once was when he sees a lovely sister and baby brother walk up to their parents during a small hanabi festival Tendou took him to, the scene of them all in yukatas gleaming at each other hit a chord in him for just a split second))

no it wasn't the confessions he would receive by the girls in his school, none of those fazed him

instead—for the second time that year—it was when he went to their school’s annual art exhibition with the rest of the vbc

((cause you KNOW that school is fancy enough to have a grand one))

he mainly went because they had to give up the gym early for art clubs to set up their works there too

but once he sees the all kinds of works lining the halls of the gym and 1st & 2nd floors of their school he would be lying if he said wasn’t astonished

it was his first time to attend one of his school’s annual art exhibition (despite being a third year)

((Tendou told him that this year’s was held shorter so he might be able to use the gym after they clean up))

(Semi scolds the red head for lying to him later)

but as they see how Ushijima’s gaze gleams just a little bit brighter that afternoon—they deemed the lie worth it

at least their captain might have one beautiful memory of highschool that wasn’t the sport he was so dedicated to

the various paintings, sculptures, photography, and many more works kept catching his eyes in amazement— just like a shy kid brought to a candy store

but it was deemed even more worth it once they pass by this table— a little bit smaller than the others— stationed in the second floor

in front of the classroom at the very end of the hall, furthest from the stairway

there was a table filled with the randomest objects painted with different kinds of oil and water based paints

a pillow, glass cups, a broom and even a stop sign were colored vibrantly in display

while tendou and reon laugh at the painted broom, shirabu and semi stare at the stop sign, discussing about how it should have been illegal to take the government’s property off the streets

they were all loudly throwing comments and compliments at the bizarre trinkets but ushijima was the one silent— unwavering gaze at one object he was all too familiar with

“May I hold that one?”

the rest of the boys’ eyes finally snapped to the ace’s direction and all simultaneously their eyes widen comically, amazed by the object

“Holy crap how did they think of painting that?” Yamagata exclaims while Tendou was freaking out

“Wow... that is so cool.” Goshiki’s eyes sparkled as Semi and Shirabu nod in agreement

their captain was the quietest—and although that was common—even they could see how his eyes had a stunned look to it as he held the object in hand

a single painted volleyball

painted with all four seasons of the year angled in a way the colors lined with the ball’s stitching

in each patch were small silhouettes of people too— one was a lone man, then a couple playing walking hand in hand, a family of four by a swing set, then a couple again but with hunched backs and older looking statures this time

and at the last patch—a small pair of gravestones, with the wind blowing leaves on them

Ushijima hadn’t even noticed he was holding his breath as he gazed at each vibrant season

he only blinked again as Tendou rips the ball out of his grasp, fawning over it with the rest of the team

this was the second blue moon for him

the second time thoughts of love and family run across his head—and this time it wasn’t for a split second

his unexpected lover was a piece of art

—a piece of art that made something he held everyday seem so unfamiliar yet familiarly beautiful

as he scans the rest of the works laid on the table he finally notices the similar themes for each one of them too

the glass cups had wedding rings and white flowers painted delicately

the stop sign had two hands clasping on a car’s armrest, driving in a road at the side of a mountain

the pillow was painted like an ultrasound albeit having starking colors unlike the typical black and white—a vague silhouette of a baby was airily painted on it

and the broom

it was the simplest of them all

the broom had different sized hands plastered on it— one gruff and large, two pairs of dainty slim ones with one pair smaller, and the smallest one chubby and stout like a toddler’s

it reminded him of the family he saw on the hanabi festival he went to

and it was so fascinating

—how those few artworks had his heart beating a different pace and made his ears seem to hear clearer, more openly

he fell in love with them

and he couldn’t help but think of the person behind them as well— wanting to thank them for giving him this foreign but warm feeling

“Oh? You’re Ushijima-san from the volleyball club, right?”

a jolly voice snaps him out of his thoughts

matching the voice was you— with some paint stains on your face and a dirty apron tied to your front

you glanced around with a wide smile and see the rest of the vbc, making your smile even brighter

“Oh you guys are all here!”

the boys shift their attention to you as you drop your messy palette and brush on the chair behind you, bowing slightly as you tuck a hair behind your ear

“Ahh.. I see you guys saw what I stole from you.”

you point towards the volleyball

Ushijima’s eyes stuck to it again

“I’m really sorry for stealing it! One of my assignments was to paint on a round object and the basketball was too rough while the baseball was too small!”

you clasp your hands for forgiveness and in the back of his head Ushijima was fascinated by how your personality seemed to match the vibrant paintings so perfectly

it was as if you were one of the paintings as well— he thought

“I just borrowed it really! You can definitely take it back and I’ll wash it if you’d like.”

the thought of washing away the masterpiece on the ball made Ushijima’s brows furrow

(although he never liked when the volleyballs they used were dirty, it irked him to even think of washing the one Semi was holding)

“What?! Definitely not, it’d be such a waste!” Tendou conveys the club’s mutual thoughts, all of them nodding along

“And we have a whole cart of volleyballs to practice with yknow? You keeping this one wouldn’t hurt.”

“Here.” Semi shoves the ball back to your chest

((and secretly it displeases Ushijima how roughly the ball was handled))

“Eh? But really I didn’t even ask you guys first if I could have one before taking it...” —Tendou only shakes his head defiantly with his hands on his hips, not willing to take back the volleyball in your hands

“Really, you should keep it.. umm Painter-san. We could never take your artwork away from you.”—Goshiki says barely above a whisper

and although you’re in awe at the club’s thoughtfulness, the guilt was still gnawing in the back of your head— wanting to give the volleyball to its rightful owner

so you glance and notice how their tall captain was silent— eyes staring straight into the volleyball in your arms and an idea pops in your head

“Ushijima-san, would you like to keep it? Think of it as a makeshift trophy of sorts, by your guys’ new biggest fan, Y/N.”

and his eyes snap up to yours, scanning to see if there was any trace of hesitation in them

the answer was clear as day to the rest of his teammates really

ever since you held the volleyball, their captain’s gaze hasn’t torn away from it

again like a shy child, this time staring a the last piece of candy— waiting for the okay to have it

“Yes, I would love to keep it.”

immediately his large hands carefully reach out for it

—a soft smile mirroring your large and bright one as you hand it to him

“I’ll be sure to keep it in my trophy case...” he lingers for a little bit before continuing his sentence

“And if you could please teach me how to properly care for and clean it? I would appreciate it very much.”

your eyes bug out as Tendou snickers uncontrollably at the side

“ushijima you sly dog” he says under his breath

all you could think of was how blunt the captain was, a deep blush stark on your cheeks

“Umm, yeah definitely! I can show you um.. when?”

“Tomorrow after practice would be the best if you are available.”

“For sure, Ushijima-san! I can wait by the gym after class.”

in your head you were thinking— the volleyball was varnished just a wipedown with a wet rag would be enough to keep it really

but as you stare the larger man in front of gaze gingerly at the volleyball, as if it was made of glass—

maybe he didn’t need to know that fact right away…, you decided

“Okay.” the same warm feeling floods through as he caresses each patch, longingly lingering at each silhouette

—after that it wasn’t just in a blue moon would Ushijima have those thoughts he never gave attention to before

as often as he saw you and your paintings he would think of thoughts like love and family

and sometimes—he noticed— he saw you in them with it

bonus— but thoughts are just thoughts really, would Ushijima ever actually act on them?

a/n. when i say ushijima is the loml i mean USHIJIMA👏 IS THE LOVE 💖❤️💕 OF MY LIFE 🗣

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi imagines #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons

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revisionaryhistory · 4 years

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Three Days ~ 15

~*~Emma*~*

Sebastian was totally asleep before me.

The movie couldn't have been at the five minute mark when he was out. I remember him saying his mom had him up early moving boxes and we were out very late the night before. I wasn't offended. He was tired. Besides, I liked curling up against him and letting myself drift off.

Once I fell asleep I didn't wake up until morning. I'd fallen asleep curled up next to him and awakened draped over him. I lay there enjoying the feel of him for several minutes before my bladder insisted I get up. If he wouldn't have woken by the time coffee was ready I would have woke him. It made me smile to watch him stretching. He came over to the breakfast bar rubbing his face and looking like a rumbled little boy.

Sebastian took the cup I offered and I walked around the breakfast bar to sit beside him. He took a sip and looked over, "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you."

I smiled, "Don't think another thing about it."

He laughed, "Ok, that is the most Southern thing you've said. Pretty sure I heard your accent kick in too."

"I always have an accent." I'd never had a heavy southern accent and years in New York had lessened the slight residual twang.

Sebastian bobbled his head side to side, "Yeah, so do I. Sometimes more than others. I’ve been in Atlanta enough to know what to listen for. I've been waiting. I love southern accents."

I smirked as I brought the cup to my lips, "You'll have to get me drunk."

He snorted a laugh, "Gladly. What's the rest of your weekend look like?"

