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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Two: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, one-sided relationship, menstruation, sexual content, pervy behavior [eventual warning for smut; be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin loves you so much it hurts and he’s really fucking weird about it, but it’s okay since it’s love 💕 He’s a massive Perv [diary entries from Ani] MDNI 18+

Date:

June 13th

Anakin woke up in a wonderful mood this morning. Today was going to be a good day, a really really good day. It was Thursday and you were going to book club at the library, which mean you would be going out for coffee after and then you’d go visit your sister before your shift at the diner. That would give him an ample amount of time to install the necessary security equipment for your apartment.

He’d already set up the wireless connection and app that goes along with the cameras the moment the package was delivered. He’d had plenty of time to do that yesterday while you were in class. He was so relieved that he’d be able to check in whenever he needed to, just a click or two and he’d be able to see and hear the goings on in your apartment.

These little microcams were an absolute lifesaver in his opinion, not only were they the perfect size, they also had an extremely long battery life *and* the resolution was surprisingly good. It was definitely worth the extra cash to get a clear picture of your pretty face.

He practically skipped down the street to your apartment, typing the code into the keypad when he arrived. He made sure to wipe his feet on the rug at the entrance, he’d hate to track dirt into your neat little living space. He trekked up the stairs to your floor and couldn’t help the massive grin on his face as he unlocked your apartment door.

Boogie greeted him happily now, he’d made sure to feed her little treats every time he visited just to get on her good side. He’d actually become quiet fond of the little gal, he could see why you liked cats now.

They were soft and cute just like you. He wouldn’t be surprised if you purred too, and if you didn’t… well he could fix that.

He locked the door behind him and got to work. He was thankful you were short enough to need a step stool because that was really coming in handy. It made it so much easier to place the first camera in the trim above your front door. He made sure it had a good angle of your kitchenette and living room.

The next was installed in the opposite corner on top of the bookshelf that held the hoard of books you promised yourself that you’d read but hadn’t gotten around to yet. You were just a girl after all, stuff like that didn’t keep your attention very well. He thought his reading voice would hold your attention much better than your own inner voice.

Anakin smiled as he thought about which book he’d read to you first… you had quite the collection, but he had plenty of time to figure it out before the time came.

Now he had a great view of the couch and the hall leading to your bedroom and bathroom. He checked the first two cameras via the app and was pleasantly surprised to see just how perfect the resolution was. He knew it was good, but seeing it in your home like this? He’d feel right there with you every time he checked the live feed.

Your bedroom. The one place he still hadn’t allowed himself to enter, this was your private space and it felt wrong to invade that privacy. It was one thing to peek in occasionally but an entirely different thing to actually go inside.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open, the scent of you hitting him in the face had him weak in the knees. Anakin’s hands shook as he trailed his fingertips across the soft cotton sheets on your bed, you’d left it unmade.

He was already here… he might as well just try it out right?

No. No he can’t do that. If he lays down he’ll never get back up. His thoughts would eat him alive until he gave in and left a mess in your bed. Just a pillow then.

Oh… oh now he’s in trouble. Not only did he squeeze the pillow tightly and bury his face into its squishy middle to sniff every lingering bit of the smell of your shampoo… he did something very, very bad.

But it’s done now and he can’t take it back. Oh well, you won’t mind.

‘Back to work Anakin.’ He reminded himself and begrudgingly did exactly that.

He placed the third camera on the ceiling fan above your bed. Taking great care that the lens was completely covered.

He’s not that kind of guy.

He didn’t need to see what you did in bed… just hear it. You snored and Anakin just wanted to make sure you, ya know didn’t stop breathing or whatever in your sleep.

No other reason.

He took one glance over at the bathroom across the hall and really, really thought hard. He didn’t buy the fourth camera for your bathroom. He really didn’t.

He’s not that kind of guy.

He wouldn’t do that to you, but it was alright for him to think about it. Wasn’t it? Yeah. Yeah it’s okay to think about it.

With his handiwork finished he returned the step stool to it’s place under the kitchen sink and took a look around the place. It was homey, very cozy, very you.

You were alittle messy sometimes but that’s okay, so was he. Maybe he should clean up alittle. He smiled, proud of himself for thinking of it, and got to work. Just a quick run through of the kitchen and living room.

He couldn’t do *all* of your dishes, but he could certainly wash some silver ware and a cup or two to lessen the burden on you. So while he carefully washed and dried your favorite coffee mug, Anakin found himself sucking the spoon you’d used for your ice cream last night.

That’s good enough right? He’d licked it clean… you were going to use it again for ice cream tonight. He knew you would. Last month you ate ice cream for dinner the entire week of your period and you were doing the same this month. So he placed that spoon on top of the rest.

He vacuumed the kitchen and living room, your cat shed a lot and honestly Anakin should probably come vacuum for you more often because you’re not nearly as thorough as he is. He moved the couch and found at least two weeks worth of dust bunnies back there.

He knew it was difficult for you to juggle work, school and your personal life. You shouldn’t have to work, you should be able to stay home and lounge about after you’d cleaned house. He’d make sure you could do exactly that when the time was right.

Speaking of the time, he checked his watch and sighed. He should probably get going if he wanted to walk you to work.

