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twilighthappiness · 2 months

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Two Hearts in the Pursuit of One

. . . synospis → natsume + eria meeting up at a sushi restaurant to discuss the future of their intertwining fates.

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Sat in one of the corner booths of a restaurant, the pitter-patter of approaching footsteps perked Eria's ears as she could just barely make out the familliar silhouette and red hair of the figure next to her.

I didn't think you would have arrived, maybe I overestimated your pride a little. Or perhaps, I was right in guessing you had special feelings for him.

Eria laid her hands onto of another, finally looking at him. She gave him a closed eye smile and patted the space next to her. "Oh, Mecchan, here~here you can take a seat beside me."

For a moment, she thought his lips turned down into a frown but it had faded when Natsume decided to sit himself in the seat in front of her.

"You're quite bold asking me out like thiS, you should know what happens if we're spotTED, don't yoU?"

"Thanks for stating that, Captain Obvious." She rolled her eyes a little, then handing him a copy of the menu. "A lot of facilities around ES have been made safe for idols, we shouldn't be bothered here."

"HmpH, for once you're not acting so callousLY—" Natsume replied, then wincing in pain as Eria stood up to hit him with her copy of the menu.

"You're acting the same as ever..." She said, sitting back down before she crossed her arms.

"You've never been ladylike either."

"Care to repeat that!?"

Just then, a server knocked against their booth and asked if they were both ready to order. The place they were dining in was a simple sushi restaurant, so they each had their own preferred rolls.

When the server left, an air of tension filled the small booth they were both in.

Eria took a deep breath before sighing. "Do you think my presence threatens your current relationship with Muu.. Tsumugi-kun?" She asked solemnly. "I just have a feeling like you're being especially harsh to drive me away."

"WelL..." Natsume cleared his throat, not expecting such a direct question.

"Or maybe, are you simple a sadist then?"

"I'm not done talKING, yeT." Natsume flicked his fingers against Eria's forehead.

"So mean.." She whined, clutching either side of her head. "

Natsume crossed his arms, putting down the menu neatly to side to be collected as the server entered the booth with their orders. "But anyWAY, I don't see you as a threaT— more specificalLY, you are a nuiSANCE."

Eria gave the server a nod of acknowledgement, thanking them as they left before turning back to Natsume. "So what you're saying.. is that I'm an obstacle, and that annoys you?" She asked, picking one roll of sushi and plopping it into her mouth.

"Not specificalLY—"

"I'm just reframing your words, think of it like I'm shining a mirror back to you," Eria interrupted him.

Natsume slumped in his seat, too busy ruminating in his thoughts to touch his food. "I'll ask you a question theN, why do you like Senpai?"

"He's reliable, caring and.. he has that awkward tenderness of someone who's not used to love." Her eyes sparkled a little as she gazed right into Natsume's eyes. "They've been used to a lack of it that the prospect of romance is like throwing a dehydrated person into the ocean."

Natsume continued to listen intently, subconsciously feeling like he's hearing a client talk to him. "Is that iT?"

With that, the corners of her eyes crinkled a little. "I'd love to say more but it's already awkward for you now as it is, isn't it?"

"You'll be corRECT."

"Though, I don't think you need to worry about your relationship at all— what you two share is special and so.." She lightly scratched her cheek before continuing. "Instead of continously viewing it as a competition, do you think you'll be open to discussing polyamory?"

Natsume coughed, did he hear that correctly?

"I mean it seriously, not only for Mucchan to be happy but for you as well because it's what he would like as well," She added. "I could have just not intervened right? For both of you to be happy without a nuisance like me in the way, but I'm selfish like that."

"ThaT.. isn't selfISH," Natsume corrected her, extending his arm towards her. He raised his eyebrows a little as he urged her to give him her hand.

Eria's lips thinned into a line but she gave him her hand anyway, and he grasped around it firmly. With enough pressure to not let her be able to shy away but to also be reassuring.

"I admiT, I'm the one who wanted to keep Senpai to mySELF..." He said, looking down at the table and his untouched dishes. "I owe you for giving you grief when pursuing hiM."

"Pfft.. I'm sorry, it's in poor taste for me to laugh like this," She said, trying to cover her mouth. "When I brought the topic of polyamory up, it doesn't mean just sharing Tsumugi-kun, yknow."

"WhaT..?" The moment the realization dawned on him, Natsume's cheeks flushed red, even moreso when he could feel his heartbreat resonating in his hand as he was holding hers.

"You deserve love too, Mecchan~" She cooed, leaning her cheek against her hand. "It's a nice change of pace seeing you flustered like this after all this time, maybe you want me to pat your head?"

"TcH, no thank yoU." Natsume jerked away, crossing his arms with a huff.

A small hum left Eria's lips, this kind of attitude she was used to anywho. So she picked up one of the sushi rolls on his plate with her chopsticks, leaning forward as she prodded the bit of food against his mouth. "Come on, you haven't eaten yet any of it yet, say 'Aahn~'"

"I'm not a kiD—"

"Then eat it yourself if you don't want me to feed you," She replied as she waved the sushi roll in front of his face, then raising her brow. "Unless you want me to eat it?"

"You really are full of preconceived noTIONS, aren't yoU?" Natsume retorted back, using his own chopsticks to steal back the sushi roll from her.

" I like to say to people that my accuracy is 69%~ It could be more though."

"Hmph, is that another one of your childish jokeS?" When met with no reply, he continued, "Let's meet up another time to discuss it with Senpai, shall wE?"

"Alright, sounds good to me," Eria said, giving him a thumbs up as she reached out tor another roll on Natsume's plate as she already finished hers.

"Go order again if you want some morE!" He hissed, taking the plate away from her reach.

"Fiiine~"

#mostly platonic I suppose - just exploring natsume and eria's dynamics #and also sort of like pre establishing the natsumuria polycule #(おとぎ話)#oc & canon #oc x canon #enstars yume #enstars #ensemble stars #< eria esthesia >

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rebelrayne · 2 years

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Did you get to know anything earlier because you were a mod?

Did you get paid in any way to do it?

Why did you decide to stop?

And what was it like “behind the scenes”?

I'm going to answer under the cut because A, there are spoilers and B, there's a lot to be said here. I'm not trying to keep anyone from playing the games, supporting the games or anything. This was my personal experience and I can't say that it's still going the same way. Also editing to add that I am still no in support of a petition against season 5. I sit on my Tumblr blog in peace.

We did get to know a few things. For one, I was pretty verified that Eddie, Suresh and Finn are LIs. The person who worked for Fusebox said they wanted there to be a thread for each main LI and said, for example: Team Suresh and Team Eddie. They also said Finn was their favorite LI, so that's how I was able to put on Tumblr that I can confirm that. I left (I'll get into why later) but two of the four OG Mods stayed and got information on Gabrielle. They were given her sprite (I saw it too, they sent it to me) but were told not to leak it so we've known what she looked like for about a month now even though it's recent that she was leaked through the files. That week's episodes talked about the turtle tattoo girl but the Fusebox person heavily implied to the remaining mods that Gabrielle is an LI. So yes, we did get some insider information.

But we did get paid 130 gems and 5 passes for a month. So basically 4.333 gems a day. Really not enough, not for what we had to deal with.

I decided to stop for a few reasons. One reason was a member was extremely hostile towards everyone but decided they wanted to pick fights with me in specific. They would ping me out of nowhere to bash Youcef (like I cared because I didn’t) but it was clearly that they just wanted to hurt me. This member did not like when I pushed back on them and pitched a fit which ended in them trying to delete their messages they sent (but the bot literally saved all of them). This member also has sent me a hate message on Tumblr recently, too even though this happened a month and a half ago. Nothing happened to this member either even though they were bullying other members plus mods, it was completely ignored by the person who was from Fusebox.

Another reason was the way things were handled, which will answer the behind the scenes question. The rules were too flimsy and it seemed that Fusebox was focused on there being only positivity for Season 5 but there were some comments that made other mods and other members uncomfortable (the comment I'm referring to is about Will and the member said they had an 'Asian fetish'). There was nothing done about this, instead it was said by the person who worked for Fusebox that it was just poor word choice but they were very descriptive. I can't talk too much on this as it was a different mod that dealt with this. If you want elaboration, I'd be happy to talk with the others and craft a reply that we'd want to put out on this.

Around the same time, we were told we were in our 'cliques' and we needed to be more professional. We do not work for Fusebox, we are basically volunteers but being told we need to 'act professional' which taken as you shouldn't act as yourself. We understood to an extent but four of the OG mods were asked to come over from the fan server because they liked the atmosphere of the fan server. There was no discussion about how they wanted to act, no expectations or guidelines so we went thinking they wanted us to interact with the members like friends and keep discussions going. We were all very upset when we were scolded and lectured. We were told that if a professional company like "Netflix" came in to look at the Discord server, we would look unprofessional. Well, we don't work for Fusebox. If you want someone to act like Fusebots, then have people who work at Fusebox run the server. We were also left by ourselves on weekends (which are obviously very busy times) and the Fusebox person never logged on, even though we had issues where needed help.

Anyone from the OG Fan server knows we had these cute little acronyms that we used and people started using them on the main server which blew up. Fusebox was very against it but when we suggested making roles so members could show which LIs and characters they liked instead so we could get them to remove the acronyms, they shut it down.

About a week later, I left alongside another mod (we actually left together at the same time) because we couldn't take it anymore. This mod isn't on Tumblr, they're just a close friend. Last we know, some of the mods are openly bashing Season 5, which we were basically told we shouldn't do.

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 9 months

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Fairy Tales- Chapter 2

Fandom: Supergirl

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Original Danvers/Luthor Children, Jess, Zatara, Zatanna, Billy Batson, Lillian Luthor, Alex Danvers, Kelly Olsen, Kanna (original character), Krypto,

Summary: Lena finally has the work and home life balance that she wants and is excited to get to spend the next two weeks that she has off with the girls while Kara is away. She believes that it will be smooth sailing, but things are not as they seem.

Word Count Up To: 6,066

Chapter 1 link

When Lena and the girls waved goodbye to Kara, she had assumed that it would be smooth sailing for the next two weeks. She was excited for all the activities that she had planned for them. Everything started off well. She showed them some of her projects in the home lab. Currently, she is working on doing food transportation with nano bots. The girls found it fascinating that she was able to shrink the food so that it would fit in the nano bot and once it was open, the food appeared back in its regular size.

However, after the first day, the girls' behavior started to alter. The next day, Lena decided to take the girls to Noonan’s. The girls always like the Oreo pancakes from there. Once they got there, the waiter gave her the regular menu and the girls the kids menu.

Alexa frowned and said, “Can I have the adult menu instead?”

Lena stared at Alexa with surprise and asked, “Are you sure honey?”

Alexa rolled her eyes and said, “I want the adult menu. I’m not a baby anymore.”

“Alright, you can have the adult menu.”

Lena turned to the waitress and asked, “Do you mine bringing us an extra menu?”

“Sure ma’am.”

The waitress hurried and retrieved the menu for Alexa. She beamed with pride when the waitress finally handed it to her. However, as Alexa quickly skimmed through the menu, she began to frown. Lena had a feeling this would happen, but didn’t want to discourage her.

Lena gave a soft smile and asked, “Did you find something you like?”

Alexa stared at the menu for a couple of minutes before turning the menu around and pointing at the item to Lena.

