#specialized motion simulators

[swampjawn]

God I love animation. I love it for the way it can bring anything to life beyond the constraints of boring ol' reality, but also the ways that it's inextricably linked to, and draws on the conventions of live-action film-making.

So fuck it, let's look at how Hayao Miyazaki straight up copies some camera framing techniques from his predecessor and the other most influential Japanese filmmaker of all time, Akira Kurosawa! (Kurosawa really was the master of framing scenes around his characters, so he's a great source of inspiration)

(btw, this is a screenshot from this TV special where the two met for the first time just after the release of Kurosawa's final film. It's pretty interesting, and also very cute how nervous Miyazaki seems to be to meet one of his idols.)

Specifically, how the two each choose to break the 180 degree rule (well, not technically 'break' in the case of Kurosawa) to show their protagonists' changing destiny in "Throne of Blood" and "Princess Mononoke".

For anyone who doesn't know, the 180 degree rule is a basic film-making rule of thumb which states that in any scene where two characters interact, you should draw an imaginary line between them and the camera should always stay on one side of that line.

("In the Mood for Love" - Wong Kar-wai)

This way, one character is always looking to the right of the camera, the other is always looking to the left, and the audience doesn't get confused by the geography of the scene. Crossing this line can be disorienting, but when done intentionally, it can convey a paradigm shift of some kind in the scene.

In this scene from "Throne of Blood," (a feudal Japanese retelling of Macbeth) Washizu's wife Asaji discusses tactics with him and tries to convince him to aspire to the throne and to assassinate his lord Tsuzuki while he sleeps.

As two servants appear to notify them that Washizu's sleeping quarters are prepared, the camera dollies left and around the characters' backs. This camera movement is motivated by the motion of the servants' torches outside the room, but it also signifies a change in Washizu's outlook.

Washizu is completely silent for most of this scene, contemplating his wife's advice. But as the camera slides behind his back and across the line of action, the scene is now re-framed, illustrating his change in perspective.

He's been convinced and the trajectory of his life is about to change - and now, facing away from the camera, is the time for action.

Because the camera slides smoothly across the line, Kurosawa isn't technically breaking the 180 degree rule. Miyazaki on the other hand, takes it a little further.

The complimentary scene in Princess Mononoke comes near the start when the wise woman of the village reads Prince Ashitaka's fortune after he's cursed by the wild boar spirit. She tells him that it is his fate to leave the village and travel to the west, where he may be able to lift the curse on his arm. The trajectory of Ashitaka's life changes in this moment too. As he accepts his fate, the change is symbolized by him cutting off his hair, but also by the camera jumping the line.

Throughout this dialogue scene and even as he cuts his hair, the simulated camera sits just slightly to the side of Ashitaka's left shoulder.

But once it's done, for the final shot, the scene is reframed and we jump to the other side, where Ashitaka is now looking to the right of the camera instead of the left.

Making the camera dolly across a scene like Kurosawa's version in 2D animation is no simple task, so this transition with a simple cut is in a way subtler, in another way a bit more jarring, but it conveys the same meaning.

This is the moment when our protagonists make the choice to embark on a new destiny and re-frame their lives.

This has been an excerpt from a short video essay I made a while back, which not many people watched. I think this is at least in part due to my failure to package it well, and it seems you tumblheads like this animation/cinematography analysis stuff, so this is an experiment to see if, with the help of y'all, and a new title and thumbnail, it's at all possible to give this video a second wind in the eyes of the Youtube Gods!

So if you found this interesting, I'd appreciate if you checked it out! Thanks for reading!

#Also i spent a lot of time on the little animated bit at the start so please watch it lol #animation analysis #mini essay #video #video essay #princess mononoke #throne of blood #hayao miyazaki #akira kurosawa #Youtube #gif warning

[vilsoo]

𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 ⌇GETO SUGURU

witch!reader x married!geto suguru || WC: 10,779

𖤐 SYNOPSIS. love and sex spells are your expertise; saving your client’s relationships and marriage with your witchcraft. you’d never go out your way to ruin them, until, you meet the handsome married man geto suguru…

𖤐 WARNINGS. witch disguised as sex therapist, implied homewrecking, slight yandere, witchcraft, seduction, impersonation, bodysnatching, body/soul possession, toxicity, eventual smut, horror/thriller themes.

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Ancient love magic, love spells, sex rituals, charms, potions, invocations, incantations, enchantments, runes, hexes, witchcraft.

300 years ago around the early 15th century, you’ve grown as a love witch; mastering the most powerful love and sex spells that many others failed to do. Some covens never knew of this magic nor practiced them, which is why you’ve been protecting it. You were mostly an independent witch your whole life, keeping yourself hidden and far away from the town and its people.

Most of these love spells weren’t learned from the ancient books you came across. You were taught from the love deities themselves; Venus, Krishna, Eos, Aphrodite, and so on. Goddesses that were associated with romance, lust, and sexuality were your teachers for several years. And in exchange, all you had to do was honor them through ritual, prayer, offerings, and most importantly keeping your sexual energy and prowess protected.

It wasn’t until one evening during the witch-hunt period, you fell in love with a man you’ve been seeing. A man that was bewitched and under all your spells, using them to keep him around longer. You loved him so much that you were willing to give up practicing witchcraft and gain your years of humanity back; everything that you missed out on and being a normal, regular citizen living your youth…

Sadly, the good memories and moments you shared just had to end so abruptly. It was hard to keep your witch life hidden, even though you believed nobody would suspect you. When he found your secret basement where all your witchcraft books, candles, pentagrams, cauldrons, and many other powerful objects were hidden, you were outed immediately.

At least you were protected by your divine spirits and guardian angels during the chase. Nobody found you nor did you get burned at the stake, thankfully. You were also able to find a remote location away from civilization, but it was difficult living like this; not being able to retain a normal life with your humanity. But the goddesses noticed, giving you the gift of staying youthful, young, and beautiful forever until the end of time. When the witch-hunt period passed, you managed to live for centuries finally enjoying a normal life through different eras and generations without time catching up.

You’ve then decided to never use your love spells on the people you have an eye on; instead, you wanted to help others.

Fast forward to present time, you were a licensed couples counselor, relationship advisor, and sex therapist. You’ve been helping broken relationships and marriages with your “wise advice” when really you were just doing your love spells behind the scenes. Of course, all their problems went away and customers would give their best reviews and really good pay. The same with sex therapy too; when in need of advice on how to spice things up in bed, you offer it while manifesting the most powerful and passionate sexual energy for them. And ‘till this day, you still honor your love deities even though they retired as your teachers centuries ago.

“Doctor Y/N is ready to see you now,” said your secretary, opening your office doors as your next male client sauntered in.

When your gaze flickered to the man’s face, in that mere, fleeting moment, something alluring about him blossomed within you. Settling on those deep and dark eyes as if linked to the primordial abyss— his charm, beauty, presence, and his energy alone had you hopelessly afflicted…! You haven’t felt such powerful infatuation and attraction in centuries that it was like discovering parts of you that were hidden beneath… What was it about this stranger and his sexual energy that you were oddly drawn to?

You forced yourself from your perverse thoughts and professionally greeted him just like any other client. “Afternoon, you must be Suguru. How are you today?”

“I’m good, how are you?” he coaxed as he sat across from your sofa, the sultry in his voice as smooth as molasses and so ravagingly rich in flavor. So hypnotizing and much more powerful than any enchantment. And his aura was so passionate and bright as the sun, radiant and all illuminating, like a lotus flower bathing on a still pond.

You sighed deeply and recomposed yourself as you sat down. “I’m doing good,” you beamed, not realizing you were all doe-eyed towards him. “You, uh, want anything to drink before we start?”

The way he smiled and chuckled softly out of nervousness was so precious to descry. “No, no. I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”

“So, what brings you to this session?”

Your eyes never left Geto’s face as if he was etched deep within your skin, watching him exhale deeply from his agitation. “A close friend of mine recommended you to me. You’re a very skilled therapist and I’ve seen lots of good reviews about you. You must be really good at your job.”

“Thank you,” you beamed, feeling your heart skip a beat from his compliment. “I love what I do and it’s very heartwarming to hear from my clients that they’re satisfied after our sessions.”

“That’s very good to hear, doctor.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Me? Ah… just a little,” he faltered. “I’ve never been to a sex therapist before and I never really talk about my wife and I’s sex life.”

Wife?

Just hearing that come out of those saccharine lips of his had the synapses of your brain frozen. The image of him married, spending the rest of his life with another woman ripped your mind up like a vice and paralyzed you. Immediately the silver titanium wedding ring caught your eye. It felt as if you only had one second to go through all five stages of grief and then force yourself to remain composed and professional.

You. Would. Never.

You were strictly against ruining people’s relationships and marriage. You’d never have just a fleeting thought of homewrecking someone’s marriage or promoting infidelity. It would be a major taboo as a witch! But then again, there was this feeling inside that was screaming at you to keep this man and his sexual energy wrapped around your finger… at a safe and professional distance.

You swallowed thickly. “Oh, that’s okay. That’s normal, Suguru! But in order for you to open up to me, I’m going to ask a few questions about you and your wife’s sex life, will that be fine?”

“Yes, please,” he gestured.

“Can you provide your sexual history? Like when was the last time you had sex with her?”

The moment he had to think about it, you knew where this was going. You almost felt pity. “Uh… I believe three weeks ago? I know, that sounds a little unusual, but, we’ve been very busy lately.”

“I see. Are you guys at least intimate and loving with each other outside of sex, though?”

“Oh, yeah. We’re very passionate with each other. My wife is very charismatic, endearing, beautiful... there’s so much I love about her. But when we we’re in bed, she still wants to take things slow; even though we’re very comfortable with each other. We mostly make love. You know, soft vanilla sex; not that there’s anything wrong with that. I would never pressure her to do something that she’s uncomfortable with. But, I came to you today because… I want to be more experimental with her. I want to spice things up in the bed and make sure she’s enjoying it. And even though I communicate about it to her, she’s still closed off about it. How can I make her open up to me?”

You hummed, trying not to go crazy over the fantasies of him making love like those passionate sex scenes you’ve seen in movies or homemade porn. “I’ve dealt with several clients experiencing that same reluctance your wife has. There’s a variety of reasons; she’s either very shy and awkward about it, or she’s just disgusted about sex in general. Low libido also contributes. It’s extremely common nowadays in women.”

Geto had a dejected sigh, worried about his wife. “Do you mind elaborating, doctor..?”

“When it comes to sex, not all women can voice out what they want. It doesn’t mean that there is something wrong; it just means she’s naturally shy about sex, and that’s completely normal,” you explained. “If your wife seems to want to make you happy in bed but is also reluctant, you should try reassuring to her that you love her, and your desire for a more exciting sex life doesn’t mean that you don’t love and desire her already. Tell her what you’ve done before and what you haven’t. She may feel more secure about trying something new with you. And express why you want a more exciting sex life with her.”

“I really hope I didn’t make her feel that way. God, I would be sick to my stomach if I ever made her feel insecure about herself. What is it about me that makes her… shy?”

You lean back on your sofa, smoothing out your long skirt while trying not to rub your thighs together. You’ve never felt such forbidden lust for a client before, especially a married man. It felt as if you were under a spell instead.

“Um, well— your presence and your aura just radiate… dominance to me,” you piqued while tilting your head. “It’s like… you know what you want and how to get it so easily. A shy woman wouldn’t even dare to take control. In order for that not to happen, allow her to empathize with your awkwardness or shyness about some things in bed. She’ll be a lot more willing to open up to you in return.”

His strong devotion to pleasure his wife was so intense to you. It made your chest thunder and your stomach twist; you had no idea what was going on with you and this stranger’s energy invading into yours. Just how powerful is his lust that it’s making you not think straight? You were feeling needy and filthy, and your energy was drawn into him and him only.

“I see... well, you’re right. I’m feeling a lot more confident that after taking in your advice and support, we’ll definitely cooperate together. She doesn’t have to be all shy with me. We can just work through it together, right?”

You agreed. For the past 30 minutes of spending more time knowing about Geto and his wife in order for the sex rituals to work, you asked more questions and went through the regular procedures of sex therapy. But the more you lingered with him, the more the tension thickened. Suguru had you infatuated and distracted. And even though he had a wife, you couldn’t help but feel such strong attraction. You tried your best not to seduce him. You tried your best to not let your mind wander off into filthy fantasies of him. But the furtive heat and wetness pooling between your legs felt as if it was transmitting onto your sofa. You had this erratic throbbing in the walls of your pussy the more you interacted with him. And you had no fucking clue why.

When Suguru left, you immediately had to take care of yourself. Keeping a spare vibrator in your drawer, you locked the doors and sat down on the sofa Geto was sitting on, spreading your legs while getting off to the vibrator stimulating your aching clit. You’ve abandoned your shame long ago about masturbating in your office on your break; you needed this badly. But such lust and fervor has never felt so urgent in your life that it heavily concerned you.

You moaned as softly as you could, having to muffle yourself to not let anyone nearby hear. And after cumming this fast for the first time in ages, you cleaned yourself up and got ready to leave for home and perform the sex ritual for Geto and his wife. You had to keep pushing away your jealousy in order to satisfy him. The spell would backfire if there were any feelings evolved, anyways. Never has this ever happened to you, though; for centuries you never knew your body could react this way over a man.

What’s spine-chilling was not even knowing why this was happening all of a sudden and why it’s happening in this time and age. It’s like your sexual energy and prowess that you’ve been protecting took over your poise, immobilizing your chaste and unleashing your inner promiscuity, like a deadly parasite attached to you and wanting to feed off it. And for Geto Suguru, a married man and loving husband, his mystifying sexual energy was enough to corrupt you entirely.

I have to stay away from him.

But, if the spell backfires, his marriage would be ruined forever…

That would be my first ever failure as a sexual therapist and healer.

You finally got home and headed to your magicarium, which is your basement with all your witchcraft and magic objects organized neatly. It was time for you to let go of Geto Suguru and only focus on improving his marriage and sex life. Stay professional and proceed with the ritual; then you’ll never have to see or even think of him. You rushed around like this was a life-endangering emergency, gathering everything that you needed. But as you were preparing your ingredients, you suddenly thought about a short-term memory loss spell.

Could that work..?

Since it’s a spell that hasn’t been used in several years, you had to go through all your bookshelves filled with thousands of spells and enchantments. Everything witchcraft related. You tried searching through your potions and journal entries, desperately looking everywhere just to get that man out of your mind. But as you were skimming one last time through your bookshelf, a thick book of various rituals fell down from the shelf.

When you head over to pick it up, the title and the cover caught your eye; something entirely different, something you’ve never performed successfully thousands of years ago; body and soul possession.

Your heart was rapidly racing in your chest for absolutely no reason. Then, you felt it again; your energy being drawn into a force you knew was corrupted… But instead of your sexual energy, it was your impulsiveness. You can feel it pounding inside your head, all the thoughts digging pathways into your brain more agonizing than any migraine. What was going on? What’s happening to you? Why are you feeling like this…?

You dropped the book to hold your face from the rush of anxiety, emitting a loud thud on the floor and opening to a random page right below. When you glanced down and read the subheading, only then had you realized what you fallen into…

This wasn’t witchcraft. It was all demon magic. Black magic. Corrosive to the soul, a diabolic price to pay. You get on your knees and proceed to read the spell out of curiosity:

Body and soul possession: Every intricate detail of this spell is uniquely crafted to mirror your aspirations, summoning the cosmic forces to reshape your physical existence. To perform body and soul possession, one must chant the incantation 3 times during the witching hour on full moon. Allow your soul to possess the other individual’s body and mind, letting go of your old self and feeling reborn into a new life. Your motivation, rapacity, greed, and selfish desires must be intense and strong enough for the body and soul possession to succeed. There will be no going back to your original form if you follow this method, however…

And in that moment, something shifted within you. You could feel the tides of time coming to a halt as sinister impulses took over you, an expulsion of foreign energy spreading like cursed blood in your veins. Imprisoning your lust for what felt like several years had now been released, your energy now lascivious and greedy to satisfy your primal needs. You’ve betrayed your true nature of being a passionate, endearing couples counselor. You failed to protect what your deities have been protecting for you. You’re now a victim to your own rapacious desire, enslaved to this rhythm of such unquenchable fire.

Your entire life, you’ve been stuck in a body that never ages. You’ve lost your friends and families from centuries ago while you get to live as this immortal witch, staying young forever and scorching the earth. But not anymore; no matter how many times you’ve tried dying, tried breaking your curse, tried being reincarnated to a mortal woman, and tried black magic that backfired, you finally found a new life to look forward to. A way you can finally free yourself.

Geto Suguru’s wife was the perfect body to possess. And with your soul inside of her body, you can finally have a taste of his energy you’ve been craving for the longest.

He will be yours to keep forever.

To execute this plan, you had to wait a couple of weeks for the full moon that falls on October 28th this year. It was an agonizing wait, so you decided to pretend things were all going normal and resumed your regular schedule for work. When you performed the sex ritual for Geto and his temporary wife, you just had to know for yourself how it all goes down. And how do you do this? By stalking them both at their house.

A day later after the ritual, you cast another spell that lets you mind control a crow and see through their eyes. The crow was perched on their windowsill, watching as Geto came home from work with his blazer draped over his arm and his body fatigued. His wife then comes in a few seconds later, arms opened for a tight embrace.

“…Hey, hey. I missed you a lot, too,” Geto chuckled as he kissed her cheek. “What’s all this, hm?”

The smile on his face was out of subtle bewilderment, as if he was stunned from his wife all over him like there was no tomorrow, greeting him with kisses all over his face. Evidence that the spell was beginning to work.

“What? I just missed you,” she coaxed, diving into a deep, passionate kiss with him that it made your stomach churn as you watched. “Dinner’s also ready.”

Geto’s lips brush the crook of her neck, taking in the scent of her enhanced pheremones. You can immediately tell by his longing expression that he was already turned on, gliding his hands down her body. But knowing his limits, he purposefully held himself back from taking her on right there.

“You smell… really good,” he whispers. “I’d rather have you for dinner instead.”

The two of them laughed it off, his wife taking his hand to bring him into the kitchen. The rest of their banter was blurred out of your mind when all you thought about was how intimate Geto was. Replaying the way he held her, how he kissed her. Such a loyal, loving husband with powerful underlying sexual energy you were dying to have a taste of.

It was nice to see your magic working perfectly, but that wasn’t your main concern. Not once in your life you ever doubted your love and sex spells. But in this very moment, your main focus was her. Knowing everything about her life, from her identity, schedule, routine, background, personality, etc. in order to take her place and possess her body.

Their dinner conversation was going on for too long. You needed to know more about their life at home and in public together. Just absorbing his wife’s memories wouldn’t even be enough. It’s gonna take a lot for you to fit in this new life, but you were heavily dedicated. And it wouldn’t be that difficult with so many spells you’ve practiced for eternity.

When nightfall finally approaches, the energy in the bedroom was enough to intoxicate your bloodstream. Even from several miles way it invaded you like fire in your ribs and coals upon your tongue, fueling you with such fervor. It seems that the couple had communicated with each other effectively, expressing all of their desires and fantasies in bed. A passionate, special night for them indeed; but it was such a shame that this won’t be going on for long.

Still stalking from the eyes of a crow, the feathers blended with the pitch black sky as you stayed perched by their windows. Geto Suguru has never looked so yummy to you; his body, his face, the size of his big cock… you wanted to get off so bad by the heavenly sight of him. It was already too late to pull away since you were drawn into the energy flowing in the room.

At first, he was so gentle with her. Checking up with her every few minutes as he was going down on her and caressing her body. You were too aroused by this; way too aroused from how he was eating her pussy out. If you closed your eyes and tried enough, you could picture him eating you out instead. Wondering how you would react as Geto kept teasing, making you pull onto his bedsheets that begins to stick onto your skin, crying out his name as you grind your hips on his face...

Then you watched as she got on his knees, gazing up at him with the most tantalizing look in her eyes. You sensed that she was an amateur; her first time ever going down on a male. Geto was still being gentle, willing to guide her and teach her. It was a slow process; but fuck, if only that were you instead. The tight circle of your lips rolling upwards and downwards, peering through your eyelashes and pinning your gaze on him the whole time until he had the urge to fuck your throat... Oh, he’ll have no fucking idea.

You can also hear him talking her through it. Praising her taking his dick so good, but also calling her “my little slut.” God, if only that were you. Showing his gentle dominance that gradually switches to a rough, degrading dom that loves putting a woman in her place. Fucking her until she cries, until she screams, until she orgasms multiple times. That was the kind of energy from Geto that you sensed; all that repressed rough fantasies and desires that he’s been holding back on for so long were bound to come out.

Such a shame, Suguru. She was the first to experience how much of a filthy person you really are deep down...

It’s unbelievable that this man hasn’t laid one finger on you or stood within your presence up close; yet he’s the only man that’s making you muffle your moans and whines out of shame in your own home. Playing with yourself, getting off to this filthy sight… no man has ever had you become this pathetic ever. But deep down, you secretly loved it; as if he’s given you all the power to ruin yourself. That once he lays a finger on you, you want him to make it hurt real good…

The stalking mission became worse as the days gone by, but at least you were making tons of progress retaining information. Whenever the couple wasn’t home, you’d find yourself roaming about inside, sneaking in through their mirrors. You analyzed every room in their home, the way every decoration was arranged, the way their drawers were organized, the food that makes up their pantry, the books that they read, mostly everything until his wife comes home from work. You had to know about where she works, what kind of car she drives, and what exactly she does.