On his way out he hurriedly placed the last camera in the stair well leading to the building’s entrance, that way he could familiarize himself with your neighbors and of course keep up to date with the door codes.

Diary Entry: June 14th

Those cameras I got for you are my new favorite thing.

It’s alittle unhealthy the way I check them as often as I do, but like they say, love makes people do crazy things.

I just can’t help it.

You’re so cute, I love the way you sing even if it’s really… not so great sometimes. But hey, not everyone is cut out for those high pitched vocals like that guy the one with the hair Kellin Quinn from that one song you really, really desperately want to hit the high note on. You’re amazing baby, but maybe don’t ever sing that one in public. Keep it at home just for me okay? Not everyone can appreciate your beautiful voice like I can.

You talk to your cat like she’s a person. Not even in a baby talk voice either, no, it’s more like she’s a girl from one of your college classes. You come home and tell her us your daily drama… it’s adorable.

I do however have a bone to pick with whoever Travis is. Travis can kick rocks. I can’t believe he did that to Amanda, and on her birthday? Unbelievable.

I think my favorite part of this new dynamic of ours is dinner time though. I even went to the corner store and got some cookie dough ice cream to eat with you. I felt like we were really there together, especially because I’m almost certain you used the spoon that I cleaned for you.

I’m so glad you have good taste in reality Tv as well. None of that Bachelor shit. No you like the juicy stuff. My kinda girl aren’t ya?

That Love is Blind show is truly one of the best reality shows I’ve watched in a while. But I had more fun listening to you laugh and shit talk those people. You’re fucking funny, it’s so cute.

Oh and guess what? I had a call with your super today! I’m next in line on the wait list for an apartment in your building baby. Hell yeah! It’s honestly really convenient, not only will I be right there whenever you need me, it’s closer to work so I can get home to you even quicker.

Diary Entry: June 18th

I’ve been alittle hesitant to tell you this sweetheart. I just feel real bad about it and I’m not great at sharing my feelings all the time. But I think it’s time I told you.

I just love you so much and I want to be with you all the time. Loving you from a distance is tolerable for now… but is it sustainable? No.

You’re a kind and understanding girl, sweet and caring, so I’m sure you’ll understand when I say that I *just couldn’t stop myself*. Your bed was so soft and the smell of you was so strong that I felt like I could drown in it. I hugged and kissed your pillow like my life depended on it but god… I found one strand of your pretty hair and that was just too much for me.

I’m sorry even though I don’t think you really mind all that much. Or if you do you’ve not said anything about it. It’s just… the fabric was so soft and you’re so pretty and I couldn’t help but think about what life would be like if I could come home to you in bed. Laying there with your pretty little eyes closed.

You’d look just like an angel. Peaceful and full of life, pink cheeks and smooth skin, warm and glowing.

So you can’t really blame me. You understand right? Really it’s your fault for being so damn perfect. But that’s really kind of an oxymoron isn’t it? You’re perfect so it can’t be your fault, but here we are.

Whoever is to be blamed, it doesn’t matter. What matters is: I’m sorry for tearing a hole in your favorite pillow.

Really and truly I’m sorry. I’ll fix it next time I stop by I promise. I just needed… something more you know? My hand just wasn’t good enough, too messy and wasteful. I needed to know that you’d be able to enjoy it too.

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking but you’ve slept alittle better these last few days haven’t you?

On second thought maybe I shouldn’t close up that hole. If me fucking your pillow and stuffing my cum into the fluffy filling helps you sleep better, well I’d be happy to oblige.

I’m not that kind of guy, I just made a mistake. But, I think you’ll thank me for it in the long run.

Your subconscious just lets you relax alittle more with me around doesn’t it? Even if it is just alittle bit of cum. You need a piece of me with you to feel safe and you don’t even realize it. My poor girl, I’ll make sure you sleep well for the rest of your life.

Eventually I’ll stuff you with my cum every night. Getting fucked to sleep sounds pretty good doesn’t it princess?

Diary Entry: June 24th

I hate to see you disappointed. Oh it just kills me inside angel.

I can’t even chide you for forgetting your debit card because it’s my fault for not making sure you put it back in your backpack after ordering those new shoes. I’m sorry sweetheart.

Don’t worry though. I’ve added a few extra bucks to your wallet, being a dollar short for coffee won’t ever be a problem again.

Realistically that barista was just doing her job and I know that, but the fact that anyone could possibly deny you something that you want is insane to me.

You’ll never have to go without your large vanilla iced coffee on laundry day ever again.

Especially after I saw how grumpy you get.

That little scowl on your face when your favorite washer/dryer were already being used. I would’ve marched over there and dumped out that old ladies wet clothes in the floor for you if you’d only asked.

But if I had then I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy watching you act like a brat out in public. I’ve never seen someone stare daggers through an elderly person like that before, you’re lucky she didn’t have a heart condition because damn that look could’ve killed her.

I’ll help you get that attitude under control soon enough princess. All you need is a good ass whoopin’ and a fat cock to tame you.

Note: Persil, those little blue shakies

PART THREE

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Game On! Collection 🎮

The Sims 4: High School Years added a bunch of cool items for gamer/streamer sims and I’ve converted some of them for our sims to use in The Sims 3! I also converted the video game consoles from The Sims 4: City Living and the simmi figurines from The Sims 4: Snowy Escape so I have some more silly little guys to put on my nerdy sims’ shelves :p

Note: There are two versions of the wireless speaker, one that glows and another that doesn’t. They both work as stereos. There are also two versions of both computers, one version each with the streaming equipment and the other without it.