"Sundays my rest day." I went on with the question which had been lingering in my mind. "When are you heading back home?"

"My place or mom's?"

"I meant your place." He already knew this. He was playing with me. Good.

Sebastian turned the stool to face me, lacing his fingers in front of him. "I was supposed to be on a train now. I changed my plans yesterday. See, I met this woman I wanted to get to know better" He grinned sheepishly, "and felt guilty for bailing on helping my parents. So sometime tomorrow?" He leaned back to pull out his phone, "I think for the second day in a row my mom's texts have woke me up."

I grimaced with a chuckle, "Are you in trouble for staying out all night without calling home?"

"I’m sixteen all over again." He went into his messaging app and scrolled down a little. He took turns looking at his phone then me, telling me what the text said. "Asking what time I’d be home this morning. Twice. Admonishing me for staying gone all day. And night. Long one about her understanding I wanted to see you, but I was here to help and leaving this morning." He looked confused and scrolled further back, "I know I sent her my change of plans.” He tapped the screen when he found the text. He spoke out loud as he typed, "I'll be home soon. Check earlier texts. Not leaving yet. Today is yours. Love you." He set his phone on the counter.

"Sorry I got you in trouble."

"There's been a lot of apologizing for an innocent night sleeping on a couch." We both laughed. Even harder when his phone buzzed with a text. He looked down, "She's sorry she missed the text and I should bring you with me."

"Helping out is the least I can do." I spoke before thinking, "I understand if you don't want that."

"Wouldn't have said it out loud if I wasn't good."

I was feeling self-conscious. I hadn't invited myself, but it felt kinda like I had. Going to his parents to help move was a weird thing to do. But hell, what hadn't been weird. Nine-hour date, yoga class, line dancing, and falling asleep. All with no kissing. On second thought, helping move his parents into their house fit perfectly with the last two days.

"I need, like seven minutes."

He smiled, "I'll have another cup of coffee."

I ran upstairs to take the world's fastest shower, wash my face, brush my teeth, and change clothes. I put on shorts and t-shirt before pulling my hair into a ponytail. I skipped down the stairs, "Ready."

Sebastian looked at me then his phone, "Wow, that was under seven."

We met behind the chair. I rubbed his bicep, "Didn't want to get you in more trouble."

"Worth it." He took a step closer and wrapped his arms around me in a soft hug. Close to my ear he said, "You smell amazing. What do you wear?"

"Prada Candy.” His breath against my ear was almost more than I could manage. His beard scraped my shoulder near my neck and I felt a shiver.

Sebastian must have noticed. He pulled me in tight again, just long enough for me to memorize how pressed against him felt. The hard wall of his chest, tightness of his stomach, and the strength in his arms.

He groaned, "We better go." He moved away, grabbing my hand as we headed out the door. In the car he unlocked his phone and handed it to me. "Text mom we're on our way."

I snickered a little when I took the phone. A few seconds after I hit send it vibrated with a response.

Mom ~ Is Emma coming with you?

Seb ~ Yes. This is Emma. He's driving.

Mom ~ Wonderful. Have you eaten?

Seb ~ No. Do you want us to pick up something? I know a great bakery.

Mom ~ That would be great. Thank you. Looking forward to meeting you.

Seb ~ You too

I looked up from his phone to see where we were. "We need to take a right at the next light. I offered to pick up breakfast."

Sebastian shook his head with a smile, "Oh... she's going to like you."

"I'm very parent friendly. Although, I've never done the parent thing on day three."

"Me either. First time for everything."

Today was starting out as unique as the last two days. I didn't mind. It was exciting and calm all in one. Exciting because I didn't know what was coming next. Calm because I didn't care. Being with him felt very natural. It reminds me of when I met my best friend, Angie, Eli's wife. We never did small talk. We just clicked and started having these real conversations and joking around like we'd known each other for years. We didn't dump all our secrets, like Sebastian and I hadn't, and there were still those apprehensive moments, but we felt safe enough to just talk.

I feel that safety with Sebastian. The 'does he like me' feeling seemed to be all about the failed first date kiss. It wasn't there at the restaurant and was gone at the gym. Several times I've felt something was surreal. Most recently texting his mother. Bizarre, yet somehow perfectly normal.

What is bizarre and not normal is the continued lack of kissing. Unless I'm reading things really really wrong it doesn't make sense. I'm taking breakfast to his parents’ house after he spent the night sleeping with me on the couch, for fuck’s sake. Then there's the interesting bit about him delaying going home for two days. I don't feel comfortable initiating a kiss. Too many questions about what went wrong the first time. Not a fear of rejection, but a fear he backed off for a reason. If that's some sort of boundary for him, I have no right to push. I do have the right to ask though.

We arrived at his parents’ house with an obscene amount of breakfast baked goods. Mini quiches, muffins, pastries, and bagels. I had to smack his hands to keep him out of the box. This is becoming a thing with us. I’d smacked his hands at the festival too. I can think of a list of things he could do that would not result in my smacking his hands away. Probably not the best thoughts to have as we're pulling in the driveway.

Sebastian was to my side of the SUV before I could get out. He took the box and my hand before heading to the side door. "Mom's Georgeta. Step Dad is Anthony."

I looked horrified, "I can’t use their first names."

Sebastian smiled, "I dare you to try anything else."

He let go of my hand to open the door, holding the box above his head to allow me to pass. "We're here."

A voice came back, "Kitchen, Sebastian."

He took my hand again and lead the way. His parents were sitting at a table in a sunny breakfast area that over looked the deck and pool. The view looked incredible and I wanted to spend some time out there today.

When they saw me behind him they stood and came over to greet me. His mom reached me first, "Emma, so nice to meet you. I'm Georgeta and this is Anthony."

Sebastian said something in what I assumed was Romanian. Georgeta patted my hand, "Of course you should call us by our first names."

I narrowed my eyes at Sebastian and waited while he and his mother had a chat. I looked at Anthony, "Do you speak Romanian?"

His smile was friendly and reached his brown eyes, "Just enough."

Sebastian had put the box on the table and came back to me, "I was explaining you're from the south where things are proper."

I nodded, "When I first came to New York a server got angry with me for using ma'am and thanking her."

Georgeta looked at me, "If you'd rather.."

I interrupted by shaking my head, "No, it’s whatever you’re comfortable with."

"Georgeta it is." She said something to Sebastian that made him smile.

He leaned in and whispered, "She said you're very sweet." He started to move away, but reversed to hug me. He whispered in my ear, "I think so too." He held on a few seconds longer before letting me go and moving to the table.

I had to stifle a groan and get my shit together fast. I'm having breakfast with the parents, but shit, today is apparently hugging day and his voice went straight to my spine and sent a shock out in every direction.

Thankfully my breakfast contribution was a big hit. Sebastian nodded toward me, "Emma knew the house when I told her where it was."

His mother looked at him then me.

"It's been empty for a long time. The family that lived here had inherited it from their grandparents. When their daughter got married she moved to Colorado or Arizona. I can’t recall which. The parents followed when the grand babies were born. Took awhile for them to decide to sell. The community was happy there’s be new people to love it."

Anthony spoke up, "The agent told us the house had been well loved." He put his hand on his wife's arm, "And now it's littered with boxes."

Sebastian clapped his hands together, "We're all yours. What do want us to do?"

I jumped in, "I’m a great organizer."

Georgeta showed me the guest bathroom and linen closet while she sent Sebastian for boxes. She was going to work on the guest bedroom across the hall. If I had any questions she'd be right there.

She waved her hand around the bathroom, "I'm not fussy."

Sebastian walked up with a stack of boxes, "Mom just wants things out of boxes and put away."

I understood too well. I moved from the city to an apartment to my condo in under a year. "You never know where things go until you've used the space for a while."

His mom nodded, "Exactly."

"There's about four more. I'll be back."

By the time Sebastian had brought all the boxes I was sitting on the floor putting things under the sink. He squatted down next to me and brushed a lock of hair behind me ear, "You ok with this?"

"Sure." His mom said something in Romanian that made him roll his eyes. "What did she say?"

"Something about work before play."

I laughed, "Better get to it before you get grounded."

He cringed, "Yeah, that would be bad." He put his hand on my head and pushed himself up. "See you in a bit."

I really was good at organizing. There's not a lot of storage in a classroom, but there's a lot of things to store. When I finished in the bathroom I went across the hall. "I’m about to start on the linen closet. Anything I can help you with?"

"Help making the bed would be nice."

I went to the far side of the room where the bed linens were stacked. I found the mattress pad and started shaking it out over the bed. "Sebastian said you teach music. Are you going to offer lessons here?"

"Mmm, probably. I was thinking to retire, but I know I' II start to miss teaching. You understand."

Onto the fitted sheet, "I love summer break, but I start to crave the structure and want to get to know my new kids. My parents wanted us, my sister and I, to take piano lessons. I wanted to play volleyball."

"It's never too late. Are you musical at all?"