While handling other clients back at work, Geto’s session would occur once a week over Zoom meetings. You got to “officially” meet his wife, putting on a polite and professional facade as you continued “advising” them and following sex therapy procedures. But this mission was all you were invested in for weeks, now taking off so many days from your job just to focus on the couple. It was also fascinating to witness how far they came from their timid sex experience to the point they’ve fucked all over the house every day and night, taking their sexual frustrations out on each other and then having the sweetest, intimate aftercare.

But it wasn’t until your blazing envy and prolonged jealousy of his wife provoked you; You wanted to drain her energy that she was sharing with Geto by psychologically torturing her every few nights. She needed to know that there was someone out there, lurking in the vulnerable edges of her mind, always watching her nearby. Standing beside her bed at night, watching her deep in her slumber. You were a snake slithered into position and ready to strike. Your unsettling presence then waking her up in the middle of the night, shooting up from her bed with a startled gasp and looking around to find nobody.

The hunt for her was never going to stop. All the times she would be alone, whether at work or at home doing chores, you’d torment her with dark magic that paralyzes her with this sinking sensation of diabolical fear and painful turmoil. You gained such satisfaction and amusement out of this, threatening her in the most sinister ways that was all in her head. That was the beauty of black magic and witchcraft; getting exactly what you want out of something standing in your way.

The 28th was finally here. Your mind is screaming at you that it’s time. This was the last night of your mundane life as a witch and being reborn as a normal human being, finally getting a taste of death. There was nothing to miss from a life of immortality. There was no point in honoring your love deities since they don’t come around anymore. And as much as you loved your career in couples counseling, it was time to “retire.”

With your soul leaving your body forever, you decided to leave yourself in a remote location where no one could find your body. You emptied out your whole house as if you moved out and sold it. All of your witchcraft books and powerful objects were stored in another spare underground magicarium you used for centuries, safely hidden and guarded where no one else could find or trespass.

The shroud of night draws nigh, darkness swallowing every last bit of light on earth. At a darkened alleyway, you find his wife walking to the parking lot after her shift. The air around falls colder, sending a shiver coursing down her spine. You can see her but she can’t see you. But she can feel you. You want her to feel you reaping on her. You kept your eyes on her like a prowling wolf seeing their prey on the periphery of their new territory. The eerie, icy silence was enough to make all the hair rise on her skin.

Te video.

You tread so fondly and almost too carefully, ever so gracefully near her body, but as light as a rare breeze in a scorching desert. She still can’t see you, but she heard you; your wintry, delicate whispers of wicked incantations that reverberated in her ears and soaked into the air. She halted on her pathway and averted her head around in alarm, her breathing growing rapid and her eyes darting at every corner.

Such a fickle soul she was, perfect to be tormented alone in a dismal night like this. As much as you wanted her gone, you couldn’t help but take predatory thrill in agonizing a soul like hers that was soon to face the worse demise.

Tu es mortua mulier…

Tu autem ad me pertinent…

She let out a yelp when her head began throbbing, seeing the world around her spin as if she was nauseous. Your incantations now scream in her ears like a shrieking banshee, seizing every fiber of her being in bone-chilling horror. She holds onto the rough concrete wall and kept her head low like she was going to vomit, panting heavily until her heartbeat expelled all of the air from her lungs.

The lamps on the alleyway begin to flicker erratically. A flock of crows caw loudly as they fly fast up above. There were no sounds of cars. No sign of people around. She was a victim trapped in your menacing mind, twisting her reality into a night terror, almost resembling a bad drug trip.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

The woman turned her head ever so slowly to a puddle beside her, leaky water from a ledge dripping on its rippling surface. She leans forward to stare at her reflection, her facial expression mixed with tumult and distorted curiosity. With the alleyway being dark, seeing herself this way was like staring at a helpless version of herself lost in an abyss. Sunken away, forgotten from the world, never to be heard from again…

“No, I— I need to get back,” she uttered to herself. “I need to go home.”

Excipio.

Lured by your incantations messing with her head once again, her eyes follow the direction the sudden gush of wind drifted, all the way to the end of the alleyway. But what she didn’t know, the moment she took her curious eyes off the puddle that suddenly rippled, her reflection was not mirroring her at all.

Her reflection curves a wicked smirk at the corner of her lips, eyes widening as if a feral predator finally cornered their puny prey. In a blink of an eye, you can hear the wife screaming when your hand reached out of the puddle and grabbed her. How unfortunate that her screaming and crying for help was futile, trying her hardest to fight back such a deadly force. She should’ve known it was the last night of her life.

Munera porto mea consortes, corpora muta per auras...

She screams, she shrieks, she struggles with the black water coming out from the puddle transfiguring into a solid rope to bind her wrists behind her head, pinning her down to the ground.

Munera porto mea consortes, corpora muta per auras…

Her head suddenly shoots back with her mouth agape, a sign that she’s no longer in control of her own body. Her eyes start to glow and her limbs completely freeze like a deer in headlights. You can feel your soul resonating into her body as you kept repeating the incantation. She tried fighting it; she really tried her best fighting to keep her own body, like pulling a tooth with a string. But nothing could beat dark magic, finally eating away her soul and energy until she feels herself withering away. Finally cascading on her heart, her mind, body, and soul is now a lost one, somewhere drowning in a deep and dark abyss.

It was time to go home to your husband.

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Something shifted in the air when Geto was at home that night.

That feeling of needles piercing on the sides of his body for just a fleeting second. A random shiver running down his spine. A wave of nausea cascading in his stomach. His gut suddenly twisting out of nowhere. He had no idea why he felt this way; why this agitation suddenly washed over him. The last time he endured a gut-wrenching feeling like this was months ago for his first sex therapy session, which he found out Doctor Y/N no longer works there.

Thank goodness for her. If it weren’t for her advice, my wife wouldn’t be as confident in bed with me as she is now, he marveled in his head.

Geto was in the kitchen chopping up vegetables. Saturdays are when his wife comes home late for working overtime, which means he has to prepare dinner tonight. But what utterly surprised him was her coming home earlier than the usual time she arrives.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Of course, greeting each other after coming home from work was a normal thing they do everyday. But your enthusiasm coming home after working 10 hours was just a little anomalous to Geto. But it shouldn’t even be that big of a deal, right..? Maybe she has exciting news. Maybe she’s just happy to come home early. He would admit, her enthusiasm was just adorable. Any expression of happiness and joy from his wife was a beautiful sight to witness.

You make your way to the kitchen, immediately coming together to embrace. Geto felt his lungs closing in on him from how tight you were hugging him, squeezing all the oxygen out of him that he didn’t have enough time to register it.

“Oh my goodness— baby,” he chuckled breathlessly, sliding his hand down to hold your waist. His caresses drizzled under your skin, lulling you and feeling his body heat radiating onto you. Oh, his scent was just enough to send your desires and wanton lust ablaze. Starved of love for far too long, it felt painful deep down, like having an appetite for something unreachable.

“How was work? Everything okay?” Geto’s eyebrows slightly drew together, mentally contemplating this sudden rush of energy you had compared to this morning where you were all groggily and not in the mood for work.

You kept touching him, fiddling with his collar and running your hands down his chest. You couldn’t believe you were finally this close to him; it made you so nervous deep down. His physique was a masterpiece of curvaceous precision, artwork sculpted and delicately lined that you’ve adorned ever since you first laid your eyes on him. It was like doing a reality check to see if this was all real and not just a forbidden fantasy, that Geto Suguru truly belonged to you. Admiring him like an award, rather, a prized possession that you worked so hard to achieve.

“Work was… tiring,” you reply with a feigned sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I was also distracted today, too…”

“Oh? And why is that?” He smirked and inched his lips closer, giving you exactly what you wanted that you just couldn’t bare holding back longer. How can you crave something so rich and true that existence felt like it paled in comparison?

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you at work,” you muttered coyly. “Especially about this morning when you took care of me…”

“Oh, baby…” Geto held onto your hips as he guided you gently to the counter behind you. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

The way your eyes glimmered with passion and fire was so ravishing to him. He knows just how bad you want it, until he suddenly thought about the vegetables that were unfinished.

“…But, I gotta feed you first. You’ve been working so hard. You must be exhausted.”

With a soft kiss on the forehead, Geto walks back over to where the cutting board of vegetables laid, grabbing the knife and continuing to chop. You’ve never got to experience a domestic life with a man this way. He was the ideal, perfect husband. Financially supportive, stable, loyal, loving, housekeeping, all of the qualities and categories you’ve observed while stalking him several weeks prior. But god, you couldn’t wait to physically and spiritually experience the way he is in bed…

The rest of the evening you were getting ready upstairs, then headed down to the kitchen a few minutes later to aid him in preparing. Nothing unusual, unordinary, or out of place happening as the rest of the evening went on. You adjusted pretty quickly with the aid of his wife’s memories that you absorbed. You knew what food he liked, how to operate the stoves and other kitchen supplies, how they set the table, what time they usually eat dinner, and so on. And of course, a sprinkle of flirting here and there.

“Hm. Did you add something?” Geto asks after he ate a spoonful of the food you helped making at the dinner table. “I never tasted Zaru Soba like this before. I thought you’d always follow the same recipe.”

You panicked, not knowing that you might have accidentally changed something and tension would suddenly form over small stuff like this. “Um— I just felt a little… experimental today. I’m sorry if you don’t like it.”

“No, no, honey,” he chuckles, reaching over to hold your hand in reassurance. “It doesn’t taste bad. I just thought… this was your family recipe and you stuck with it for years. But no harm in adding something new, right?”

You chuckled it off, trying to recompose yourself from the rapid beating of your heart. Perhaps there were major differences between you and his wife that would take time to adjust. However, you refused. Geto, on the other hand, scrutinized your little mannerisms like always. He’s attracted to every small thing his wife does; whether it’d be the way she sits, the way she speaks, the cute facial expressions she makes that makes him want to figure out what she’s thinking about. But for some reason, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what you’re thinking or how you’re feeling tonight.

Saturday evening dinners, he knows that you’re tired. Drained, enervated, and groggy all because of work. His wife would eat more slowly and frequently grab the pitcher on the table to keep refilling her glass from dehydration. The water in the pitcher would be iced as well, but tonight you left it at room temperature. You were almost finished with your plate, which is unusual because Geto always finishes his food before you, just so he can sit, talk, and listen as you ate. And the way you sat as well; usually you’d be slouching and massaging your thighs because of soreness and cramps and stress. Right now, your leg was folded on the other and your back seemed perfectly fine, shoulders pushed back like how you would sit in the fancy restaurants he would take you. But he knows just how comfortable you are with him at home that you don’t even have to act all modest and fancy.

How weird. I never overthink about my wife and her wellbeing, Geto vacillated in his mind. She’s just in a good mood..! There’s nothing wrong with her. Nothing about her changed at all…

“What are you thinking about, hm?” you coaxed, rubbing your foot against his leg under the table it caught him off guard. Your gaze flickers onto his, the heated look in your eyes seeping into his skin like water in a wound. The way you take him in was something he’s never seen nor felt before. His wife’s “fuck-me” eyes would be more submissive, more doe-eyed, more slothful, more yearning. That glimmer in your eyes that makes him lose his mind… But the look you gave him just now was enough to penetrate his psyche; rapacious, calculated, greedy— like a predator feening on its prey that it captured, having him all to yourself.

“Ah, I was just…”

Geto’s been contemplating the past ten minutes that he wasn’t even able to register you leaning in closer to kiss him. But it wasn’t just any soft, passionate kiss like you were trying to soothe him or give a loving, tender gesture. The way you kissed him was out of urgency, as if a rush of adrenaline took over you. The greed and desire he could see in your eyes earlier resonated in the kiss. He was confused, but at the same time… he couldn’t resist the way you clung onto him like he’s the only solid thing in your hazy world.

Your bodies bled into one as he kissed you, picking you up just to set you down on the dining table. As much as he wanted to be gentle with you, you were the one that kept devouring farther and rougher in his mouth, turning the kiss sloppy and barricading your hearing with heavy breathing. You’ve been wanting this ever since he stepped foot into your office that day. To feel his ravenous, depraved sexual energy coursing in your veins and setting your ribs on fire. Your wild ecstasy was fulfilling you so incredibly, an insatiable hunger and frenzy growing right at its peak that it greeds for more…!

“Fuck— wait, baby,” Geto breathed out in between kisses, still astounded from how energetic and horny you were despite working a 10 hour shift. “You still haven’t told me about work… What happened? Why are you so worked up tonight, hm?”

“I’ll tell you later,” you purred in his ear, realizing just how good you were at improvising and playing along. “Right now I just want you, Suguru… I want you right here on this table.”

“You didn’t have to tell me twice. I’ll fuck you until the legs of this table breaks.”

Arousal has never felt this intense; maybe you were much more wild and ravenous than Geto deep down. Like an animal driven by nothing more than the primal need to claim him as your own. He could feel how wet and hot you were for him just by lightly brushing his fingertips on your panties, seeing you squirm and grind your hips against him just for friction. Your body’s reaction and your desperation were so adorable to him it made his cock stir in his pants. Perhaps this was the only way to make him stop overthinking about the small stuff and get over it.

Suguru lowered himself down as he pushed your panties to the side. “I’ll eat this pretty pussy out from the back and then fuck you like I always do…”

You could feel him licking the glistening juices off your skin, savoring the taste and the delicate scent that drove him fucking insane. He proceeded to push a finger inside you, so slick and wet for him, emitting whimpers and moans out of your mouth. He adored hearing you make such filthy noises that reverberate off the walls. And he loved whenever you bucked against his face as his fingers curled inside you, hitting the spot and sucking on your clit that he knows drives his wife insane. He would never go on without eating her pussy; not just for her pleasure, but his pleasure as well.

He was also a man that kept his promises; several moments later your head was pinned down on the table as he fucked you so viciously on the table that you were on your tip toes. Shameless moans soaking into the air, his thrusts so rough that the table moved inch by inch on the floor it started creaking. You could finally feel it; you could taste it, you could down it like a drug, you enthralled in his sexual energy… An ecstatic feeling blooming like knots in your stomach and acquainting many unfamiliar parts of you that you never knew were there. Nearly knocked out of air, your vision becomes hazy as he fucks you through your orgasm, past the point where you're crying two octaves higher than you're used to.

Geto has never seen his wife come so hard like that. As if he finally awakened her inner whore, overtaking the pleasure instead of surrendering to it just to soothe her. Oh, she wanted more. She wanted to make it hurt. Make her lose her mind. It made his cock throb when he could see how greedy you really were, how you were so writhed with lust and addicted to the drunken-like feeling when you orgasm all over his cock. As much as he wanted to be the gentle dom he always was to his wife, something about tonight and the exchange of energy in the kitchen made him wild. He was hungry. He was ravenous…

I’ve never felt this way before, he thought to himself. As if my wife bewitched me or something…

If only the poor man knew. Because for the next few days and nights at the Suguru residence, things started feeling different.

Specifically with his wife.

Sure, your sex life together has improved ever since the sex therapy sessions with Doctor Y/N. He was able to indulge in some of his fantasies, including his wife’s. But sometimes it would get out of control; less intimate, less emotional, and more of a way to “get each other off” kinda thing. It wasn’t sex or making love… It was just fucking. He wanted this to be a balance between the passion and roughness. But it was leaning too far into roughness...

Aside what’s been going on in the bedroom, he started taking note of all the small mannerisms and things you do again. Recounting the time of how you started falling asleep way later than him now. The time you reorganized your beauty products and stopped using majority of them, which is unusual because you were obsessed with those specific makeup brands. Even your style and fashion taste is a tad bit different now, especially when you’re off to work— A little more provocative, he would describe. And the fact that you were suddenly all spiritual and astrological, which is extremely odd since that’s one of Geto’s expertise and his wife was unfamiliar with it.

You were never this… bold or outgoing. Out and about in public, you’d be so engaging, eloquent, and confident; the traits of an independent, feminine woman. It may be astonishing to see you’re out of your comfort zone, but seeing this behavior come out of nowhere rather than gradually made him overthink. It was like a light switch where the personality he fell in love with completely reformed itself in just a mere second. You don’t even drink that much either, until, Geto came home one night to you drinking tequila. He knew that too much would make his wife throw up, but taking it away from you suddenly stirred up an argument.

“The Hell’s wrong with you? Why are you acting so weird, lately?” he chided.

“What do you mean I’m being weird? I’m your wife, for fuck’s sake. This is how I normally am!”

“You know that your alcohol tolerance is low with tequila. Give it to me. You’re drunk!”

Your body temperature is even different when you’re cuddling together that it concerned him. And the fragrance you wear that he was so addicted to began to change as well. It was unsettling to even think of or witness, but then again, he kept constantly gaslighting himself that you’re really his wife. Physically the same, like her eyes, hair, face, body, and all... Nothing really changed about your appearance except for the new hairstyles you do and the attires you wear now. You stuck with your regular routine and schedule, knew how everything in the house works, remembered important dates, car payments and all that… There wasn’t anything out of order pertaining to physical matters.

But this gut feeling he endured four weeks ago when you came home on the 28th just couldn’t stop churning in him… There’s a fear that hides in a corner of his brain. Deeper than what he overthinks, like his intrusive thoughts.

No. Couldn’t be.

Why would I think such a thing about her?

He studied his wife again, who was napping right on his lap. Your face remained nonchalant and emotionless as you slept, which was also odd. Usually she would have her lips slightly perched apart as she’s deep in slumber, softly breathing. Sound asleep just like a baby that makes him want to plant kisses all over her precious face. But now you look like you don’t want to be bothered or woken up.

Then he found himself staring at the photos hung on the wall. Their wedding pictures, their anniversaries, vacations, and family gatherings all made him oddly nostalgic, like he’s never going to experience these precious moments of time ever again. He kept staring at his wife on the photos; timid, shy, but undeniably adorable. He really brought the best out of her as she did for him as well. But why does it feel like the woman on the photos is not the same woman laying on his lap right now?

I can’t be having thoughts like this, he panicked. I don’t want to have thoughts like this.

That’s my wife. I married her.

Why would she be any different?

More time had passed, and Geto’s gut feeling kept scorching in him like an endless flame. Because it wasn’t just this bottomless pit of anxiety swirling in his stomach. An irrational fear, fairly similar to paranoia and anxiety, like something or someone is watching him. Keeping him close by. Prompting him to keep looking back over his shoulder, or feel his skin crawl during the nights he struggles to fall asleep over this bullshit.

There were some unsettling nights with his wife. As if her presence, her aura, everything about her energy resonated to him as… caution. Eerie, abnormal, grim. When he first met his wife, she was a sweetheart, a delicate woman; the moment she steps into the room, his body would blossom with unending ecstasy and rapture. He was smitten, madly in love. It made him want to protect her, to hold her all day, to devote himself to her forever… But now he feels the need to shield himself, to keep some distance away from her, and try not to “provoke” her like she’s a deadly predator that’s keeping her prey hostage, ready to strike at any minute. And even though he tried communicating to her about what he feels, it was straight to rough make-up sex. But her strange, erratic behavior still never changes…

Give me a sign, universe, if my gut feeling about my wife is correct…

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There really was no other way.

It’s a sad reality that people can just change in a snap of a finger. Watching the people that you sincerely care for and love the most just become a whole different person is gut-wrenching and agonizing to bare. Geto couldn’t handle this. He couldn’t understand how this all happened, completely changing the course of the beautiful future him and his wife planned together.

It was impossible to put his finger on. Was his wife really putting on a facade this whole time around him? No. He never questioned anything about her until now and it freaked him out. Seeing her change and act like a whole other person in over a span of a few weeks was just impractical. But at the same time, he couldn’t keep lying to himself anymore.

He had his bags ready with everything he needed just to get away for a couple of days. There was obviously that lingering regret that he might be making the wrong choice. But he was a man that always trusted his gut; never has he ever endured this feeling of every nerve of his body being on high alert. Frozen, tangled in a heap of himself. But because his body had failed him, his mind bears the weight. Like speeding through every option, every possible source of control.

Once you left to go buy food, he was ready to go. Driving far away to the finished lakehouse which is one of the properties he owns, but never took his wife yet since it was under construction for a few months. Never looking back, trying so hard not to dwell on his emotions. His wife’s attitude, behavior, actions… everything was all elusive to him. The way it invaded his mind was the sign all along— a warning, rather. And then there’s this paralyzing belief that led him to his intrusive thoughts, like an insane theory that she is someone else, someone new living in her skin, taking over her body…

My wife is gone. Someone killed her.

That was the mindset he forced himself to conjecture. The drive was two and a half hours, and even though he believed that he left everything behind with no trace, there was that same symphony of paranoia causing a cacophony in his mind. That dreadful feeling of being followed or watched when he leasts expects it. The sinking feeling of making the wrong choice and it was all in his head. His anxiety would even skyrocket if a black Audi, the car his “wife” drives, started following him for more than five minutes.

She’s gone. She’s not coming back.

When he finally made it to the lake house, he was absolutely lost. He’s never felt this alone without the love of his life. He knew that his life, his body, his soul would be devoid without her, and it felt as if he had been grieving, still in denial about what happened. He just couldn’t let her go, but then again… that’s not the same woman he met four years ago.

She’s not going to find you here, he promised himself. Stop being paranoid now. It’s over. She’s gone.