The flag on the wall and the rug are previous conversions of mine here, the freezer bunny figurine is by simbeings here, the headphones, camera, and seashell plate are by bioniczombie here and here, the MySims dolls are by Around The Sims 3 here, and the voidcritter cards are by kandiraver-sims here.

Comfort

Spine Reticulator Gaming Chair: non-CAStable | §350 |

Multitasker G: non-CAStable | §325 |

Décor

Yamachan Simmi: non-CAStable | §25 |

Electronics

Gamer’s First Computer [edited by twinsimming]: four channels | §1350 |

Streamer’s First Computer: four channels | §1500 |

The Big Picture Ultrawide Computer: four channels | §2525 |

The Big Picture Ultrawide Computer Base Model [edited by twinsimming]: four channels | §2400 |

The Big Picture Ultrawide Computer Webcam and Microphone [edited by twinsimming]: two channels | §125 |

GoldiBox Gaming Console: two channels | §400 |

UnorthoBox Gaming Console: two channels | §800 |

Groove Tube Wireless Speaker: four channels | §150 |

Groove Tube Wireless Light Up Speaker [edited by twinsimming]: four channels | §150 |

Lighting

RGBright Strip Lights: two channels | §105 |

Tri Hard LED Panels (Right): four channels | §125 |

Tri Hard LED Panels (Left): four channels | §125 |

Surfaces

PR-0 Gaming Desk: four channels | §430 |

| All TS4 presets included and base game compatible |

Credit: meshes by EA, The Sims 4, Sims4Studio, TSRW, Blender, Milkshape, Photoshop, and Gimp.

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 3 (Part 2)

Following is part 2 of my translation of Chapter 3 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-44 to 7-50.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-44

Silver: Zzzz….zzzz…

Sebek: Zzzz……zzzz…..

Lilia: Zzzz…..zz….

Everyone: zzz……

Grim: zzz…...zzzz….

Ortho: ……………………

(Cyberspace)

Ortho: ….Aaah! ….Phew, I was finally able to break out of my gear! Since I uploaded my data using the school’s public WLAN network, it took quite a while.

(Beep)

Ortho: Thank goodness. Neither my AI program nor my memory appear to be crashing. And I was able to preserve all my recordings, as well.

(Ortho plays back his recording from the going away party)

Crowley: Draconia-kun!? Just what are you intending to do here!?

Grim: Yikes! All my fur’s standing on end!

(An alarm sounds)

Ortho: A rapid accumulation of blot has been detected within a 10 meter radius. A magical disaster emergency alert has been issued. Immediate evacuation and further precautionary measures are advised.

Crowley: A magical disaster!? Augh…. Everyone! I permit you to use offensive magic! Stop Draconia-kun!

Malleus: Stand back, you fools.

Lilia: Stop it, Malleus!! That’s enough!!

Malleus: O Spinning Wheel of Fate, spin thy thread of calamity. I, the King of the Abyss, shall bestow upon thee… a blessing.

Everyone: Zzzz…..zzz…..

(The recording ends)

Ortho: ….It appears that Malleus Draconia-san’s magic affected my magical reactor and caused my gear to shut down. It’s unbelievable… My armor is comprised of anti-magic materials that Styx developed, and yet his spell penetrated it like it was nothing… Just how strong is this guy…. The large amount of blot and magic activated the magical disaster emergency alert system I have installed in my gear, but…. Seeing as the network is in working order, that probably means the school facilities weren’t destroyed when he attacked. The timestamp on my crash report is 21:18…. I know my magical circuits got fried, but I don’t recall my gear getting destroyed. Since I transferred myself to the network in a panic, I wasn’t able to fully retrieve all of my data. I’m really worried about the other partygoers…. But first I have to make sure big brother is okay!

Episode 7-45

Idia: Zzzz…..zzz…..

Ortho: Big brother! Are you okay!? Oh, thank goodness! You don’t appear to be injured anywhere. Perhaps the effects from Malleus Draconia-san’s magic didn’t spread further than Diasomnia?

Idia: Zzz…..z….

Ortho: I’d normally hate to wake you up when you’re sleeping so peacefully…. But this is an emergency! First, I’ll just connect to the wireless speakers…. There. BIG BROTHER! SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAS HAPPENED! WAKE UP!

Idia: Zzzz…..zzzzz…. *mumbles*

Ortho: THIS REALLY ISN’T THE TIME TO BE GETTING SOME BEAUTY SLEEP! BIG BROOOTHEEEER!

Idia: Zzz….zzzz…..

Ortho: Fine, if it’s gonna be that way….

Ortho: Haaaah, haaah….! I tried transferring my data to my spare gears, but the magic circuits are fried in all of them, and I can’t even get them to move a single inch. Since I’m able to operate devices that just run on electricity, I tried playing some Precipice Moirai songs at a loud volume from the speakers in this room, and moving around the cleaning robots, but… ALL OF THEM HAD ZERO EFFECT!