I nodded, "I can play guitar. Had lessons every day for over a year. At least an hour of practice on top of that."

"Were you playing volley all too?"

"Yes. It was my senior year. I had volleyball practice after school. Homework before dinner and then guitar lessons and practice. Playing was my zen, how I relaxed. I know this is weird, but I liked struggling with a new chord or a new part of a song. I needed to learn to push through the frustration to get to success."

Georgeta laughed, "You'd be a good student. I like ones who got angry instead of defeated. They push until they beat what was in their way."

We finished with the duvet and pillows. She lifted a frame off a dresser and handed it to me. The frame was a beautiful blue scroll work. It took a moment for me to focus on the picture, "Is that Sebastian?" She nodded. "He’s so little and the water is gorgeous." Sebastian couldn’t have been older than three.

"The sea wasn't so far from our apartment. His grandparents would take him there for some fresh air and to play. No one had much then. I think Sebastian is in his head so much because he grew up trying to anticipate what was coming next. Even a child can feel the chaos and despair."

"He hasn’t talked much about then. I haven't really seen the overthinking."

"He's worked hard to let the waves roll over him. I'm proud of him. You'll meet the stuck in his head overthinking soon enough."

"With any luck." My eyes went wide when I realized what I'd said.

She laughed, "I hope you're both lucky."

I looked toward the door, "I'm going to start on the linen closet."

"Thank you for your help. I'll head to the kitchen."

Filling up a linen closet is a lot like Tetris. Only without the time element and you can move the pieces. I was stretching up to put tablecloths on the top shelf when Sebastian snuck up on me. I felt a hand on my back and a voice say," Hey."

I jumped and screamed, "Shit!" The table clothes rained down on our heads.

"Oh shit, I’m sorry."

He would have been more believable had he not been laughing.

I spun around and found myself in his arms. He put a hand on my head and held it to his chest. "I didn't mean to scare you." His chest shook with suppressed laughter.

I held onto his back. His muscles were stretched with his arms around me. I slid my hands down either side of his spine and let them rest on the sides of his hips. It was that or grab his ass. I was so very tempted. "I startle easy."

Sebastian snickered, "I can tell." He took a step back, taking my hands, "I wondered if you needed some help."

I looked at the scattered fabric at our feet, "I do now."

He gritted his teeth and shook his head, "I suck at folding."

I bent down to pick up one, "I'll fold you put up."

"I can do that."

After giving him the first one I paused to watch him stretch. The muscle definition in his arms and torso was fascinating. The second time I put my hand on the back of his shoulder to feel the movement. Sebastian didn't seem to mind. The last one I put my hand on his shoulder and walked past, dragging my hand diagonally to trail off his waist. His stomach jumped a little with the slight contact. I drifted toward the guest room, "Your mom showed me a picture of you."

"How embarrassed should I be?"

"Not at all you're playing on the beach. She said it wasn't far from your apartment." I led him to the picture.

He picked it up and stared at it a long time. I was afraid this was a mistake, but his mouth started to turn up in a smile and his blue eyes twinkled. "This was a good day."

"You were awfully young. What do you remember?"

"Not much. I don't remember what was going on. Just that we went to the sea. It was warm and sunny. I remember it being a happy day."

“It's beautiful."

He nodded, "The beach always felt like a different word. In Constanta everything was controlled. Curfew, food we were allowed, heat and electricity were all controlled by the government. We never knew what we would have from day to day. At the beach it was the same not knowing what you were gonna get, but it wasn't a regime dictating. It was the phase of moon. It was natural. I was happiest watching the water, it turned to a love of tides and the moon, and then I became a space nerd." He pointed at the picture and looked at me, "This was a good day, a beginning.”

"Thanks for sharing it with me."

He nodded with a sweet soft smile. “Besides seeing if you needed help I was coming to get you. Mom wants organization help in the kitchen."

"What are you doing?"

"Moving boxes to the kitchen and helping dad with the family room."

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

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235. Sonic the Hedgehog #167

Mobius 25 Years Later (Part Two): Tempus Aeternus

Writer: Ian Flynn Pencils: Tracy Yardley Colors: Jason Jensen

Lien-Da is incredibly happy with herself on this fine evening, sipping a glass of wine and bragging about how she and King Shadow orchestrated the arrests of Tails, Lara-Su and Sonic, and how as a result she's had a hand in "bringing down the line of Edmund." Rutan watches silently from the nearby stairs, looking conflicted and upset, while Dimitri (still confined to being a head in a bubble) coldly remarks at how ashamed he is to be related to her due to her behavior, even more ashamed than when he in the past worked with Dr. Finitevus. Wait, what?! That hasn't happened yet! A hint of what is to come in the main comic, perhaps…? After all, though Lien-Da implied that Dimitri was dead during the Return to Angel Island arc, we know he can't actually be if he appears in this future. In the dungeons beneath the castle, Sonic, Tails, and Lara-Su have been chained up next to a despondent Rotor. He is frustrated that the three of them don't seem to be taking their position seriously, as the first two mostly joke around about this "bringing back memories" while Lara-Su complains that Rutan will make fun of her for all this. At that moment, Knuckles walks in, looking very stern.

What, did you think Knuckles was gonna be the villain of this piece? Nah, he has way too heroic of a spirit to end up like that! (I mean, so does Shadow, but we already saw how that's being ignored in this arc, so.) Apparently, he was even counting on Lara-Su to overhear his conversation with Tails, precisely so that she would rebel and allow him to set up a coup like this without Shadow realizing that his head enforcer wasn't loyal. Tails says that he'll hack the castle's security systems to allow the others to get a clear path to the throne room, and Knuckles says he'll keep Queen Sally safe while Sonic battles Shadow. Lara-Su wants to come along, but Knuckles convinces her that now the best way for her to help is to get the injured Rotor to a hospital, which she reluctantly agrees to. Sonic and Knuckles race along the hallways to the throne room, where Sally quickly follows Knuckles to safety. Apparently, she too seems to know about the other timeline, surprised that her husband does as well. With Sally safe, Sonic tries to attack Shadow, but his punch has barely any force behind it.

Ouch. I mean, yeah, saw it coming, but ouch. Things are looking bad, until suddenly Lara-Su bursts in, ready to continue the fight on her own terms. Shadow becomes irritated at her smack-talk, and reminds her that he wields Chaos powers, only for her fist to glow as she smugly invites him to "join the club." Shadow tries to fire off some Chaos Spears in her direction, but she merely dodges them while reciting Tikal's prayer (you know, the "Chaos is power enriched by the heart" one) and performs a Chaos Control, freezing Shadow in place.

Bit of an ignoble ending to Shadow's story, don't you think? I said it last issue, but again, I'm really not okay with how this AU just wants to turn Shadow into this brutal villain. I mean, especially considering his whole character arc in the games - the only times he ever acts truly violent and uncaring of others' wellbeing is when he's being manipulated by an actual villain or otherwise brainwashed, and once he discovers who he truly is he's never anything less than a goddamn hero. I just think that turning Shadow the Hedgehog into Shadow the Evil Dictator is doing a huge disservice to him as a character, and not even bothering to try to work in an ending where he realizes the error of his ways is at this point just spitting in his face.

Meh, whatever. Knuckles comes running back in, concerned, but Lara-Su just excitedly informs him of how she defeated Shadow. She then says a seemingly nonsensical line about how she "already took care of him" that only makes sense if you assume that Knuckles asked her something along the lines of "But I thought you were taking Rotor to the hospital," so I can only guess that they forgot to include that dialogue bubble. Sally and Sonic walk into the next room, and she tells Sonic how Knuckles explained all the timeline shenaningans to her, and how she always felt that something wasn't right all these years. She then awkwardly explains that she never married Shadow for love, but only to try to bring stability to her kingdom. Frankly, I find that to be a pile of crap. Sally Acorn, the lifelong ringleader of the rebellion against not one but two different Robotniks, passively married an evil autocrat who likes to use torture on his enemies? Not fricking likely. Sally would have been at the head of the resistance against Shadow from the very start. It seems that even under a different writer, Mobius 25 Years Later is doomed to have every member of its cast acting completely out of character.

Wow, it's that easy to get back together after twenty-five years apart? *sigh* Look, I think the reason this two-part arc fails is because it's ultimately working off an already-flawed base. I understand that some closure needed to be brought to the tangled mess that Kenders set up at the beginning of this era, but hell, I think it could have been done a lot better. Some people do like the whole King Shadow and dystopian future thing, but personally, I think it's just as inexplicable and out of character as everything in Kenders' version of events. I'm just glad to be done with it, as next issue we actually get to go back to the normal, interesting stuff.