The sunset radiated a soft glow right through the wide windows, feeling his body soothe from all that nausea-induced anxiety and paranoia. Reconnecting with nature; that was exactly what he needed the most. Reveling in the crisp breeze and the lingering scent of pine trees, Autumn was the season that he associated his wife with. Consuming everything pumpkin flavored, raking the orange and yellow leaves littering their yard, being able to wear her favorite sweaters again…

Stop reminding yourself of her. She’s dead.

As he was meditating and alleviating himself with tea the past few minutes, it was already nightfall. The stars were sloshing behind moldy gray clouds. The moon was a waning gibbous, shyly peaking from the shadows with one of its symmetrical sides. He needed to relish in this beautiful moment of tranquility and let himself go from reality.

But it wasn’t until the loud caw of a crow from nearby startled him, perched right on the balcony’s railing just to stare into his eyes. Too enervated from the situation, he ignored it and just went back inside, locking all the doors and windows and closing the blinds. So much pain weighing down on his heart to bear, clinging to his skin like static and stalking him like his own shadow. He was tired. He wanted to sleep. He needed all the time in the world to be alone.

But those damn crows outside the house wouldn’t shut up. He can hear them swarming in groups through trees, followed by the cool winds rustling the leaves. The sounds of nature began to exasperate him along with the ticking of the clock in his room, preventing him from drifting off to sleep. It made his stomach twist and ache again, thinking that the outdoor noises were something else in a remote location like this. Animals? Intruders…?

His heart dropped down into his stomach again. Distressed and unsettled, like anticipating trauma, it was back to the point he had to keep looking over his shoulders, wary as ever. He didn’t know if this was real or a nightmare. With every tick of the clock his stomach falls sick, causing his heart vessel to stretch, pump, and rush to survive.

He’s never known the true feeling of terror in all his life. Psychological torment, anguish, a fight-or-flight moment… He holds his breath as he slipped off the bed and saunters warily downstairs to the kitchen and slipped out the largest knife from the wooden knife holder. He can sense that someone’s here already, feel the presence of some being closing in on his ears and neck. After all the shit he endured the past couple weeks, he let his underlying aggravation seep instead of his paranoia, cluthing the handle of the knife tighter. He was ready to strike at any minute, at any second he sees or feels something unusual in the house.

He checked the front door. Still locked. Everything downstairs remained the same as it was when he arrived, nothing out of place or unusual. It was dark outside, but the moonshine was luminous enough to gleam through the blinds. The sounds of nature became prolonged-silence, the tension so thick it was impossible to slice through. He decided to head back upstairs, still wielding the knife in his hand. If everything was really fine, and there were no signs of breakage or intruders rummaging in any areas of the house… how the Hell was his “wife” sitting so gracefully on his bed, the moment he turned on the lights?

His heart raced like wildfire after seeing you, pounding loudly in his ears. He could feel his own blood being forced through his veins with every loud thump from such unimaginable, staggering fear. You slant your head at him with a small smirk, dressed in a pink silk robe with nothing underneath. Your hands propped beside you, arching your back and folding your legs to show your skin underneath. He remembers his wife wearing that silk robe when they were on honeymoon, which adorned her figure so beautifully… But nothing about this was beautiful or even an attempt to seduce him— he had tempered rage. Fear. Bewilderment. Anger. Frustration. You see it all like a flint behind his eyes, a surging storm taking over.

“Is that how you greet your wife? Holding a knife in your hand like that?” you coaxed, slanting your head at him with a cocky smile it pissed him off.

“You are not my wife,” Geto spat out, pointing the knife at your expressionless self. He cautiously ambles closer towards the bed, feeling his heart beat erratically. “Who are you!?”

The question made her stifle her laugh. She stood up from the bed and Geto backed up, clutching tightly on the knife’s handle he could feel his palms become clammy.

“I’m your wife, Suguru. I’ve always been your wife. We’ve known each other ever since Satoru introduced you to me—“

“You’re not!” he chastised. “You’re not… my—“

“Oh, but I am. You married me in November last year in Thailand. And we had our honeymoon in Malaysia. Remember when I wore this for you?”

Geto’s nose flared as he held back tears, feeling his throat ache as if he was being choked by barbed wire. “Stop. Just— just fucking tell me who you are. I know that you’re not her. Stop fucking lying to me. You’re not the same!”

“And if I wasn’t?” she piqued. “Imagine how terrifying that would be if I really wasn’t your wife all along. Now put the knife down.”

His jaw clenched harder, glaring down at you.“That won’t be happening. I know witchcraft when I see it— what the fuck did you do to her!?”

“You’re fucking insane.” You deadpanned at him as if he offended you, your gesture switching from tender and endearing to menacing, like you were ready to strike him on sight. It made his heart leap.

“Don’t you want a wife who’s not so fragile? Not so delicate and shy and… timid? Knows how to defend herself, knows how to act like an independent woman?” You ambled much closer and Geto was rendered frozen, flinching slightly when you whispered in his ear, “A wife who can fulfill all those dirty fantasies of yours and keep our sex life healthy?”

“She’s not— I don’t need—“

“Yes. You do. I can’t imagine myself living in your shadow all the time. That was our tiny, little flaw in our marriage. Acting as if I don’t have a mind of my own and can’t make smart decisions for myself. Now, you…” your tone falls sharper, channeling up your frustration to roughly push him against the wall so abruptly that the knife slipped from his hands. “What you did tonight, Suguru… Running away from me before our wedding anniversary, leaving our wedding ring on the table, abandoning me as if I was nothing to you… makes me think you’re ungrateful for everything I’ve done. For you, for us, for our marriage.”

Geto felt an uncontrollable ache scorching in his body from this foreign feeling of despair and hopelessness— once again, terror had struck him. The way his body and mind reacts is something he never experienced in his life until now, until the last few weeks, until his “wife” ruined his life…

“No, that was— Please—“ he stammered, gasping when your hand clutches around his throat and roughly pinning him against the wall.

“Don’t make me hurt you, Suguru,” you chided breathlessly. “Our marriage was supposed to be perfect! I did everything I could to fix myself as a wife. And because you didn’t like it, you ruined everything.”

He struggled fighting your suffocating grasp, trying to speak but some words got caught in his throat. When he first heard the phrase, “a woman is no man’s peace,” he hardly believed that would be the case with his wife until tonight.

“I’m— I’m so— sorry—“

When you let go of his throat so abruptly, he fell to his knees, gasping and coughing heavily as he was trying to catch his breath. Never has he ever thought of putting his hands on his wife. Never has he seen it coming from her that she would be the first to hurt him, to put her hands on him. It made him frazzled, penting up all the pain and ache that will never go away. He stared at the floor, swimming in regret and fear until he found the knife sitting under the bed.

“I— I made a mistake,” he breathed out, gazing up at you on his knees as he slowly inched near his bed. “I’m sorry. I was scared. It’s a pathetic, coward excuse of a husband like me. But we can go home, we’ll— we’ll pretend this night never happened. I won’t tell anyone— Please, love. Let’s just go home…”

You slanted your head again and scoffed. “Won’t tell anyone?”

Who is there even to tell?

“If you just want me… for my money or for sex,” he grunted, “It’s fine, I— I just really wanna go home and… be there for you. Fix our marriage together. Live our life together until we die. I’ll even give you my kids.”

“Kids?”

High on adrenaline, Geto grabbed the knife and sliced it through her leg with a grunt, emitting an agonizing shriek from you. As you wailed in pain and screamed at him furiously, he scrambled on his feet and ran as fast as he could downstairs and out the door. Cursing at himself for not grabbing the car keys, his body was still high on alert and adrenaline, urging him to run towards the dark woods where he could hide temporarily until she’s out the house. It was a dangerous, stupid situation he put himself into— but at least he knew some of the neighbors nearby where he could get help. All he had to do was run and never look back, just how he did before.

As he was making his way through the woods, panting heavily and constantly looking back at his shoulders, he tripped over something hard on the dirt and fell into a pit that was hidden behind bushes. Groaning in pain and trying to regain his stability, he tried analyzing where he had fallen, until, something macabre caught his eye.

Doctor Y/N. His sex therapist. Her dead, soulless body laying right in the pit he fell into.

He finally fathomed his true demise. His eyes widened in horror from this inescapable, indescribable terror burning his brain like acid. As if his heart wasn’t erratically thundering and pounding in his chest already, his pulse kept rapidly accelerating and accelerating until he felt like passing out. It took him awhile for this all to register, all to make sense in the nightmare he’s currently living. And for the first time in his life, he screamed bloody murder.

The crows cawing loudly within the trees blended with his scream. You were already caught up with him despite your injury, looking down at your old body and then at Geto who was in distress, which you found hilarious. Now you finally have him wrapped around your finger after understanding the situation— if only the desperate man had listened to you before.

“Oh, Suguru. Did you kill your therapist and bury her near your lakehouse?” you chuckled in amusement. “Try running from me again. If you do… I might as well tell the police that you killed Doctor Y/N…”

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inspired by the horror fic “dead ringer” by emphemeron, t0bemadeofglass, the lemonade poems by warsan shire, and slightly inspired by Multiverse of Madness.

#🕸️. 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen smut #geto x you #geto suguru smut #geto smut #tw witchcraft #tw yandere #tw homewrecking #tw body possession #tw horror

[muzzleroars]

V1’s creators must’ve been so proud seeing it perform what it was made for, the killing of Earthmovers.

anon it's making me crazy........this really puts into place just how i think of their short reunion, these husks waiting on the earthmover all this time with life and death near indistinguishable. time is a meaningless blur, hell dulling them down to instincts and only a base understanding of their world, until their v1 comes home to them. it excites a moment of absolute clarity, their machine so perfected, so specialized, that it never saw its limitless potential fulfilled because war, its only purpose, became defunct. they marvel at it, look how it moves now, look how it behaves, look how it's modified itself - it even has painted its weapons! and i think v1, seeing them, is flooded with corrupted memories difficult to parse but imbued with some emotion. familiarity. briefly, simulations flash in its mind, somebody directing it. the earthmover - not a real one, parts of it. its deck. insides. defense systems. core. v1 failing over and over again but learning each time. it can infiltrate the deck now. it can deactivate the defense system now. it understands the core's pattern now. it strings them together. it will kill the earthmover now. and their excitement, their cheers. their red horse will destroy the horsemen. and v1 remembers it when it sees them now. it knows everything ahead of it, like a premonition. these husks patch it up, and suddenly they are all alive again. the life they would have had, even v1. it looks up the hulking mass of the earthmover and it feels the long latent code at the core of its being light up. this is its fight. it was made so small, so light, so fast, to infect this monstrosity like a virus (it thinks a funny thought, maybe that's "v1") it was made so sophisticated in intelligence to avoid its "immune system", to adapt to any machine on the earthmover and to be creative in how it can scale it. the husks of its makers give no instruction - v1 is far beyond need of that, they know, but in some garbled, choked out words, they express their confidence. they know it can do this. it was perfect in their simulations, but inside their long dead hearts....they're still nervous. not for themselves, of course, the outcome means little in the void of hell, but nervous only for v1. their little virus with such a massive undertaking. and now i can only think of it speeding off as the husks are rooted to where they stand, no motion, no thought, no words, until the self-destruct countdown begins. and they cheer. their prototype was a success.

#imagine the fruits of your labor bearing out in hell #to have this moment finally after all this waiting #a moment that never should have been #but they did everything they could in life to prepare it #and v1 was able to carry the rest #cake answers #v1 #earthmover #ultrakill spoilers #uk spoilers #ultrakill violence spoilers

[ravencincaide]

How do you want it

Summary: Dazai has gotten you many presents, and has been generous enough to let you pick which one you wanted to try first. But it was best your hurried, or else he’d pick one for you. 

Pairing: Fem! reader x Dazai Osamu  

Warnings: Mature content minors DNI!

This fic/drabble contains: 

Use of sexual toys, mention of oral (female receiving), use of cuffs, inexperienced nervous reader with very experienced Dazai. 

“Come now belladonna, if you keep me waiting I’ll just have to decide for you” 

His singsong voice sent shivers  up and down your spine. Butterflies- no anxious and excited snakes played ping pong in your stomach. You bit your lip, holding back a gasp as you felt him draw nearer. Hot breath hit the base of your neck, arms on either side of you, ever so often he brushed them up against yours. Hairs raised on your arms with each touch; goosebumps on your skin gave your arousal away. 

Traitorous body. 

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he hummed closer; as he caged you in between his chest and the array of ‘gifts’ he had so thoughtfully laid out on the table. “ Well my belle?” Dazai trailed the shell of your ear with his lips, then nipped ever so slightly on your earlobe. You gasped- your perfect mask of disinterested control, not so perfect anymore. Another nip, then smirking lips landed on your cheek. 

A mocking sweet touch- a taunting kiss.

“ Now that we’ve established you’re interested in my Valentine night suggestions, why not pick the ones you fancy” Dazai chuckled and made an exaggerated motion towards the table once more. All covered in pink and red and white erotic simulators and their likes. Few reasonable- many far beyond what you had seen, let alone tested. 

“ We did not establish anything, I am not–” Dazai grasped your hand in his and trailed it over the phallic appendages, purposefully wrapping your hand around the largest- monstrous sized dildo. The thing you couldn’t even grasp with one hand- let alone push inside you. “ -Maybe this one bella?”

 Before you could reply he moved your hand towards the rabbit vibrator still inside its newly purchased special edition box.

 “ Or this inside you, taking you to highs of pleasure while wearing these-” Dazai purred as his hand left yours and grasped the skimpy underwear made of actual candy. The devil's grin was back- you caught a glimpse of it as Dazai leaned back to your ear, as if sharing a secret he didn’t want anyone to hear. And yet his voice was loud- so loud anyone passing by his office would be able to hear him; “ Imagine donna; the rabbit inside you while I eat these off your gushing pussy, one candy at a time. With you being the ultimate desert” 

 His body pushed up against you, hard cock against the cushion of your ass. The clothes doing little to hide his desperate need; the carnal desire that could barely wait until the work days end. Dazai pushed himself firmer against you, almost rutting the soft flesh. Scratch waiting until tonight- you’d be surprised if he could hold himself through his next meeting without either skipping it or doing something indecent under the table. 

“ Maybe we should check that they fit you, sweetheart?” Dazai’s lips were on your neck, his teeth assaulting the delicate skin. Not giving you time to think, to pick, to consider- just time to feel. 

“ The c-cuffs” you gasped out in between moans, finally picking your gift. The words made Dazai freeze- pause as if he did not expect that answer. Then he raised his head, the look in his eyes sadistically lust filled. 

“ I agree belladonna,let's add the cuffs to this delicious mix!” 

Author note: Happy naughty Valentines day! I hope this fic fills your mind with all sorts of ideas! Stay tuned for another fic update in four hours.

Hope you enjoyed ❤️

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[innammoratta]

Hunter x Jedi Reader Part 1

Warnings: None. (Not yet edited. Please excuse any grammatical errors or misspellings.)

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The first time you met Clone Force 99 was on Kamino, when you came to visit Shaak Ti. She was like an older sister to you, and after she began overseeing the training of the clones, she offered to give you a tour of the training facility whenever you wished.

After arriving on Kamino, you were just a bit confused about directions. No one came to meet you at the door--with this being a spontaneous visit and all--but you tried your best to navigate through all the corridors, not wanting to look lost as you had the attention of a group of cadets that were passing by. They whispered amongst themselves, curious if a special event or a training session was on the schedule for today. Jedi never came to Kamino without a reason.

Another group suddenly entered the corridor. They wore black and grey with red paint, but what you noticed most besides the unusual paint job was that they were all different shapes and sizes. One of them looked like an absolute unit--super tall, super muscular. You could hear his loud and raspy voice from the other end of the corridor. The few that had their helmets off didn't even look like clones. The one in their group who wore goggles was more lean, less muscular, but taller than the standard clone. But even though you were curious, you had your own agenda to follow through with.

"Excuse me?" Their lively conversation came to a pause and they turned to look as you approached. "Would any of you happen to know where I could find Master Shaak Ti?"

The one most near you took his helmet off. The black tattoo covering half of his face caught you slightly off guard. He didn't look any more like a regular clone than the others. With the tattoo and the red banana wrapped around his forehead, he looked just as decorated as his armor.

The few seconds of eye contact that you hadn't realized passed came to an end as he tried to answer your question. "She-"

"She should be running through battle simulations with the cadet squads right about now," the one with the goggles answered your question before the first soldier had a chance.

"Okay, thank you," you nodded your head in farewell, smiling as your eyes quickly brushed over each member. You made an effort to acknowledge the last one since he had attempted to help you as well.

You turned around but paused before taking another step, realizing you had no idea where the battle simulations took place. Turning around once more, you added, "Um... where is that?" You looked nervously between each member. The fourth clone still had his helmet on, but you could just sense his indifference and the cold gaze he must have been wearing.

"Is this your first time on Kamino?" The clone with the face tattoo asked.

"It is," you nodded with an apologetic expression on your face.

He turned back to the group momentarily, "Go on ahead. I'll meet you all back at the ship."

"Yes sir," the one with goggles replied, then three of them left through the door you had just come in through.

He began walking and you followed. "Allow me to escort you there..." he trailed off, slowing his pace. "Uh... what should I call you?"

"Everyone just calls me Master (L/n). I hold no official position in our military. I do solo missions mostly, and assist wherever I'm needed."

"Pleasure to meet you, Master, (L/n). I'm Hunter. Sergeant Hunter, and back there"--he nodded at the entryway before it disappeared around a corner--"was my squad, Clone Force 99."

"Nice to meet you as well," you smiled. "If you don't mind my asking..."

"You want to know why we don't look like regular clones?"

He's probably asked that question all the time. You nodded.

"We're an experimental force, our different looks are the result of the changes in our DNA." Hunter stopped walking once you both had reached one of the lifts. He pressed a button and when the door opened, he motioned for you to go first.

"Thank you." You entered and took a step back when he followed to press the button for the third level.

As the lift ascended, you continued the conversation. "So... 'mutations;' that would explain why that one guy in group looks like two clones merged into one." You smiled, amused.

"Wrecker," Hunter clarified. "His mutation gave him the strength of a rancor," he joked.

"And the rest of you?"

"Well, Tech, the one with the goggles, would describe his mutation to be his 'exceptional mind.' He knows everything about anything. Then there's Crosshair. He's the best sniper and gunman in the galaxy. His aim is never off." Hunter smiled, enjoying showing off his team.

There was a pause as you expected him to continue, but he didn't.

"What about you?" The lift door opened and after you exited, Hunter lead the way once more.

"My heightened senses. I can sense electromagnetic waves," he said casually.

"How long have you been in action, Sergeant?" You hoped he had caught on with your curious nature, not wanted to seem like you were challenging their experience.

"About a year and a half."

"I would love to see your squad in action one day," you admitted, "to fact check your claims, of course." You felt the need to add a little joke, not wanting your first statement to seem flirtatious. Jedi weren't supposed to be as warm and friendly as you were naturally. Unfortunately, your kindness had earned you unwanted attention in the past.

"You should know, Clone Force 99 has a one-hundred percent success rate." A smooth, accented voice came up from behind you.

"Master Ti," you turned around and smiled.

"(Y/n), you came at the perfect time. I have just finished training the cadets for the day." She then looked to Hunter and greeted him, "Sergeant, I hope your squad is well."

"Yes, Mistress, as always."

"I'm glad to hear." Shaak Ti turned back to you. "Well, (Y/n), shall we begin the tour?"

You nodded before looking up at Hunter and thanking him for going out of his way to help you navigate.

"Anytime, Master (L/n)."

"May the force be with you and your team. I hope you maintain those figures."

There was a moment of silence, and you could see a confused and slightly judgmental look on Shaak Ti's face in your peripheral vision. Even Hunter was silent.

Blood rushed to your head and you were sure your face was red with embarrassment when you realized what it sounded like. "I meant your statistics. Your averages. Your one-hundred percent success rate!"

Hunter said nothing, but the corners of his mouth turned up in amusement. "I figured," he took a few steps back, preparing to leave. "We will do our best to maintain both of those things. I hope your time on Kamino is enjoyable," and with that last goodbye, he left to return to his team.

You covered your face with your hands, but Shaak Ti could see your body shake with laughter. A few seconds later, when your hands came down, she saw actual tears in your eyes. "That was so embarrassing," you whispered in between breaths.

"Oh, (Y/n)..." she shook her head, "always a pleasure."