Ortho: Big brother, normally, no matter how deeply you sleep… All somebody has to do is play Precipice Moirai’s hit single “Cut the Thread of Fate!” and you’ll fly out of bed and start doing that weird dance…  I can’t even pick up anything to throw at you. I feel like I’m more fleeting than a ghost right now…. I wonder if anyone else is awake? I’ll hack into the security cameras and take a look.

(Ignihiyde Dorm - Lounge)

Ortho: Ah, I think I see some people over there. As expected of Ignihyde students, some of them ended up not going to the party. I’ll just connect to the dorm’s speaker system and… HEEEY!

Ignihyde Students: ……..

Ortho: Hey! You two sitting in the dorm lounge. Could you please come to the housewarden’s room… Ah.

Ignihyde Students: Zzzz…..zzz….

Ortho: They’re asleep. Could it be…. All the “living people” in the school are…? This is unbelievable….. Did the effects from Malleus Draconia-san’s magic spread all the way to…. I’ll go outside and check.

(Main Street)

Ortho: !? …What is this? The whole school is covered in thorns. And there’s a thick fog of blot as far as the security camera can see…. …No way. Did it also reach outside the school?

(Town at the foot of the mountain)

Townspeople: Zzzzz…zzz….

(Royal Sword Academy)

Royal Sword Academy Students: Zzzzz….zzzz….

(Idia’s room)

Ortho: It’s not just within Night Raven College…. Everyone on Sage’s Island is… No, not just the people. The animals…. And the insects and the fish… Every living thing is asleep. And the only one awake is…. Me? He took the whole island under his control in a matter of seconds…. That’s insane. That’s, like, beyond using cheat codes. For the time being, I need to get off this island. I’ll utilize the submarine network cables and transfer my data over to Styx via the branch office they have in the Land of Dawning. Wait for me, big brother!

(Ortho disappears from the terminal in Idia’s room, and then reappears there a moment later)

Ortho: …Huh? I was trying to leave the island, so how come I ended up back here in big brother’s room? I’ll try again….!

(Ortho tries to leave again, and is sent back to the terminal)

Ortho: Uwaaah! There’s a powerful energy field covering the island, and even if I try to leave along the undersea cables, I keep being forced back here. It’s like the whole island is cut off from the rest of the world…. Huh?

Ortho: ….What? 21:18? No, that can’t be! It took me half an hour alone just to upload all my AI data to the network… And at least another half hour has passed since I came to big brother’s room. No, wait a second. …I’ve got screenshots of the clocks I saw when I was checking the security camera earlier. …I’ll just enlarge the images and stabilize the pixels…. All the clocks on the island read 21:18. Could it be that time has…. stopped on the island?

Episode 7-46

Ortho: Could it be that time has…. stopped on the island? And that’s why I keep being forced back here every time I try to leave? I-In other words, the spell that Malleus Draconia-San cast wasn’t for putting living beings to sleep, it was to suspend spacetime - suspend everything - within the domain his magic controls? That’s crazy! That kind of magic is the stuff of legends! It’s not something you see except for in history textbooks. Do mages who can control spacetime really exist? That’s… That’s the definition of a “living disaster”…………..

Ortho: What should I do? I feel like we… got dragged into something terrible. I need to contact Styx as soon as possible. But how? My gear won’t move, and I can’t get out via the internet. I’m certain that my magical disaster emergency alert activated just before Malleus-san’s magic did. As long as Styx was able to receive my alert, then… But what if… If Malleus-san’s magic doesn’t just suspend spacetime, but also has a damaging effect on a lifeform’s body and mind… Then there’s a possibility their bodies will begin to breakdown as they continue to sleep, as they won’t be able to replenish their nutritional stores. I can’t just wait around for help to arrive. But I don’t know that I can even do anything in this state, if I can’t even move my gear. …………….. No, wait a second. Big brother’s tablet…. It’s supposed to be able to connect to Styx’s experimental broadband satellite uplink.

Ortho: Since Sage’s Island is pretty isolated, big brother was worried about whether the school's network would hold up during an emergency…. And he was saying, “No matter what kind of natural disaster we get wrapped up in, the one thing I don’t wanna run out of is my dailies.” And so he secretly installed an antenna on that big tree that’s behind campus. I’ll use a remote control app that’s on big brother’s computer to boot up his tablet… Here goes! And then we just go into the network settings…. Ah!! It worked! It’s connected to the uplink! The connection speed is… E-Eww! It’s so slow!! It’s barely 1/10th as fast as a 4G cellular connection. I know big brother said before that it’s just an experimental unit, and not one for practical use, but still! This is slow as molasses! It’s worse than ADSL!! I’ve never in my life come across speeds this bad!

Ortho: And what’s worse, since there’s very few communications satellites I can use, I’ll only be able to connect to it for a few hours each day. I was just barely able to establish a connection just now, but I have no idea when it’ll get cut off. Oh, man…. My data is absolutely massive. Even if I’m lucky enough to be able to upload all my data up to the communications satellite….　Will I be able to make it to Styx’s private gateway? What if I get stranded up there in outer space… No, I have no other option. The only who can ride along those radio waves, get through that magical barrier, and escape this island is me, the AI. I have to go.

Idia: zzzzz…..zzzzzzzz… *mumbles*

Ortho: I’m going, big brother…. To space!