Hedgehog Day

Writer: R. Chacon Pencils: Dave Manak Colors: Josh Ray

Well, we do have this little story before that happens. Apparently everyone in Knothole has decided to put together a second birthday celebration for Sonic several days after the previous one, the one Scourge crashed. Sonic wakes up at 10am on the morning of the make-up party, and begins his morning routine as his alarm clock informs him that Mina's latest hit "Soldier Boy" has just finished playing (note that this issue came out one year before "Soulja Boy" was released, so it's not a reference), that it's going to be in the mid-70s (Fahrenheit) today, and that many important people will be at the celebration such as the king and queen and Mina herself. However, the announcer on the radio then says that everyone is wondering where Sonic is as the party has already started, which wakes Sonic up out of his sleepy daze. He realizes that he accidentally set his alarm for the time the party was to start rather than when he actually wanted to wake up, and rushes to get ready, racing out the door and nearly barreling into a bunch of reporters looking for him.

Ouch! Well, at least there's always tomorrow, right? The next morning, Sonic wakes up at 10am on the morning of the make-up party, and begins his morning routine as his alarm clock informs him that Mina's latest hit "Soldier Boy" has just finished playing, that it's going to be in the mid-70s today, and that many important people will be at the celebration such as the king and queen and Mina herself. However, the announcer on the radio then says that everyone is wondering where Sonic is as the party has already started, which wakes Sonic up out of his sleepy daze. He realizes that he accidentally set his alarm for the time the party was to start rather than when he actually wanted to wake up, and rushes to get ready. However, he hesitates before he races out the front door, struck by a strange suspicion that there's reporters outside waiting for him.

Hmm, something's a bit fishy here… The next next morning, Sonic wakes up and shuts off his alarm, a bit disappointed that he didn't wake up in time to listen to "Soldier Boy." He asks the alarm clock if it's going to be in the 70s for his party today, and the announcer dutifully reports that it will be, repeating the same spiel from the past two mornings.

I mean, maybe if you walked instead of ran, you might make it there in one piece, bro. But then again, this is Sonic we're talking about. He buries himself back under the covers to avoid the prying eyes of reporters looking in through his windows, but that doesn't stop them. They start looking for another entrance, ultimately climbing on top of his roof, which buckles and collapses under their weight. This time, Sonic isn't the only one stuck in the hospital, as all the reporters are injured from their fall as well. Finally, the next next next morning, Sonic has had enough and wakes up three hours before his celebration, making his way there and sitting in one of the folding chairs as everyone sets up around him, confident that now, there's no way he can miss the party!

Though the title of the story is a parody on the movie Groundhog Day, I do find it kind of funny that despite this clearly seeming like another fantastical and silly plot device, stuff like this actually does happen to people. They're called false awakenings, and consist of dreaming that you wake up and perform your morning routine, only to then "wake up" into another similar dream, and this repeats until you finally do regain consciousness for real. They can also be paired with stress dreams, meaning that you might wake up in a panic that you're late for school or work, only to wake up into the same situation again and again in a bizarre loop. So, in a way, this story is actually one of the most realistic in the entire comic! I'm sure that wasn't the intention, but the point still stands!

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #sth 167 #writer: ian flynn #writer: romy chacon #pencils: tracy yardley #pencils: dave manak #colors: jason jensen #colors: joshua d ray

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here’s the matter of fact text post re: i guess i achieved the goal of an intermittent thing i’d do where i’d try to find anyone online talking about the ‘weird’ experience i have with masturbation which is, inherently, not exciting or anything but it’s like, even if i just Know of course it’s not just me, i want to like, hear someone else talk about anything similar ever, b/c so far it’s just a text post i saw once and can’t ever rediscover and someone talking about their experience that stems from an inapplicable physical trauma so....Yay, seeing as it’s been years i’ve been like “seriously though” lmao

i was like Lol @ myself b/c i was like “man after i try for like 30 sec to crank it it a) doesn’t go anywhere hardly and b) i lose interest Way fast and it’s like mildly annoying” and so i thought about that post that’s like [me after sex: well that was a waste of my goddamn time. anyway back to speedrunning] but that’s me after a halfhearted attempt to masturbate and not really getting anything out of it anyways lmaoo like. it’s okay or i wouldn’t even bother fairly regularly but also it tends to end with like, me going off on a distracted tangent for even a moment and it can just hit an absolute brick wall like okay i don’t even have the Interest in continuing with this anymore like i might’ve had before starting like Well That Was A Waste Of My Goddamn Time Anyway Back To [whatever it is that i do]

and then like either that same night or the next my dreams had the audacity to get deeply uncomfortable for no reason like. all i do is have Anxiety Dream Themes thrown together where like. for example as i write this, two nights ago i had a dream segment about “i’m on vacation at the beach” but it was all Anxiety b/c it’ll all be about how i can hardly visit said beach coz i keep getting sidetracked at the hotel or w/e while i’m Trying to visit it while i still can, and last night i had the same Theme but trying and failing to ride roller coasters (which i Enjoy irl) and like, the beach one in particular recurs not Too infrequently lmao where i’m surprised by the rarity of something like “you’re at the beach and it’s fun” lol.......i don’t have anything i’d call a nightmare too often but Anxiety / a somewhat threatening/worrisome situation is like, fairly constant lol, with some occasionally more neutral stuff and a really rare Fun Dream but anyways it was still Bizarre that my dreams pitched me “you’re Someone who i guess is dating this abstract Partner and the scenario is you feel obligated to have sex with them” and it was weird like, woke up the next day like “why did my brain drag me through this deeply unpleasant dream situation” like. not totally unheard of for my dreams to touch on a Scene ft. sex and/or physical intimacy and even on occasion it’ll be an “i’m (or whoever i am as a maybe semi-abstract First Person camera character lol maybe ft. some particular concept attached to the ‘role’) having some sexual encounter and it’s Fine or enjoyable” but it’s generally fleeting As Per Usual Dream Structure and it’s like why was this one that sucked like, particularly dragged out by those usual dream standard’s, come on

anyways so going “haha i’m living the Waste Of My Goddamn Time thing” and “well thank you to my own brain for a bizarre and unpleasant experience while i’m just trying to be passed tf out” i was like “let’s look up again why not only can i not seem to orgasm but also like even expecting a way lower level of stimulation still Disappoints sometime like why do i bother” and yeah after first going the “does anyone Never manage to Not slam into a brick wall / basically completely lose interest all at once or practically all at once even and it all goes back to zero even if you started at like maybe a 1 or 1.5 and sometimes it happens with going down a random mental track” route i interestingly got some cis guys going “yeah hate when that happens on occasion” but yeah by now i had of course given up on “can i come at this from an [experiencing sensory input and processing from an autistic angle] angle” like. idk still interested in that of course lmao but god is searching for it a bit exhausting. but yeah after i threw in an [-erectile] search modifier i got was like oh a result on a site about asexuality re: masturbation, why didn’t i think of That angle. idk but here we are

informative stuff but the comments section where people who wanted to read an [about: masturbation] on a site About asexuality were talking about their experiences was like. i had mentioned how it was Enlightening that one person said I Do Not Enjoy Orgasms lol like i have not really heard that angle vs “you might not enjoy sexual stimulation” and/or “you might not be able to orgasm” but not you Can orgasm but you Might Not Even Like It Really like. the person said yes they got the Peak Of Intense Pleasure out of the orgasm but not so much any kind of afterglow and felt like they get dropped back to where they were before even trying to masturbate (aka. square zero again lol) and just yeah outright mentioned Not Enjoying it and another person replied like Yep it’s like that for me too.........already i’m like man i don’t even approach anywhere near an orgasm Ever but man would not be surprised if, even if i theoretically was capable of the physical experience, it would be the same as this way lower level Waste Of My Goddamn Time deal lol.......it’s Hilarious too that like. say “being at all in the mood to try to spank it” is a Square/Level 1, i feel like yeah most of the time i’m only getting this shit going to a 1.5, maybe a 2 or 2.5 if we’re on fire......very very very rarely have i been like “hey that was like, a 3 or some shit, damn” and honestly it’s not like oh so that ruled and is motivation to continue b/c like. the Surprise of it throws me off and it’s not necessarily that Great a surprise, more just like, jeez, idk, it feels like A Bit Much that basically registers as Tension where i’m hardly encouraged to keep it up like, makes me wonder if that’s a Sensory Processing Thing aka how sometimes i try to get any more in depth info on the logistics of Experiencing Sexual Stimulation re: also being autistic and the variety of ways that can unfold (i do know that like. the Sensory thing apparently can sure be a factor in either direction, i.e. might cause some ppl to really not enjoy sexual stimulation Or to like, super enjoy it. allistic ppl who might realize “thinking sex is awesome” is “”normal,”” brilliant.....like u didnt also “realize” that stims like fidget cubes and weighted blankets can be enjoyed “”normally”” like. still having a diff experience here and shut it) and i remember one time i was like “c’est la vie i will purchase a vibrator (and i got a second, external one as some deal going on)” and it was just a No Go b/c. it didn’t feel “bad” in that it was not necessarily like, yep here’s some sexual stimulation, but it was like, overwhelming in a Not Good way, yet also not physically painful, and i realize vibrators are made w/ different intensities and i definitely got Mildest ones so it wasn’t that