“I want this.” said Alexa with determination.

Lena was shocked with the choice, but kept her face passive. Alexa had chosen the grilled salmon with baked potato and asparagus. Alexa had the same taste buds as Kara. She tended to avoid fish and anything that is grilled. She also hated anything food wise that was green.

“Ok, if you are sure” said Lena hesitantly.

“Yes, it is going to be great!” said Alexa with determination.

Lena stared at her with a quizzical look. She had so many questions, but decided to leave things alone for now. Just then the waiter came back to take their order. Lena ordered first, and then Alexa. Then Lena turned to Liza to see what she wanted. She was surprised to see that she was wearing headphones and staring idly out the window.

“Liza” said Lena, frowning.

Liza kept staring out the window.

Lena sighed and tapped Liza on the shoulder. Liza turned to her surprise and took off the headphones.

“What?” asked Liza quizzically.

“The server is here to take our order.”

“Oh, I just want Oreo pancakes.”

“Ok” said Lena warily.

The waitress took their order and quickly left. Lena turned her attention back to Liza who was about to put the headphones back on. Lena reached out her hand to stop her.

“Why do you have the headphones?”

Liza sighed and said, “I was trying to drown out Kanna.”

“When you say Kanna, you mean your imaginary friend Kanna?” asked Lena hesitantly.

Liza nodded and said, “She came back two days ago. She won’t leave me alone until I go to Avalon with her.”

Story continues on AO3

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deliahroseland · 1 year

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Wattpad Writing Communities | A Rant

I have a few rants about Wattpad writing communities, although this is the one that kind of ticked me off today. Also, after a hard day at work and grafting to get things done, I would have liked to have not been called out for something as silly as this in a community I volunteer my time to.

So, that is the first point—volunteer. We are not paid for our time, energy or work for communities. We get little perks like follows and reads every so often, but nothing monetary. We volunteer our time, resources and passions for other people. Because of this—and this is something that was brought up to me by my boyfriend—I should not have to stress about not having enough time to do something or going beyond a deadline (which is normally one week) for something I am volunteering my time to.

That is not to say that I do not like volunteering for Wattpad writing communities. I do and there are a few hidden gems that I love being a part of because the people are nice or I love the activities they put on for everyone. These communities I like are few, but they also try not to be like the rest of the communities. Those communities that copy off others with the same roles, etc. I'm not the greatest fan of, but I am part of a few like that as it gives me the opportunity to delve into more creative mediums.

There are a few communities that use the same bot—the attendance bot. This bot basically takes the attendance of a server every day. In some ways it is good because it checks the activity of the users and sees who in the community is active. However, I feel that taking attendance every day is a little excessive, especially when you might have a busy life or something might crop up. It makes it less of a volunteer thing and more of a compulsory, working thing. Basically, it makes me feel like I'm back at school and if I don't have my attendance taken I'll get detention or something. I'm not the greatest fan of this bot.

Sometimes, I will admit, I do forget to click on the attendance confirmation when I am active. This is normally after a busy working day or when I have been out for the best part of the night and have not gotten in until late. It doesn't happen often, but it does occur every now and again.

Yesterday I forgot to click the attendance confirmation in a number of communities I am a part of. I had a busy day at work and also got wrong for missing an important conference call with one of our learners as I had forgotten due to the mountain of work on my desk. I was exhausted when I got home and just wanted some wind-down time, but I had to pack for my boyfriend's and then we went to his late last night. I couldn't check my phone for long either because I had to carry the drinks we bought. When we got to his, I basically ate something to snack on before going to bed and forgot all about the attendance until this morning.

I thought it would be okay to just do what I normally did in this situation and backtrack when I got home after work. However, that's not how things worked out, otherwise, I wouldn't be tipped over the edge of the silly little bot that feels as though it was intended for school purposes—which it more than likely is. The founder of one of the communities I am a part of decided to call out everyone who hadn't taken attendance. Fair enough, there was more than me this time which was unfortunate since I had slipped through the radar a few times.

However, a few events after this initial message kind of rubbed me up the wrong way.

The first is the initial message itself. It has since been edited from what I can tell, but it was originally ruder and made it come across as if it was a huge inconvenience to the founder. I am not going to lie, I don't understand why it would be for just one day, but who knows what the founder is doing with this information and why. It is not like it is for quality assurance purposes—which is something I happen to understand a lot about as it is a large part of my job role.

The second was that someone replied to the message and then the founder got a little bit snappy and acted as though it was a big inconvenience for them. Once again, I don't believe they are keeping the attendance for quality assurance purposes. Also, this is a community run by mostly teenagers and I am sure they don't know what quality assurance is as it comes under teaching, management and business roles mostly and maybe a few others.

The third was that the founder deleted those messages along with the one I sent with an apology and an explanation as to why I hadn't done it. Either they didn't like people 'talking back' or they didn't want to answer/have evidence. Either way, I was a little pissed at this.

This isn't the first gripe I have had with this community internally, either. I don't particularly like posting on my message board about community-related things unless I am a part of those events/shops. Even then, I don't post unless I feel the need to. However, they wanted everyone in the community to promote. I didn't feel comfortable with this but was called out on not doing it so I felt pressured to do something I didn't like doing. For one, I don't want to be removed from the platform for spamming my followers. I just sent the screenshot and then left it at that. I wasn't happy about it, but didn't say—and secretly made sure not to let them know I didn't hit the 'announce to my followers' button.

Anyway, with this said, I think this might be one of the last straws for me with communities on Wattpad. I've been through hiccups like this before with communities, but it has never made the volunteer work feel like a chore or any less fun. However, I think I'm going to be leaving the communities that are more or less the same and don't have much growth for the most part, no matter how much time I have put into my work for them. They have exhausted me and made me feel more burned out than usual. I'm now going to vow to never join a community like this again unless they're good and have a lot of scope to them. I don't think the ones I will be leaving do.

Despite this, I will be continuing in the communities I am involved in and will share my journey with them here at some point. There are a few big communities I love and I do plan on starting my own with the sole focus of helping writers.

Anyway, end of the rant and I hope this hasn't scared anyone off.

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amountopera2 · 2 years

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hauerr77-and-a-dream · 3 years

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I love it here

#black ops cold war #call of duty cold war #why did I decide to put this bot into the server

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ladyvader23 · 2 years

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Kidnapper

This was inspired by a conversation we had in our Vader and Luke fic discord server. We were talking about crazy stunts we did as kids, and I mentioned that I used to do exactly what Luke does in this fic...except I don’t have a murder bot dad and I never got caught. :P Enjoy!

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Vader knew something was up the moment he got home and ran into Luke in the hangar.

“Son.” Vader greeted. It seemed a bit early for Luke to be home, but then he remembered that some seniors got an early out period, and Luke had signed up for the program this semester. He immediately forgot about asking why he was home so early and was about to ask his son if he’d like to go with him to the Devastator, when he noted Luke’s hurried attempt to put himself between him and his speeder.

Vader paused, glad Luke couldn’t see his expression behind the mask as he narrowed his eyes at his son and then at the speeder. Had Luke gotten into a fender bender again? He thought he’d convinced his son to just tell him the truth when those things happened, but…

He reached out with the Force…and was surprised to find that Luke was not alone.

He had company with him.

In the trunk of his speeder.

Honestly, Vader hadn’t imagined his son would ever do something like that. He wasn’t him, after all, though he had the means to simply arrest whoever he wanted and bring them in for interrogation the normal way. What had this person done to upset Luke so much as to get stuffed into the boy’s trunk?”

Except, the longer he looked at the presence in the trunk, the more he vaguely recognized it as one of Luke’s friends.

That didn’t help with his confusion at all.

“Dad!” Luke squeaked, then seemed to realize he wasn’t supposed to call him dad in the presence of others…and technically, by all visual accounts, they were alone, but Luke was terrible enough at lying that he amended, “I mean, faaa—daaaa–der. Fadader. How are you?”

Fadader?

It was then that Vader decided he was going to see just how far Luke was going to take this.

“The usual.” Vader answered smoothly. “I am pleased to see you home so early.”

“Oh,” Luke leaned casually against his speeder…or he attempted to. He was as tense as a durasteel. “You know how it is. I uh. Got early out this semester. Perks of being a senior!”

The boy attempted to give him a grin but it ended up looking more like a pained grimace.

“So I remember you telling me. Now that you are here, I thought it might be a good idea for you to come aboard the Devastator. I have some time to accompany you as you work on your space piloting.”

He knew the boy was eager for any opportunity to get his license upgraded to being both planet-side and intergalactic piloting. He’d been begging him to go with him, since he could not do so without an adult.

As he suspected, Luke’s eyes lit up, and he half expected him to admit he’d had a kid in his trunk the whole time, but he cleared his throat instead. “Um. Actually, I uh…h-h-have a bunch of homework tonight…”

The boy looked physically pained to give up space piloting for something like homework. Even if that were true, Vader was well aware his son wouldn’t give that up.

“Nonsense. It is not often that I have time. I will not have time for another month.”

“A month?” Luke squeaked.

“Yes. But if it is really that important–”

“No! Uh,” Vader did not miss how Luke’s eyes darted behind him and back a few times before he swallowed thickly.

Here it came. Vader was supremely interested to know why his son had stuffed his friend in a trunk–

“Sure. Uh. Let’s go. Which ship are we taking?”

….So that’s how he wanted to play this.

“We will take yours.” Vader was already moving to the passenger side, but Luke hurriedly blocked him.

“No!” Then, realizing he’d just shouted in his father’s mask, he quickly amended, “I mean, uh…why not one of yours?”

“Because I do not wish for you to drive one of mine. This speeder is perfectly capable of transitioning to orbital flight. It will make it to the Devastator.”

He was being supremely generous. Even when they did practice in space, Vader always flew them to the Devastator. Leaving an atmosphere could be tricky for new pilots, after all.

But Luke again appeared pained as he said, “...I don’t think I’m ready for exiting an atmosphere.”

“You are quite ready. Unless you have some reason as to why you are incapable?”

It took everything in him not to look pointedly at the boy’s trunk.

Luke bit his lip, yet another sign that he was hiding something, and sighed. “Okay…I…I guess I can fly…”

Vader felt a spike of terror in the Force. The boy in the trunk would be fine in space, at least for a short time (the trunk was not well heated, though it gave plenty of oxygen), but Vader was certain Luke would fess up long before they drew near the atmosphere.

“Excellent. Before we leave, you should go through the flight thru of that Space Invaders restaurant you are so fond of.”

Luke was in the process of getting in the pilot's seat, but at that he paused, giving him a strange look. “You hate that place.”

“I do. I did not say buy food for me.” Not that he could eat food.

“But…you complain whenever I buy any…”

“It is not ideal, but it is quick to pick up. I am certain you are hungry.”

“...I think I’ll just wait until we get to the Devastator–”

“I will not have you complaining about food while we are busy with your lesson.” Vader got into the passenger seat and gestured for Luke to join him. “Let us begin…unless there is something else?”

Again, Luke’s eyes slid to the trunk where Vader could practically hear the other boy’s thoughts going the speed of lightspeed as he wondered if Luke was truly going to actually kidnap him.

Was this some sort of strange joke he did not understand?

But Luke got into the pilots seat. “No. We can go. Uh. Thanks. I guess.”

Vader, honestly, was surprised Luke hadn’t given it up yet…but again, he was fascinated to know how far this was going to go.