Episode 7-47

Styx Technician B: A magical disaster emergency alert has been received from LOD Area 9-40, timestamped 21:18! The sender’s ID is…. Magical Humanoid ORTHO! …!? Wait, what is this? The alert stops right at 21:18, and the transmission just ends there.

Styx Technician C: I’m pulling up the logs from the blot measurement devices in that LOD area. It appears a large-scale magical disaster has occurred on Sage’s Island.

Styx Technician B: The logs cut off immediately after the disaster occurred. Details on the extent of the damage are unknown.

Man wearing a Helmet: Did you say… Sage’s Island?

Technicians: Chief!

Styx Technician A: I see you’ve returned to headquarters.

Chief: Yes. We need to confirm the extent of the damage as soon as possible.

(beep beep)

Narrator: The number you are trying to call cannot be reached.

Chief: …..I can’t reach Idia’s phone, either. It’s possible he and Ortho got caught up in the disaster together. Contact the Magical Force office that’s on Sage’s Island.

Styx Technician A: Yes, sir! ……….Chief!

Chief: What is it?

Styx Technician A: I can’t get through to the office!

Styx Technician B: We’ve also tried contacting the police and fire departments and the private shipping companies on the island, but we’re not able to get through to any of them! We’re running into some sort of radio interference.

Chief: What!?

Styx Technician C: I’m accessing the latest aerial footage of Sage’s Island from our observation satellites! I’ll pull it up on the monitor.

Everyone: !?

Chief: What…. Is that? “Something” is…. completely covering Sage’s Island.

Styx Technician B: Based on the observation satellite’s magical optical sensor, it appears to be an energy field created by magic.

Chief: So there was a high concentration of blot at the time of the disaster, and the whole entire is covered in an energy field… It’s possible that the people on the island… that my sons are already…

Woman wearing a helmet: It’s alright. I’m confident they’re still alive.

Styx Technician C: Head engineer!

Chief: They’re still alive…. How can you be so sure, Head Engineer?

Head Engineer: It’s just the opinion of an engineer, based on the data we’ve been able to ascertain so far, Chief…. Is what I’d like to say. It’s my “mother’s hunch”, papa.

Chief: ….But I thought that engineers despise baseless “hunches” more than anything else?

Head Engineer: You could also argue that hunches are simply real time calculations based on all the experiences - all the “data” you’ve acquired so far. Pessimism won’t improve things one bit. Let’s all try to be a little positive here. You’re absolutely certain the emergency alert came from Ortho?

Styx Technician B: Correct. But we’ve had complete radio silence from him ever since.

Head Engineer: Hmm…. It’s possible either his gear was damaged, or that energy field is blocking his transmissions…. Don’t we have an experimental communications satellite we launched some time ago?

Styx Technician B: Huh? Ah, y-yes. But it’s far from being ready for practical use… Presently, we’re only using it to pick up the logs transmitted by blot measurement devices located in mountainous areas with poor reception.

Head Engineer: ….I see. It should work just fine, then.

Styx Technician B: It should work? My apologies, Head Engineer. But I’m not quite getting the big picture here….

Head Engineer: Can you send me the past three years of access logs for that satellite?

Styx Technician B: R-Right away.

Head Engineer: …I knew it! Looks like someone in LOD Area 9-40 has been hacking into the satellite for some time now. Maybe you think you covered up your tracks, but you can’t fool your mama! …….*sigh* Make sure you keep an eye on that communication satellite’s access logs.

Styx Technician B: U-Understood…. But, why?

Head Engineer: I’ve got a feeling a shooting star will be flying on by sometime soon.

Chief: Is that another one of your “mother’s hunches”, mom?

Head Engineer: No, Chief. This one is an “engineer’s hunch”.

Styx Technician A: Magical Special Operations unit Charon has reached the aerial perimeter above Sage’s Island.

Charon: Hepta Team reporting in. We have visual confirmation that Sage’s Island is inside the energy field, and we’re not seeing any damage to the residential areas.

Chief / Head Engineer: *sigh in relief*

Charon: We attempted making landfall on the island but were unable to breach the energy field. It’s too powerful.

Head Engineer: So you couldn’t even get through when you used the powered armor’s magic shield?

Charon: Affirmative. The target’s energy output surpasses what our magic shields can handle. One powered armor unit on auto-pilot mode was captured by the target. Additionally, the energy field appears to be gradually expanding.

Chief: Expanding?

Charon: Affirmative. The field’s perimeter is expanding at an approximate rate of 6-9 kilometers per hour and is encroaching into the surrounding waters.

Chief: Notify the Land of Dawning and have them issue an immediate evacuation warning to residents on the surrounding islands. 

Styx Technician A: Yes, sir. Right away.

Head Engineer: Get me an anchor into that energy field. I want to get a better idea of just what kinds of magical forces it’s comprised of.

Charon: Understood.

Chief: Those black thorns covering the island… Just where have I seen something like this before….

Head Engineer: Chief?

(An alarm blares)

Styx Technician B: !! We’ve received a transmission from that experimental communications satellite!

Head Engineer: It’s here! What’s the sender’s ID!?

Styx Technician B: It’s ORTHO!

Episode 7-48

(An alarm blares)

Styx Technician B: !! We’ve received a transmission from that experimental communications satellite!

Head Engineer: It’s here! What’s the sender’s ID!?