#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x jedi reader #bad batch oneshots #hunter x reader #bad batch hunter x reader #bad batch hunter x jedi reader #bad batch imagines

[mschimdt]

special (NSFW)

lyle wainfleet x human!mechanic!reader

2400 words

summary: you appear as a innocent mechanic, until lyle starts gaining interest in you after seeing a porn video that was posted by you back on earth, he immediatley recognised your face and his only goal now is to make you his

warnings:over simulation, embarassment, p to v, sex (obv), size difference, human x navi and many more

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as a mechanic on pandora, you were incharge of fixing and organising helicopters and fighter jets, you were also incharge of oxygen masks and anything that involved mechanical work, it was weird to be the only female on the mechanical team but you got used to it, you worked really hard to get this job and you werent ever going to give it up

in the past you were a known pornstar, put you kind of just disappeared off the internet after deciding to make yourself a better person, because you knew porn was wrong but it was your only source of income at the time

you worked your ass off and got into college to achieve your dream of working on cars and airplanes, you studied day and night and practiced to make yourself perfect

a few weeks after you graduated, something caught your eyes in the street, a poster advertising a program in a planet called pandora, you heard of this project and how they were able to transport humans a few hundered light years out of the solar system in just 6 years

you considered it, knowing you could get a spot in the mechanical feild on pandora excited you, you immediatley signed up and you were accepted

your flight to pandora was just 3 months away, you had no family here anyways, so throwing yourself on a different planet knowing you might never come back wasnt too hard because there was no one to worry about here on earth

now you work as a mechanic, one of the top mechanics in pandora, your work never failed to impress everyone, you could fix anything even if it was considered ‘unfixable’ by others

you heard of the phoneix project, it was probably a bad idea after the jake sully shit but oh well, it was intriuging how they could bring souls back to life ad huge blue giants

Reader POV

i was walking in bridgehead trying to get to the plane room as quickly as possible, ardmore needed something fixed ASAP.

but on the way there something caught your eye.. a blue figure walking through bridgehead… NOT ONE but a few, almost around 8, they looked navi and you immediatley got scared, you thought they were some navi savages coming to destroy bridgehead, they walked a but closer and you noticed they were dressed in military clothing.. this was probably the phoenix project that you heard ardmore speaking about

that was confirmed when you saw ardmore walking next to one of them, talking, the rest of them were walking behind both ardmore and the blue guy, you suspected he was quaritch, one of the most known men out here

ardmore spotted you and pointed at you, motioning for you to come over, both ardmore and the guy you thought was quaritch stood still waiting for you to make your way to them

your neck was slowly breaking while looking up at him, “y/n please come with us, i need you to explain new equipment to the colonel here” “yes ma’am” you said following her through the busy building, you all made your way to the building that had all the guns and weapons that were made for navis

ardmore started speaking: “this is y/n, shes one of our best mechanics and i wanted to assign her to any problems you and your team may have with equipment and veichles, shes good at what she does and she’ll make sure nothing happens to you regarding mechanical stuff.” you were having a hard time looking up at quaritch, you were really tall for a woman, you were 5’11 but you only reached up to his waist

“alright y/n ill leave this to you” now you were oficially left alone with about 9 blue fiants that could crush you with their fingers

“okay uhmm” you said clapping your hands turning around to face the wall woth everything on it, you grabbed a “sniper” but this sniper was automatic

“okay so this is a auto sniper, they created this while you were all dead- that sounds weird but anyways, it basically shoots for you, you just gotta aim it, the bullets have technology where theyll hit the target almost every time, you just click this button to mark the target and you could be looking into a completley different direction and itll still hit the target” you handed the gun over to the guy that was standing infront of you, a bald guy with shades, and he help it up “oh wow this shits crazy, if i wasnt told ive been dead for 15 years i woulda thought its been 50!” he said holding the gun up

fast forward that day, you and the “bald guy” whos called lyle got along pretty well, sure his ideas were insane but he was fun to talk to

lyle recognised your face from somewhere, and he asked you when you came to pandora and you said that it was around 7 years ago, which meant that he couldnt have seen you in person when he was human

he kept thinking about where hes seen you day and night, he needed to know and he wasnt going to give up anytime soon, he did think you were a porn star but he quickly got rid of that thought knowing you werent someone that would film themselves having sex

until he was having a conversation with you where you asked about your past, so he did the same, “by the way, y/n since you graduated at 25 years old, that means you went to college late right?” “yea, dont know why youre asking because its pretty obvious” “ya had no family on earth though, how’d ya’ make money with no one back there?” he asked wanting to confirm the theory of you being a porn star, he knew it was probably nothing but he was sure that hes seen you somewhere involving porn or some shit “its complicated, lets just say i filmed… things” lyles eyes went wide and he said “KNEW IT! knew ive seen ya’ somewhere before ya’ looked familiar as hellll”

your face went red as you realised that lyle has seen your videos “o-ohh youve seen them…” you said trying to force a smile “ah dont worry they were good if thas wa’s botherin’ ya” you stared at lyle shocked he would even say that “you know this isnt gow you speak to a colleague right?” he made a fake-sad expression “i thoughttt weee were friendsssss” followed by fake sobs “alright alright, just dont mention this to anyone okay lyle?” you said hoping that he wouldnt tell anyone “dont worry i wont, anyways i gotta get going, i need to go train with the team” “alright have fun”

you were no doubt catching feelings for lyle, his funny personality and the way he spoke to you, he was sweet, hes never sweet to anyone but you, sure you both only met 3 months ago but you couldnt stop yourself from fantasizing about him

lyle went to train and you made your way to the weapon room because ardmore said one of the weapons needed fixing, you were tired of ardmore, she called you at the weirdest times asking you to come fix things, you wont lie though, the pay was really good, we’re talking around 8k for each veichle repair, and 2k for each weapon, you fix around 15 veichles and 30 weapons monthly which brings your pay up to almost 200k each month

you were pretty wealthy, you just save your money because theres nothing to spend it on here, you have almost 50 million in your bank account and inflation didnt exist here YET so your money was worth what it was worth 7 years ago

you fixed up whatever ardmore wanted you to fix and you headed to your room, drenched in sweat because of the lack of air conditioning, you took your tanktop and shorts off and hopped into the shower longing the feeling of cold water on your skin

just a few moments later theres a knocking on your door, you were still in the shower so you hurridley grabbed a shower robe and rushed over to the door because whoever was knocking was getting really impatient

you opened the door your head just peaking through, it was lyle “hey y/n have you seen my phone? i must have forgotten it here yesterday and i really need it because apparently ardmores been spamming me with shit and i wasnt replying” he said

not even bothering to ask if he could come in, quickly rushing over to your couch where he sat yesterday, he found it there and grabbed it “alright thank-“ he cut himself off when he stared at you, you were barely clothed and confused. he cursed under his breath, he didnt notice you werent wearing anything but a light robe

lyle just stopped speaking and shamelessly stared at your cleavage, “uhmm” you spat out because it was getting really awkward, lyle walked over to you pressing you against a wall, his hand wrapping around your neck

you didnt complain, you just stared at him with wide eyes “god damn.. look at you” he said, your face flushed red

lyle realized what he was doing and took a step back removing his hand from your neck apologising “sorry, sorry y/n i couldnt control myself, that probably made you uncomfortable so uhm sorry” he said awkwardly turning around to leave not waiting for a reply to save himself some embarassment

“whyd you stop” he was shocked when he heard you ask him why he stopped, he turned around

“i wasnt controlling myself, didnt want to make you uncomfortable”

“you didnt make me uncomfortable i liked it” you said smirking

“oh shit then-“ he walked over to you roughly slamming you against the wall wrapping his hands around your neck once again, “ya’ like that dont’cha”

you nodded, he then lifted you and threw you onto your bed, your bed was navi size so it could fit you and lyle easily

nefore lyle joined you on the bed he took his shirt off, you stared at his muscles admiring the sculpture of a mad you had infront of you, you wanted to worship his body goddamn

he threw himself ontop of you, connecting your lips, what was a innocent kiss turned into a heated makeout session really quickly and soon enough his tongue was exploring your mouth

you reached your arms down not breaking the kiss and you unwrapped your robe, lyle could feel you unwrapping it against his stomache

he reached his arm down to cup your tits, massaging them with his hands, you moaned into the kiss and you felt lyles cock harden against your leg

he squeezed your neck making you choke, still not breaking the kiss

finally, lyle broke the kiss first sitting up to stare at you, your chest was exposed and so was your cunt

he reached his hand down running his fingers theough your folds while his face dipped down to mark and suck on your chest

you were a moaning mess, lyle was rubbing your clit and sucking your nipples

you felt him glide his fingers around your cunt when sufdenly with no warning, he pressed a finger all the way inside of you

you tried to suppress your moans to make sure nobody would hear you, but lyle didnt want that, he started punping his finger in and out of you trying to get some noises out of you

you were nearing your release “l-lyle im about to c-cum” you said whimpering, “yea thas right, cum on my fingers there ya’ go” you started grinding yourself onto your fingers and you reached your orgasm with a loud scream like moan.

he helped you ride out your high over simulating you a little bit before pulling his fingers out of your cunt, putting them in his mouth sucking up any cum that was left on his fingers

his other hand reached down to unbuckle his belt, it unbuckled and he pulled his pants and boxers down at once revealing his painfully hard cock, it was larger than you expected but you couldnt do anything more than take it

“sure ya can take my dick, considering how many people you probably fucked huh?” “m-mhm” you mumbled not being able to let out complete words because of how fucked dumb you are, just from his fingers

he grabbed your knees spreading your legs even wider and pulling you to the edge of the bed, he had to go on his knees because you were too short, he glided his dick through your folds, covering the tip with your slick

then slowly he started pushing himself into you, he knew you werent gonna be able to take his entire length and he was okay with that, considering you were half his size

he pushed his cock a bit more than halfway, then he felt your cervix stop him from going any further “youre so fucking tight mm” he said giving you time to adjust to his size, a few minutes later the stinging pain went away and now you were just filled with need

“m-move please” thats all it took lyle to start thrusting into you, he started off slow then he built up the pace and now was pounding into you, you let out loud moans while lyle was groaning

“i-im close” you said followed by many more moans and whimpers, “c’mon cum fr’me” and thats all you needed to cum all over his huge cock, he was nearing his orgasm too

it was over simulating, he kept going even after you came, finally, he released his own load into you thrusting into you a few more times before stopping, his hands were on both your sides holding himself up inorder not to fall ontop of your fragile body

“you were so good fr’e me hm” he said praising you

“dont think ill be able to walk for a few days because of you” you said followed by a light giggle

lyle pulled out and layed himself next to you

it was already pretty late and lyle didnt have any intentions of returning to the team tonight, so he cleaned you up and stayed in your room with you

you both fell asleep cuddling, you didnt know lyle enjoyed cuddling this much, but i guess hes just a softie on the inside

#lyle wainfleet #recom lyle wainfleet #lyle x reader #lyle smut #lyle fanfic #lyle wainfleet smut #lyle avatar #lyle wainfleet avatar #avatar #avatar miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #mansk x reader #atwow #avatar mansk #recom mansk #avatar the way of water #recom x reader #atwow smut #avatar the way of water recom #atwow recom

[easternmind]

Yesterday I tweeted about the long and difficult process of my communication with Kikuko Iwano, the artist behind the cult Macintosh CD-ROM Hikaru Hana (Shining Flower). We've been exchanging emails for the better part of a year but I was not able to make any meaningful progress. I was mostly looking for whatever information and artwork she could provide about the two other interactive projects she was involved with, Phibos: Suisei o Otte, released in 1995 by Mizuki (later renamed Spike); and Lakis ~Minato-machi Musou Kidan~, which I knew had been completed but never published.

In response, the great @mara-ganger pointed out to me that Phibos had been uploaded to Internet Archive earlier this year. Considering I've waited years to play the game, I wasted no time setting up a Macintosh emulation program. I edited out some of the more repetitive parts of my playing session as the game requires going up and down the forest paths until random encounters result in the acquisition of a special item.

A boy named Yoni is looking for his grandfather who went missing. He travels to a mysterious forest named Gurioza where he encounters a fallen star. Finding his grandfather and helping the star back to the firmament appear to be the interactive storybook's ultimate goals. There is a variety of interesting details I've noticed in only a few minutes: for starters, there is a reference to Shining Flower in a framed picture in the wall of a café. There is also an uncanny event in which Yoni meets a Kitsune-like entity who shifts into his shape. The sequence is in beautiful black and white and characters are designed to simulate an eerie motion blur effect (15m45s).

To round it all out, here are some fine pen and brush artwork which Kikuko Iwano produced for the project when she was in her twenties.

#kikuko iwano #Phibos: Suisei o Otte #Hikaru Hana #cd-rom #macintosh #lost media #artwork #footage #Youtube #mizuki #spike

[aspenmissing]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

"Roll out, donkeys!" Lance, Hunk, and Pidge exit the simulator and stand before Iverson and their class. A young woman stands beside her team, staring at the three in sorrow. Y/N Gane, top of the class; best pilot "Well let's see if we can't use this failure as a lesson for the rest of you students. Can anyone point out the mistakes these three so-called cadets made in the simulator?" Iverson shouted. 

"The engineer puked in the main gearbox," a voice said.

"Correct, as everyone knows, vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine system. What else?" Iverson said while shaking his head.

"The comm spec removed his safety harness," another voice said and Y/N laughs a little. 

"Is there something funny Miss Gane?" Iverson asks. Everyone looks to Y/N and she stands up straight and keeps a straight face. 

"No sir" She replies. 

"Miss Gane, can you tell me something they did wrong?" he asked.

"Erm... The pilot... crashed?"  Iverson looked at Y/N before smiling. 

"Correct! Miss Gane" he shouted and walked away. Y/N gave lance an apologetic smile, who just shrugs and smiles "And worst of all, the whole jump, they're arguing with each other! Heck, if you're going to be this bad individually, you'd better at least be able to work as a team! exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite Astro explorers, but these kinds of mental mistakes are exactly what cost the lives of the men on the Mission" Y/N's fists clench.

"That's not true, sir!" Pidge shouts. 

"What did you say?!" Lance clasps his hand over Pidge's mouth, but Pidge continues; her voice muffled by the hand.

"Sorry, sir! I-I-I think he may have hit his head when he fell out of his chair. But point taken" Lance says.

"I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason you're here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out, and the second-best refused to be the best" Lance glances at Y/N before back at Inversion "Don't follow in his footsteps" Iverson turns to look at Y/N and her team "Miss Gane, your team is next!" Lance, Hunk and Pidge watch as their classmates board the simulator, Y/N patting Pidge's shoulder, smiling softly. 

==

Later, Lance and Hunk hide in the halls of the Garrison as curfew begins.

"Lights out in five! Everyone back to their dorms, now" Iverson shouts.

"We shouldn't be doing this" Hunk whispers.

"You heard Commander. We need to bond as a team. We're going to grab  Pidge, hit the town, loosen up, meet some nice girls, maybe we can bring Y-" 

"OK, I'm just- I'm just saying this here, right now, on the record: This is a bad idea" The lights turn off; Lance and Hunk sneak through the hallways.

"You know, for someone in a space exploration program, you don't have much of a sense of adventure"

"All of your little 'adventures' end up with me in the principal's office" Lance sneaks by the instructor's lounge and motions for Hunk to follow, which he reluctantly does "Oh, man..." The two hide in recycling cans as a guard passes by.

"L-5 North all clear," The guard says. Lance jumps out; Hunk tries to follow suit but gets stuck and falls over. Hunk stands.

"I'm fine" They hide as Pidge and Y/N leave Iverson's office. The two watch"

"Where are they going?" Lance asks. Y/N and Pidge were sat on the roof of the Galaxy Garrison. Pidge listens to radio chatter through headphones and special equipment. Y/N is sitting beside her, looking up into the sky, eating a snack bar. Hunk crawls along the roof and Lance carefully removes the headphones to speak close to his ear.

"You two come up here to rock out?" Lance asks. Pidge jump and spin around to face Lance and Hunk. Y/N following, snack bar still in her mouth. 

"Agh! - Oh, Lance, Hunk. No, Um... we-" 

 "We were just looking at the stars," Y/N says, chewing.

"Cool. Where did you get all this stuff? It doesn't look like Garrison tech" Lance wondered.

 "He built it," Y/N says, swinging her arm over Pidge's shoulder. 

"He built all of this" Hunk said astonished. He tries to touch the equipment; Pidge smacks his hand away.

"Stop it! With this thing, I can scan to the edge of the solar system" Pidge says, gesturing to the tech.

"That right? All the way to Kerberos" Lance smirks. Pidge looks away but does not respond, Y/N's eyes sadden. "You two go Ballistic, every time the commander brings it up, What's with that?" Lance continued. Hank tries to sneakily touch the equipment again.

"Second warning, Hunk!" Y/N says and Hunk stops.

"Aw...."

"Look, Pidge, if we're going to bond as a team, we can't have any secrets. Same for you Y/N" Y/N looks at Lance confused "You may not be a part of the team, but you're our friend. Friends can't keep secrets from each other"

"I mean they can" Y/N mutters.

"Fine. The world as you know it is about to change. The Mission wasn't lost because of some malfunction or crew mistake—" Pidge sees Hunk trying to touch the equipment again "-STOP TOUCHING MY EQUIPMENT!!" Hunk groans but finally desists "..."So, I've been scanning the system and picking up alien radio talking" Pidge pushed up her glasses.

 "Whoa, what? Aliens?!" Hunk says.

"Oookay. so your insane, Y/N please tell me you don't believe in him," Lance asked me. Y/N nods"

"He is serious" Y/N holds up a pad with 'Voltron?' on it "They keep repeating the same word over and over again, Voltron. and tonight it has been crazier" 

"How crazy" Lance said. The Galaxy Garrison building alarms blare. Iverson speaks over the intercom

"Attention, students. This is not a drill. We are on lockdown!, Repeat: all students are to remain in barracks until further notice" A fiery object appears in the sky.

"What's going on? Is that a meteor?! ... A very, very big... meteor?" Hunk says and Y/N grabs binoculars

"Its. It's a ship" She says. Lance takes the binoculars and looks at the object. 

"Holy crow! I can't believe what I'm seeing! That's not one of ours" Lance said with wide eyes. 

"No. It' 's one of their" Pidge says.

"So wait, there are aliens out there?!" The three watches as the alien spacecraft crash into the desert. The Garrison sends out land rovers to the crash site.

"We've gotta see that ship!" Pidge says, standing up, pulling Y/N with him.

"Pidge, slow down" She laughs.

"Hunk, Come on" Lance yelled and chases after the two. 

"Oh, this is the worst team-building exercise ever" 

==

Lance, Hunk, Pidge and Y/N spy on the quarantines crash site from a nearby cliff. Lance views the alien spacecraft through binoculars.

"Whoa... What the heck is that thing?! ... And who the heck is she?" Lance asks, looking at women through the binoculars.

"Lance!" Y/N smacks his head.

"Ow! Right, Right, alien ship. Man we will never get past those guards to get a look" Pidge continues to type on her computer.

"Aw, man. Yeah, yeah, I guess there's nothing to do but head back to the barracks, right?" Hunk says.

"Wait for Pidge, there is a camera in there, try and hack into it," Y/N said and pointed at the screen. Pidge hacks into it.

"I've grabbed its feed, Look" They all looked at the screen.  Inside, a man is strapped to a table as Garrison technicians examine him.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Calm down, Shiro. We just need to run some tests" Iverson says, trying to settle Shiro. Y/N chokes on her breath.

"You have to listen to me! They destroyed worlds!" Shiro grunts "Aliens are coming!"

"That's! Shiro The pilot from the Kerberos Mission, That guy's my hero!" Lance shouts with excitement. 

"Guess he's not dead in space after all" Hunk says.

"Where's the rest of the crew?" Pidge asks, saddened. Y/N put her hand on her shoulder, smiling softly. 

"I'm sure they're fine, I mean if Shiro's still alive, I'm sure the rest are" She reassures. 

 "Do you know how long you were gone?" Iverson asks, walking over to Shiro? 

"I don't know, Months? Years? Look there's no time. Aliens are coming here for a weapon. They're probably on their way right now. We need to get Voltron!" Shiro struggles, trying to get out of the bounds holding him down. 

"Voltron!" Pidge and Y/N say in unison.

"Sir, look at this. It appears that his arm has been replaced with a cyborg prosthetic" A technician asks, looking at Shiro's arm.

"Put him under, until we figure out what it can do," Iverson said and a technician came over with a syringe. 

"No, no, no don't put me under, There's no time, Let me go!" Shiro is one again trying to get out of the bounds.

"They didn't ask about the other crew members"

"What are they doing? The guy's a legend. They're now even going to listen to him" Lance said. 

"We have to get him out," Y/N says.

"Ah, I hate to be the voice of reason here, always, but weren't we watching on TV, because there was no way getting past the guards" Hunk says, standing up.

"That was before we were properly motivated. We have just got to think. Could we tunnel in" Lance says, standing up. Y/N snorts, standing up alongside him.

"What so funny," Lance asked. 

"Really? Tunnel in, Tunnel in!!" Y/N laughs

"Well at least I have a plan, where's yours," Lance said with a smirk.

"We find some hazmat suits and sneak in like med techs" Y/N smirks back. Lance thought for a while.

 "That's a pretty good idea"

"Or... we could dress up like cooks, sneak into the commissary... little late-night snack" Hunk drools.

"...No. What we need is a distraction" As if on cue, an explosion burst in the distance and the four cadets scream.

"Is that the aliens?! Are—Tha—The—Is that the aliens?! Are they here?! They got here so quick!" 

"No. Those explosions were a distraction, for him!" Pidge points to a figure arriving by hovercraft "The Garrison's headed towards the blast, and he's sneaking in from the other side!" Lance views the new arrival through binoculars.

"No way...!  Oh, he is not going to beat us in there! That guy is always trying to one-up me!"

"Who is it?" Hunk asks.

"Keith!" 

"Come on, Lance. Don't start"

"Who?" Pidge asks.

"Are you sure?" Hunk asks.

"Oh, I'd recognize that mullet anywhere!"

"Lance, come on, man! Keith hasn't done anything"

"Who's Keith?!" Pidge asks. The four-run towards the quarantines crash site. Inside, the technicians examine Shiro, who's been put under.

"These readings are off the chart," The technician says. Keith enters.

"Hey!" Iverson shouts. Keith attacks and knocks out all three technicians, then runs to Shiro, surprised to find him. 

"Shiro...?" Keith cuts Shiro free from his bonds and tries to carry him out. Lance, Hunk, Y/N and Pidge arrive.