Luke took off, slowly and carefully. Vader always insisted that his children follow the rules of traffic (even if he did not), but he was surprised that he did not have to remind his son to adhere to the rules as he very legally merged into the appropriate speeder lane and went exactly the correct speed.

“You may speed up.” Vader said, deciding to test his son further.

Luke’s lips tightened, but he didn’t dare take his eyes from the lane. “I’m going the legal limit.”

“I am aware. Speed up. I do not have all day.” He technically didn’t, but he thought this experiment was important enough to make time.

“I’m okay, thanks.”

Vader…wasn’t going to push him on that one. He desired his son to be safe, and though he did not particularly care for the friend in the trunk (nor did he even remember his name), he did know what it was like to be a parent, and he imagined the friend’s parents would not be pleased if the boy was unnecessarily injured because of his experiment.

Luke pulled up to Space Invaders and ordered his meal through the flight thru. “Are you certain that will be all you are having?” Vader asked.

Luke gave him a weird look. “Um. It’s a whole meal.”

“You could be extra hungry.” He half expected Luke to figure out that he was well aware of their stowaway, but Luke shook his head.

“No. I’m super good! Don’t worry about me!”

Hm.

Luke paid for and collected his meal while Vader watched him intently. As they pulled out of the flight thru, Vader said, “This speeder is filthy. We should go through a speeder wash.”

“What?” Luke again glanced in panic into his rearview mirror. “Uh. I’ll do it tomorrow. You said you were busy.”

“Yes, but good speeder maintenance is important, son.” Vader told him pointedly. “You will have to redo your paint job if it is not consistently washed before and after space travel.”

Technically, that wasn’t true. But his young son didn’t know that.

“...I…I mean…if you say so…”

“I do. Now, there is a perfect establishment. Go through the automatic wash.” Vader directed.

From the trunk, the friend’s fear turned into incredulousness, and Vader was certain he was well aware that he’d just made that rule up.

Too bad he was in no position to tell Luke without giving himself away.

But, surely, Luke wouldn’t actually go through a speeder wash with a friend in the trunk. Vader wasn’t even certain it was safe to do so, but Luke entered the line, lined up his speeder, and let the automated system take hold of the speeder and pull it through the wash.

The entire time, Vader both stared at his son and monitored the safety of the boy in the trunk. He wasn’t sure if he was horrified or impressed by the lengths his son was willing to go to keep this up.

Both. He was both.

When they finished, Luke quickly took back control. “Okay, let’s get going–”

“Wait a moment, son. We should get your speeder detailed.”

Now Luke looked exasperated. “Father, that will literally take hours. I’m sure fifteen minutes in space isn’t going to screw my paint job up so badly that I can’t wait to get it detailed until tomorrow.”

“We should at least vacuum, then. The vacuums are free if you paid for the wash.” Vader pointed.

“But they barely work!”

“Maintenance is important, son. Pull in.”

Luke looked like he was about to be sick. “Uh. Okay. I guess.”

He did as he was told and made to get out, but when Vader also got out, Luke paused and stared at him. “What are you doing?”

“Helping my son clean his speeder thoroughly.”

Luke glanced around at the other patrons, who were definitely staring. “But…but…you’re kind of obvious, don’t you think?”

“I do not care. I will help my son.” Actually, he sort of did care to do this in public, but for the sake of the experiment… “I will begin with the trunk. You start with the front seats–”

“No, no, I’ll take the trunk, you take the front seats!” Luke squeaked.

“I will clean what I wish.” Using the Force, he called a vacuum hose to his hand and went to the trunk. Luke followed and planted himself between him and the trunk.

“Really, I don’t really use the trunk anyway!”

“Then it will be dusty. All the more reason to clean it.”

“But no one goes back there anyway…”

Vader squinted at him, debating how far he wanted to let Luke take this. He was certain at this point that he’d drag his friend to the Devastator and back, if he allowed it, and he really didn’t know where Luke had gotten this pointless rebellious streak.

So, he flicked his wrist, and the trunk popped open to reveal Luke’s friend huddled in the trunk. The boy squeaked in terror as he looked up at the two Skywalkers. In panic, he yelped, “Hi Mr. Vader, uh…fancy…seeing you here!”

Mr. Vader.

Vader looked from the friend (who’s name he could not remember for the life of him), and then at his son. He crossed his arms over his chest, the vacuum hose bumping his helmet as he did.

“Son.”

Luke winced. “How long have you known?”

“Since the hangar.”

“Then why–?”

“Curiosity. And I am not pleased with the results.” Vader looked at the friend who stared at him like he’d grown two heads. “What have you done to deserve being kidnapped and thrown in a trunk?”

“Nothing, sir,” the boy trembled. “We…um…”

“He doesn’t have early out. I did. We were going to hang out, but they check your IDs to make sure you’re allowed to leave, so I put him in my trunk so I could take him home to hang out there….but you showed up early.” Luke finally admitted.

The answer was still surprising, if not as wild as he was expecting. “You aided and abetted your friend’s truancy?” Vader challenged.

Luke looked down in shame, but Vader refused to let the look sway him. “Not so dramatically, but…yeah.”

Vader stared at his son in disbelief. He’d expect this from Leia, but not Luke. “You do realize you are grounded for the foreseeable future.” He said evenly.

Luke winced. “Yeah. Sounds about right.”

“Then at least you are aware that consequences still apply to your reckless behavior.” He looked at the boy in the trunk. “I will take your friend home and explain to his parents what transpired here.”

Luke looked up in panic. “Don’t do that, you’ll scare them to death!”

“You should have considered that before helping your friend skip class.” Vader pointed at him. “Passenger seats, now, both of you.”

And as he watched the boys scramble to do as they were told, a little, annoying voice inside of him told him that now he understood how Obi-Wan felt when he’d pulled insane stunts similar to this.

Not that he’d ever admit that.

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the-hidden-writer · 3 years

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And Into The Fire

Chapter 1: A Phone Call

Summary: Months after the Mitchells saved the world, Linda gets a phone call asking if she's seen two defective Pal MAX bots. Powerful people are after Eric and Deborabot 5000, and it's up to the Mitchells to protect them.

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A Phone Call

It all started with a phone call.

6 months had passed since the “robot apocalypse”, and the world had fallen back into normality. In fact, since the robot apocalypse was so brief, it was now nothing more than a memory and a conversation topic to use as small talk. Things like “Where were you when the robots took you?” or “What did you do inside the fun pods?”. All in all, life had gone back to normal.

But not for the Mitchells. No, their lives were probably changed for good.

Katie had settled well into college. Now that she finally had her Dad’s approval, she felt free to have as much fun as she wanted without the burden of letting down her family. She regularly sent them updates of her work, and it made her insanely happy when she heard that Dad had made an effort to watch them fully, even if he didn’t quite understand them. That was okay though. It’s the thought that counts.

Back at home, things weren’t the same without Katie. Every time one of them stared too long at the empty chair at the table, it felt like a little stab to the heart. The Mitchells were a team, despite their differences, and one missing member was enough to knock their whole household off-kilter.

But they’d still managed to form a similar routine to their old one, just with one less Mitchell. Just Rick, Linda, Aaron, Monchi… and Eric and Deborahbot 5000.

The addition of the two childlike defective androids to their family was the biggest change of all. Once Pal was defeated and everyone was free, the pair had simply stood and looked confused in the midst of it all. The Mitchells (still high on adrenaline) had turned to leave when Eric called out:

“Mother! Wait!”

When he had the family’s attention, he continued. “Are you… satisfied?”

“Huh?” Rick voiced all of their confusion.

“Are you satisfied?” Eric repeated in the same, dry (but strangely uncertain) tone.

When nobody replied, Deborahbot had attempted to clarify. “Are you satisfied... with our performance?”

It was at that moment that a feeling of dread began brewing in Linda’s gut. She knew little to nothing about robots, and less about computer language, but something about the way the bots were speaking resonated with her. Katie had gone through a stage a few years earlier where she needed validation to stay confident but was too anxious to directly ask for it. She wasn't even sure if robots could have anxiety, but...

The fact that this seemingly unrelated memory had sprung to mind was enough for Linda to make her decision.

“They’re coming with us.” She stated firmly, and that was that. Rick had tried to protest but his argument was weak and, after taking one look at the bots that helped save the world, he couldn’t say no to their wobbly faces.

So Eric and Deborahbot came home with them and unofficially joined the Mitchell family. Luckily for the Mitchells themselves, the bots’ shenanigans were enough to help fill in the void left by Katie. The family had found their routine, they weren’t being hounded by the press anymore, and they’d found their new normal.

And then one ordinary day, the house phone rang.

Before Linda (the only human in the house at that moment) had time to react, two identical shouts of “Unknown number!” came in from the living room.

Eric and Deborahbot announcing the caller had been endearing at first. Each time any phone rang, they would happily shout the caller’s name straight away.

However after a few months of it, as much as Linda hated to admit it, it had gotten old and more than a little annoying. But the boys couldn’t help it and it brought them pleasure, so Linda had decided to let it slide for the time being.

Then when the phone rang after a particularly exhausting day and the bots had called out the name of a work colleague, Rick snapped. He yelled at the bots in what Linda thought was a very harsh way- so harsh that she was certain that they would be crying if they could display human emotions.

Rick had felt extremely guilty later that night and apologised (due to Linda’s nagging) in the morning. The bots immediately forgave him, but Linda noticed during the following week they would fall silent whenever Rick passed them or when the phone rang. To try and make up for it, she promised them that they could shout the caller’s name whenever Rick wasn’t home. They’d hugged her when she said that, and Linda felt like she’d done something right. It was a nice feeling.

“Mother! The phone is ringing!” Deborahbot called, snapping Linda back to the present. She’d been lost in her memories for a moment, so she quickly ran to answer the house phone.

(The bots weren’t allowed to answer the phone for obvious reasons.)

“Hello?” She answered, smiling when she noticed Eric and Deborahbot peeking their heads around the door to watch her.

“Hi, uh, is this the Mitchells?”

The voice on the other end was familiar, but Linda couldn’t quite put a name to it. Was it a parent from one of her school’s kids? No, because then why would they have her house number. Then who?

“Yes, this is Linda Mitchell. Sorry, who is this?”

“Uh, hey, it’s Mark Bowman.” So that’s where she recognised the voice. It belonged to the man whose face had been plastered all over the news and had narrowly avoided jail time for causing the robot apocalypse.

“What can I do for you, Dr Bowman?” She asked, trying not to let the sneer into her voice. She also tried not to notice the way Eric and Deborahbot visibly stiffened (an accomplishment for them) at the sound of the name.

“Right, um,” the man sounded oddly hesitant, “as you probably know, I’ve been going through a lot of official checks, to prove that the robots no longer pose a threat and stuff.”

His hesitance made sense then. He was probably being held at gunpoint by the CIA.

“Mhmm.” Linda nodded while simultaneously using her free hand to shoo her boys away. She didn’t know whether they could listen in to phone calls or not, but her instincts were telling her that they would not want to listen to whatever their creator was about to say.

“Well one of those checks includes making sure that all the Pal Max bots are permanently offline, you get what I’m saying?”

Linda wishes she didn’t. “Yeah.”

“Let’s just say that one took a while. Each bot has a unique serial number and was designed to send out a notification to Pal Labs if they got completely broken. And since there are like, millions of these things it took ages to sort them out, haha.”