anyways like yeah #tbt to a time i really gave it a go (vibrator-less) for truly just short of two solid hours......plenty of that was me at Square Zero and getting back to level 1 alone (aka like. feeling Any positive response at all lmao) was kind of an achievement and maybe there was some 1.5 or 2 in there but it wasn’t like i felt that motivated and Just Keeping At It was not necessarily helping so. that was a waste of my goddamn time

can’t really remember what i was doing differently the last time i kicked things up to maybe a solid 2-3 Zone for truly like One Moment lol.....think i was just getting a little more hands on (since usually a spike in intensity makes me go “[?? / !!] whoa :/” and i lose Any momentum and/or “progress”) and that spike in intensity made me go [?? / !!] Whoa :/ and it didn’t matter, just got back to zero as always, and it’s not like these “Achievements” are “Enlightening” where i’m then like wow everyone’s right, really Trying with this shit pays off like lol. i still make a cursory effort but really just to burn off that Level 1-ness if anything like. kinda like “yeah neat here we go” but like. probably literally a minute or two later it’s like well Anyways.......another fun detail is that it’s not Always like “oh i got off on some mental sidetrack and losing focus = losing like All of even this low level of arousal and im back at zero” like, i might be in the middle of things and Lose Interest even while i’m currently experiencing a nonzero level of “yep this is some sexual stimulation” lol but it’s just like smh Whatever @ it......like, on the one hand the Tension of the stimulation gets in its own way, but if i entirely lose that then it’s like well okay this isn’t gonna go anywhere, may as well stop

so anyhow here’s the Particular Comment where i was like “wow this is so similar to #me that i guess i’ve finally found Someone Talking About It* (*however it goes for me)”

i can’t say i’ve done the Holding My Breath thing on Purpose but now sometimes i do notice i do it (and have probably Been doing it) lol like oh there i went and Exhaled in a [was holding my breath] way lol coz like they say there with the Loss Of Any Tension and the Square Zero (Not Even Square One) thing like yeah lmao. and very same with the Five Minutes Max thing b/c yeah it really can be even less than One Minute sometimes before it’s like yeah square zero or just i lose enough interest anyways, getting bored like they say, ugh like it’s a brief description obviously lmao but i’m like god well there it is i guess, the [i know it’s not Just Me experiencing this like this but i’d still fucking like to find anyone else actually talking about it] account For Once Finally, thanks for putting it out there, Disappointed and a lil bored

naturally there are also ppl in the comments talking about how masturbation is an enjoyable thing for them and particular tips there but like it is Hilarious to me how a) some people orgasm easily or like. orgasm if they put effort into masturbation lmaooo like fucking imagine. and b) idk it’s like well i’m sure i’ve made hundreds of attempts and not even any Near Misses, it is simply like, not happening and c) yet at the same time Like This Commenter it’s like “well is there just another way of doing it i somehow haven’t hit on” like naturally i have to wonder like well idk maybe it’d be diff with a sexual partner b/c yknow, the same stimulation from Someone Else vs Yourself, and yet d) ha ha of course i haven’t had sex which people Don’t think of as Not A Joke lmao i referred to this fact abt myself with some casual humor to someone and my temper flared up when that was later taken as a Cue for someone who is not me to jokingly reference it (by Temper Flaring i mean i got annoyed enough to go Do Not Do That e.g. the post that’s like “[asserts one boundary] i’m not a people pleaser anymore i’m actually a huge cunt now”) and i probably shouldn’t feel like i have to “justify” this as well somehow other people have probably tried to Make A Move re: me but i have not been into it like well, what if nobody had ever been Interested that i knew of, that would be fine too, but. i am aware that ppl think of this as a joke still lmao, and i have to say that. im already doing letters like a) b) c) aren’t i but whatever, starting over a) well i haven’t had All the opportunity in the world as i have at various points (but basically continuously) for various reasons been pretty isolated and b) idk i have not had all these signs that point to me wanting to have sex with people exactly lmao but it’s like, c) even if i go “well maybe there’s Exceptions out there or Situations That Will Be Conducively Different Than The Limited Range Of Ones I’ve Had So Far” it’s like, okay, i could still just continue to feel “nah :/” re: any “opportunity” that ever presents itself or whatever. it is all very abstract for me anyways, so it’s like, whatever. but i’m also not the most Glad to discuss it b/c idk a lot of this stuff i know is like A Joke including how i’m still simmering with resentment from a year ago or more over some Tweet i saw trying to dunk a meme about how asexuals are Anti-Psychology like, that’s an entire Other Essay there but needless to say for one thing i just pre-resent people hearing “could being autistic factor into the particular experience i have losing interest / arousal so easily (and inevitably as it’s big time primary anorgasmia around here)” and going “aha that makes sense b/c being ace means there’s something Dysfunctional going on cuz Lbr and bieng autistic means being a Fucked Up version of an allistic person and your autistacity is going to fuck up things about you which ought to function properly” like well that feeds right into itself in a loop and i hate it. and i know the whole “hehe someone who hasn’t had sex is a loser” thing is way engrained in there lmao ppl throw that punchline out all the time and like, idk, see the (i’m autistic) thing like it’s not like this is an unprecedented concept or the only front on which im like “i Know this is a thing ppl negatively judge in general but i also Know i do not buy into that or feel bad about it” like i do not personally consider myself cringe and fail for not having had sex ever and do not consider that Premise that someone is a joke for it to be true re: anyone but at the same time i know that this whole Awareness that people are shitty about it is frustrating to me lol. plus i think it is getting into the Entire Thing where concepts as broad as Maturity and Humanity At Its Most Complex And Worthwhile are considered intrinsically linked to romance and sex, which is something that i am somewhat self-conscious of being aromantic and [having never had sex and it could well be that i will not ever have sex even if The Opportunity(tm) is there] and i know it is frustrating to me b/c sometimes when i start to even talk about “i have not had sex yes im aware this is like (spit take) what a nerd, Sure” b/c i will easily cry out of frustration like 5 seconds in lol. which i cry easily enough but Usually getting teared up b/c i feel Hyped Up / Enthusiasm for something lmfao.......anyways plenty of tangents to go down here but my point is shoutout to the other person for also never orgasming and just being bored with masturbation if anything

and also to the people who were like “i can have / have had orgasms but i don’t actually enjoy it” like considering the way that [not like i experience anything even close to an orgasm but there is sometimes An Increase in arousal achieved, either a tiny raise in the Level or on occasion a bit of a kick which is mostly like “whoa tf chill out”] is overall Underwhelming even if there is Any enjoyment in it and the whole Back To Square Zero (Not Even Square One) thing re: the entire lack of afterglow they mention and it’s like well that kinda feels like parallel experiences here lmao. which tbh is like. makes me care even less with like Humorous Annoyance at the fact that ppl are out here simply able to have orgasms and to have access to that just by like yep here i go masturbating lmaooo like okay

anyways idk how to Conclude this lmfao. Fun Fact i have hc’s about how winston billions who is autistic experiences sexual stimulation (he gets the Really Enjoys It kind of sensory processing time here lol) but i suppose the easiest simplest one to explain is the “remember the Tayston Crying Sex drawing, the idea is that things can be kinda overwhelming while still being Good if it’s handled right by his partner (or himself ig lol) and he can tear up as sort of an overflow thing” like well you probably already knew that was connected to the broader whole of Winston Billions Autistic Hc’s but in case you didn’t: it is

#me and ''Disappointed and a lil bored'' out here #round of applause from me to me....like the time i stumbled across the Source Media for some preview i remembered from a blockbuster vhs #like 20 yrs ago or whatever like ''am i making this sort of Distinctive memory up or modifying one to hell and back / combining them'' like #no i was not but it sure took me a While to mostly coincidentally find it via watching a list on youtube of like. partially Lost or just rly #obscure niche shit....it'd been a preview for a pc game for an ye olde disney series i'd never heard of in my life #anyways the point is it'd been something *i'd* been searching around for intermittently for a good while and managed to find and it was like #hooray but also i realize it's hardly relevant to like. much of anyone else but oh well good for me

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pretty-well-funded · 5 years

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rented omega pt 2

continued from part 1

Tony wakes up the next morning to his cock being mounted and ridden like a coin-operated pony.

It’s...well, it’s not a first, but honestly it’s not something that’s happened in a long time. It takes him a minute of staring up at the very young face on the mountee - a face he hadn’t inspected with any kind of detail the night before - to understand what’s going on.

The kid must misinterpret his blank look for outrage or something, because without slowing down, he says, “I’m sorry to wake you up, sir, I just...I just needed...”

“No, it’s fine, help yourself.”

The kid’s face goes on an interesting emotional journey at that (admittedly a bizarre thing to say, but he hasn’t had coffee yet, alright?), but chooses not to comment.