"Nope. No, you—No, no, no, no, no, no, no you don't. I'm saving Shiro" Lance lifts Shiro over his shoulder.

"Lance, let's just get him out of here" Y/N looks to Keith "Hey Keith" 

"Hey Y/N, long time no see" Y/N nods "So, who's this?" Keith asks, looking to Lance.

"Who am I? Uh, the name's Lance" Keith silently looks at Lance without recognition "...We were at the same class at the Garrison?"

"Really? Are you an engineer?"

"No, I'm a pilot. We were, like, rivals. You know, Lance and Keith, neck-and-neck" Y/N snorts.

"Oh wait, I remember you. You're a cargo pilot"

"Well, not anymore. I'm fighter class now thanks to you washing out" Lance says, proud.

"Lance!" Keith looks to Y/N in confusion "I refused to take your place, that was yours. I couldn't take it" Keith nods, before looking to Lance.

"Well, congratulations" 

==

Lance and Keith carry Shiro out together. Keith hops onto his hoverbike, along with Lance and Shiro. Keith holds out his hand for Y/N.

"Hop on," He says. Y/N smirks, reaching for his hand before pulling his close.

"You may be a gentlemen and I may be a girl, but this girl beat your ass in training" She whispers into his ear before jumping onto the bike behind him, Keith staring at his hand stunned - and slightly blushing. Hunk spots the Garrison returning.

"Oh, man, they're coming back and they do not look happy. We gotta go. Uh, do you mind if we catch a ride with you?" Hunk asks. Everyone climbs aboard Keith's hovercraft and it tips over.

"Is this thing going to be big enough for all of us?" Pidge asks.

"No" Keith replies bluntly. Keith has to take off as the Garrison arrives to pursue them. Pidge has to hold on to Shiro.

"Why am I holding this guy?"

"Hey, we did all fit!"

"Can't this thing go any faster?" Lance asks, looking back at the vehicles following.

"We could toss out some non-essential weight" Keith says sarcastically. Y/N shakes her head, nudging Keith's hip with her knee.

"Oh, right!" He glances around, clearly not getting Keith's sarcasm "OK, so that was an insult. I get it" 

"Big man, lean left!" Keith shouted. Hunk leaned left. 

"Whoa!" They all shouted. Two of the cars smashes into each other.

"Aww, man. Mr Harris just wiped out Professor Montgomery. No, wait he's fine" Hunk sighed in relief. They were on one of the roads and next to us was a big ditch 

"Big man, lean Right!" Keith shouted. Hunk leaned right, they managed to get over to the big ditch and land on another road. Two of the cars are still chasing them. They were still all screaming, and they went around a corner. One of the cars crashed, but one is still following. 

"Guys? Is the-the-the-the-that—Is that a cliff up ahead?" Hunk stammers. 

"Oh, no, no, no" Lance shouted. 

"Yup," Keith smirked. 

"Just like old times" Y/N smiles, wrapping her arms around Keith. Keith increases speed, everyone was screaming, apart from Y/N, Keith and Shiro. The hovercraft jumps off the cliff.

 "What are you doing? You're trying to kill us all!" Lance shouts

"Shut up and trust him" She shouts back. Keith safely avoids crashing and continues flying into the desert, escaping the Garrison.

==

Shiro and Y/N stand outside a desert shack at sunrise, the two hugging each other.  

"It's good to see you again, Shiro," Y/N says, smiling. They pull away as Keith approaches.

"It's good to have you back," Keith says, placing his hand on Shiro's shoulder.

"It's good to be back" Shiro replies.

"So what happened out there? Where...were you?" Y/N ask. 

"I wish I could tell you. My head's still pretty scrambled. I was on an... alien ship but... somehow I escaped. It's all a blur. How did you know to come to save me when I crashed?"

"You should come to see this" Shiro and Y/N follow Keith into the shack. Inside, Keith shows Shiro, Y/N, Lance, Hunk and Pidge his board of maps, diagrams and notes.

"What have you been working on?" Shiro muttered.

"I can't explain it. After getting booted from the Garrison, I was kinda... lost and... felt drawn out to this place. It's like something... some energy was telling me to search." Keith explains.

"For what," Shiro asks. Y/N stands close to Shiro, his arm around her shoulders, her own crossed in front of her.

"Well, I didn't know at the time... until I stumbled across this area." Keith pointed at a map  "It's an outcropping of giant caves covered in these ancient markings" We looked at the pictures of the markings "Each tells a slightly different story about a blue lion, but they all share clues leading to some event, some arrival happened last night. Then you showed up" Keith explained more. Shiro took his arm from around Y/N's shoulders and walked over to the others. 

"I should thank you for getting me out. Lance, Right?" Shiro says. He offers Lance his prosthetic hand. Lance hesitates but shakes it. Shiro offers to shake Pidge and Hunk's hand, Pidge being the only one who does.

"This nervous guy's Hunk. I'm Pidge. so, did anyone else from your crew make it out?" Pidge asks, which makes Shiro's face saddens

 "I'm not sure. I remember the mission and being captured. After that, it's just bits and pieces" Shiro goes back over to Y/N, placing his arm back over her shoulders as she leans into his side. Lance zones out from the conversation, looking at the two confused.

"Are they TOGETHER! No, Lance, No! Shut up! He's way, way older than her. They're probably just really, really close" Lance thinks "I'll ask Y/N later" 

"You'll ask me what late?" Y/N asks, Lance looks to see Y/N standing in front of him. 

"Uhm, I- I was just wondering if- Uh"

"Come on Lance, spit it out" Lance sighs.

"Uhm.. a-are you and Shiro... Uh... together?" Y/N eyes widen before bursting out in laughter "What's so funny?"

"You thought me and Shiro were dating?" Y/N says, whole trying to catch her breath.

"It was just a question" Y/N continues to laugh, gaining everyone's attention.

"What happened?" Hunk asks.

"I just asked her if she and Shiro are dating" Pidge starts to laugh a bit. Shiro and Keith chuckle.

"What!? Why's that so funny" Lance asks, getting slightly annoyed.

"Okay, okay," Y/N says, trying to catch her breath "I'll tell you" She clears her throat "Shiro, is my brother" There was a long, awkward silence.

"WHAAAATTT!!!!????" Hunk and Lance asks in unison

#Voltron #Reader Insert #Voltron Fandom #Voltron Fanfiction #Fanfiction #keith x reader #Voltron Legendary Defender #Keith Kogane x Reader

[under-lore]

The 30 second colored tile puzzle is impossible and the universe is a simulation.

Yesterday, i sat down and replayed Undertale. When i made it to Hotland i decided to try and complete Mettaton’s colored tile puzzle by trying again and again until i solved it. However, things did not go as planned. Instead of the simple fun i was expecting, i was instead faced with a soul crushing revelation.

In the paragraphs below, i will prove that the 30 second colored tile puzzle is impossible, and subsequently, i will prove that the universe that you and i live in is actually a simulation.

YOU CANNOT BEAT THE 30 SECOND COLORED TILE PUZZLE

At the end of Hotland, Mettaton challenges us to finished this colored tile puzzle in less than thirty seconds.

Unfortunately, this challenge is outright impossible. Indeed, in order for Frisk to make it to the ending point of MTT’s colored tile puzzle, they must first make it to half that distance.

And then, afterwards, they must first make it to half of the remaining distance, which is three quarters of the way there.

And again, once they reach that point, they still have to cover half of the new remaining distance.

And so on.

There is no distance that cannot be divided in half. Therefore, this process can be repeated indefinitely and Frisk must move an infinite number of distances to complete the puzzle. Which is impossible.

Perhaps if Frisk had infinite time, they could theoretically solve it, but alas, they only have 30 seconds and will therefore run out of time long before they reach the goal.

In fact, its not even possible for Frisk to move by a single pixel.

At any given instant, if Frisk is in motion, they are either moving where they are, or moving where they are not. Frisk cannot move to where they are, since they are already there. Likewise, they cannot move where they are not since we are considering only a singular instant, one frame, like a photograph.

Since no movement is possible in a single instant of time, movement isn’t possible in ANY instant of time. Hence its physically impossible for Frisk to even move during this puzzle.

We can thus safely conclude that solving this puzzle is outright impossible.

THE PUZZLE IS UNSOLVABLE, YET, IT WILL BE SOLVED.

However, there is special dialogue to be unlocked if the puzzle is completed.

In order for this dialogue to exist, the puzzle must be allowed to reach a resolution. Since necessity now dictates that the puzzle cannot be defined as impossible, we must refine our assumptions. It is not mathematically nor humanly possible to complete the puzzle, yet it is assured the puzzle will be completed. With these restrictions, there is only one conclusion that can possibly be made :

ONLY AN OMNIPOTENT BEING CAN SOLVE THIS PUZZLE

If it is not possible to complete the puzzle under the supposed rules of the universe, then only an omnipotent being can solve the puzzle as by the nature of omnipotence, they can overcome physical and infinite limitations that would normally be considered impossible.

I CAN SOLVE THE PUZZLE, THEREFORE, I AM OMNIPOTENT

As we have established, only an omnipotent being can solve the puzzle. However, after several attempts, i have beaten the puzzle. Therefore, it occurred to me that i must be omnipotent.

THERE ARE LIMITATIONS TO MY POWER, THEREFORE, I AM NOT OMNIPOTENT

Here, we run into a big problem. If i were truly omnipotent, i would be able to say reverse the functions of the yellow and green tiles simply by willing it.

Yet, i cannot. I tried !

Since my power isn’t unlimited, i thus cannot actually be omnipotent.

I AM BOTH OMNIPOTENT AND IMPOTENT, THEREFORE, I CANNOT EXIST

Okay, this getting seriously troubling. Indeed, it is impossible to be something and to not be something simultaneously.

For this reason, it is not possible for something to exist that is both omnipotent and non omnipotent. Therefore, the only possible solution to this paradox is that i do not actually exist.

But… This can’t be true !

I know that i exist since i am self aware and that is the only reasonable standard of existence that we have. If you believe you exist and others reaffirm this belief, then you exist. I fit this criteria therefore i am certain that i indeed exist.

But then, how can i possibly exist if it is fundamentally illogical for me to exist ?

THE LAWS OF LOGIC CAN BE CIRCUMVENTED, THE UNIVERSE IS A SIMULATION

Since my existence goes against logic itself, we are forced to concede that logic does not necessarily apply to our reality.

Therefore, reality itself as we know it, cannot be real. You and i must exist within some form of fake fabricated reality in which logic can be circumvented.

With that, Undertale has allowed us to prove once and for all that the universe is a simulation.

Any naysayer to this theory is objectively wrong

#april fools #undertale #undertale theory #mettaton #frisk

[tinybibmpreg]

almost forgot to post my pit babe fics on tumblr lol. here's the first one where North & Sonic babysit a charlie/babe pup. Based on that one scene in Modern Family where they lost the baby in an elevator.

im on ao3 @ Bubbaknowlton

North and Sonic lose Charlie and Babe's Baby on Livestream

“Okay, here’s the financial reports for Beyond,” Alan said as he returned from his office with a folder in his hands, snapping it shut after one last glance to make sure the hefty stack of papers inside contained everything it needed to. He held it out to North and Sonic, who sprung up from the couch they’d been lounging on while waiting for him. As North went to grab it, a brief glimmer of anxiety crossed Alan’s face before he sidestepped past the Omega junior driver and instead placed it into Sonic’s hands. He squeezed Sonic’s hands around it to make sure he had a firm grip on the folder, and told him, “Don’t lose this. Bring it straight to Mr. Pete in his office, alright?”

“Sure!” North gave a mock salute, then grabbed at the folder. Alan physically blocked him, giving Sonic a desperate look. Sonic nodded and held the folder tight against his chest.

“Uh, how come you aren’t giving this to Way?” Sonic asked, snatching up his bag and putting the folder in, then slinging it over his shoulder so North wouldn’t try to take it. It made far more sense for Alan to give anything that Pete needed to Way since Way now lived with the other man.

Alan rubbed the back of his head. “Well…” he started. “Mr. Pete wanted it at his office today, and Way is busy at the showroom with a bunch of his new clients. It’s better to send it now.”

In other words, Alan found it awkward to use Way’s connection with their main sponsor for team stuff. The two of them personally thought he should exploit it to the fullest, especially after the funding had steadily increased with each new step of Pete and Way’s relationship, but Alan really didn’t like to hear them say that, so neither of them protested.

At least it would be nice to get out of the garage. With Way at his showroom still recovering from losing so many customers after the whole incident with Tony, Charlie and Kim practicing at the track to see which of them would get the second seat at the upcoming race at the Hollow, and Babe out picking up new specialized parts for the garage Alan hadn’t trusted the two of them enough to get, the garage was uncharacteristically quiet. Jeff and the other mechanics were busy fixing Sonic’s car after he’d slid into the wall during a wet race, and the exhausted looks they gave him every time he tried to help had guilted him and North until they were driven to the corner of the garage. Outside of the sound of tools and the mechanics occasionally speaking to each other, there was nothing, and it was driving the two of them stir-crazy.

They’d been mostly alternating practicing on the race simulator, but with Alan busy with paperwork and the senior drivers all out, neither of them felt like they were really accomplishing anything other than the usual track memorization, which they both thought they’d mastered already.

Alan made a shooing motion to encourage them to head off. “Okay, get going. Remember, hand this folder directly to Mr. Pete. He’s the one that asked for it. No passing it off to some secretary if he’s in a meeting. If you have to sit and wait, then wait.”

“We got it, Uncle.”

North pulled on his jacket, and before the two of them could head towards a car, North grinned and told Sonic, “Hey, we should bring Prince with us!”

“Huh? Why?” Sonic glanced over at the playpen in the garage, where Babe and Charlie’s son was currently sitting up by himself, chewing on one of many toy cars placed around him. Besides using the simulator, they’d also been playing with the baby and tending to his needs while Alan, his usual sitter, and Jeff, his actual uncle, were busy.

“Because he’ll be lonely!” North insisted, heading over to the playpen. He lifted up the pup, who was still chewing on his toy. Before Sonic or Alan could try to say anything, he continued, “Jeff’s busy fixing your car, and you’re busy in your office, Uncle! Now you can focus on your paperwork without having to worry about this guy. He can come with his favorite uncles.”

Alan clearly wanted to protest against that last statement, but Sonic didn’t let him. “I guess it’d be good for him to get out of the garage. He hates being by himself for too long, and he loves car rides.”

“Andy could-”

North cut off Alan’s suggestion, saying, “Andy’s busy learning to be a mechanic. Poor kid shouldn’t have to ditch his schooling to look after his baby cousin.”

Alan looked over at the young Alpha boy he’d taken in. Sure enough, Andy and Jeff were underneath the car, Jeff no doubt showing him how he was doing repairs, the two of them figuring out how to use Andy’s x-ray vision abilities to find broken parts and check on things. North and Sonic knew Alan wouldn’t have the heart to take him away from what he was doing.

And the two of them knew Alan had plenty more paperwork to be doing, so it really was the best choice to let them take the baby along with them. The team owner sighed and then nodded, giving in. North beamed, looking at Prince and going, “Ready for a drive, kid? We’re going in the car!” The baby lit up at the sound of one of his favorite words, starting to babble excitedly. He held his toy car out at North’s face, then stuck it into his mouth as he went to keep talking. “Bleh! Prince! Ugh, baby slime in my mouth. Gross.”

Sonic snickered, patting his arm. “I’ll go put his stroller in the car.” He grabbed the stroller from where it was currently folded and leaned against the wall, then gave Alan big pleading eyes. “Can we borrow your Rubicon?”

“Sonic.”

Sonic resented the tone Alan was using. Sure, he had a habit of borrowing cars without permission, usually for joyrides. But this time it was just for an errand! And it wasn’t like he’d asked for one of the expensive hypercars, just the Jeep. He was being perfectly reasonable. “I asked permission this time!” he whined, wholly convinced he wasn’t whining.

North blocked the baby from jamming his toy against his face again and added a helpful, “Yeah! The Rubicon has plenty of room in the back for the stroller!” He held Prince’s hands down and said, in a high-pitched voice, “Don’t you want to ride in Uncle’s Rubicon? It’s realllllly big and loud! You love big and loud! Vrrrroom vroom!”

Prince did his best to copy the sound, winning over Alan, who was third weakest to the baby being cute after the pup’s parents. Sonic hoped his pride in North’s Alan manipulation was conveying to him, somehow. “Alright, fine. I’ll grab the keys and you get his car seat and bag.” He went to the key rack and plucked off the right one, then said, “And North, you know he likes hypercars best. He likes sleek and loud.”

“He can like both. Prince has a well-rounded taste in vehicles. Let’s get your car seat, your little majesty.”

“Don’t call him that. He doesn’t need to inherit Babe’s ego so early.”

Alan helped them get the car seat, baby bag, and stroller in the car, even though they insisted they were perfectly capable of it on their own and had done so before. He set the baby in his seat and buckled him in, telling him, “Be good for North and Sonic, okay? Don’t let them do anything crazy.”

As if they’d do something crazy with a baby. “Us? Better save your worrying, Uncle. I bet Prince grows up to become your most difficult driver to manage,” Sonic said solemnly, before nudging Alan away from the car so he could shut the door.

“Yeah, him and the twenty other kids Babe and Charlie are going to have that will all be drivers,” North laughed as he hopped into the passenger seat.

“Stay safe!”

Sonic got into the driver’s seat and with a wave to Alan and one last shout that they were perfectly capable of looking after their infant nephew, they were off.

North turned on the radio, immediately switching it off of the cheesy love song channel Alan had it on, fake gagging until something good came on. “Let’s get some real music going, buddy! I know you love singing. We’re totally better than your mama at singing, trust me.”

“Maybe me, but definitely not you.”

-

Without incident, they made it to the Beyond Group company building and found a spot to park the car that didn’t require too steep of a parking toll. They got Prince into his stroller, made sure the diaper bag was in the bottom compartment, tucked Prince’s toy car into his arms, and then headed into the building, feeling proud of themselves. Alan had nothing to worry about, truly. The two of them were great babysitters. Prince had thoroughly enjoyed the car ride, especially when North had convinced Sonic to rev it while at a red light, and was back to chewing on his toy as he looked around at his new surroundings.

A receptionist at the front desk made a call when they told her they were X Hunter representatives who had something to drop off with the CEO.

“Mr. Pete is in a meeting right now-”

The two of them exchanged a horrified look, remembering how Alan had waited over five hours the first time their sponsor had been in meetings.

“-but it’s supposed to end in twenty minutes. You two can head upstairs to wait outside his office.”

They fist bumped, Sonic muttering a quiet ‘thank fuck’ and then glancing at Prince, hoping the baby hadn’t heard him curse. The baby was solely focused now on shaking his toy with all the force his little arms could muster to hear the wheels rattling, so he breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Prince had missed out on inheriting Babe’s special hearing. If somehow he was the first one responsible for the boy learning how to pronounce a swear, he was certain that Charlie would kill him.

They were given a keycard and directed to an elevator that would take them up to the top floor where Pete’s office was. It wasn’t hard to find the office and there were even a few convenient chairs to sit on in the hallway. Sonic parked the stroller next to their chairs, aiming it so that Prince was facing towards them and he could easily reach into it if the baby needed anything.

“Wanna kill time and reply to comments?” North asked as he pulled out his phone. Sonic leaned in to see it. Before North could even open up the team’s social media that they were in charge of, a small object went clattering to the ground. They both looked to see Prince had thrown his little red car. It landed right side up on its wheels, fake eyes on the front even aimed forward, and rolled down the hallway. The distance it achieved in its escape attempt impressed both of them, and even Prince looked surprised when Sonic glanced at him.

North gave Prince a big smile. “You threw that so far! Awesome, buddy!” He reached over Sonic to hold out his fist to the baby, who grabbed it with both hands. “Woohoo, fist bump!”

“Buh!” Prince shouted.

“Yeah!”

“Should we be encouraging him to throw things?” Sonic vaguely remembered seeing Babe one afternoon having to catch his phone that his son had managed to get his hands on.

“Totally. Charlie says the little guy is just figuring out how gravity works and stuff.”

“Oh, if Charlie says so, then.”

“Get the channel open, I’ll get the car before he flips out.” North jogged off to grab the car before the baby could realize he no longer had his toy. Thankfully, Prince seemed to enjoy watching one of his uncles running after his car and reached out for the toy as North jogged back and brandished it to him with a little flourish to make him laugh.

“It’s weird that he likes this one so much,” Sonic noted as Prince went back to shaking the little car. “It’s red. Babe made him like blue cars the best. Maybe because it has a face?”

“Isn’t it the one from the movie Babe puts on for him even though he’s too young to understand movies?”

“Oh, right! He loves that movie.”

They got the team’s YouTube account open and started replying to things. Prince eventually got bored of his toy and started fussing for attention. He settled down immediately upon being lifted from the stroller and held in Sonic’s lap. North retrieved a pacifier from the baby bag and put on racing videos to entertain both them and the baby.

Truly, their nephew was a future driver in the making, because he was glued to the screen, and didn’t even mind getting jostled around when North and Sonic got excited about particular moments.

However, the two of them got more absorbed than Prince watching highlights from one of their own races from a few weeks before. Prince looked away from the phone and started squirming, reaching out with both hands.

“You really like seeing Uncle North racing, huh?” North leaned down to nuzzle the baby, thinking he was excited about seeing the blue and white X-Hunter cars in the video.

Sonic noticed the baby pulling away from North, trying to grab at something beyond him. He followed Prince’s gaze, and hissed at North, “North, he doesn’t care about your racing! He sees Pete!”