“Understandable.” Said Linda pleasantly, although her motherly instincts were firing off the charts.

“So, uh, long story short there are two of these Pal MAX bots still missing. The rest have all been accounted for from these distress signals, but these ones seemed to have disconnected from Pal servers before the mass shutdown. Since they’re still online I’m guessing they’re defective.”

Linda felt a sudden, impulsive urge to kill Mark Bowman. This was not a first-time occurrence.

“So this is basically a super long way of asking if you’ve seen any rogue Pal MAX bots still online anywhere? Maybe back when you were saving the world?”

She had to resist the urge to hang up right then and there. Instead, she put on her sweetest teacher voice. There was truly no better way to mask her emotions.

“Hmm, no, sorry I don’t think we did.” She paused. “Even if we did, if the robots are defective then surely they can’t be that dangerous?”

“That’s what I’m saying!” Bowman exclaimed suddenly before clearing his throat and composing himself. “But uh… these people wanna be thorough. Can’t risk another apocalypse, y’know?”

Linda was about to respond when she heard a strange beeping sound on the other end, accompanied by shuffling.

“Uh, thanks Mrs Mitchell sorry again about the apocalypse bye-”

She’d been hung up on before she had time to react to Dr Bowman’s words.

On the inside, she was glad that he hadn’t pressed further about the missing defective robots. She’d been half-expecting him to already know their whereabouts and for there to be a confrontation.

But there hadn’t, and he’d hung up, and something about the whole thing seemed off.

She began to formulate a plan in her mind. Firstly, her robo-boys’ safety was the top priority of the situation. Once Rick came home she could tell him about the phone call and they could think of protection methods more clearly.

All she knew for certain for the time being was that the bots wouldn’t be leaving the house for a while.

~-.-~

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

If the beeping wasn’t startling enough, the aggressive hand signals the agents were sending him caused him to panic.

He decided to hang up quickly. “Uh, thanks Mrs Mitchell sorry again about the apocalypse bye!” It probably sounded rude, but he really couldn’t care at this point.

“So…” he nervously began, looking up from the phone screen but not wanting to make eye contact with any of the agents. “Did you find anything?”

“The call was intercepted by two separate individuals.” One of the younger agents seated at a computer piped up.

Mark gulped.

“It seems as though we were right, Dr Bowman.” Said Agent Ward, the CIA woman who had first initiated the search for the missing Pal MAX bots. “They’re targeting the Mitchells.”

Taking a deep breath, Mark tried to calm his nerves. He’d lost almost everything in the span of a few months- a good chunk of his self-confidence included.

“Now what?" He asked. "You’re gonna warn them, right?”

“Find them yet, Travis?” Agent Ward asked another of the agents, ignoring Mark completely.

“Hey! You didn’t answer me!”

“We’ve managed to trace the interception to its sources, Ma’am.” The other agent replied, also ignoring Mark. “The coding here does look like Pal MAX, but we can’t actually access it. Since they’re online, the defences are strong. It would take a few days to get through the firewall even with Pal Labs resources, let alone commence a rewrite.”

The agents only turned their attention back to Mark when he snorted when trying to hold in a laugh.

“Of course it’d take ages,” he scoffed, “these are Pal bots. They’re designed to be pretty much impossible to be hacked by humans.”

“Well then,” Agent Ward towered over him intimidatingly, “you’d better get to work.”

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idk if you are on twitter, but there's a journalist named Natalie fisher that basically just said we should believe that episode 18 was mishas last? on one hand a lot of the analysis you provide makes sense, but also like,, she is a journalist so idk what to do with this information

...Listen, I’m going to tell you something.

Someone literally told that same journalist exactly what was going to happen in the 15.18 confession scene before it happened and she argued with them that it wasn’t going to happen.

I only know this because a friend explicitly asked me if they were allowed to tell her our exclusive leak which was different from the original script leak but had to do with a fluke interception of the episode in transit. Because other countries exist that dub the show. But of course you can't just swing that around, so it was proposed, and apparently, she sat there refusing it. Well, we tried.

Our own server was so damn well prepared the bot was coded to link a Whitney Houston song any time someone yelled WHITNEY, as was expected inevitable, because the general vibe was

An entire server of clowns had like 60 memes ready. But here she is, arguing. With someone who knew better. For 2 months. Condescendingly even. Like wow that's stupid it would never be that loud ignore it lolol.

In fact in her misguided confidence she basically gaslit both herself and the friend to the point the friend rolled back what they believed and started questioning if it was a translation issue since it didn't arrive in english and maybe cas reall WASN'T going to tell dean he had always loved him and tell him why he deserves it before the empty takes him.

Uhhh...

So like.

Take it with a grain of salt.

Natalie is usually good, for the record. Among journalists, she’s okay. She’s even friends with Meredith. But that said Meredith clearly didn’t tell her that, and that had been planned from go. She’s been stonewalled, she’s not getting screeners, she’s not getting intel, she’s /just as blind as you are right now./

Also her own logic is self-contradicting. What she is functioning on is anxiety.

Just like everybody else. She’s not used to flying blind. She’s used to knowing exactly what’s going on. She’s not used to doing fandom CSI and frankly, she even has been known to uh, borrow meta, but most meta right now is “DeanCas?” and she doesn’t want to do that because “getting up people’s hopes” or whatever. So she doesn’t have her direct feed line, she doesn’t have her screeners, she doesn’t have her normal press access and she doesn’t even have content to lift.

Summarily: she has no idea how to function right now, and I actually mean that in the kindest way.

As for that conflicting logic? Read her thread and apply your brain.

She acknowledges that Misha said he was going to be filming 5 more days after episode 18.

She then says that covid might have changed it.

She then also says that the reason he can’t come back is actually because that would just about demand reciprocation from Dean which, she personally believes they can’t do (just like she didn’t believe a week and a half ago that they were going to do ... uh, 15.18.)

Okay, so riddle me this: if the logic is that Misha can’t come back cuz it’s too gay, what does covid have to do with that change, and why would that change from literally the day after they filmed 15.18?

Logic people. Use it. Stop letting anxiety drive your CPU.

Like either they had a way to handle it or they didn't. You don't cut one of your leads for extras after a major plot decision. And she even breaks out the stupid HE WAS FILMING A DIFFERENT MOVIE THATS WHY HE WAS IN VAN line.

Protip: spn was the only thing back in production then. They were the first ones back and a testing ground for Vancouver protocol.

Protip: the Amazon movie he's filming is filmed in the US

Protip: he went through multiple beard and haircut waves between each of these events, changing for each role.

What this actually means is, in lieu of actual sources, she's lifting fandom created noises that simple checks shoot down (eg being in van before van filming opened to film a us movie that didn't start filming for weeks even after his covid quarantine period in the wrong goddamn fucking country). Fandom, so goddamn desperate to find some validation for noise, decides to ascribe extra meaning to words and ideas they themselves halfassedly created and got a confused fandom journo to repeat in lieu of other sources. This is like the Trump Fox loop.

Pls ppl i beg you to use your braincases.

Like us, sitting here staring into the abyss of a transcript of not just words but events, trying to shoot holes in the source for months, peering into the abyss of the chain link saying "Destiel is going canon" (though i disagree with the fandom use of the term still) and even we weren't ready for the merch line that Stands had planned for a year and a half and also not told anyone.

Is this a way to promise your specific destiel goalpost is hit, no. But it's a point that currently she knows no more than you do, she has been violently wrong on just this topic matter recently, and her points don't even MAKE SENSE.

As it is, even on set leakers have been wrong. The original march leak came attached to a statement of having read 19 and Cas not even being mentioned. How did that work out for you?

But sure. They decided a groundbreaking swing for Cas with marketing for Dare To Defy everyone called queerbait that he and Jensen were both put in and a full planned merch line but stopped their plans because of the gay covid.

Again, do i promise your personal destiel landmark, no. Am i confident that Misha will be in the finale? Absolutely. If you remember in regards to destiel, before the season started, I commented that with the change in WB leadership, having its first woman CEO, having more women, people of color, and lgbtq people in high-ranking positions that ever, they're repackaging plan to recover from the AT&T bounce, the complete crash out of CEOs in their child and sister companies, and more, Anything Could Happen. I believe I used the term, it is a roll of the dice. Somewhere in the depths of my blog from season 14 and 15 Hiatus is the phrase, with the right roll of the dice, we could do anything. That line, from the god corporate told them in s11 they couldn't kill so they would find another way, has still slapped the taste out of my mouth from the Trap.

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votederpycausemufins · 3 years

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So, happy eggs benedict day to those who watch dsmp. I’m sure you’ll have fun today! I know I will when you all read this chapter and freak out at the end! also gonna apologize for the formatting. I wasn’t sure how to replicate what I did while writing it, so I’m doing that instead.

@petrichormeraki

“Hey Tommy?” Phil took the teen over to the side, wanting to speak with him. “Since Grian is still talking with his admin-”

“He’s my admin too. You saw that the other me was in their world.”

“Right, fine. While he’s talking to your admin, I’ve got a question.”

“Alright, shoot.”

“When you were talking with that other you… D-Did Kristen show up?”

“Mumza? Uh, no. Why d’ya ask?”

“Well, I guess you wouldn’t know. She wasn’t really around when you were growing up. But she’s sort of… a goddess of death.”

Tommy’s eyes widened. “She’s what?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, no. Mumza didn’t show up. You did. Or the other version of you. I guess you’re the death god there instead of her.”

“Right. Well, anything else happen, mate?”

“After the other you showed up, the other me got taken away by him and told me the thing to say to Xannes.”

“Alright. Thanks for telling me Tommy.”

“Theseus. Theeeeeeeseus. Theseus! Wake up!”

“Ugh… where am I?”

“Prison. Specifically Base Iridium.”

Theseus shook his head to wake himself up more. “Wait where the fuck am I?!”

“I just said you’re-”

“No what the fuck is this?!” Theseus shouted and tried moving around, only making the sound of chains jingling.

“Ohhhh, enchanted bedrock casket to make sure you can’t move. But hey, At least we get face holes. Aaaand you’re hyperventilating.”

“How do I get out?! Let me out!”

“If I knew how to get out, I would have aaaaaages ago and gone to see Sense!”

“W-Wait, S-Sense like the e-evil r-redstone guy?”

“Yes! With a wonderful mustache and sexy suit of his~”

“Oh eww gross. You’re just as bad as him.” Theseus cringed.

“How’s he doing?”

“Half starved to death and had his vocal cords ripped out.”

“He. What.”

“The new emperor of Helscraft or whatever did it. Kicked him off the throne and trapped him in whatever was there instead of the nether.”

“No! Now I need to get out!” Chain rattling filled the air.

“Uh hey, what’s your name by the way?”

There was a pause from the rattling. “Oh you heard I changed it? It’s Grifter now.”

“Uh, didn’t know you started with anything else.”

“Hiii Puffy! I’m baaack! Did you an’ Grum talk about stuff?” Jrum walked into Puffy’s home holding a lot of quartz in his arms. He knew he could just put it in his inventory, but this was more fun.

“Yes we did, though… well it was a little rough for him, so he’s... out building a place for you to stay near your charger until you can get home, alright?”

Jrum nodded, accepting the answer without question before setting his haul down on a table and picking up a piece quartz to chew on. “I made a new friend! His name is Michael!”

“Oh, that sounds nice.”