The position does make Tony wonder though... “Aren’t we, um. Supposed to use gravity or whatever to help with the...”

“When we can, but it’s not required every time,” the kid informs him. For all the omega-in-heat jokes, he’s remarkably collected. Maybe last night is just what happens when they’re neglected - not like Tony’s met an omega before, much less one that’s in heat. “It’s more important to inseminate me frequently than to use any particular position. The benches are just to make up for the fact that we can’t knot.”

“Ah,” Tony says eloquently, “that makes sense.”

“Right, so I’m probably going to regret asking this,” Tony says once he’s got caffeine in his veins, “but how old are you?”

The kid’s face - Peter, his name is Peter - does something complicated. “They didn’t give you my file?”

“Technically I think that they did, I just never, you know. Read it.”

Peter looks as baffled by that as he had by Tony’s offer of caffeine, which he is apparently verboten.

“Look, in all honesty, this was never my idea. I don’t want kids and I never intended to rent a person, but my board has me by the balls, so here we are.”

There’s a degree of alarm and reluctance now, on Peter’s face.

“NOT that any of that is your problem. I was being a selfish jackass last night - I won’t neglect your well-being again. Or, not on purpose. And if I do on accident, just sick JARVIS on me.”

The kid - and he’s definitely a kid - cocks his head, which only enhances his resemblance to a cocker spaniel. “Jarvis?”

“You didn’t introduce yourself?” Tony directs to the ceiling. It’s a pointless but helpful gesture for people experiencing J for the first time.

“Mr. Parker was out of sorts when he got here, Sir, I held off on introductions to prevent undue distress.”

Tony winces at the pointed use of the term, but ignores it. “So that’s J, or JARVIS - if you need anything, he can help. Hell, if there’s anything you just want to know. He’s hooked into all the electronic functions in the entire building, as well as Stark Industries’ databases and the internet at large, so he’s pretty handy.”

Peter’s eyes are huge and excited. “He’s an AI?”

Tony debates the company line for two seconds before shrugging and admitting, “Pretty much, yeah. Just don’t tell anyone.”

He winks, and Peter - adorably, hilariously - blushes. They had a Q&A earlier with Tony’s dick up his ass, and he didn’t look this out of sorts.

“Anyway, he’s used to running herd on me, so if I forget something you need, or forget that you...you know, exist, just tattle and he’ll sort it out.”

“Okay, thank you. And JARVIS?”

“Yes, Mr. Parker?”

“You can call me Peter.”

“I’ll adjust my protocols.”

Tony forgets all about the kid’s age until later when he kills some data compilation time with a skim of the kid’s file.

He’s fifteen, but like. Barely. Which. Makes sense. The board was all set on the freshest eggs. It’s not like contracted omegas sit on the shelf long after they hit the minimum age.

No wonder he looks so fucking young. Because he is.

“Sir, Peter is requesting you return to the penthouse at your earliest convenience.”

Duty calls.

Stud service is about as arousing as Tony always assumed it would be. He gets off - obviously, that’s the point - but it’s weirdly detached. Purpose-driven. Tony is mostly spurred on by Peter’s pheromones, and Peter by what seems to be a disturbing level of training. He’d rather not think about that.

The point is, neither of them are mad with lust, exactly.

Tony does all the work this time, for fairness’s sake, has a relatively frustrated orgasm (his body finds the lack of knotting to be very off-putting, apparently), and then Peter puts his legs in the air for good luck.

Tony excuses himself, and has JARVIS order takeout. Apparently his file - which Tony still hasn’t read - includes dietary restrictions and preferences. Which, of course it does, the kid’s gotta eat.

He’s about to make a break for it with his portion of the food when Peter finally wanders out, looking rumpled and flushed and more interesting to Tony than anyone should after he’s been there and done them.

“Where are you going?” Peter asks, sounding disappointed. Immediately, his eyes widen and he backtracks. “I’m sorry, sir, you don’t have to...thank you for...is this larb? I love larb!”

“Yeah, JARVIS said.”

There’s a pointed lack of reply from the AI himself, and Tony sighs, putting his food back down and resigning himself to dinner with the kid. Peter’s only reaction is a blush.

They eat in silence, at first, Tony staunchly ignoring the kid’s side-eye. Eventually the kid starts, tentative, “Mr. Stark, can I ask...how old is JARVIS?”

Tony pauses, doing the math - JARVIS is like his left hand, always there, essential. He hasn’t thought of a time *before* JARVIS in so long.

When he pinpoints the year of his programming and subtracts, Tony barks a laugh. “Older than you, apparently.”

“Oh, wow, really?” Tony’s half-expecting some crack on his own age, but Peter looks earnestly impressed and excited. “But other companies only achieved domain-specific expertise in like, 2014. If he’s that old... In the late 90s, IBM had just created Deep Blue. Did JARVIS start as a rules-based system, with later upgrades, or - ”

Tony stares at Peter while he babbles away. “How much do you know about AI?”

Peter’s cheeks pink, eyes falling abruptly back to his food. “I mean, not as much as you, but - “

“Do they - is that...allowed?”

A little frown appears between Peter’s eyebrows. “What, because reading books would make us less fertile?”

Tony blinks at the tone, and then JARVIS, bless him, chimes in, “Sir, no law prohibits the education of omegas, though most finishing schools don’t focus on advanced academics. There is, however, a demand for omegas with a high IQ for individuals like yourself, whose offspring are expected to excel. In fact, Peter’s intelligence was one of many factors that lead the Board to choose him.”

Peter looks flustered and embarrassed. “I’m an asshole, kid, I’m sorry. I don’t know much about...” He waves his hand vaguely.

“The treatment of one-third of the total population?” Peter snarks.

Tony feels a little smile start to form on his face. You don’t like people who pull punches, sir. “Yeah. I’m kind of a dick. So you learned about AI in school?”

“No, like JARVIS said, they don’t officially invest resources in that stuff. But the school’s firewall only blocked omega’s rights and stuff, and we could get just about anything delivered from the library, so...”

“So you learned it yourself.”

Peter shrugs. “As best I could, yeah.”

“To answer your question, I have some older ‘bots equipped with rules-based intelligence - they’re still in the lab, actually, you can meet them. But JARVIS started out closer to AlphaGo than Deep Blue. He was supposed to just be a natural-language user interface, but I overshot the mark a bit.”

By the incredulity on Peter’s face, he understands exactly what an understatement that is.

“But yeah, he’s had a lot of upgrades over the years. The biggest limiter was hardware, really, computing power. He’s the whole reason SI was miles ahead in computing technology. Every time I wanted him to be smarter, I had to invent the damn tech myself.”

“That’s so cool. I was talking to him all day. When did he develop theory of mind?”

Before Tony can answer, J chimes in, “Oh, I believe it was the Great Vodka Binge of 2001, wasn’t it, sir?”

Tony laughs. Peter is grinning.

“So he really is self-aware, right?”

“Oh yeah, true AGI.”

“Why isn’t...why doesn’t anybody know about him?”

“J is...” Tony licks his bottom lip, a nervous tick, and only realizes that he’s done it when Peter’s eyes flick down for a moment. “J is special. And frankly, dangerous. Very few people know the full extent of his abilities. I’ve created other AI that are more limited in capacity, but once you get them to a certain point, the only way to keep them limited is to deny them opportunities to learn. And that always seems...”

“Sad,” Peter says.

Tony smiles, warmed by Peter’s comprehension. “I was going to say barbaric, but yeah. Sad works, too.”

A lot like keeping this boy locked away from the world just because he can get pregnant. Tony doesn’t say that, but it sits there between them anyway, just like the larb.

lol, idk shit about AI, but hopefully I bluffed well enough. the suckiest thing about writing smart characters whose expertise is wayyyy beyond yours is trying to keep them sounding smart without like...getting yourself a degree in engineering.

anyway, obviously this one is a lot less perverted than romantic. variety is the spice of life, right?

Part 3

#my shit

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We've all heard of standswap. But what about standswap-dadswap?

//So the dads and the SS!dads switch places, huh? This is such an interesting scenario! Will they get along with each other? Will everything go haywire? Will sadness happen?

//I was only able to fit the stoplight trio here because I don't have time to properly make up characters for Emperor, Osiris, and Bastet. I also used their stand names for the unnamed standswap characters for a placeholder.

Steely Dan <=> Deacon Blues

Deacon and Terunosuke will get along very well because they relate to each other (both of them had pretty fucked up backstories and have to hide their real, more mature personality behind a childish attitude).

And the same could be said for Illuso. Both of them spent most of their childhood being lonely because of their stand powers.

When Illuso talks about his teammates (he calls them best friends to avoid suspicion), Deacon remembers his old friends back in his SDC days. He probably sees himself in Illuso and feels a little melancholic.

Deacon and Gwess can get along too, as they have to fake a smile and carefree personality to make everyone else not worry about them.

Unlike Dan who is pretty sarcastic and sassy, Deacon speaks more honestly, as he despises people who aren't direct and honest about their words.