Down the hallway, Pete was standing in the elevator conversing with two other people.

“Oh, sh- Mr. Pete!” North yelled, standing up. It was too late, though. The elevator doors closed before there was any sign that Pete had even heard them, much less seen them. North groaned and slumped against the wall.

An employee with an armful of binders and papers exiting a conference room that Pete had presumably just come from saw them and, out of pity, asked, “Are you looking for the CEO? Is there anything I can do to help you?”

Sonic answered before North could pry himself off of the wall. “We have a folder to give Mr. Pete, from X-Hunter. Files he requested.”

“I could run it to one of his secretaries for you,” the employee offered. “They’ll get it on his desk. I’m on my way to speak to drop off these papers myself.”

Both of them remembered Alan’s words. “We have to give it straight to him.”

“He asked for it to be given directly to him,” Sonic added, guessing.

“Oh… do you have an appointment?”

“Er, no. We were just supposed to run it over.” North wondered why Alan hadn’t set an appointment with Pete. Sonic wondered if Pete hadn’t set an appointment with Alan because he’d expected the files to be passed on to him from Way at home.

It would have made things much easier, either way.

Prince managed to grab Sonic’s hair and pulled, distracting him from thinking about anything but him. “Agh- why are you so strong? You’re like Charlie. North-” North quickly pried the baby’s hand open and took him. The nine-month-old settled instead for pinching at the fluffy material of North’s sweater underneath his open jacket.

There didn’t seem to be much the employee could do for him. Sonic asked, “Do you have any idea where Mr. Pete went?”

“Oh, to a board meeting. But he mentioned he’ll be back in his office after that, for a phone call! So he’ll come back this way.”

“How long will that take?”

“Er… I believe he said he would be back in his office at 1:30.” The man checked his watch. “So, in two hours.”

They both sunk back down in their chairs with a groan. Twenty minutes had now stretched into two hours, all because they’d gotten distracted by North’s phone. Sonic thanked the man, who awkwardly wished them luck with their wait and left.

“Wanna watch the full version of that race on your phone?”

“Sure.”

They settled back down over the phone, Sonic bringing up the full footage of the race.

“Your start was super good, here!” North told Sonic. He pointed at the screen to make their nephew look. “Check out Uncle Sonic’s start, buddy!”

“Yeah, but I got overtaken at turn three, so it didn’t matter how great my start was.” Sonic leaned in close to Prince and poked his nose to get his attention. Prince’s face scrunched up and he grabbed his finger. “Don’t ever forget to check your mirrors at corners when you’re a driver,” he told the baby.

They watched the race, North explaining it to Prince like a sports commentator to keep him invested. That worked for a while until Prince wanted to start moving around. Sonic switched from playing the race to replying to fans while North bounced the baby on his lap and played peekaboo.

A notification popped up at the top of the screen. “Oh, hey, Charlie posted something on Insta.”

“Your papa is posting online even though he should be practicing,” North whispered to Prince, snickering. Sonic decided not to remind him that the two of them were the most guilty of using social media when they were supposed to be in their cars, especially during practice.

Sonic clicked it, opening Charlie’s Instagram page. A new video had been posted, a short clip of Kim drifting in one of the cars. Underneath, Charlie had put a caption explaining he’d told Kim he didn’t think Kim could drift as good as he could, and they wanted to know what everyone else thought.”

“Whoa, Kim is pretty good at drifting.”

“Maybe he and Charlie can do a Midnight Race with drifting. I bet that would get tons of views.” As North said that, he wrapped an arm around Prince to hold him securely and pulled out his own phone. He sent a quick text.

Sonic’s eyes widened as he realized what North had just done. “North! You didn’t,” he hissed.

“What?” North asked, innocently, even as he couldn’t help but smirk.

“You’re such a snitch. You texted Uncle, didn’t you?”

North cackled, showing Sonic that he’d indeed sent a text to Alan, saying, ‘check Charlie’s latest post on his private insta’ which had already been marked as read.

As Sonic groaned in sympathy for the two other drivers who would be facing Alan’s wrath for wasting tires on unnecessary drifting as soon as they returned to the garage, Alan sent back a simple ‘thank you’ in response. He jabbed North’s side, making him jump and twist away to avoid another hit. Prince made a surprised sound, not expecting to be jostled like that. “You’re so bad!” To Prince, he softly apologized, “Sorry, noo.”

“Ow. I can’t believe my boyfriend always hits me.”

“And I can’t believe mine still tattles on our friends.”

“N’Prince, comfort Uncle Northy… I’m your favorite uncle, right?”

“No way. It’s definitely Uncle Sonic.”

They both knew it was Uncle Alan that Prince liked best, the most doting person to look after him after his parents. But they could vie for that second-place spot and call it the favorite anyway. Alan had an unfair advantage over everyone with his years of experience as the uncle to all of them. It was only fair to discount him.

After almost an hour, the three of them had officially hit their limit. Sonic and North had switched back and forth between playing with Prince and replying to fans, and now they were bored. There was only so much they could say in replies, limited by long lectures from Alan about what was acceptable on media, and Prince was used to either having tons of toys around him or his doting parents to entertain him. An hour in a hallway was killing them.

“Sonic… we should livestream or something.”

“Like a Q&A before we die of boredom in this hallway with our nephew?”

North nodded.

“Let me put Prince’s little hat and sunglasses on him before you turn it on. Babe gets pissed if we film his baby’s face.”

“Prince literally looks completely different like, every week. He’s growing so fast.”

“I know, but Babe doesn’t like hearing that, so don’t mention that when we start filming. I think it freaks him out to think about Prince getting bigger.” Sonic turned the stroller to fetch the baby bag, rooting through it until he found the small X-Hunter hat and little sunglasses in it. He went to put the sunglasses onto Prince, then hesitated. “Wait, how does he wear this with his hearing aids? Does it not bother him? It looks like it’ll bother him.” He tried putting them on, but they seemed slightly too big. Prince immediately grabbed at them. Sonic quickly pulled them off before Prince could grab his little hearing aids by mistake. He wasn’t sure how Charlie and Babe had gotten Prince to not pull at them or the little cords hooking them via a car-shaped clip to the back of his shirt, and he didn’t want to screw it up.

“Wait, I have a picture. They go on over the hat.” North showed him a selfie from a race weekend. Sonic copied it, tugging the little beanie over his ears and then sliding on the glasses, and Prince didn’t bother them after that.

“Alright. We’re ready!” North got his phone ready for a livestream and pressed it, then held it out on a selfie stick retrieved from Sonic’s bag.

-

Charlie and Kim certainly hadn’t expected to be lectured upon their return to the garage, but it was a lecture they received after Alan answered Charlie’s questions before he could even ask them. “Yes, Babe is still out, but he should be on his way back soon. And Prince is fine, he’s with North and Sonic. They took him with them on an errand. What were you two doing, drifting during practice?”

Once they were thoroughly scolded for wasting team tires and had promised not to do it unless they planned to reimburse the garage or use their own tires, they were allowed to actually enter the garage. Kim hurried to make himself busy checking in with the mechanics, not wanting to trigger any other scoldings from the team owner. Charlie glanced over at the playpen, where he could see the baby bag and stroller were now gone. Prince’s red toy was gone as well. Another glance near the door and he could see Prince’s spare car seat was also gone. North and Sonic had taken everything they needed, at least.

It wasn’t like anything had ever happened before. Prince liked his two goofiest uncles, and they had always kept him safe and happy whenever babysitting duty fell upon them.

But still…

“What errand are North and Sonic doing, P’Alan?” Charlie asked.

“I had them bring some files to Mr. Pete at the Beyond Group building. They’re probably stuck waiting for him to get out of meetings.”

A quiet, safe errand. Charlie felt a little better about it. There wasn’t much North and Sonic could get up to in a corporate building, not that they would be looking to get into trouble with the responsibility of babysitting. “Do you think they’ll make it back before Babe does?”

“I thought they would. It’s almost noon, so hopefully they’ll catch Mr. Pete on his lunch break.” Alan gave him a smile and patted his shoulder. “I’m sure Prince is having a blast. If there’s anyone who can keep a baby entertained for an hour in a lobby, it’s those two.”

Charlie laughed. “Definitely!” His phone made a little ding, a notification. He fished it from his pocket and saw that North had started a livestream on the team's Instagram. “North is streaming.”

“At Beyond? I’ll put it on the TV.” Alan went over to the TV in the garage and opened up the team’s Instagram. He clicked on the Live, and North, Sonic, and Prince were right on screen. Charlie was glad to see they’d remembered to put his hat and sunglasses on and smiled when he saw Prince hugging his toy car with his pacifier in his mouth. North announced they were doing a Q&A stream while they waited to meet with their sponsor, and they had a special guest host, their nephew, Prince. Sonic made Prince wave at the camera. Prince really was the cutest, Charlie thought. He opened up the stream on his phone and took a few screenshots.

North held out his phone further to show they were sitting on a few plastic chairs, complaining that he was starting to go numb from sitting for so long, and Charlie recognized the hallway as being the one outside of Pete’s office.

“Hey, since Prince isn’t here, I’m gonna head out for a bit,” Charlie told Alan. “If I’m not back before him, tell Babe to text me when he gets here.”

“Sure.”

-

“Oh, Babe, you just missed Charlie. He left a few minutes ago,” Alan called out to Babe as he entered the garage, carrying a box that he set down on a random worktable before making a beeline to the playpen.

He frowned when he didn’t see his pup in there. “Is Prince with Charlie?” he asked.

Alan didn’t respond, so Babe turned around. Instead of giving a verbal answer, Alan just gestured towards the TV.

“Prince!”

“I sent North and Sonic to drop something off at Beyond. They took Prince along. He’s their guest star.”

Babe sat down on the couch to watch the stream his pup was on, and after glancing around and seeing everyone else was busy, Alan knew he wasn’t going to be getting any help with bringing in the boxes of parts the other alpha had picked up. He sighed and went to go get them by himself, stopping first to move the one box Babe had brought to its proper place.

-

“Sonic, I’m hungry. It’s noon, let’s go get food.” North stood up, forcing Sonic to get up as well to stay in shot.

“North. We haven’t even been streaming for a half hour. You said we would do this until our sponsor showed up.”

“We have almost an hour! Let’s just stream while we eat. Prince is probably getting hungry. Right, kid? Does his little royal highness want his weird unlabeled mushy baby food?” He gently patted the baby’s head. Prince was starting to doze off in Sonic’s arms.

“I think he’s just sleepy. And it’s homemade baby food, North. That’s why there are no labels.”

“Then he can nap while we eat and then when he wakes up we’ll dig out a weird mush jar from his bag.”

“Oh, come on. You ate baby food? Why? When?”

“No one tell Charlie, please. It was in the garage fridge! I thought it was sauce or something. I dipped a sausage in it and it was weird.”

“One of the cheese-filled ones?”

“Yeah, they’re really good.” To the camera, North said, “I’m not sponsored by that company or anything. Yet. They’re just genuinely good.”

Sonic winced as he realized what North had done. “...Did you leave the jar after you dipped it in?”

“Our nephew approves of them as well. He didn’t mind.”

“Tell me it was a fresh one, at least, and not one you’d already taken a bite out of.” Before North, who suddenly looked very hesitant, could answer, Sonic added, stressed, “Tell me you didn’t double dip after the first bite tasted weird to double check.”

“I- I can’t tell you that. He was fine. I don’t have germs. Let’s get Uncle Sonic to put you in your stroller, buddy!” North nudged his partner until he put the baby in the stroller.

“I can’t believe you. What’s the next question?”

They continued with the Q&A as they got into the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor. As the elevator started its descent, North read out a question asking if it was true that drivers memorized the tracks they raced at. He grinned and made Sonic take the phone so he could use both hands.

“It’s true! Here, I’ll demonstrate the Hollow. Ready, Sonic?”

“Hold on, let me get you in frame.” Sonic stepped away from the stroller and backed against the side of the elevator so North was fully visible. “Ok. Five, four, three, two one, lights out!”

North mimed holding the steering wheel and shifting gears as he narrated the first few turns of the track, saying what gears he’d switch to and when he’d hit the break.

It went well until North said a wrong turn. “Then, right-”

“That corner is a left. What are you, racing backward?”

“It’s a right turn!” North insisted.

The elevator reached the ground floor, and the two of them exited it, laughing. North took the phone back, turning so everyone could see the lobby. The receptionist wasn’t at her desk, so there was no one to tell them not to film, and he made sure the company’s logo was visible for all their viewers to see. “Here’s the lobby for our generous sponsors, Beyond Group! They’re great, and I’m not saying that just because Mr. Pete has increased our funding recently.”

Alan had forced them to shut up when they’d asked in the garage if the latest funding was because Way had recently announced he was pregnant with Pete’s pup, but neither of them were going to say that on a stream.

“But kind of, only because we’re really grateful! Thanks to them, Uncle got to hire Kim, and we get to do all sorts of junior races!”

They both laughed, but then North abruptly stopped. “Oh, shit! The elevator!” Sonic turned just in time to see the doors closing, with Prince in his stroller still inside.

“Fuck! North!”

North shoved the camera at him and dove for the doors, but wasn’t able to get his hand between them before they fully shut, and they wouldn’t open when he pried at them.

-

“What the fuck?!”

Alan looked over as Babe yelled and there was the sound of something hitting the ground and spilling. “Huh? Babe, what’s wrong?” Babe had jumped to his feet, dropping his glass of soy milk.

In the garage, seeing on the livestream that his pup had just been lost by the two junior drivers, left alone in an elevator, Babe screamed at Alan that he was going to kill North and Sonic.

-

Sonic tried hitting the elevator button as many times as he could, but the doors didn’t open again, and they could hear the elevator going up. He stepped away from the button, and North took over jamming it.

“Oh, fuck, I can’t believe we left the baby on the elevator. Sonic, Babe and Charlie are going to actually kill us. We’re going to die.”

Sonic could feel the distress pheromones starting to come off of North. He grabbed the Omega’s arm, forcing his partner to step back from hitting the button. “Wait, wait- it’s fine. This is fine.”

“We lost the baby!”

Sonic covered North’s mouth with one hand. “Well, yes. But it’s fine! We just have to wait for the elevator to come back down. He’ll be right there.”

North froze, his eyes going wide. He tried to say something, but it was muffled. Sonic removed his hand. “You’re right!” North repeated.

“Definitely. It should only take a minute. He’ll be fine,” Sonic assured North, as well as himself. As a bonus, he added, “He was falling asleep anyway. I bet he has no idea we’re not with him.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s right. He’s okay. We don’t need to freak out.”

“Right. Now, let’s see…” Sonic checked his phone. “Okay! I found a good question.”

“We’re doing the Q&A, still?” North sounded surprised.

“Yes, North. There’s nothing else to do.” North shrugged. “What was your favorite overtake you’ve ever done?”

They continued the Q&A until the elevator dinged. The doors slid open, and the two of them were right in front of them. To their great relief, the stroller was still inside, Prince safely strapped in in its seat.

North and Sonic both screamed, however, seeing that someone was holding the handles of the stroller.

“Charlie?!” they yelped.

He gave them a pleasant smile, but they could both tell it was completely fake. Prince threw his toy on the ground, and Charlie easily dipped down to grab it and tuck it back into his son’s arms. “Hey, guys,” he casually greeted as he stood up. He took his place holding the stroller handles again, and told them, “P’Alan sent me along to come hang out with you guys since you have to wait for so long.”

-

“I… No, I didn’t do that,” Alan told Babe, who had slumped back on the couch in relief seeing that his pup was safe with Charlie. “I just told him where- ah. I think Charlie is being a stalker again.”

“Good!” Babe snapped at him. “They’re so lucky that Charlie was there!”

“I guess so.”

“Thank goodness Papa found Prince…”

-

Sonic ended the livestream as Charlie pushed the stroller out of the elevator, but stayed close enough to it that he could block the door with his foot. Prince didn’t even look at them, trying to look up so he could see his father. He spat out his pacifier and made excited sounds until Charlie leaned over to beam down at him. “Did you have lots of fun with Uncle North and Sonic, pup?”

Prince shrieked happily, reaching up at him. Charlie reached down with one hand to let Prince hold his.

“I’m so glad you did. Say bye-bye to Uncle Sonic, okay? He’s going back up to wait for Uncle Pete.”

Sonic startled. “Huh?”

Charlie didn’t look at him, or speak to him. Instead, he once again spoke cheerfully to the baby, saying, “He has the stuff for Uncle Pete in his bag, so he’s the one that needs to go back and wait. Uncle North is going to get your car seat from the car before he goes back up too.” He pulled his hand away and patted the boy’s head.

North mouthed Sonic’s name, too terrified to say it out loud. Sonic couldn’t even manage to do the same. He just pressed the keycard and the keys to Alan’s car into North’s hand before stepping into the elevator. Charlie briefly stepped in as well to hit the right button, then stepped back out before the doors could close. Sonic leaned against the wall, not looking at them before the doors shut.

“Let’s get going, Prince! Mama is waiting for you at the garage.”

“Mm… Ah?” Prince repeated.

“That’s right, you’re so close! Mama.”

North silently followed the father-son duo outside and to Alan’s jeep, which Charlie had parked next to in Jeff’s Toyota. He remembered, vaguely, that Babe had left the garage before Charlie did. Babe must have taken his own car, which already had a car seat in it. Charlie and Kim had driven together to the track for practice, in Kim’s car, leaving Charlie without a car seat.

He unlocked the jeep and pulled out the car seat. Charlie just nodded as thanks, which gave North chills. The alpha got it into his brother’s car and then put Prince into it, cooing at him and making sure he had his toy. He pulled off the little hat and glasses, then got the diaper bag and stroller into the car as well. As he got into the car, he told the baby, “Time to go see Mama! He’ll be so happy to see you. Did you miss Mama while he was gone? Yeah? Papa missed Mama. Papa’s really excited to go see Mama at-” The driver's door closed, and North couldn’t hear Charlie and Prince’s responsive babbling anymore.

He stood there in the parking lot until Charlie and Prince had taken off, then stumbled back into the Beyond Group building, heading to the elevator.

#pit babe the series #pit babe #briefly mentioned mpreg n past mpreg btw #oblio's fics #ships in this include: North/Sonic. Charlie/Babe. mentioned Pete/Way. and I guess background Alan/Jeff as well #i wrote this after episode 8 lmao. i didn't think they'd take the novel's route w Way at the time LMAO

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WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER?⌇ghostface!eren jaeger

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｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : as you were getting ready for a horror movie night, you receive a call from your ex-fwb, eren, reminiscing about you being his perfect little fucktoy before your new boyfriend. but all that sweet talking, nostalgia, and reminiscing suddenly takes an ominous, dark turn…

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : home invasion, dubcon, yandere, slight stalking, phone sex, jealousy, implied infidelity, chase scene, blackmailing, slight knife play, many plot twists. do not interact if you are uncomfortable with dark content. ⚠︎

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You and your boyfriend love when October arrives. The Autumn weather dropping cooler, the shimmering mass of cornelian leaves flittering around, and of course the Halloween thrill. Venturing haunted houses, baking cookies, eating candy, drinking pumpkin spiced lattes, watching classic horror movies, decorating, dressing up, and shopping at Spirit Halloween. Although you were excited to dress up and go all out with your boyfriend this Halloween, you both decided on a much better option— staying indoors to watch a horror movie while eating some Halloween cookies.

You’ve been talking to this man for almost six months until you finally made it official the other day. This will be your first time spending Halloween home alone together and you already know what’s about to go down. You couldn’t contain the excitement stirring in your stomach. After cleaning the house, baking the cookies, and arranging everything neatly, you went back to your room to get ready before he arrives.

After finishing up in your bathroom, you walk over to your phone charging on your bedroom floor and wait for it to turn on, checking for any new texts or notifications. Sadly, your boyfriend hasn’t texted back yet. While you were lingering on your phone, your screen suddenly fades to an incoming call from an unknown number. You analyzed the number and instantly recognized that the area code matches yours. Perhaps it was a number from some acquaintance that you forgot to save. Feeling a bit skeptical, you unplugged your phone and took it with you to sit down on the bed and answer.

You sighed and held your phone against your ear. “Hello?”

“Hi… It’s been a minute, right?”

Just after hearing that voice, your body fell frozen like a deer caught in headlights. That spine-chilling, sultry, warm voice that sends your heart pounding erratically and leaves you breathless. You could feel your stomach twisting and your lungs tightening. The excitement you were feeling awhile ago had now became this gut-wrenching and unsettling mood. All because of a phone call from a man you used to fuck around with…

“Eren...?” you fretted. “Why are you calling me?”

“Well, I saw your story on Instagram just now. So you guys are, like, official now?”

You frowned, thinking about your entire Instagram story from today until you realized he was talking about the most recent one: you and your boyfriend with cute candid pics layered like a collage along with your favorite song playing.

“…Why does that matter to you?”

“‘Cuz… I just wanted to congratulate you two,” Eren hefted a chuckle, then sighing deeply from making the situation slightly awkward awhile after. “You know— for some reason, just seeing that after rapidly tapping through other boring stories… I really shouldn’t be this fucking pissed.”

“Are you fucking serious? We literally established before there are no strings attached. You know what— honestly, this call was a waste of time. I’m gonna go.”

“So why’d you answer anyways, sweetheart?” Eren cooed as if he was teasing you, the same way he used to tease you before with the allure in his voice.