Styx Technician B: It’s ORTHO!

Ortho: Thi… is.. Or…. Styx… ….you copy…..

Head Engineer: Yes! He did it! I thought for certain your big bro would do something or other to ensure he’d always have internet access. So I figured he must’ve been the one hacking into that communications satellite all this time!

Chief: So Idia’s once again been doing as he pleases with Styx equipment, huh…. *sigh*

Head Engineer: Apply a digital filter and noise reduction on his transmission! And align the gateway’s antenna towards that satellite!

Ortho: Mayday, mayday. This is Ortho. Styx headquarters, do you copy?

Chief: Roger that. Can you hear me, Ortho?

Head Engineer: Or-kun! It’s mama!

Ortho: Dad! Mom! Oh, thank goodness. I finally made it through.

Head Engineer: Or-kun, are you hurt anywhere!? Is your big bro okay!? What the heck is that energy field?? Oh, it must’ve been so scary….!

Chief: Ahem! Please calm yourself a little bit, Head Engineer. Ortho, can you explain what’s going on for us?

Ortho: Yes. The files from my video recordings are really big, so I’ll just playback the audio.

Chief: ….I see. In short, that powerful energy field that’s surrounding Sage’s Island is being caused by Malleus Draconia’s magic - the crown prince of Briar Valley himself.

Ortho: Yeah. And his magic appears to be cutting off the island from the rest of the world… Even the passage of time there is under his control right now. And all the lifeforms within the barrier have been cast into a deep sleep.

Chief: …That déjà vu I was feeling earlier when I saw the island covered in black thorns… Now I get it. This spell bears a striking resemblance to the legends of the Thorn Fairy. I remember seeing illustrations of her powers in old literature. It makes sense to me, seeing as a fae was the one who cast the spell…. And since he’s descended from the Draconia family and all.

Head Engineer: Everything within that energy field is under his magic’s control…. “Domain Control”… It’s an ancient form of magic, where you can alter everything within the domain of your magic at will.

Chief: The fae have governed over the changes of the seasons and the upheavals in the planet’s crust ever since the age of myths. I’d heard that even now they utilize magic that’s connected to the planet, but this is…. This is beyond anything I could’ve imagined. For him to cast a spell of this scope…. There’s no doubt he must’ve overblotted in the process.

Ortho: My internal cameras only recorded up to the point when he activated his magic. But judging by the concentration of blot that I had detected right before my systems were shut down… There’s definitely a high possibility he’s overblotted.

Chief: And if that’s the case, we’ll just keep trying to constrain the expansion of his magical domain as much as we can. And once he burns through all his magic, then…

Head Engineer: Hold on a second. Some fae can draw in magical energy from nature around them, in addition to using their own internal magical stores. A prime example would be the fae who rule over the elements of fire and water. What if… What if Malleus also possesses such an ability?

Chief: You’re saying his spell would never be broken, and his magical domain would just continue to grow? If that’s the case, then it’s possible his domain could expand even beyond the Land of Dawning, and the whole world would eventually fall under his control…

Ortho: Oh, no. Don’t tell me…. That’s why he’s been slowly expanding his domain, little by little….?

Everyone: ………

Head Engineer: We working with way too little information right now….. Let’s contact Briar Valley and ask if they can provide us more data on Malleus Draconia.

Chief: I heard that the previous head of the family, Aidne Shroud, had a lot of difficulties when communicating with the Valley, but…. We’ll give it a shot. And we can’t just sit around waiting for them to respond. In the meantime, we need to work on rescuing the islanders.

Head Engineer: Top priority will be to figure out that energy field and try to find a way to force the spell to be broken, then.

Chief: But everything within Malleus’s magical domain is under his control, right? I fear it won’t be possible to even send the Charon inside.

Head Engineer: And that’s why we need to hurry and come up with something that can break through that energy field!

Chief: But even if you’re able to create such a device…. We have no idea what will happen once they enter his domain. The AI we have equipped in the powered armor that’s onsite has a hard time making ad hoc decisions. There’s no telling if they’ll be able to bring back any helpful data for us to analyze…

Head Engineer: That said, it’s way too dangerous to send in manned units. I’ll try asking the AI engineers if they can provide an upgrade for us, but…. Oooh, if only big bro were here right now!

Ortho: You guys should send me in.

Chief / Head Engineer: What!?

Ortho: As we speak, I’m the most advanced form of autonomous AI in the world. I’ll be able to accurately assess the situation and bring back the data you guys need. I know Malleus-san is an incredible fae who’s able to use disaster-level magic, but… I exist outside the realm of “Nature” that fae are able to interfere with. I’m a product of science that was created by man - by my genius big brother. My magical reactor plays the role of my gear’s heart, and as long it doesn’t shut down, then even Malleus Draconia-san’s magic won’t be able to overwrite my *program. As proof of that, just consider how I was able to escape from the barrier. Don’t you guys agree? But the gear I’ve got right now won’t operate within that energy field. So that’s why I’d like you to make me some new gear, mom. Gear I can use even inside Malleus-san’s domain!

Head Engineer: That’s way too dangerous! We haven’t even finished analyzing the composition of the energy field yet. Even if you’re able to get in, we have no idea if you’ll be able to come back again. And if your core gets destroyed before you’re able to transfer all your data, then you’ll…..!