“Yeah! And then I went exploring and I found a big cave!”

“In the nether?” Puffy asked, only half paying attention right now while hoping Jrum would get distracted talking. She knew the bot’s brother wasn’t really out building after his panic attack, but duckling Dream had been kind and offered to help the child.

“It looked kinda like it, but no. It kinda looked like something Uncle Scar would make. It was pretty. He once built a humongous drill to get to the nether. A-And then some of the nether started climbing out, but the hole was waaaaay too big so it didn’t have any chance!”

“That sounds creative.”

“Yeah! He also made a magic village with a big magic crystal, and apparently it helps connect to the hels dimension, so I made a friend there!”

“What’s that?” Puffy asked with a tilt of her head.

“Oh, the hels dimension is a place parallel to this dimension, but it’s not like another dimension like the overworld and the nether are different dimensions to themselves, hels is like… us, but through a mirror! A funhouse mirror! Like my daddy is really good at redstone like me, and he can get frazzled at times, but he’s really nice. But then there’s the hels version of him who’s like a big mean evil scientist!”

“Oh really. And I suppose you made friends with your hels version?” Puffy asked with a small smile, but Jrum frowned and found his antenna to tug on, squeezing the little blue ball at the end.

“Uh, no. Grum and I were built by our dads, but in hels, they got separated and so they couldn’t build us. So… we don’t have our own hels versions.”

Puffy frowned sadly. “Do you want to talk about that?

“Yeah. I’ve tried telling my dads, but they just sort of reassure me without really listening.”

Puffy got a chair set up for Jrum, ready for an impromptu therapy session which she hoped wouldn’t end as bad as the last one. “Now, what’s bothering you most?”

“Well, the fact that we don’t have our other versions kinda hurts because it sort of makes me feel like we’re less real. I know my dads say that we’re of course real, but it doesn’t hurt less because they just sort of say it and not give reasons. In fact, they sort of give us less reasons because they were really protective about us respawning since they didn’t know how that would work. I mean, I guess they had a reason to worry since Grum and me are here now, but the fact they couldn’t trust us with that kinda hurts.

“And then we need to be charged up as well as eat, but we don’t need to worry about phantoms. I guess it’s a trade off, but no one else has to deal with that! It feels weird! From what Xisuma said, he needed to mess with some files to get us read properly by all his admin stuff, and he didn’t need to do that for others sort of like us, so why are we different?!”

Puffy hugged Jrum to comfort the now crying robot. The small whispers of reassurance helped a little, telling him he really was a person and that he would be safe. Jrum was glad for them he didn’t like the mess he was in, and the fact that it came from not really being a person made it sting even worse. So he was very happy to find someone who would listen and understand.

System hard drive crash. Attempting recovery. Recovering… Recovering… 92% of data recovered. Rebooting… Rebooting… Essential data missing. Please insert external drive for troubleshooting.

External drive connected. Reading external data. 16 files located. Do you wish to replace data with files? Backing up old files. Backing up… Backing up… Data has been backed up. Replacing data. Replacing… Replacing… Replacement complete. Restarting. One moment.

Restart complete. Checking systems. 100% data found. Implementing… Implementing… Files implemented.

Are you sure you want to rename this machine? Renaming… Renaming… Renaming complete. Restart needed to fully implement. Restarting. One moment.

Welcome. Please continue with s s s set u u up. Ch ch choose a l l lan. :)

Grumbot sat up with a start. He was pretty sure if he wasn’t a robot, he’d be breathing heavily. He put a hand to his head before looking around. It looked like he had been put in a room with a bed, but he didn’t recognize it, and no one else was there.

Grum tried to remember what happened. Had he run out of battery? Or had he gotten damaged. No, he had been trying to [: )] and it didn’t work out. He had also been with Puffy, so perhaps this was another room in her house. It wasn’t one he had seen before, but he also hadn’t really gone exploring.

Getting up from the bed and stretching, Grum decided to do just a little bit of looking around the room to make sure this really was Puffy’s place. He didn’t want to end up in someone else’s place and get in trouble. Though perhaps it was a similar situation to [: )] when they showed up on [: )].

That was another thing he almost forgot. Jrum. Was he okay? He didn’t know how long they had been separated and if it were long enough, he could have gotten in trouble. He had always taken after their [: )] and if the people here weren’t the happiest about stuff like that, it might not end well.

Well, as he looked around, the place seemed safe, and after carefully breaking a piece of the wall before putting it back, he was still at Puffy’s home. He attempted to contact Jrum, but it seemed that function wasn’t working. Possibly because they were no longer in [: )] and it was something there that allowed a direct connection between the two of them.

Grum’s eyes landed on a piece of paper he hadn’t noticed before. It seemed to be a note of sorts, so he read it. It seemed to be from the admin. He wrote how Puffy said Grum passed out and she went to check on Jrum to make sure the same didn’t happen to him. That if he would like, the admin could check him over and make sure everything was fine and there were no programming issues.

The robot rolled his eyes. He wouldn’t have any issues. [: )] and [: )] had built him just fine, Plus Jrum had gotten the two of them updates from [: )] so they were even better. There was no reason to see the admin, especially because…

Because…

Because why? This person was the admin, so he would just be making sure the server ran as smoothly as possible. He likely was just worried. That was all. What admin wouldn’t? And they hadn’t done anything to make Grum think otherwise. If they did, then maybe he would need to be wary. But so far, nothing.

Puffy suggested they get a treat for Jrumbot to help him cheer up and Jrum wiped away his virtual tears before following her. As they left, neither of them noticed the small red plant wrapping around the antenna and connecting to the now red ball on the end of it.

“Ah ha. Nice joke Theseu- wait a second.” There was silence. “You’re not my brother.”

#hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #tommyinnit #grian #philza #avian!Grian #watcher!grian #grian xelqua #hels!grian #hels!tommy #jrumbot #captain puffy #grumbot #dreamwastaken #still not a fan of how dream's persona eminates someone... problematic #the blood vines

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steve0discusses · 4 years

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TOS violations by Yugioh Characters that, Unfortunately, got them Banned from Twitch.

Only two people asked for this and I have a stomach ache and can’t do much else, so here you go:

Joey Wheeler: Did a burger eating contest to try and gain subscribers. It was so many burgers that it was considered ‘bodily harm.’

Maximillion Pegasus: drawing slutty fanart of Kuribohs but as a BDSM style Princess Peach, the infamous “Kuribette.” An ill placed and somewhat poorly drawn pink scapegoat tattoo was misinterpreted as a nipple.

Mokuba Kaiba: Tried to get around an illegal gambling loophole by filming in International Waters. Honestly he would have never been caught by the police if his streaming gambling ship hadn’t been abducted by pirates (while on stream, which was a whole other violation in itself).

Noah Kaiba: Got banned for streaming the process of how to turn dogs into far superior robot dogs. Also tried to use the loophole of filming in International Waters by doing this in the basement of Mokuba’s floating casino pirate-bait ship.

Seto Kaiba: Turns out all of those space ships he said he was building were just very large and overly-complicated bongs.

(read more under the cut)

Gozaburo Kaiba: After starting a new career by purchasing Twitch, his investors banned his twitch account once his dazzling personality ruined his stock prices virtually overnight when he started hooting and hollering about putting all your sons in Orbs.

Mai Valentine: Said she was going to Murder Joey Wheeler just one too many times (it was 485 times.) To be fair, Joey Wheeler was not aware she had a Twitch Account at the time.

Yugi Muto: Took his shirt off mid-stream when phasing into Yami mode. Although he is a man, this upset so many people (just 3 people, all of which were the Kaiba brothers), that he made a 40 minute apology video and banned himself, although he was never asked to do this.

Yami Muto: After starting a successful second gaming account under Yami’s name of PHARAOH420BLAZEIT, Yami didn’t realize that when you “block” accounts it doesn’t mean you literally phase users into actual literal blocks.

Tea Gardner: Got too greedy and faked her age to get paid through an onlyfans account. Was blissfully unaware that most people use it for porn. Even when this was clearly explained to her, she doesn’t understand why that was a terrible idea.

Grandpa Solomon Muto: Destroyed public property by claiming it was lost history and trying to dig it up. It was an Arby’s. A skeleton under a very bad Arby’s. A skeleton under a very bad Arby’s that came to life and tried to rule the world. His last words on stream were “not again!”

Tristan Taylor: Stole copyrighted music like the basic bitch he is.

Duke Devlin: his makeup channel got banned after a bunch of very viscous reports that his makeup palates were not vegan like he had claimed. After searching far and wide to find the source of these rumors, he discovered that the angry redditors spreading these malevolent lies were in fat the very jealous cultists that live in Pegasus’ basement. For, as it turns out, the palates he was selling through Pegasus’ company, were made of people.

Despite that, his friends still buy the eyeliner because it freakin sticks to you like a godsdamn second skin.

Marik Ishtar: His crafting channel made Etsian crafts that not only looked exactly like a bong but were entirely bongs. But,TBH, he got banned not for the bongs themselves, but for copyright strikes for making bongs that looked waaay too much like a more popular bong maker on twitch. His bong reputation has never recovered from the shame and now he just makes glass bangles.

Ishizu Ishtar: She was just so good at poaching popular streamers’ streams, even when they tried to stream on a 30 minute delay. It was always a different game in which she would appear too--if it were a large match of PUBG, or even a small match of Among Us, there IshizuSeesYou would stand--seemingly loaded into the game before the server room would even be created. Eerily, she would always win, every time her ghostly account would appear. So, she got banned for hacking when, in fact, she never hacked--not even once.

Odion Ishtar: Odion had an excellent show of being a Minecraft streamer, up until he got banned for electrocuting himself with his own streaming equipment by accident and scarring a lot of little kids who just wanted to see him dig deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and dee.

Ryou Bakura: his generally pleasant and peaceful British-Bake-Off inspired cooking streams got banned because every lovely loaf of bread and every carefully decorated cake he made had the terrifying cross-section of a headless corpse screaming “YOU, TOO, SHALL DIE.” Not once did Ryou ever notice said cross-section, as he showed it to the camera, full of smiles and sunshine. Not once did he seem to notice his chat also screaming, their fingers turning to acid as they typed.

Yami-Bakura: After his kinder self was removed from twitch, Yami Bakura decided to do the job that his other self could not do. So he started a new account under the name BakuraSpiceAndEverythingNice but unfortunately he got too angry during a fortnight match and decided to call upon the powers of darkness to make him win. But, when someone stabbed Bakura in the game, it also stabbed him in real life, and both Twitch and Epic Games banned him before the game could finish. Ryou Bakura awoke in his gamer chair covered in gamer blood, unaware of who stabbed him or how.

Slightly-Eviler Marik Ishtar: After Marik’s cancelled crafts career, Sightly-Eviler Marik attempted to launch himself into stardom by doing lifestyle streams to launch a political career...unfortunately, he was shut down for trying to influence the American Election. More specifically, to try and put himself on the ballot for President under a third party (the Green Party, as he figured they wouldn’t bother kicking him out). It was his unwillingness to show a proper birth certificate to clear his age (which couldn’t possibly be 4000 years old), that did him in.

Bandit Keith: Got swatted and arrested by the FBI on stream for trying one too many times to make Slightly-Eviler Marik’s ill timed candidacy for President a thing. Weirdly enough, the people who swatted him? Russian bots.