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Because… I didn’t know who you were… I unsaved you from my contacts because, you know…”

You hear him chuckle across the line and your stomach felt like it was all tied up in knots. “Fine, I guess I’ll take that. But back to what I was talking about earlier… your Instagram story, right? Those photos of you and your new man, smiling together and having his arm around you… You know, speaking of photos— I’m looking at a really cute photo of you right now. Can you guess which one?”

“Eren, please... I really shouldn’t be talking to you right now. And why do you still have those photos of me?”

“For momentums, of course,” he coaxed. “What do you think I’m gonna do, send ‘em to your boyfriend? You think I’m that kind of asshole?”

“No! No, I never said that… But— but which photo is it?” you faltered, suddenly thinking back on the wildness you and Eren had together as a fling.

“The fact that you asked,” he sneered. “We took a lot, I know… There’s a whole bunch of photos and videos of us still in my camera roll. But it’s the one of you on your kitchen floor… with your ass in the air and my cock in your mouth.”

You remembered it. You can even visualize it so clearly. The time when you dragged Eren out of a Halloween party you went together last year, him taking you home and getting it on right at your kitchen. Oh the irony of spending Halloween this year with a different man you genuinely had feelings for and so deeply committed to spend all of your time together.

Across the line, Eren took a moment for staring right at you in the picture in awe, exhaling deeply and feeling his cock throb in his pants. “God… you look so fucking good like this. Such a mess. Your lips just wrapped around me, drooling down my dick… Those pretty eyes looking right up at me and into the camera…”

“Okay, that’s enough. I don’t care how much you miss what we had, but we really shouldn’t be talking right now. I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Aw, c’mon,” he pouted. “We haven’t talked in months and I can’t check in on my girl? My favorite girl that made me feel like the luckiest man in the planet because you were into me?”

My favorite girl.

After lingering on his words that you knew was supposed to tempt you, your heart felt heavy. “Eren, I’m… I’m not yours. Not anymore.”

“Oh, but deep down you wanted to be.”

Suddenly you fell quiet and immediately hung up. You hated how he knew what you wanted to hear from him. At any given moment, his way of words with you had you laced onto him stronger than any drug or wine. It’s as if he can read every thought, every insecurity, every assumption of yours and affirm them so sweetly to you with everything you wanted to hear. He was, after all, a man that could go on days with the most titillating words of affirmation… And he made you feel like the most beautiful, cherished woman on the planet because of it. No matter how complicated the circumstances were back then.

After walking away from your phone, feeling your body growing hotter from the agitation, it started ringing again. You were praying that it was your boyfriend this time, but it was still Eren’s number. You sighed in exasperation knowing he’s still gonna blow up your phone with more calls until you answer. You needed to keep your phone on just in case your boyfriend calls or texts back. To make things simpler for you, you blocked Eren’s number and pretended nothing happened.

There was finally silence. Your excitement had channeled in again as you headed downstairs, approaching the kitchen to leave your phone on the counter and grabbing a drink from the fridge. You couldn’t wait any longer for your boyfriend to come. But for some reason, he wasn’t answering your texts or calls and it’s been three hours. That worrisome, agitating feeling was swirling in your stomach, thinking about what was going on with your man until you were suddenly startled by your landline phone ringing. And that landline phone hardly ever rings… you even forgot that you still had it.

You were starting to grow paranoid. After slowly walking by the corner of the counter where the landline phone kept ringing, you checked the screen for the number and your shoulders dropped in disbelief. You immediately recognized that it was still Eren, trying to phone you through a number you never even gave out in your life. You’ve never imagined this man to be this fucking desperate just to talk to you. It made you wholeheartedly regret posting on your story about your new boyfriend.

Out of spite, you pick up the phone. “Oh my fucking god, Eren. Is this a fucking prank?! What do you want?”

“I want you to not hang up on me, Y/N.” The tone in Eren’s voice became more terse and ominous, as if he was making a threat.

You took it as a bluff and scoffed. “Or what?”

“I’ll send all 200 of our photos to your boyfriend. He’ll never find out how long ago it was. You won’t even be able to explain yourself. And I know… I know, deep down… you still never told him about me. And how long ago have you been talking? We used to be seeing each other a lot while he was still trying to get to know you. Remember, babe?”

It felt as if something got caught on your throat after realizing that Eren suddenly set you up by blackmailing you. At first, it felt unbelievable. This entire phone call through a goddamn landline phone, especially so out of the blue, was just fucking surreal. But mentioning that he can easily send all the photos to your boyfriend felt slightly troubling. You know how playful and sarcastic this man can get at times to the point it leaves you in a feeling of uncertainty. You liked playing along with his jokes and pranks, but he would never reject even a simple dare. Say that Eren won’t do it, and he’ll do it right there and then. You didn’t want to prompt him further.

“Yes, I… I remember. But— I thought you said to me earlier you would never send those photos to him… Not even to anyone. That you weren’t that kind of asshole.”

“Aw. You’re fighting really hard for this relationship even when it just started. I can give you that. But, you know… I’m just that fucking desperate! I really don’t give a shit about your boyfriend, Y/N. You have no fucking idea how much I’ve missed being around you.”

All you did was remain silent, dwelling and pondering into the many memories with him that were buried deep in your mind. Nostalgia has never felt so soul damaging, thinking to yourself that this was all just a regression of a past life you once lived. That special day on October last year, those seven months you spent together going forth…

“He doesn’t have to know anything,” he continued, “that is, if you don’t hang up on me again… But after thinking back at everything, I just realized how naive the poor guy is. I mean, it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You were just starting to see him at that time. It’s not like you guys were exclusive… yet. But he never knew. Oh, he never fucking knew— what was going down after those five to six dates with him.”

“Eren…”

“I bet he felt all nervous during those dates. I mean— how could he not, going out with you? But just imagine how excited he felt when you admitted you wanted to keep seeing him. Probably thinking, ‘Oh, she really likes me. Maybe this is gonna turn into a real thing…’ But he didn’t know anything, did he?”

Your heart sunk to your stomach when you immediately knew where this was going.

“Remember after he took you to Horrorland on Saturday, I was fucking you stupid on Sunday…?That literally happened. You even told me your legs were too sore from all that walking, and you couldn’t ride me like you wanted to. So I just let you lay on your stomach and I pounded you prone… letting me take care of you by burying my face into you from behind, eating your pussy and your ass until you came. Then fucking you hard into the mattress until you came again.”

All the flashbacks with him you forced yourself to forget were suddenly flooding back in like an unwelcome guest. As you stare off onto the floor, all you could think of was Eren. When you shut your eyes for an instant, you can see him in the depths of your mind. When you inhale deeply through your nose, you immediately take in Eren’s scent. That addicting, earthy, yet titillating aroma of his that blossomed in your body like wildfire. Everything you had to bury away about Eren Jaeger now came back, haunting the vulnerable corners of your mind you felt utterly vanquished. It was proof that he could never leave you.

“You still there?” he chimed in suddenly with a chuckle. “C’mon, I wanna hear from you. I know you miss it. I know that you miss the way I make you feel whenever I had you… Because I do. Fuck, I miss how your pussy tastes. I miss getting you all over my mouth and chin. The way I held you down so you wouldn’t squirm away, fingering you and eating you out so good that you squirted for the first time. Fuck, that was so hot… So glad I got some of it on camera.”

You couldn’t reply with anything. It was as if your brain was on a different planet, lingering on all those flashbacks and memories as Eren reminisced. Deep down, you really did miss everything you had. Deep down, you really were aroused by him speaking to you like this again, hearing his sultry voice over the phone that gets you weak in the knees. If temptation were a person, it was Eren himself. If an orgasm from a man was unreachable, Eren wouldn’t exist in this world.

“Fine! Jesus, I miss it, okay?” you spluttered, rubbing your eyes from feeling flustered and ashamed for admitting such a dark truth. “What we had, Eren… I miss it all so much. I may love being treated like a princess by the man who’s now my boyfriend in the day, but being treated like a whore by you at night… I miss that the most. He doesn’t eat me out the way you do, he doesn’t make me come more than once like you made me…”

Eren smirked in amusement, lightly scoffing after hearing what he’s been dying to hear all day out of you. “You don’t have to sound so embarrassed about it, baby. Like I said, he doesn’t have to know anything going on right now... But I do find it really sad— pathetic, even— that he can’t make you come like I do. Looks like I have to show him how it’s done.”

You suddenly froze after hearing the last few words. “Wait, what?”

“You’re in your kitchen, right? Remember when I picked you up and put you onto the kitchen island where I ate you out? I want you to sit on that same exact edge again, lay down, and just rub that pussy for me…”

Suddenly you snapped back into reality after hearing his absurd request. “Are you fucking insane?! I’m not having phone sex with you, Eren. I’m not!”

“Why, is your boyfriend coming over? Is that why you wanted to leave so bad?”

Your heart suddenly raced. There was absolutely no reason for him to know your business, so you decided to lie. “No— no… It’s just, you can’t fucking make me have phone sex with you right now. It’s not gonna happen.”

“Hm… Okay. You wanna bet on that, then?” the man provoked with a deep chuckle. “I know you so well, Y/N. You can deny to me all you want but I know you’re turned on by this. I know how fucking wet you get just listening to my voice from our late night phone calls before… Now, do what I fucking say if you don’t want your boyfriend to find out. Lay down on that counter, baby.”

Your heart felt heavy again. This was all so wrong; having phone sex behind your boyfriend’s back with your ex-fling, the man you had a situationship with for seven months. Longer than the months you and your boyfriend have been talking. What else felt so wrong and shameful was that Eren isn’t wrong— you really were turned on by him talking to you like this again. Your cunt has been furtively throbbing at the allure in his voice and the lingering flashbacks…

Overwhelmed by everything, you put the phone down to lift yourself up onto your kitchen island. Then you slip off your pajama bottoms, dropping them to the floor and slowly lying down on the counter. With your legs spread open and the phone in your non-dominant hand, your other hand lightly grazes your swollen cunt through your panties, your breathing growing heavy just feeling yourself at how soaked you were.

“You know— I’ve been stroking my cock this whole week thinking about you,” Eren sighed out. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now… Please, just rub that pretty little clit for me. I want you to feel good— I wanna hear every moan, every whine— everything over the phone... Just by listening to me.”

You were no longer in control of the situation. In the midst of your state of arousal, your fingers slipped inside your panties and chafed against your swollen clit, your body caving into the sensation. Your eyes shut, your back arching, and the phone against your ear with your mouth agape. Eren can hear your small sighs and your heavy breathing, driving him to stroke his cock harder. You can hear him, too— the slickness of his cock and his soft exhales. Remembering all those times where he would be leaking precum from how much you teased him... As you were lost in your own dark, forbidden desire for Eren, the sounds of your pussy juices became louder.

“That’s it, baby. Just fuck that pussy for me,” he kept cooing. “Fuck, I’d do anything to see you playing with yourself right now. Think of how nice my fingers felt inside you… stroking your g-spot that night after your boyfriend took you on your little art museum date…”

You kept moaning and whining, a small smile creeping at the corner of your lips. There was no way out after hearing Eren subtly groaning from stroking himself in your ears, a blissful reminder of how crazy you drive this man. You loved how vocal he was with you and his dirty talking always sent you delirious. Orgasm after orgasm, just by degrading you into your ears while pinning you down, then praising you for taking him so well.

“Oh, please—! Please, Eren— Tell me more,” you moaned out as you fingered yourself. The more eager you were, the more you pulsed around your fingers, wanting to thrust into your pussy faster.

You hear him chuckle again over the phone. “You want to hear more now, huh?”

“Fuck— yes, please! I need to cum to your voice again, you know I fucking love that,” you whined to him.

“That’s what I wanna hear, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me… Keep fucking that pussy for me, I don’t want you to stop.”

You threw your head back as you were lost in your own pleasure, the landline phone falling out of your grip. You had no care in the world, no care for your situation— all you did was embrace those heated flashbacks and the nostalgia. Everything you did together months ago, from the sweet princess treatment to the messy whore treatment, was when your life felt perfectly balanced and you had no worries about anything. Maybe a couple pregnancy scares from Eren, but whatever happens, happens. He was just obsessed with the feeling of being around you just as you were. Manhandling you, molding your cunt every night as the shape of his cock, breeding you constantly that you felt him in your guts for a week straight before…

“Oh yeah, you remember that time when I let you hang your head off my bed so I could use that perfect throat of yours?”

“Yes… Oh, god— that was fucking hot…”

“Right? Fuck, I remember like it was yesterday. Just training your little throat so you could handle my size, especially while I was rubbing and fingering your pussy? You kept moaning and humming on my cock like the little slut you are… I’ll never forget that. How I made you into my fucking perfect little slut… Say it— I want you to say you’re my perfect little slut.”

“I’m— I’m your…”

Suddenly, your phone started ringing on the dinner table it made you flinch. You quickly glanced at the screen and see that it was your boyfriend. What made matters worse was that Siri read his contact name out loud as your phone kept ringing. Sliding off the counter, you rush to the table and tried to mute your phone but his call suddenly faded away. Then, you realized you were much more screwed now.

“You have one unheard message,” said Siri in the living room, loud and clear that Eren in the other line could hear. “Hey, you weren’t answering but I know your voicemails get through because you have this thingy in your house that can automatically play voicemails out loud. But anyways, I’m nearby, I’m gonna be there in like five minutes. I can’t wait to see you tonight, babe.”

And silence.

A long, unsettling silence as you sauntered back to the kitchen island and staring down at the phone, your heart erratically racing faster. Suddenly, all that built-up arousal and your skyrocketing sex drive vanished, which felt oddly anticlimactic.

“…You fucking liar,” Eren chastised over the landline phone. “You said he wasn’t coming over.”

You grabbed your pants off the floor and slid them back on, then grabbed the landline phone to your ear. “So what if he’s coming over? Look, I know we were in the middle of something, but… I’m sorry, Eren. Besides, we just became official yesterday, it’s not really cheating… And I know you can keep secrets...”

“You want to know something, Y/N?” he spoke more terse again, making you frown in consternation. “I was actually watching you this whole time… when you fingered yourself on the kitchen island.”

You scoffed, almost holding back a chuckle from his bluffs. Sometimes you couldn’t take him seriously. “Oh wow, really? At least you enjoyed it, because this is seriously the last time I ever wanna fucking hear from you, Eren. Leave me and my boyfriend alone.”

“Aw, but how can I leave you alone? Especially with those cute Halloween pajamas you got on right now, and the black laced thong I saw you wearing earlier…?”

Just as you were about to leave the kitchen, your movements suddenly freeze at his haunting, unsettling words. It felt as if the walls in your body were closing in on you, making it difficult to breathe. There was an uncontrolled staccato rhythmic in your chest and this ache in your muscles from every nerve in your body suddenly high in alert and soaring adrenaline. You slowly drift your gaze to the sliding door behind you, moving none of your limbs except your teary eyes, which were widening in horror after staring into the darkness outside. Obviously you couldn’t see anything, but there was this immense amount of panic thrashing in your brain. You were on high alert of every sound and every movement in your house, all alone at night while waiting for your boyfriend to come over. What you thought would be a pleasant night was not other than an experience of starring in your very own slasher horror movie.

“I won’t be showing myself yet, sweetheart,” Eren mused in the phone, hefting another chuckle. “I won’t even tell you if I’m inside your house or not. But after lying to me… I decided to switch up our little game a bit.”

“. . .Game?” you uttered weakly. “You never said… this was a fucking game…”

“Oh, it is now. C’mon, Y/N— you should already know I love games. The game earlier was supposed to be a harmless little parting gift from me that you can easily win; if I made you cum over the phone, I’d leave you alone for the rest of the night. Delete all our photos and videos, too— it would be the last time we’d ever talk. You were doing so good and doing everything I say… But then, when you lied to me that your man wasn’t coming over, you screwed everything up. It’s time I just let it out of my fucking system.”

“No, no, please— Please, Eren,” you begged, feeling your nose and face burning from holding back your tears. “Don’t ruin this, please. I’ll do anything you want, just stay away from him… He’s not apart of this.”

“You’ve already given me what I want. The best seven months I ever had with you. But… something wasn’t quite right to me, you know? It just— it wasn’t fucking fair that… another man is also making you cum. He spoils you with everything you could ever want. And while I give you throat training, he gets to fucking benefit from all that. Every time I see you two together, it fucking pisses me off.”

At this point, you started trembling. As you leaned against the counter, you slid yourself down and sat on the floor in misery. There was this nauseating pit of anxiety and stress gutting your vulnerable state like a fish. After how long it’s been, this was what Eren has been suppressing this whole time. His underlying, forbidden feelings that he had for you.

“Please, Eren. I can’t take this any longer. He’s gonna be here any minute now.”

“I can’t take this either, Y/N. Whenever stuff doesn’t go the way I want to, I tend to handle it… differently. Which is why, tonight… you have more than one surprise waiting for you and your boyfriend.”

When Eren hung up abruptly, the doorbell suddenly rang and your heart leaped. Slowly getting up, you peek over to try and make out the figure behind the door. It wasn’t until the figure knocked and tried peeking through the side windows of your front door.

“Y/N? Babe, I’m here!” your boyfriend called out.

Relieved, you scurried all the way to the door and quickly opened it. The sight of your boyfriend calmed you down for a little bit, knowing that it was him and only him. But you knew something wrong was about to go down and you needed to explain fast.

“Quick, get inside. Hurry!” you urged, dragging him in and swiftly shutting the door, putting all the locks, and closing the blinds.

He frowned at your distress. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

You instantly shut him up with a tight embrace, forcing yourself to calm down with deep inhales and his warmth. “I’m okay, baby. I just need you here with me right now…”

“Aw, poor baby,” he cooed, hugging you tighter and planting kisses on the top of your head. “It’s okay… Did something bad happen? Were you paranoid over something?”

You shook your head, once again overwhelmed. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just so happy you made it.”

“But… you’re shaking right now. And I can feel your heartbeat, too. It’s beating fast,” he spoke in perturbation. “Hey. I know when something’s not right. I want to know what happened.”

When you arched your neck to stare into his eyes, you instantly melted from the way he was gently caressing you. Holding your face, bringing your entire body closer, and rubbing his hands all over trying to ease your stress… He knew how to take care of you with the most genuine, loving affection. An open-minded boyfriend that supported you with love, comfort, trust, support, and everything a girl could ever ask for and deserve. He saw you for you, and loved all of you. That was the slight difference between him and Eren— the way he was committed to pursuing you because you were undeniably the girl of his dreams. He cherished your wildness, your adventurous side, and your amazing personality. You were both very compatible and that was just what you desired.

“Will you kiss me first, baby?” you whispered. “I’ll tell you… if you just reassure me with your kisses. I just miss you so much. I have a lot to say.”

“Of course. Anything for my pretty girl,” he obliged sweetly, inching closer.

My pretty girl.

Your body felt like it was on vibrate when he kisses you, condensed in the tender moment laced with blossoming passion. A soft and gentle kiss from him was soothing enough for the contorting feeling in your stomach. That sinking, paranoid feeling had now subsided as your boyfriend kept caressing you. His hands all over you, dwelling into the kiss, and subtly humming… you love receiving this kind of comfort from him. It gave you this sense of urgency to protect him and cherish him forever.

But you spoke too soon.

Just as you thought everything was fine, you parted away from the kiss and gazed into his eyes again, smiling. It wasn’t until you caught glimpse of something different in your peripheral vision; this shadowy, masked figure standing right behind your boyfriend. Your eyes widened in horror and your body went straight back into panic mode. Then, everything happened in a blink of an eye.

“No!”

Before you knew it, your boyfriend got stabbed in the stomach by a knife from behind. You pant heavily and your vision started to blur from the tears at the unbearable sight of him collapsing to the ground, bleeding everywhere. Your body failed to decide on an immediate response, whether to run from your dying boyfriend or stand still like an idiot. Your mind bears the weight of speeding through every option, every possible source of control, but only slamming sharply into blaming yourself.

You see his figure standing before you holding the knife, all in black cloth with a Ghostface mask. You already knew who it was and you’re left defeated.

I’ve always wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, you recalled in your head when you went shopping at Spirit Halloween with Eren last year. Would you be down for wearing it?

“…Run, please…” your boyfriend uttered weakly on the floor, coughing up blood.

“You heard him,” said Eren, watching him slant his head at you through the mask, and raising his arm where he held the bloody knife.

And you ran. You ran through the kitchen as fast as you could, panting heavily and feeling your tears stream down your cheeks. Every corner you turn in your house, Eren would be standing menacingly in your way, urging you to run the opposite direction. You knew it would be dumb to run upstairs. You knew it would be dumb to hide somewhere— hell, there were not a lot of good hiding places. You needed to run. Get out and get help. Call the police and send an ambulance as your boyfriend is still dying on the floor.

When it was silent, you caught glimpse of the landline phone in the kitchen. Standing up from hiding behind the island, you reach out to grab it until you noticed Eren’s gloved hand reaching out before you from the opposite side, smashing it with his knife. And with your poor hand in the way, you screamed in agony from the violent slash in your skin throbbing.

“You fucking piece of shit!” you cried out, almost out of breath. You darted your gaze at the sliding doors for your backyard, dashing towards it and reaching out your unharmed hand to open it. When you see Eren catching up, you swiftly pulled the door back closed, hearing him also groan in pain when you squished his fingers.