Ortho: Huh, what’s going on? The reception out here’s getting bad…. Uh-oh, the satellite is passing into the planet’s shadow!

Head Engineer: What!? Now you hold on just a second, Or-kun!! We aren’t done talking yet!

Ortho: I’ll segment my configuration data and start sending it over to Styx in packets. I won’t be able to talk with you guys for a while, but… If you guys haven’t started making something for me by the time I come home… Me and “Cerberus” will see to it that all the sprinklers on the Island of Woe can’t be turned off. Okay, bye-bye!

(Ortho departs)

Chief: Ortho, wait!

Head Engineer: Or-kun! Geez! You’re going to be sorry, young man!

Styx Technician B: Audio communication has been blocked. Now downloading ORTHO’s configuration data from the communications satellite. Estimated time of completion…. 48 hours.

Chief: 48 hours, huh…. What do you think we should do, Head Engineer….? Huh? Head Engineer?

Styx Technician C: If you’re looking for the Head Engineer, she already left.

Styx Technician A: Staff from all technology development related departments are to report to Meeting Room 4 for a mandatory meeting.

Chief: *Sigh* Why are geniuses always like this…. Alright, then let’s go ahead and get started with whatever us average joes can do.

*He is saying “program” out loud and “consciousness” in the text.

Episode 7-49

(48 hours later)

(beep beep beep)

System Narrator: The download of ORTHO’s configuration data from the experimental communications satellite is now complete. Now initiating program recompilation. 48%....... 85%..... Complete.

Ortho: Aaah, I fiiiiinally made it back! Still feels like my data’s all jumbled up, though. The current time is 5 AM. I wonder what’s been going on with Sage’s Island? Big brother is…

Chief: …….Are you back, Ortho?

(The chief pops up from underneath the table)

Ortho: Uwaah! Dad, you scared me! You just crawled out from underneath the operator’s desk all of a sudden… What were you doing down there?

Chief: Our work has been going on and on and on, so I’ve just been staying overnight here at Styx HQ. I’m about to hop on a transport plane and head over to the temporary disaster response headquarters that’s been set up in the Land of Dawning.

Ortho: Have there been any changes in the situation while I’ve been uploading my data for the past 48 hours?

Chief: Styx was able to obtain assistance from the Magical Force and from Briar Valley’s royal family, and we tried getting through the energy field that Malleus Draconia created, but…. Neither our tech nor our magic made even the slightest dent. Whenever any humans or fae get too close to it, they get entangled in the thorns that cover the island and pulled into the energy field. We’ve got a wall of magical barriers setup around the island to try and prevent the domain from encroaching further into the sea…. But we haven’t been able to stop it completely. Even as we speak, it’s slowly continuing to expand. Sage’s Island is located quite far from the mainland, so we’ve avoided any extensive damage so far, but…. It’s only a matter of time, I fear.

Ortho: And what’s mom been up to?

Chief: She’s been holed up in Lab 1 the entire time.

Ortho: Does that mean she’s…

Head Engineer: You wait right there, Or-kun!! How many times has mama told you that you need to listen to people until they’re finished speaking! And you even had the nerve to threaten your own parents! You bad boy!

Ortho: Uhhhh… I’m really sorry.

Head Engineer: If you weren’t just floating around as a hologram right now you would’ve earned yourself quite the spanking, young man! But I’m proud of you for apologizing like you’re supposed to. Never forget: Honesty is the best policy! ……. It’s wonderful to have you back with us, and I’m so glad you made it safe and sound. Welcome home, Ortho.

Ortho: ….Yeah. I’m home.

Head Engineer: Alright. I’m ready if you are.

Ortho: Huh? Wait, so did you…

Head Engineer: Of course I did. I didn’t want you going and drenching the whole island with the sprinkler system, after all. Please come with me to the mainframe in Lab 1.

Episode 7-50

(Technology Development Department Lab 1)

Ortho: This is…!

Head Engineer: Anti-magical disaster gear, to be used in battle within magic domains. It’s specialized to defend against the system degradation caused by the domain. We named it…. “Cerberus Gear”!

Ortho: Woah…. And you made this in only 48 hours?

Chief: …Yes, and all the staff in the tech development department stayed up all night working on it.

Ortho: Now that you mention it, there’s a bunch of staff members lying down on the lab floor.

Head Engineer: Thank goodness the blueprints for your gear were stored on Idy-kun’s computer. All we ended up having to do was manufacture some supplementary special equipment and we were done. Without those blueprints, we wouldn’t have made it in time.

Ortho: No way! Mom, you hacked the ultra strong security system on big brother's computer!?

Head Engineer: Well, I didn’t have a choice! This is an emergency! And I didn’t look through any of the hidden folders he has password protected so it’s fine! ….We’ll just keep this a secret from big bro, okay?

Ortho: He’ll probably figure it out as soon as he sees this gear…..

Chief: Ahem! …Head Engineer, let’s wrap up the personal talk for now, and get back to work.

Head Engineer: Ah, my apologies. Then we’ll go ahead and get started with transferring ORTHO’s AI data into the new gear.

Head Engineer: How does it feel, Or-kun?

Ortho: It’s astounding, the way the energy is circulating throughout my body… It feels… Totally awesome!!