Alright. Enough of the sad shit. Deacon and Terunosuke occasionally read books together and tell each other about their specific interest in comics (the former is into American hero comic books, and the latter is into mangas and light novels).

Deacon would probably at some point tell them about his adventure from 1989. Then Illuso sighs and comments, "Darn. Just like Padre."

He likes to show them his proud machinery and inventions to the three, which of course amuse them because of how absurd they work.

"What does this thing do?"

"Oh! This bad baby right here lets you read while you sleep, write while you sleep, and eat while you sleep!"

"Huh"

Deacon and Terunosuke are the ultimate short depressing smartass solidarity.

Meanwhile Dan and Deacon's kids? Eh... could maybe count.

His personality made him hard to get along with them, especially Velare. At first, he can hardly relate to them (his backstory is plain and nothing really gutwrenching happened to him, unlike theirs and their father's).

But then, after some time, they start to warm up to him. Behind his catty attitude, he is actually a pretty nice and caring person (even though it isn't really that obvious because of the way he generally acts).

Velare is going to get along with Dan first, because he is a pretty patient person and can handle his new dad's (?) unfamiliar attitude.

Tojiko is probably be slightly annoyed by how sassy and snarky Dan is. Dan would just comment on his chuuni behavior just to annoy him even further.

Since Dan is pretty good with cooking, Prada would sometimes watch him do the kitchen work (even though she's just more mesmerized by the way the stove fire dances around the pan). He would try teaching her how to make simple dishes, even though it's reduced to a pile of ash by the end of the day.

Of course, Dan cooks godlike food. Which somehow reminds them of their father's....

Rubber Soul <=> Yellow Temperance

Unlike the loud and obnoxious Rubber Soul, Yellow Temperance is generally a well-mannered and elegant man. This makes the three kids a little taken aback because they're not used to the quieter and nicer version of their dad.

Since Yellow is skilled in singing (and acting) and Akira is good at playing his electric guitar, they both spend a lot of time together! Akira would sometimes show Yellow how to use his guitar, and in return he teaches him how to sing properly.

Like Dan, everytime Hazamada becomes annoyed and acts like an ass to him, Yellow would do things like making sassy remarks to annoy him even further.

One time Anne asks Yellow about himself, and then he tells her about his bizarre adventure from Singapore. She replies, with a monotone voice, "Wow. I've been there with my father, ya know."

"Wait, really kid?"

"Yeah. Was kinda wild."

Yellow can cook pretty well, unlike Rubber who is absolutely not allowed to touch anything in the kitchen.

Because Yellow "disappeared" for twelve years, his kids are more than happy to see him back again. There were tears and laughter too. Even Surface is crying.

.....except the "him" is Rubber Soul, a greasier and more irritating version of their father. He has no choice but to tag along and act like him.

The stoic and serious Surface doesn't like Rubber Soul at first. His annoying way of talking hurts his ears, but because he's "their father" he just ignored it.

Like father, like son is the best sentence to convey Red and Rubber soul. They both are loud and act all cocky, which makes Surface's life a living hell.

SS!Anne is no different either. She is used to Yellow's calmer and more composed personality, which makes her a little suspicious. Whenever Rubber did or say something stupid, she would just shake her head and say, "Wow. Dad's job must've been weighing on him pretty hard, huh?"

Either way, the kids are very relieved to see their "father" back home safely without a scratch. If only it would last forever...

Devo the Cursed <=> Ebony Devil

From the surface, Devo and Ebony share similar traits. From their ungodly amount of scars to long hair, both of them look the same. Their personality isn't that different either.

...which surprised Vittorio at first.

Because Ebony was separated from his son years ago, he saw this as his chance to be a better father. He'll spend as much time as he can with him, as Vittorio and his long-lost kid looks the same to him.

Related, Ebony has poor eyesight and probably thought that Vittorio is his kid because of their resemblance.

Ebony, half-crying and started to take off his tough guy shield: "My son.... I am sorry for causing trouble for both your mother and you..... I promise to become a better father from now on."

Vittorio, eating an entire can of spray cheese: "What"

You know that clip of a wrestler that broke a claw machine's glass and gives all of it's toys to a crying kid? That's him.

Being dead in 1988 makes Ebony not familiar with things like video games, so Vittorio is more than delighted to show him things in his game and take him for a small walk around his hometown.

"What is this small screen that you can open and close like a book?"

"Dad that's a computer. Do you hit your head on the kitchen counter again?"

"Computer? But the last time I saw them, they look bigger and wider than this."

"Hold on a second"

The boy sometimes tell Ebony about his team (which he refers to as friends), and Ebony is somehow reminded of his old friends.

"There's this really cute girl that I like, but she's sickly and I'm afraid if I somehow hurt her unintentionally"

"Can relate."

They watch soccer games, eat outside, and Vittorio introduces Ebony to more things. Just classic father and son bonding time.

Unfortunately for Dolly, he never had the chance to properly memorize his father's looks and true nature. His mother just said that Ebony is a horrible and cruel murderer, which makes his first meeting with Devo not so wonderful.

Not seeing his father since he was two, Dolly just thought that Devo is actually his father and acts grouchy and all angry at him.

"I despise you. Mom told me that you were a very evil and violent man. You must've done something very bad for mom to have left you-"

"Vittorio I swear to FUCKING GOD IF THIS IS ABOUT THAT TIME I REFUSED TO BUY YOU A HAPPY KIDS MEAL I'M GOING TO CUT OFF THOSE UGLY BANGS OF YOURS."

Then Devo realizes he wasn't talking to Vittorio. Which pisses Dolly even more because he thinks his own father forgot his name.

"Vittorio? VITTORIO??!! OH, DID YOU GOT HOOKED UP WITH ANOTHER WOMAN AND THOUGHT THAT YOUR BASTARD KID'S NAME IS FATHER FUCKING VITTORIO??!! I'M DOLLY DAGGER!!"

"DID YOU CHANGE YOUR NAME INTO YOUR SHITTY MMO'S USERNAME LIKE YOU SAID LAST TIME??!!"

Then of course, they get along really slowly. Everytime Devo wanted to ask Dolly about what just happened, Dolly curtly replies, "I don't know!"

He then gives up just takes Dolly outside and spend some time together with him to make the kid satisfied.

Devo just rolls with whatever this kid wants.

And then Dolly becomes more softer acting around "his father", because he himself wanted to spend some time together with him after a long time.

"Sorry for yelling at you, dad."

".....whatever you say."

By the end of the day, Dolly feels content about "his father" being back in his life. Even though he doesn't show it directly, he just wishes that he won't be gone like last time...

//So now. Who do you think deserves the best father of the year award?

#sorry if I missed some points #this took two days to write because of how exhausted i am because of this vacation #jjba #standswap #haji.doc #askies #anon

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lady-divine-writes · 5 years

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Kurtbastian one-shot “You Raise Me Up” (Rated PG)

Preparing for a special Christmas exhibition leads to a discussion about life, the universe, and everything in between. (2247 words)

Part 52 of Outside Edge

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When I am down, and, oh, my soul, so weary, When troubles come, and my heart burdened be, Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, Until you come and sit awhile with me …

Sebastian’s eyes follow his boyfriend as he glides across the ice, transitioning from an inner edge spiral to a twizzle, then a swirling spread eagle. The song playing over the speakers around the rink – You Raise Me Up performed by Josh Groban - is slow, lyrical, note after note flowing like a river constricted by the shore into a tight, thin line. It forces Kurt to focus on his edges, maintain complete and utter control over his form. There is no room for error in this routine. A single wobbly blade or wonky foot position will throw his balance off. But Kurt is an athlete - a cheerleader and a dancer aside from being a skater. His form is exquisite, his control superhuman.

Kurt has more control over his body than anyone Sebastian has ever met.

For this song, Kurt doesn’t move like a skater. He moves like a dancer – strong lines, long extensions, pointed toes the audience won’t be able to see within his skates but which help to elongate his body. Skating this routine takes a level of technicality and expertise that Sebastian, with all his years of vigorous (and expensive) training, could never pull of as stunningly as Kurt.

Kurt isn’t simply performing to the song playing overhead. It has seeped into his body and he has become a part of it – one of the many notes flowing down that river of music. It’s almost as if the tune was composed for him to skate to it, the choreography he’s come up with a perfect complement to its meaning. It’s a trifecta rarely seen when a skater takes the ice in competition – nerves and stress interfering with artistry and focus.

But this isn’t a competition piece. It’s an exhibition piece – an opportunity for Kurt to show off his skills without the pressure of being judged.

And it’s the most exceptional routine Sebastian has ever seen Kurt skate.