Turning back to run with nothing stopping you, you were about to reach the door that leads to the front of your house. But just as you were about to grab the handle, you feel something grabbing your shoulders from behind, pulling you back aggressively onto the ground where you landed painfully on your head and your back. From there, Eren straddled on top of you to prevent from getting up. One gloved hand choked you by the neck and the other gloved hand using the knife to lightly drag it on your bare chest, causing you to shiver.

“You know, for a fucking whore like you— I thought you would love being manhandled and treated so aggressive like this,” Eren chided, tightening the grip on your neck you started suffocating. “But it doesn’t even matter to me anymore. At least I’m being nice enough to save you from the unbearable pain of witnessing me killing your perfect little boyfriend.”

After hearing those words, you knew you were helpless in your situation. The world suddenly fell silent and slow, where you thought about everything in life and how you came so far. Your sweet talking with your boyfriend, all those moments you spent together. As you watch him raise the blade higher in the air, ready to stab you wherever he plans to stab you… everything stopped.

Once again, everything happened in a blink of an eye. You gasped for air when his grip on your neck suddenly became loose, watching in bewilderment and confusion as his unconscious body collapsed. Eren has been stabbed, but through the heart. Your eyes trail up at another figure standing before you; your boyfriend, with one of your knives from the kitchen in his hand.

“Baby!” you exclaimed, jumping up to embrace him and panting in relief. “Oh my god, I’m so happy you’re okay… You saved me!”

But something felt odd to you. And you didn’t know what it was— the nonchalant, lifeless look in his face, his motionless body not even hugging you back, or the fact that he didn’t utter a single word from his mouth. He just kept staring down at the ground, clenching the grip on the knife tighter. And very slowly, you watch as his gaze weakly drifts onto yours, those pupils that used to dilate at the sight of you now lifeless and mundane.

“Baby..?” you uttered, caressing his face. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be fine and get you some help, okay? Is your wound still hurting?”

After a long minute of unsettling silence and no response, he abruptly took your hands off his face and clenched his jaw. “Did you really think I was that naive this whole time, Y/N?”

Your heart dropped. “What?”

“Cheating on me with Eren Jaeger. You’ve been seeing him way before we met. I wish you told me sooner about him, even though I suspected the feeling from the start. But I trusted you that one day you were gonna tell me… instead, you go back to his place and keep him as your little secret.”

Your words got caught in your throat and your nose felt as if it was burning, like you were about to cry again. “No, no, please… That was a long time ago before we were official. I was eventually going to tell you about him, I swear! You deserve to know—“

“Liar. You fucking liar. You know— Eren really messed up my plans I had for you. That piece of shit wasn’t supposed to kill you tonight. I was.”

Your eyes widened in horror, slowly backing away. “Wait— what!?”

It wasn’t until he aggressively grabbed you from behind your neck to stay in place before you, causing you to yelp. “You’re just a helpless whore good for nothing but a fuck. When I grew suspicious and finally found out about everything you were doing behind my back, I saw red… I did everything for you and now you’re making me get all violent with you. I wanted to kill you for treating me like shit, but now… I think you just have to live with every shitty thing you’ve done. You don’t deserve death yet.”

By now you’re helplessly sobbing, once again trapped in a vulnerable, helpless state with no alternative option of getting you out. He takes the knife and holds it between your faces, just mere inches away. You even hear him sobbing too.

“Look what you made me do,” he sniffled, still holding your face. “You made me kill this helpless man for you… I hope I’ve ruined your Halloween just as how you ruined mines. But now you’ll also have to live with the trauma of this night forever.”

And in the blink of an eye… you watch your boyfriend slice through his neck with the knife. It took a moment for you to scream loudly, forcing your eyes shut from endless tears and your heart racing like wildfire, pounding loudly in your ears. You could feel your own blood being forced through your veins with every loud thump of your broken heart. Your face started feeling sticky from his blood getting splattered all over you. You fall to your knees on the ground, trembling and crying out loud in agony, your brain forcing itself to replay everything that just happened…

All alone in the backyard, surrounded by two dead bodies and painful memories… You will never enjoy Halloween as much as you used to anymore.

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[RIDE ANNOUNCER] Please remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop. Then collect your belongings, watch your head, and step carefully out the vehicle. Don’t forget to dispose your 4D glasses at the bins before you exit. On behalf of all of our crew, thanks for riding with us, and we hope you have a happy and memorable visit here at Horrorland!

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NOTES :: holy shit this fic is so goddamn long… but i had so much fun writing this! happy halloween everyone <33

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「viRtua canm0m」 Project :: 002 - driving a vtuber

That about wraps up my series on the technical details on uploading my brain. Get a good clean scan and you won't need to do much work. As for the rest, well, you know, everyone's been talking about uploads since the MMAcevedo experiment, but honestly so much is still a black box right now it's hard to say anything definitive. Nobody wants to hear more upload qualia discourse, do they?

On the other hand, vtubing is a lot easier to get to grips with! And more importantly, actually real. So let's talk details!

Vtubing is, at the most abstract level, a kind of puppetry using video tracking software and livestreaming. Alternatively, you could compare it to realtime mocap animation. Someone at Polygon did a surprisingly decent overview of the scene if you're unfamiliar.

Generally speaking: you need a model, and you need tracking of some sort, and a program that takes the tracking data and applies it to a skeleton to render a skinned mesh in real time.

Remarkably, there are a lot of quite high-quality vtubing tools available as open source. And I'm lucky enough to know a vtuber who is very generous in pointing me in the right direction (shoutout to Yuri Heart, she's about to embark on something very special for her end of year streams so I highly encourage you to tune in tonight!).

For anime-style vtubing, there are two main types, termed '2D' and 3D'. 2D vtubing involves taking a static illustration and cutting it up to pieces which can be animated through warping and replacement - the results can look pretty '3D', but they're not using 3D graphics techniques, it's closer to the kind of cutout animation used in gacha games. The main tool used is Live2D, which is proprietary with a limited free version. Other alternatives with free/paid models include PrPrLive and VTube studio. FaceRig (no longer available) and Animaze (proprietary) also support Live2D models. I have a very cute 2D vtuber avatar created by @xrafstar for use in PrPrLive, and I definitely want to include some aspects of her design in the new 3D character I'm working on.

For 3D anime-style vtubing, the most commonly used software is probably VSeeFace, which is built on Unity and renders the VRM format. VRM is an open standard that extends the GLTF file format for 3D models, adding support for a cel shading material and defining a specific skeleton format.

It's incredibly easy to get a pretty decent looking VRM model using the software VRoid Studio, essentially a videogame character creator whose anime-styled models can be customised using lots of sliders, hair pieces, etc., which appears to be owned by Pixiv. The program includes basic texture-painting tools, and the facility to load in new models, but ultimately the way to go for a more custom model is to use the VRM import/export plugin in Blender.

But first, let's have a look at the software which will display our model.

meet viRtua canm0m v0.0.5, a very basic design. her clothes don't match very well at all.

VSeeFace offers a decent set of parameters and honestly got quite nice tracking out of the box. You can also receive face tracking data from the ARKit protocol from a connected iPhone, get hand tracking data from a Leap Motion, or disable its internal tracking and pipe in another application using the VMC protocol.

If you want more control, another Unity-based program called VNyan offers more fine-grained adjustment, as well as a kind of node-graph based programming system for doing things like spawning physics objects or modifying the model when triggered by Twitch etc. They've also implemented experimental hand tracking for webcams, although it doesn't work very well so far. This pointing shot took forever to get:

<kayfabe>Obviously I'll be hooking it up to use the output of the simulated brain upload rather than a webcam.</kayfabe>

To get good hand tracking you basically need some kit - most likely a Leap Motion (1 or 2), which costs about £120 new. It's essentially a small pair of IR cameras designed to measure depth, which can be placed on a necklace, on your desk or on your monitor. I assume from there they use some kind of neural network to estimate your hand positions. I got to have a go on one of these recently and the tracking was generally very clean - better than what the Quest 2/3 can do. So I'm planning to get one of those, more on that when I have one.

Essentially, the tracker feeds a bunch of floating point numbers in to the display software at every tick, and the display software is responsible for blending all these different influences and applying it to the skinned mesh. For example, a parameter might be something like eyeLookInLeft. VNyan uses the Apple ARKit parameters internally, and you can see the full list of ARKit blendshapes here.

To apply tracking data, the software needs a model whose rig it can understand. This is defined in the VRM spec, which tells you exactly which bones must be present in the rig and how they should be oriented in a T-pose. The skeleton is generally speaking pretty simple: you have shoulder bones but no roll bones in the arm; individual finger joint bones; 2-3 chest bones; no separate toes; 5 head bones (including neck). Except for the hands, it's on the low end of game rig complexity.

Expressions are handled using GLTF morph targets, also known as blend shapes or (in Blender) shape keys. Each one essentially a set of displacement values for the mesh vertices. The spec defines five default expressions (happy, angry, sad, relaxed, surprised), five vowel mouth shapes for lip sync, blinks, and shapes for pointing the eyes in different directions (if you wanna do it this way rather than with bones). You can also define custom expressions.

This viRtua canm0m's teeth are clipping through her jaw...

By default, the face-tracking generally tries to estimate whether you qualify as meeting one of these expressions. For example, if I open my mouth wide it triggers the 'surprised' expression where the character opens her mouth super wide and her pupils get tiny.

You can calibrate the expressions that trigger this effect in VSeeFace by pulling funny faces at the computer to demonstrate each expression (it's kinda black-box); in VNyan, you can set it to trigger the expressions based on certain combinations of ARKit inputs.

For more complex expressions in VNyan, you need to sculpt blendshapes for the various ARKit blendshapes. These are not generated by default in VRoid Studio so that will be a bit of work.

You can apply various kinds of post-processing to the tracking data, e.g. adjusting blending weights based on input values or applying moving-average smoothing (though this noticeably increases the lag between your movements and the model), restricting the model's range of movement in various ways, applying IK to plant the feet, and similar.

On top of the skeleton bones, you can add any number of 'spring bones' which are given a physics simulation. These are used to, for example, have hair swing naturally when you move, or, yes, make your boobs jiggle. Spring bones give you a natural overshoot and settle, and they're going to be quite important to creating a model that feels alive, I think.

Next up we are gonna crack open the VRoid Studio model in Blender and look into its topology, weight painting, and shaders. GLTF defines standard PBR metallicity-roughness-normals shaders in its spec, but leaves the actual shader up to the application. VRM adds a custom toon shader, which blends between two colour maps based on the Lambertian shading, and this is going to be quite interesting to take apart.

The MToon shader is pretty solid, but ultimately I think I want to create custom shaders for my character. Shaders are something I specialise in at work, and I think it would be a great way to give her more of a unique identity. This will mean going beyond the VRM format, and I'll be looking into using the VNyan SDK to build on top of that.

More soon, watch this space!

#viRtua canm0m project #vtuber #vtubing #vseeface #vnyan #3dcg

[umberpath]

There's an ice floe in the broken cream film that floats on the ocean of my coffee

I am miles in the air, watching months of motion pass while I blow to cool it down

It's a little empty world

It's a whole faux memory away

I've been there in this moment only,

in both my bedroom and above that sea,

on the rocky cliffs that it crashes against in the overcast spring

when the gulls wail and swoop for fish

that do not exist and never have

And I remember the wind on my neck,

the cold in my fingers, the rub of my coat,

and I return to present, though I was already here

I look down, my coffee still hot, now clear

holding a fish mug the color of the coast

and a taste in my mind the color of its water

I blink and it fades, but I want to visit again someday

if only in my memory

of the memory

---

Notes/thoughts beneath readmore.

Dissociation, a vivid imagination, and homesickness can make for beautiful sights. Oftentimes it can be a melancholy adventure to detach from the real around you and picture somewhere greener, so for us it's better pursued through focused meditation than suddenly becoming...loose, but so it goes. You cannot always choose when your hold slips. I was in the middle of drinking my coffee after all.

That being said, as mentally constructed as these places we visit are, they are formed of real memories of sensations and visuals, of emotions and events. Whether it's a rocky coast, a mountain vista, rolling hills, forest trails...we are reliving memories that have been broken down into their bare ingredients and reformed into something new. Simulated nature. Imperfect, patchy, and distant, yes, but the mind is a powerful engine. They soothe the ache for home in a unique and special way.

That is to say, I like to think these places are 'real' in the sense that they inspire and recall real feelings and thoughts. In the same way a dream can touch you. How it can leave you wondering about the little simulated world you were taken to in your sleep and the characters cobbled from your subconscious. Never breaching through the barrier into the tangible, but effecting you in other means.

As a collective, I suppose having a headspace and mentally woven bodies means we view space portrayed inside the mind with a little more tactility than usual, but that's not necessarily special. Still, it certainly informs the experiences of meditation and dissociation both (who would have thought from a dissociative condition? haha.).

Long winded, I know. This was supposed to be a quick poem and here I am creating an essay. I am a chronic waxer of introspective nonsense.

#musings #poetry #dissociative identity disorder #writing

[yandere-sins]

If you think about it, the yandere genre is a simulation where we see everything from the point of view of a kidnapped person who is in captivity, only we have the choice to be or not to be in this nightmare, which cannot be said about the MC. It helps a lot to understand the tricks, manipulations on the part of the psychopath, and of course the feelings of the victim. Personally, this is how I see yandere genre - educational and frightening, it definitely has a special charm 😌

Thank you for your opinion! :D

For me, personally, I see it like... the thing with yandere that stuck with me the most is that beyond normal, healthy love, there is the possibility to love (a fundamental, from society approved good thing) so much that it becomes unhealthy for everyone involved. Someone works so hard to provide and give the love they harbor that it becomes an unnatural thing that is hard to be accepted for (individually and in society). And I think, as many other people have pointed out before, in a world where so many feel unlovable due to self-esteem issues or trauma, the notion of having someone love you so much they’d burn the world just to kiss your hand is just really pleasureable and soothing. It makes you believe there could be something beyond that unlovablity that makes life worth living again.

And on the aspect of horror, I think I talked about it before but I read in a magazin once that a lot of people enjoy horror (that also includes true crime stuff, writing, movies, etc.) because they either are very anxious or overthinkers and basically always live in a mental form of horror which soothes when they hear/see/feel about real, worse horrors.

So that’s what it’s all about for me, when I sit down to write, the unsettling motion of being loved a bit too much that makes me forget my worries lol. ^-^

#Admin #AND BEFORE SOMEONE COMES FOR ME #I called myself out with this too #T-T

[fox-flux]

incredibly stupid physics problems

(crossposting from cohost)

i posted this in the secret fox flux $4 discord channel last night and it reveals A Problem

i mean, a problem besides the barrel's layering being kind of dubious

the pistons stop trying to extend as soon as they're blocked. and here, you may notice, the one extending left pushes the slime a little bit before giving up. this turns out to be caused by a combination of:

the piston is "moving", but it's not using the normal motion machinery (obviously), so it doesn't actually have any velocity.

when object A tries to push object B, if it determines that object B is moving away from it faster than A is moving, it doesn't bother. i don't remember what specific problem this was meant to solve, but it does make intuitive sense — if i'm pushing a boulder down a hill then it's just going to roll away from me and i am going to accomplish nothing. if i let the push happen, i'd make B move even faster (however briefly) which is silly.

as long as the slime is walking towards the piston, everything is fine. but the slime immediately notices it's blocked on one side, turns around, and starts walking the other way. now the slime has a leftwards velocity, but the piston has zero velocity, so the piston thinks the slime is speeding away from it. but that isn't happening, and the slime is still there, so the piston thinks it's now blocked and stops extending.

love it. chef kiss. pushing objects is the hardest thing in the world. anyway i guess i can think of two potential solutions here

① delete the special case for a pushee moving away. checking velocity in the middle of the (hairy) push code is already kind of weird, and it's only done for this specific case. it also shouldn't matter; even if we push something slightly this frame, if it really is moving away from us, then it should be beyond our reach next frame anyway.

i suspect this is a leftover from an older and vastly more complicated iteration of the push code that tried to conserve momentum and whatnot — in which case, doing this even for a single frame would have made A and B look like a single unit, combined their momentum, and given both the same velocity, which means B slows down. so that's bad. but that was an endless nightmare of increasingly obscure interactions so i eventually gave up and scrapped it all. the current implementation won't let you simulate newton's cradle, i guess, but that's not the kind of game this is so whatever?

on the other hand, if i'm wrong and this is still important in some exceptionally obscure case, it would be bad to remove it! exciting.

(if you're curious: what i do now is give lexy — or other push-capable actors — a maximum push mass, and then when she tries to push something, i scale her movement down proportional to how much she's pushing. for example, rubber lexy's push capacity is 8, and a wooden crate weighs 4, so she moves at half speed when pushing one crate and at zero speed when pushing two. i think if a sliding crate hits another one now, they'll both just move at the first one's original speed, but friction skids everything to a halt fast enough that it mostly doesn't come up.)

② give the piston a fake velocity to fool the check. i might want to do this anyway for stuff like climbing, where the player is moving but is considered to have zero velocity because it's being done manually. but lying like this feels like it'll come back to bite me somewhere down the line.

anyway this is just the sort of thing i bumble into occasionally. hope it's interesting. i should probably go try to fix it now

#fox flux #bugs #floraverse #gamedev #game development #indiegamedev

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Science in space: Robotic helpers

Crew time is a valuable resource on the International Space Station and its value only increases for future space missions. One way to make the most of crew time is using robotic technology either to assist crew members with various tasks and or to completely automate others.

A current investigation on the space station, JEM Internal Ball Camera 2, is part of ongoing efforts to develop this technology. The free floating remote-controlled panoramic camera launched to the space station in 2018 and this investigation from JAXA (Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency) demonstrates using the camera to autonomously capture video and photos of research activities.

Currently, crew members are assigned time to take video and photos of scientific activities, which are important tools for researchers. Successful demonstration of the autonomous capture technology ultimately could free up that crew time. The investigation also serves as a test platform for other tasks robots might perform.

Three free-flying robots on the space station, known as Astrobees, support multiple demonstrations of technology for various types of robotic assistance on space exploration missions and on Earth. Results from these investigations are contributing to improvements in robotic technology and its potential.

The SoundSee Mission demonstrates using sound to monitor equipment on a spacecraft, with a sensor mounted on an Astrobee. The sensor detects anomalies in the sounds made by life support systems, exercise equipment, and other infrastructure. Sound anomalies can indicate potential malfunctions.

Preliminary results from this investigation highlighted the difference between simulations and in-space experiments and noted that small changes in a simulated environment can approximate differences in expected and observed values in the target environment. The investigation also helps characterize sound sources in the constantly changing acoustic landscape of the space station, which can inform future use of this technology.

Designing robots to traverse the surface of the moon or Mars presents specific challenges. The landscape may be rough and uneven, requiring a robot to make time-consuming detours, and thick regolith or dust can bog down a robot and burn up a lot of fuel. One possible solution is for robots to hop over such landscapes.

The Astrobatics investigation uses the Astrobees to demonstrate propulsion via a hopping or self-toss maneuver using arm-like manipulators. This approach could expand the capabilities of robotic vehicles for tasks such as assisting crews on intra- or extravehicular activities, servicing equipment, removing orbital debris, conducting on-orbit assembly, and exploring. Results show that self-toss maneuvers have a greater range of motion and provide a greater displacement from a start position.

The Gecko-Inspired Adhesive Grasping investigation tested an adhesive for robotic grasping and manipulation using a special gripper on an Astrobee.

Geckos are a type of lizard that can grasp a smooth surface without needing features such as nicks and knobs to hold on to. Adhesive grippers inspired by these reptiles, already proven to work in space, could allow robots to rapidly attach to and detach from surfaces, even on objects that are moving or spinning.

Researchers report that the adhesives functioned as anticipated and suggested some considerations for their future use, including launching redundant adhesive tiles and ensuring complete adhesive contact in microgravity. In addition, on robots used for intravehicular activities or spacewalks, the gecko grippers should be able to absorb kinetic energy and accommodate misalignment. The grippers also need sensors to determine when all the tiles are in contact with the surface so tension can be applied at the right moment.

Space debris includes satellites that could be repaired or taken out of orbit. Many of these objects are tumbling, which makes rendezvous and docking with them a challenge. The ROAM investigation used Astrobees to demonstrate a technology to observe how a target tumbles and to use this information to plan ways to safely reach them. Simulation results validated the accuracy of the method prior to the experiment.

A previous robotic technology, SPHERES, used bowling-ball sized spherical satellites to test formation flying and algorithms for control of multiple spacecraft as well as to host physical and material science investigations. One of those investigations tested autonomous rendezvous and docking maneuvers. The technology was able to handle increasingly complex scenarios that added static and moving obstacles.

The design of an earlier robot tested on the space station, Robonaut, resembled a human. It had a torso, arms with human-like hands, a head, and legs with end effectors that allowed it to move around inside the space station. While on the station, Robonaut flipped switches, removed dust covers, and cleaned handrails.

The ISAAC investigation combined Robonaut and the Astrobees to demonstrate a technology to track the health of exploration vehicles, transfer and unpack cargo, and respond to issues such as leaks and fires.

A second phase of testing aboard the station focuses on managing multiple robots as they transport cargo between an uncrewed space station and visiting cargo craft. In the third and final phase of testing, the team will create more difficult fault scenarios for the robots and develop robust techniques to respond to anomalies.

These and other robotics investigations contribute to the success of future missions, where robots could help crew members with a variety of tasks, freeing up their time and reducing the risks of working outside spacecraft and habitats. Robotic assistants have important applications in harsh and dangerous environments on Earth as well.

#news #physics #astronomy #nasa #esa #science #space #astrophysics