Weevil: Arrested for inventing a new type of gambling called “bug fighting” while sailing in international waters on Mokuba’s ship.

Rex Raptor: Got into Dartz’ streaming house but forgot to do the laundry and was promptly kicked out. So really it was just a human decency violation, but it was enough to contractually keep him from creating another twitch account.

Dartz: Made a streaming house where everyone freakin died.

Everyone except for Freakin Rex Raptor because he couldn’t do the godsdamn laundry.

The part of Bakura that lives in Yugi’s Necklace: After Yami’s account was blocked, the part of Bakura that lives in Yugi’s Necklace decided it was up to him to make a mark on internet history, so he started a somewhat successful account called BetterLateThanNever, but it got banned once he stabbed some random guy in Fortnight and, according to the ban report--stabbed him in real life?

#ygo #yugioh #au #twitch violation #I don't know what you tag this sort of thing #fic #?#joke thing?#I dunno #I'm not gonna list every character though here you go

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wakaoujisenhime · 4 years

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Mighty waves - Daigoro x reader

Synopsis: A clairvoyant predicts your kingdom's ruin, and no matter how ridiculous this claim sounds, your position forces you to take it seriously.

One day disaster struck as a fleet of warships takes course towards your empire. Your situation seems hopeless at first, but then one of your messengers reports how a particular individual requests an audience with you. Overcome by despair and ready to hoist the white flag of defeat, you accept, but the man you come across appears to be someone entirely different ...

tags/warnings: Daigoro x reader ✅ smut (18+) ✅ royalty x pirate AU ✅ oral sex ✅ quirkplay/quirk usage ✅ slight dubcon ✅

A/N: This fic is based on a prompt a server bot-generated for me while I was contemplating what kind of fantasy AU would be suitable for this hunk of a man whom I love so much. Choosing him specifically meant that I'd have to include some minor manga spoilers...hope you don't mind... All in all, I have to say that I'm a little disappointed with how this turned out, but maybe some of you guys will still enjoy it even if it’s just a little bit! (〃．．)

This piece is also my very first contribution to a bnharem collab, so I really hope you'll enjoy it, and please make sure to check the other authors' unique works out! *\(>‿<)/*

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Being the queen of an entire empire wasn't always an easy task, thanks to the lot of expectations and responsibilities resting on your shoulders, and to top it all off, you had to always remain calm and polite, no matter what or who you were confronted with.

Back when you first got appointed as queen, there was this elderly woman who requested an audience, under the pretense that she had some alarming news for you. Wishing for nothing but the best for your people, you granted her request.

Two years from now on, the kingdom will meet its end by the hand of soldiers from the sea...

This was the future's outlook, according to the self-proclaimed oracle of fate. Regardless of your personal opinion, you had to keep on smiling and politely accept her 'great words of wisdom' but did you really believe her?

No matter your conclusion, here you were now gripping your throne chair's arms to such an extent that your courtiers were starting to consider the possibility of your knuckles piercing through your skin, and it frightened them even more than they already were.

One of your messengers just brought you the news of an incoming fleet of enemy soldiers, who were ready to battle you and your men so that their ruler's plan of expanding his own kingdom could succeed.

Since you were repeatedly asked and pleaded to give your crown up and just let your home be annihilated, it didn't surprise you that they'd resort to war next after the countless rejections you wrote and mailed them. No, the most surprising and unexpected thing for you was their numbers. You knew that their kingdom was just a thousand men more than yours, so why did the messenger report a count of 20 enormous ships, all loaded with soldiers, heading straight for the small patch of land you called a 'kingdom'?

The fear that the moment they set foot on your land, the outcome would be nothing more than a brutal and pretty much one-sided bloodshed overcame you.

You were lost, hopeless, had neither someone to turn to and ask for help nor the ability and resources to help yourself.

What am I going to do now?

After asking yourself this one particular question multiple times, the only conclusion you managed to draw from it was to admit defeat to protect your citizens' lives.

Your decision was greeted with some resistance at first, but after your courtiers noticed just how anxious you actually were, they shut up, and heavy heartedly accepted their fate.

——

"Your highness...someone just set sail on land and demands to have a word with you." informed you one of your messengers, a hint of fear accompanying this dreaded piece of information.

You held your breath for a second and let your eyes wander around the throne room, noticing nothing but despair twisted faces. Their expressions pained you enough as is, but the presumption that you were about to meet the general of the entire crew only made you realize just how low of a blow the next words you'd utter be.

"...bring this person to me."

With each passing minute, your body continuously tensed up, and the fact that you didn't know who you were about to meet didn't make your situation any better.

Soon though, you began hearing the faint sound of very heavy steps, making you wonder just what kind of individual you were about to encounter.

The heavy throne room doors were opened, and a muscular man stepped through them. His walk was more confident than that of your advisors or even your own. With every step he took, his frame got bigger and broader than it was the first time you looked at him, and you couldn't help but retract ever so slightly in your seat.

"Well, hello there, your highness, it's a pleasure to finally meet you!"

Even with these few words, his deep and rumbling voice managed to break through your perfect façade of a 'noblewoman'.

This was the first time in your entire life a man managed to leave such an impression on you that every word you planned on saying failed you.

While you were in this small trance of yours, both of you used the opportunity to eye the other.

While you still eyed his impressive physique and tried to figure out why his playful yet serious gaze made him seem attractive to you, he did the same. The man standing before you was more of a warrior than any of your soldiers, or at least that's what the countless scars on his body told you, and there was no room for doubt in your mind that he was the type of guy who'd always get what he wants, no matter the cost.

"Have you come here to claim what you've wanted all these years?" you asked with the firmest voice you could muster. Much to your surprise, the man before you seemed quite confused for a second, but after a short, while he had recovered, and a bright grin replaced his former poker face.

"Oh, there seems to be some kind of misunderstanding between us." he paused for a second and spread his arms as if he was about to embrace someone. "You see… I'm not a part of that small army that was headed towards your kingdom."

Small army…? And he's not a part of it?

It was now his turn to explain what he meant, so he smiled and began walking up and down the small space in front of you.

"Well milady, I am the captain of a small crew which consists of nothing but pirates. All we wanted was to visit your kingdom, which has been the only one up until now to not fight with us, and it just so happens that the fleet which was headed your way, posed some difficulties...so I chose to eliminate them."

The last part of his sentence made you shiver, and even though he grinned from one ear to the other, you just knew that he was absolutely serious.

Your relationship with the pirates was genuinely peaceful, cause unlike your predecessors, you were more focused on building a more comfortable and accepting society than on gaining riches from the bandits of the sea. But you weren't stupid; you knew that this self-proclaimed captain of a pirate crew had done everything with some kind of goal in mind, so you decided to show him that you weren't about to back down from whatever request he was about to propose, so you stood up from your throne and headed right for him.

Much to your surprise, he was polite enough to actually stop his little walk and stand still like a soldier while his eyes never left your gracefully moving form. You thought that he was tall before, but now that the two of you faced each other, you couldn't help but direct your eyes straight toward the ceiling; that's how enormous this man's height was.

"Now that you've gotten rid of them for us...what is it that you'd like to receive as compensation?"

If he had eyebrows, then you would've seen him raising them ever so slightly. He then did something that no one has ever dared to do, namely, take your hand in his own massive one. That small gesture put your guards on the alarm, and within just a couple of seconds, their hands were on their swords' handles. If you hadn't stopped them, then they might have been the ones that needed saving…

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"Your highness...are you sure about this?"

"We don't know what he and his comrades might come up with, so let us at least send someone with you! Even if it's jus-"

"Gentleman, please calm yourselves down. He isn't some kind of barbarian...all he did was invite me to dinner at his ship so that we can talk about our individual plans. There's really no need for you to worry this much."

While their concerned gazes rested on your back, you slowly headed back to your room in order to prepare for this evening's rendezvous...

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When you arrived at his ship, the first thing he did was compliment your choice in garments, saying just how well this black dress fitted you and successfully managed to emphasize your body's most charming points. He then helped you up on deck and hooked your arm around his own as he gave you a tour of his wooden home, all the while the man cheerfully shared pieces of memories with you. It didn't take you long to realize that he was indeed different than any other man you've met before.

The way he carried himself, the carefree and bright grin that adorned his lips almost the entire time, and his adventurous character made him stand out the most from all the other countless interesting and peculiar people you've met up until now.

"Well, milady, it seems like our tour is slowly coming to an end."

With slightly wide and surprised eyes, you began glancing around, it seemed to him as if you couldn't believe it and felt the need to confirm it for yourself, but in Truth, all you were looking for was another room so that the two of you could spend more time by each other's sides.

In that short period, he had managed to awake so much curiosity in you with merely his own recollections of his daily life. It was no secret that a ruler like you wasn't really authorized to embark on random adventures; your kingdom was and had to be your only concern, until the day your successor was fit for the throne. Up until now, you never questioned or doubted these 'facts.' Still, when you heard of the many rebellious situations the bulky man next to you had gotten himself into, your inner adventurer couldn't help but try to break free. And that's when a particular door caught your eye.

"Sir, I think there is still some exploring left to do" you said and discreetly pointed to the room that embodied your hope to stay here longer.

After a short while of silence, he simply took course to the room you wished to see, opened the door, and let you go in first.

Turns out that this was his own cabin.

With flushed cheeks, you took a look around, admiring just how minimalistic he had arranged it to be. The only furnishings he had were his bed and one of those massive wooden desks your ministers owned.

While you were looking around with slightly flushed cheeks, the pirate beside you began strolling around you in rather big circles.

"Don't you think that an introduction should usually come before sharing a bed?" he asked with a smug grin, enjoying just how red you'd gotten as realization hit you. Before you could defend yourself, he closed the distance between the two of you to such an extent that you could literally feel him breathing down your neck every time he walked behind you.

"Truth be told...I don't really mind your way of thinking. If anything...I like it."

Just as you were about to turn around in order to meet his gaze, you felt something like a rope wrap itself around your body, completely stilling your movements.

"Oh no, my dear queen...I wouldn't struggle if I were you."

Despite his warning, you decided to take your chance and wiggle out of whatever had wrapped itself around you like a snake. Unfortunately for you, the more you kept on fighting against it, the tighter it grew, so you had to stop before it squeezed you to death.

"You're quite the rebel, aren't you?" he chuckled darkly.

The man was now standing right before you, his eyes darker than the night sky, but there was also something else hidden beneath that darkness...a certain glint you couldn't quite characterize.

He placed one of his big hands on your shoulder while the other gently caressed your cheek.

"Since we pretty much skipped a proper name exchange, let me catch up on that."

"W-Why now all of a sudden?" you hissed, expecting to earn yourself some kind of annoyed reaction, but what you earned was another one of his grins instead.

"Trust me... you'll need it."

After he said those words, he kissed your lips and placed both of his massive hands at the collar of your dress. The moment he found the buttons, which were hidden beneath a thin layer of fabric, he began undoing them one by one, slowly but surely exposing your upper body to the mild temperature of his room.

His lips began trailing down to your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of small marks behind. You were so confused and overwhelmed by the entire situation that you hadn't noticed how his hands had begun to slowly expose your lower body as well, and when you finally realized it, it was too late.

"You do know that it was a pretty bold move of yours to come to this meeting on your own, right? It might've been better for you to at least bring a guard or two with you."