The twist to this whole magnificent performance is that Kurt hates this song. He hates Celtic-inspired ballads, which he feels have been done to death in the pop music genre. He hates the numerous soulful swells that fake you out more than twice into thinking you’re about to reach the climax. He hates the bizarrely incongruous and vaguely vain video that accompanies the song. But most of all, he hates the religious overtones. As a general rule, Kurt tries to avoid skating to anything that can be deemed ‘religious’ or ‘sacred’, even when it comes to classical pieces. But this isn’t just any exhibition he’s preparing for. It’s a Christmas exhibition thrown in honor of one of Westerville Ice-plex’s most beloved coaches, Coach Amelia Reinhart, and the song was a special request from her.

Seeing as she’s dying of the same cancer his mother recovered from, he couldn’t say no. Not for anything in the world. She’s a member of the two communities that have impacted him the most during his life.

That makes her family.

But they recently found out there’s no guarantee Coach Amelia will be able to see the exhibition in person. So the cast is filming their performances ahead of the exhibition and making her a private copy. Kurt is recording his routine in Sebastian’s private rink.

Sebastian is the man behind the camera.

They decorated for the occasion with tons of twinkling white lights, garland draped along every wall, poinsettia perched in the far corners, and a Christmas tree in the center, decorated in bulbs and ribbons of crimson and gold. Kurt doesn’t usually use props when he performs. His handcrafted (and often over-the-top) costumes are the only bells and whistles he needs. But this time he chose a cream colored pair of pants and a pale pink shirt, understated and elegant, to highlight the candle in his hands – an LED one so he doesn’t burn himself, the stick a slightly darker shade of pink than his shirt.

Both a symbol of breast cancer awareness.

To maintain the idea that the candle is real, Kurt refrains from doing many of his more impressive jumps, but that, too, is an homage. As a consequence of Coach Amelia’s many procedures, she needed to have her left foot amputated.

Since she can no longer jump, Kurt opted not to either.

Sebastian is skating in the exhibition, too. He and Kurt are performing a jazzy, humorous duet to break up the sentimental melancholy. It’s hella upbeat, with lots of physical comedy and visual jokes, and the cheesiest costumes they could find. But during the time he’s watched Kurt practice his solo, he’s thought up choreography for the two of them to this song, with holds and turns and lifts (the lifts are kind of mandatory seeing as Josh sings You raise me up! about a thousand times).

As with a lot of religious songs, the lyrics to this one sound deceptively romantic. He probably won’t tell Kurt this anytime soon, but Sebastian loves this song. The words hold a lot of meaning for him, especially now that he has Kurt. Sebastian isn’t conceded enough to think that Kurt is stronger when he’s on his boyfriend’s shoulders. But Sebastian definitely is.

When they skate together and he lifts Kurt up, Sebastian feels like he can do anything.

The song reaches its final crescendo, and Kurt enters his last sit spin. The routine ends with Kurt setting the candle down carefully on the ice, backing away a foot, then standing with legs slightly spread, gazing up at the spotlight. Sebastian waits a few seconds as Kurt holds that pose, then puts the camera on pause. Once he gets it on his computer, he’ll fade it to black after the song ends, with a dedication in the final frame. He gets choked up thinking about that, about how final it sounds. This exhibition could very well be the last time Coach Amelia sees them skate.

Sebastian has known Coach Amelia his entire life. He’s not okay with that.

“How was that?”

Sebastian turns his gaze from his camera and watches Kurt slide to a stop. He looks like a guardian angel in his outfit, right out of an old, black and white Christmas movie.

Sebastian wipes tears off his cheek with his fingertips. Kurt pretends not to notice.

“You were … perfection.”

“Wow,” Kurt teases. “I got the p word, huh?”

“You earned it. Do you want to see it?”

“Eww.” Kurt chuckles, hiding his own sniffle. “No. Not yet. Not unless we can mute the music.”

“You really don’t like that song, do you?” Sebastian asks, wrapping his arms carefully around Kurt’s waist so as not to wrinkle his shirt.

“I have nothing against the song really, it’s just …” Kurt’s eyes drift down to the pale pink of his shirt and he sniffles again “… it makes me think. And I don’t skate to think. I skate to get away from thinking.”

“What does it make you think about?”

“My mom mostly. Life. The universe. God.”

“That’s a lot of big ticket items.”

Kurt nods, smiling to himself. It’s not a happy smile, but it seems to fit. “Life is so hit and miss. My mom, she’s been an athlete all her life, and she’s been battling cancer since her twenties. My dad eats bacon and eggs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner practically, and his doctor just recently told him that his cholesterol is getting a little high.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian says, “that’s … that’s crazy.”

“I get why people choose to believe in God. It’s nice to think that someone somewhere is looking out for us, wanting the best for us, planning something nice for us when all of this is over. But there comes a time when it’s actually a lot more comforting to believe that the bad things that happen - they’re just random, and not the whim of some temperamental overlord who might decide that the best thing for us is an early death due to a wasting illness, and we don’t get to question why. Seems a lot less … I don’t know … personal.”

Keeping one arm around Kurt’s waist, Sebastian removes the blockers from his blades, then steps on the ice. He glides around the outskirts, taking Kurt with him. “Did you ever believe in God?”

“I tried,” Kurt admits, winding an arm around Sebastian’s shoulders, sliding into waltz position. “When I was little. When my mom’s cancer came back, the one thing people always said was that they were going to pray for her. I began to wonder if that could make her magically get better. So I gave it a shot, because what did I have to lose? I even read the Bible. But the thing is, Christians say that God is their father. But he seems rather unforgiving for a dad. He has so many rules, and a lot of them make sense. But a lot of them don’t. Story after story, it seemed like God was setting people up to fail.”

“I’ve never heard it put that way,” Sebastian says, “but I can see your point.”

“Plus, I’ve always heard that you judge a parent by the actions of their kids, and the Christians I know? They’re jerks! Our cheerleading squad has a couple of real Bible thumpers, and they’re some of the worst people I’ve ever met. They’re hypocritical, they’re mean, they have all kinds of sex …”

A joke along the lines of Why hasn’t anybody ever told me that before? I’d go to McKinley in a second! pops into Sebastian’s head, but now doesn’t seem like the time, even if it might break the tension that’s been building since Kurt first stepped on the ice.

“My dad is one of the best in the world. He doesn’t judge me. He doesn’t dole out random punishments. He doesn’t make me pray to him, or burn oxen in his honor. If I was going to base a religion around a single father figure, it would be him.”

Sebastian tries not to chuckle, but he fails with a snort. “I’d have to agree.”

“What about you?” Kurt asks, leaning into Sebastian’s change in direction. “What are your feelings about God and death and whatnot?”

“I don’t have any feelings about that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t plan on dying.”

“Ha-ha,” Kurt says drily. “Seriously.”

“Seriously?” Sebastian sighs. This isn’t a question he likes to ponder all too often. Who does? “I don’t think about it. Then again, I haven’t had the reasons you’ve had to explore my thoughts about religion. My family isn’t particularly religious. I can’t remember us ever discussing it. There was the occasional prayer at the dinner table, but those were mostly reserved for holidays. I guess my parents felt it was generally understood that God exists; he’s the good guy; don’t steal, kill, or do drugs; and nothing else needed to be explained. But if I had to think about it …” Sebastian pauses for a long, hard swallow. He’s about to make a declaration out loud that he hasn’t yet resolved in his head, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true “… I’d have to say I agree with you. The Bible and Christianity and God … it’s comforting and all. But it doesn’t really make sense. But if there is a God, I hope he’s as forgiving as everyone claims, and we can just chalk this up to a huge misunderstanding.” Sebastian taps his right fist over his heart, then throws a peace sign to the sky, and Kurt laughs.

“Yeah. Here’s hoping.”

“Only time will tell. In eighty, a hundred years, we’ll know for sure.”

They complete a full circle of the rink, around the tree, past the candle on the ice, its LED flame flickering. Sebastian takes Kurt’s hands and lifts him up, pivots twice, then puts him back gently on his blades. It’s a move that makes Kurt smile every time, the kind of smile Sebastian needed to see – carefree and happy, at peace with the world in the only place he truly can be.

Kurt doesn’t stop smiling after they settle back into their rhythm, flushed cheeks round and red as apples. “One of the reasons I love skating is time doesn’t exist when you’re on the ice. You slip on your skates, you fly down the ice, the cold fills your lungs, and you feel like you’re going to live forever.”

“Yup. People would save a lot of money on cryogenics if they took up figure skating.”

“Absolutely. But the rink would be crowded all the time, so don’t tell anybody.”

“So, did you want to run your program again? Get another take?” Sebastian asks. He’s in no hurry to stop skating with Kurt, but there are things Kurt mentioned wanting to do today. Things he said were important.

Things Sebastian knows are a way to keep his mind off the exhibition, and Coach Amelia.

Kurt slows them down a bit. He slides closer to his boyfriend, rests his head on his shoulder. “No. I just want to keep doing this.”

“For how long?”

“I think … until the candle burns out.”

Sebastian smiles. “But it’s not a real candle.”

“Then we’re going to be here for a while.”

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