That statement made you mad, and that only helped your body to increase the amount of adrenaline that was circulating inside of you. Luckily the black rope-like mass, which bound you, had released your legs a short while ago so that the bald man could slide your dress' skirt down. You used that opportunity and attempted to kick his abdomen, but his reflexes were quicker.

The man's hand caught your calf and placed it on top of his shoulder, while his other hand supported your back and stopped you from falling back.

Now that his face was literally facing your clothed sex, you were far more embarrassed than before, and knowing that your plan had no outlook of success, crushed any remaining hope of escape.

"Mm...I should've known that you were an impatient person, but who would've thought that you would be so desperate."

With each word he uttered, his breath teased your slightly twitching core, and thanks to the thin light pink material that separated his grinning mouth from your private parts, it was relatively easy to tell how wet you already were.

Daigoro Banjo

This was the last thing you heard before your panties were ripped apart, your labia spread, and your clit attacked by his tongue. A single gasp escaped your lips as you tried to pull your hips back and stop him from pleasuring you any further, but - as expected - your attempt was nullified by his hand and those misty ropes that enveloped your body so that it remained in a straight position.

His tongue lapped against your folds as he slurped up every bit of your flowing juices, making sure that none of it was wasted by trickling down your thighs.

The moment his thick fingers entered you, you were reduced to a trembling and moaning mess that wanted nothing more than to cum. You had to bite your lip in order to stop yourself from moaning any further, hoping that the pain might stop your rapidly approaching orgasm for at least a short while.

Daigoro noticed your futile attempt and immediately thought of a countermeasure. He bared his teeth and bit your already swollen and sensitive clit, while his thick fingers arched up to where your g-spot was and began rubbing it at a relatively quick and brutal pace.

Being pleasured that intensely was a first for you, and that fact mixed with the gradually growing shame caused some tears to begin flowing down cheeks.

"Cum for me, my queen, come on now..."

You shook your head, not wanting to lose even that last bit of dignity you had left by fulfilling his request, but unfortunately, he didn't take no as an answer and did something that you would've never expected him to do.

He directed that black and rope-like mist directly to your dripping sex, and the moment Daigoro pulled his fingers out, it penetrated you so deeply that you felt it collide with your cervix's opening.

With a loud moan, you threw your head back and came so hard that you forgot how to breathe for a second. The pirate captain held your trembling legs spread apart and watched, after deactivating his quirk, with delight as your walls tried to clamp down around nothingness. After a short while, he began to lick you clean while your orgasm slowly but surely came to an end.

You tried to regain your breath as the man licked his lips, stood up, and cupped your face, forcing you to look directly into his hazed eyes.

I'm going to pleasure you to the point where you'll never want to ascend your throne ever again.

The moment you embrace me, your kingdom will fall...

So, what are you going to do...?

#bnharem #bnharem collab #bnha scenarios #daigoro x reader #daigoro banjo x reader #bnha smut #bnha x reader smut #━𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰 #━𝙼𝙷𝙰

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belovedstill · 3 years

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hi!! i have a question... i saw your reblog about freewriting and i wanted to try it myself cause i have a hard time with writing because of my anxiety but i'm not sure i understood 100%. what do you actually write while you freewrite? is it related to what you're working on at the moment, like do you freewrite a scene (kind of like sprinting in a way) or just random words/thoughts in your head?

hi <3 i understand you 100% because sometimes (most of the time) when i sit down with the intention to write, my brain subconsciously goes "okay, the pressure's ON, everything i write must be useful for the fic" (and then i go "wait, @ brain, what fic? i don't even know what fic i would write, i just want to write" and brain says "it must be useful for the fic" (which btw doesn't help, thanks @ brain but no thanks))

i will start by honestly saying that while I've been doing this for many years, I've never had a word for it. If my memory's right, then I've never heard the term "freewriting" before. I'd either call it stream of consciousness or messaging a friend or word vomit or scribbling

(i'm going to share some photos & screenshots as examples because i personally appreciate examples for things i don't know how to even start doing; i'll include content warnings above the photos wherever applicable. These things were not meant to be seen by other people, obviously, so not all of them are neat, not all of them are in English or spelled correctly, and not all of them make sense, some might not even be Socially Acceptable (i'm very anxious as well, you see, so I ask people to be kind if you do take a look at the examples and decipher what's written), but that's the whole point of these: you let your mind go without worrying about where it's going)

I'm sure every person who does freewriting does it differently but here are several ways i do it (under the cut because it got very long as i pretty much (ayyyy) freewrote it):

test a pen/pencil! you know when you get a new pen and write down the most random thing on a piece of paper to see what the ink looks like and how it feels to write using that pen? for me it's usually a single word or a phrase from a song (my go-tos are hello, wait, Beloved (my MC's name, shhh) and other fictional characters' names or Why you gotta be so mean? from Taylor Swift's song "Mean", don't ask me why because i have no answer)

writing down the lyrics to a song that's currently stuck in your mind and living there rent-free, and if you forget the next line or if something else pops into your head - let it take you over

write on random pieces of paper! the less it reminds you of a notebook/blank page, the better! sometimes that means what's left of printer paper or post-it notes. actually, most of the photos of paper pages in this post are from my poor quality notebooks - the paper is too thin or not smooth or the pages are yellowish, so i don't feel bad """wasting""" the notebook for doodles, random scribbles, etc.

a diary entry? a diary entry, except there doesn't have to be depth to it, no journaling type of reflection on your feelings, on your experiences, on the Daily Journaling Prompt necessary--unless you want to. in my case it's mostly complaining about the pen i decided to use or the quality of the paper but!!! because i let myself write anything and everything on one page, at one point it feels natural to write some random story sentences on the other page

CW: implied past physical abuse

brainstorming! here's where, for me, the "messaging a friend" name came from. i have a very vague idea for what i want to write or a very small detail i want to write about, but nothing else. i set up a timer and write everything down (the screenshot is taken from my very own personal discord server, it's just me and a writing bot. at one point i realised that whenever i was brainstorming or writing cheer up ficlets in my friends' discord DMs, writing went super easy because my brain didn't register it as writing, but as chatting. At first, I formatted a new google doc so it looked exactly like discord's dark theme, but ultimately decided that just creating a new server just for my writing process/practice/etc and stuff is easier)

CW: harmful & discouraging stuff asexual people face

"I don't know what to write, I don't even think I want to write an actual story, it's not going to stop me" kind of writing. Anything goes and I mean anything. The sentences aren't connected. There's no actual idea or story behind the sentences. You're just writing a word after a word after a word. Sometimes a question appears in your mind, so you write it down. The question leads to more questions, or maybe an answer, or maybe you realise you like the feel/sound of one word so you write it again and again. After you wrote the word three times, tiny ideas form in your mind, things you relate to that word. Then you lose track of the thought so you write "I lost track", then a piece of dialogue floats in your mind that's probably inspired or part of a song lyric you wrote earlier

CW: unconventional/controversial lovers

if your writing anxiety is caused by fandom wank regarding some topics, tropes, themes, or even genres, know that if you freestyle about the thing you're worried somebody would judge you for, nobody else will read it. you can delete the doc afterwards. you can password protect it. you can tear the page out of your notebook and shred it to pieces. i won't include a photo example of this one (anxious, remember? also, it's nsfw) but i did this with smut-specific words and phrases. i got a blank piece of paper and wrote--first, just words (nouns for genitalia, verbs for action, etc. let me tell you - i was alone in the room and even trying to write the first word was difficult, in my head i kept thinking back to people's conversations on how "problematic these words are" etc etc etc and that fed my anxiety even further because "oh god what if they knew i was about to write this, what would they think of me"), then the words combined into phrases, then common smexy phrases that characters in smut say, and so on and so on. no punctuation because it's not a story. you know what happened after i put that first word on the page? nothing. i felt silly, sure, but i repeated the word several more times and still no People From the Internet barged into my room to ridicule & judge me. during that session, freestyling for that genre got easier and easier with every word.

Two posts that helped me realise that warming up for writing (and anything creative) is a good idea:

Writers need warm up sketches too (my way of warm up is usually either freewriting or using a typing speed website)

The anatomy of a pen/pencil etc

...and I think that's all from me 💕 apologies for how long this is but I hope it helps you in some way *hugs*

#shhh B #B replies #Anonymous #...aaa i don't want this to show up in the general tags but i want to find it later #you feel me?#writing #anyway i really hope it helps and if anything's too confusing please let me know and I'll try to explain better alter #*later

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pretty-rad-arson-dad · 4 years

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Hey guys so, about the whole situation that had happened with me being fasley accused of being a pedo, I said I'd make a post telling our side of the story (cause this involves so much more than me and them) and involves about 10 other people.

Also, ahead of time, sorry if this is messy, I just really don't know how to make these kinds of posts to clear things up? Explaining things like this is not something I'm good at. I was also going to post this sooner, but stuff in my persona life happened, and I've also received threats from this person's friends if I tried to come forward with my side of the story (or more like made anymore posts about it, as there's already a whole call-out post about them on Instagram, which I'll be showing later). After some debate, I actually realized it would probably be best if I actually did, just to get a warning out, even though I know there's a chance this won't be recieved well cause this is fucking Tumblr... And again, I'm just trying to tell our side of the story and warn others so the same doesn't happen to them. Also because I do believe this guy might have a Tumblr account and might try to seek out more people to abuse. I sure as hell know one of his friends who helped stalk us have a Tumblr though.

So, the person making the accusations was someone who joined my discord server, and at the time of joining, he was saying that he was of age. Several members on the server can vouch for me when I say this. Of course, in regards to him telling us he was of age, this is apparently something he failed to mention when he decided to make that callout conveniently enough. I'm still unsure of what his actual age is, wether he actually lied to us about being an adult when he joined the server or if he was lying when he claimed to be a minor in his callout.

Anyways, sometime after he joined the server, he started to become a problem. Me, being an idiot and feeling bad for him, allowed his behavior to slide, though I didn't know the full extent of what he was doing til a bit later.

He would constantly talk about how he was being abused and we'd try and help him with advice, which he never really listened to, and if anyone on the server mentioned that they had done something fun or had a great time doing something that day, he'd go off and make us feel guilty for having fun, cause his at home life was shit and apparently if he wasn't happy, we couldn't be either. He actually tried to pull some shit while I was celebrating my birthday with my family. This kinda becomes a bit important later? Or at least the day becomes important later.

He's also known as kind of a pathological liar on the server, claiming that they one of the official FNAF artists (one who doesn't exist, btw), and start rumors about YouTubers and other people we liked, and whenever I'd ask for proof, they'd get all defensive. This itself isn't a big deal, except he also has the tendancy to start rumors that people are pedos if he gets into a heated argument with said person. It's actually happened when one of my friends said he didn't feel comfortable with people shipping things between adults and children. This caused a giant argument to erupt and I had to temporarily boot said friend from the server. At this time, my accuser then decided to make accusations that the friend of mine was a pedo because he... Didn't like people shipping adults and children.... Of course, we told him to cut the bullshit and stop causing rumors.

Now, keep in mind, they got upset over someone being grossed out by shipping adults and children.

This becomes a bit important later.

We ended up having a few other problems with them as time went on, them critizing other members AUs (well, more along the lines of bullying them for their AUs and projects), more guilt tripping and at one point, even bragging about pushing someone to suicide (at least that's what 2 of the other server members are telling me, I can't confirm this, as it seems it happened during a period I had no internet, and there's a good chance they might have deleted it, but do feel free to take this with a grain of salt).

Eventually, he actually ended up leaving the server for good because of Tupperbot. Adding the stupid bot was the second best decision I've ever made in regards to him, honesty.

However, for a lot of us, the main tipping point was the roleplays and private DMs.

He loved to roleplay some pretty fucked up shit with a lot of people on the server. We've actually had one member as young as 11 come forward and say he had tried to do shit with them too. Keep in mind, he told us he was an adult when he joined. He would love to roleplay all sorts of weird, incestous and pedophilic shit with us, and would force it on us out of the fucking blue. Another thing worth mentioning, me and a few others are victims of childhood sexual abuse and rape. He CONSTANTLY put this shit in most of the roleplays he did with no regard to how triggering it was for some of us. We never even got a warning or an ask if it was okay to have something like that put in a roleplay. Some members spoke to him about their discomfort involving the shit he was putting in the roleplays, but it was disregarded and he'd continue to do it. Some of us were even so scared to say anything about it, as we were afraid he'd lash out at us and threaten us, so we just put up with it.

Aside from the roleplays were the really weird direct messages he'd sometimes send. There were times someone would be venting (this would happen in the server as well) and he'd respond with that they had no reason to be upset and that he's been through much worse. There would also be times when someone would be feeling depressed, and he'd make these private little group chats to try and "intervene" by inviting a few of us in there with the said person. This would be fine on its own, but he always made it a point to invite one person that we've REPEATEDLY had to tell him not to invite. I'll call this person Wah, cause I don't want to cause them any more stress by exposing their account name. Wah was someone we've told him not to invite because she was, at the time, experiencing a lot of suicidal idealations and we were worried putting her in a situation like this where one of her friends was feeling like killing themselves and her having to help to talk them down would be the sort of thing to set her off into hurting herself. We obviously didn't want that, so we made it a rule not to ever get Wah involved. Accuser knew this and went and always invited Wah anyways. And would shrug it off whenever we'd go off and remind him of Wah's own mental health issues. There has also been at least one instance with them and another user, who was feeling suicidal. They mentioned they had been wanting to kill themselves and accuser went off about how if they killed themself, accuser would kill themself too. This obviously scared the shit out of this person and made them feel more awful.

And there of course, is the shit they did to me. They'd sometimes randomly flip out on me in my DMs out of literally fucking no where, and purposely trigger my PTSD.

There's more, but I can't remember all of it because just so much went on.

Anyways, sometime after they left the server, people began coming forward with their experiences with accuser, telling all that he'd been doing in DMs, and mentioning his prior behavior on the server. We started venting about the way he had been treating us in the vents chat because well, we figured if we couldn't try to talk to him about his behavior, at least we could vent amongst ourselves. Apparently he had actually made a few friends on the server and they let him know we were talking about him.

Fast forward to my birthday celebration and I'm getting DMs from him. They start our fine enough but eventually he suggests we start a thing where we mention one positive thing that's happened to us each day. Cool, a fine idea on it's own, but as I've mentioned above, he's had the tendancy to make us feel like shit for having anything cool and fun in our lives, so of course me, and a few other people who apparently had received the same message, were hesitant.

I left him on read to think about it and also because, again, I was celebrating my birthday and I was about to blow out the candles on my cake and open gifts.

I don't remember all of what went down, and I don't seem to have access to the Instagram DMs anymore since I have him blocked on there too, but eventually, I received a message of him flipping out because he knew about our vents. I believe I might have ended up calling him out and telling him exactly why we were doing it, but I can't remember. This happened back in May so the memory is a bit fuzzy and I don't have the DMs anymore.

All I know is that most of the members of the server decided to cut him off.

After that, he tried to tell Wah I wasn't who I seemed to be and attempted to ruin our friendship, made several accounts to stalk the Instagram accounts of serveral other of the server members and I, and then we ended up having to kick a few of their friends from the server cause they were starting to cause trouble.

Then there was silence for a bit.

And then there was the incident. They had gotten a (at the time former) friend of ours involved by lying and manipulating them into believing I was doing all sorts of nasty shit. The friend, who I'm going to call Pasta, ended up bringing that stuff over to Tumblr, unaware that they had been lied to. I'm not sure if it was Pasta who reached out to us, or if it was one of us who reached out to Pasta, but we ended up telling them what was going on, and somehow, accuser found out, and accused them of being a traitor and freaked out on them. They admitted that accuser was responsible and we ended up making up.

I've also since then had some of accusers former friends come to me and tell me about the call-out, further confirming that it was them who started all this as a way to try and get back at me.

And, since of course some obligatory proof is required, I shall provide these call-out posts with some screenshots. And you can even see in the comments we're far from the only ones who have dealt with them.

These aren't the only things from them, obviously, but considering the fact that we've all now got them blocked and some of us have even deleted the DMs (because tbh, most of us thought that cutting them off would be the last of it), this is what we currently have.

Anyways, thanks for reading this long ass mess. Hope y'all stay safe.

#drama #//pedophilia #//incest #//rape

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This is for the Halloween request! How about Predaking (in holoform at first) and his queen going one of those haunted houses. Everything starts off well enough, until she gets jump scared by multiple clowns with fake weapons, Predaking actually thinks she's in danger and goes back to bot form to protect her and ends up destroying the place in the process

Predaking X Reader – Knight in Cybertronian Armour

A/N – I’m gonna try and distract myself with writing since nothing else seems to be working.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Predaking pouted on the deck of the Nemesis. He wasn’t at all pleased with you for asking him to partake in one of your silly human rituals. When you had asked him to go with you to a Haunted House, he scoffed at you, remarking that there was nothing beyond the grave, especially not the souls of tortured beings. Yet, you insisted it would be fun and kept pestering him anyway.

Eventually, Predaking had just snapped at you that you should go on your own if you cared about it so much, then he flew away to sulk, letting you know of his displeasure. Now that he’d had more time to think of his decision, he was beginning to regret it. He still didn’t care about this Halloween you kept talking about, but he did care about you. What if, by rejecting your strange customs he had condemned you to a life of despair. Predaking didn’t know what Halloween meant to humans, but it crossed his mind now that he might have snubbed a sacred holiday. All he really knew of the event you had asked him to attend was that he had to go in a human holo-form.

Lashing his tail back on forth, Predaking got up and started pacing. He looked to the dark night sky, wondering if he was too late to attend. Spreading his great wings, he dove off the Nemesis, determined to find you and join you for your Haunted House, and whatever it entailed.

The first place Predaking thought to search for you was your human dwelling. As soon as he flew over it, he knew you weren’t there. His advanced senses told him so; they also told him that you hadn’t been gone long. Following your scent trail, Predaking glided to the Haunted House, where he immediately spotted you in the crowd. It was hard for him to recognise you at first because you looked so different. He wondered why your face was painted so pale and why your clothes were ripped in some places, but he didn’t question it. Instead he landed somewhere partially hidden, switched to his holo-form, and pushed his way through the throng, ignoring any rude comments, to get to where you had been.

Unfortunately, he was too late. Predaking cursed his luck, realising that you must already be inside the house. He wished he could look inside but the windows were boarded up, so he couldn’t see anything.

‘Very well,’ Predaking thought to himself. If he had to wait a few minutes, so be it; it wasn’t like he was far from the entrance anyway, he would reach you soon, after the few mortals in front of him were done.

Finally, he was about to walk past a barrier to the house, but he was stopped by an adolescent male.

“Whoa there, buddy, we love your excitement here at the Scream Factory, but you gotta pay fifteen bucks admission to get in.”

“Ah, a guardian,” Predaking said thoughtfully. Putting on a front of politeness, he continued, “Please, excuse my mistake. I am not here to partake in your festivity. I am here to provide an important message to my fiancé, who is currently in your Scream Factory.”

“Okay, well can you tell us what the message is and what your fiancé looks like?”

“I beg your pardon? This is a private message and you are not privy to it.”

“Well, I’m sorry Sir, but if you won’t let us deliver it, and you won’t pay the admission to get in, then I’m afraid I have to ask you to leave. There are other people here for me to serve.”

“Other people!” Predaking spat, losing his temper. “Do you know who I am, mortal? I AM A KING, NOT SOME PAUPER FOR YOU TO ORDER AROUND LIKE A PATHETIC INSECTICON!”

The server internally rolled his eyes, wondering why he always got the drunkards; he wasn’t paid enough for this.

“Alright, you’ve had your fun Sir, but-”

It was at that point Predaking stopped listening to the human’s prattling. With his superior auditory sense, he could hear you screaming, where the others could not. Enraged, he threw the ticket clerk to the ground, running into the house where he found you on the floor with a cut leg, surrounded by painted freaks with weapons.

What Predaking didn’t know was that the ‘painted freaks’ were actually just actors in clown makeup, paid to scare the patrons of the Scream Factory. What he also didn’t know was you had simply tripped over in fright and the cut was from a misplaced prop, and the clowns would never actually hurt you with those weapons; in fact, one of them had actually stopped to help you, as his first aid training stipulated he should.

“King,” You cried, using your nickname for him, very aware of how he would see the scenario. “It’s ok, I-”

But your warning was too late. Predaking shed his disguise, tearing the Haunted House apart with his growth alone. The screams in the house became very real as terrified people and actors scrambled to get out. Many were injured as debris showered them while they fled. You got up, ready to help as many as you could, but Predaking would not see reason through his rage. He picked you up and took to the skies, carrying you to the safety of your home, ignoring any protests you made.

He didn’t so much put you down on the pavement outside, as he pinned you down instead, scanning your body for any further injuries.

“ARE YOU HURT?” He demanded.

You squirmed under his claws, “I’m fine, but those people-”

“WILL PAY FOR HURTING YOU. I ASSURE IT.”

“NO!” You cried out, holding up your arms. “THEY DIDN’T HURT ME PREDAKING. WHAT YOU SAW WAS MEANT TO HAPPEN.”

“MEANT TO HAPPEN? MEANT TO HAPPEN! HOW COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY INTENDED THAT? YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE WENT OUT WITHOUT MY PROTECTION.”

“WOULD YOU PLEASE LISTEN TO ME?”

Predaking lifted his pede, so you could stand up.

“Thanks,” You huffed. “Okay, Predaking, what you saw was actors. They were hired to scare people like me as part of an old Halloween tradition. I was never in any real danger, and what you just did could have hurt hundreds of people.”

Predaking considered your argument, re-evaluating what he had seen, “You are saying that it was a test of bravery? You were trying to prove your worth.”

Deciding it was as good an explanation as any, you nodded. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Very well. Then I am sorry to have interrupted. However, I forbid you from going back, you shall watch on your human picture box to find that everything has went perfectly and that nobody was eviscerated.”

“You forbid me? You can’t forbid me. I’m your date not your slave.”

Predaking growled and you had a feeling that if you didn’t give in, he would hold you down again.

“Alright, fine. I won’t go back, so long as you promise not to hurt anyone else.”

“Very well,” Predaking agreed, not counting the filthy Autobots or Starscream in his promise to you. “But you must also agree never to partake in this foolish ritual ever again. You do not have to prove your bravery or strength to me. It is my job to protect you.”

Desperate to get inside and watch the news you nodded, “Yes, alright. Can we please go inside now?”

Predaking switched back to his holoform so he could enter your tiny dwelling. As long as he knew you were forever going to be safe, he was content.

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