Head Engineer: Right!? Isn’t it super cool!? Mama thought you’d also look good in this kind of super sharp gear.

Ortho: Now that you mention it, the way this armor is styled is kinda different from how big brother normally designs my gear.

Head Engineer: Oh, if only I had more time. I could’ve made the area around the heat exhaust more compact… Everybody at Styx really put their heart into this. …Ahem. Now then… We’ll discuss your special mission you’ll be carrying out. You’ll be going headfirst into the magic disaster that’s taking place on Sage’s Island right now.

Ortho: Yes, ma’am!

Head Engineer: Support Droid units KB-RS01 and 02 will be accompanying you on your mission. These droids are equipped with a program adapted from the one used in the Cerberus System. They’ll help you search the island and will assist you in battle. After you breach the magic domain, that gear will operate for about twenty minutes, at most.

Ortho: Twenty minutes, huh. As long as I have at least that much time, then….!

Chief: You’re goal for this mission is not to subdue Malleus Draconia. You are to place an anchor within the domain that we can use to gather data for us to analyze, and then you are to return to headquarters immediately.

Ortho: Yes, sir!

Head Engineer: Finally, we’ll go over priority #1 in this mission.  …Listen to me well, Or-kun. You absolutely, positively, must not do anything reckless. If things get scary, if you don’t feel safe, then please, you need to fall back. You understand?

Ortho: Yeah, I understand!

Head Engineer: …Ooh, why can’t you always answer me like that. My goodness! I’m sure you already know what I’m talking about. You don’t ever listen to what mama and papa say. Why do boys have to be like this? I could have a hundred hearts, and I’d still be all frazzled at the end of the day. You really are just like your “big brothers”. Once you’ve made up your mind, there’s no stopping you.

Ortho: Mom…

Head Engineer: Come on, papa. You need to say something, too.

Chief: …Ortho. This is a really a problem that Styx and the Magical Force should be handling. There’s no need for you to go to that island and put yourself in danger. It’s okay… You really don’t have to go.

Ortho: Dad…. Thank you guys for always treating me like a real member of your family, even though I’m a humanoid. It makes me really happy. But I don’t want to see you guys lose your precious son. This is something that only I can do. And that’s why I have to go. And I will save big brother. This is my… This is “our” will.

Chief / Head Engineer: ………

Head Engineer: Or-kun, you’re one of our precious sons, too. Promise us you’ll come home safe.

Ortho: ….Okay. I promise.

Head Engineer: Good, then give us a hug. This hug will be our vow.

(Ortho and his parents hug)

Everyone: ……….

Ortho: Heh heh, now I’m fully charged and ready to go! I’ll be off now – to Sage’s Island, where big brother is waiting for me!

Part 1

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[what-even-is-thiss]

I tried out the Beyond Skyrim Bruma mod a bit. I couldn’t stay long because my wireless mouse started freaking out and lagging and I couldn’t control the camera well but I did check out what I could with an abysmal frame rate and panicking camera.

It looks very good. The new assets like the armor and ceramic dishes and whatnot look like Skyrim the game without feeling like Skyrim the region.

As far as the writing goes… eh. When critiquing it as a project that aims to feel exactly like authentic Elder Scrolls, I think the humor especially is a bit off. It’s not the worst. It’s changed some random things I don’t get. Like instead of saying “Here have a gold piece (1 gold)” when you give a coin to a beggar the dialogue option is “Here, have a coin beggar”

Characters also have very 2010s-2020s mannerisms in their speech sometimes. Several times I found myself going “A Nord would not say that” or “This reads like something from a tumblr incorrect quotes account” when I talked to NPCs.

As far as the quest structure and filler dialogue though, that feels like Skyrim. The intention and reasoning that people have and the stuff they want you to do feel like Elder Scrolls.

Most of the way I play Bethesda games involves popping in for a few hours, doing a few quests, and not revisiting my save file afterwards. That’s how I play Skyrim, Oblivion, and Morrowind and interacting with Beyond Skyrim the same way I interact with those games, eeehhhh it’s pretty good but it’s still very obviously a fan creation.

It obviously took a lot of work and the detail is there. Perhaps too much of it because my computer struggled with it even with everything on the lowest settings. I’ve got an eehhh okay 3 year old gaming laptop which does okay running vanilla or barely modded Skyrim but adding Bruma in there made it hiccup quite a bit.

I do quite look forward to seeing what else this team is working on if my computer can handle it. They’re working on several other spots in Tamriel and if they’re the same quality as Bruma I’m expecting excellent asset and dungeon design and kinda iffy writing.

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Tess' Sharpuary - 9. Portrait

It's 1938, and sleep is evading Aesop. Difficult times are coming, and he can't help being worried for his family.

chapter specific tags: small angst, anxiety, comfort

relationships: aesop sharp x reader, aesop sharp & aesop's children

a/n: today I give you - aged up and bespeckled aesop. aged like a fine wine in my opinion 😁

9. Portrait (1.1k)

tw: mentions of ww2

Aesop Sharp, former Auror, former professor, and current shop owner, slowly walked through the hallway of his own home. It was the middle of the night, and his wife slept soundly in their bed. It was very rare for him not to be in there with her, sleeping even more soundly, snoring even (though he’d deny it), all the while keeping her nice and close in his tight embrace. It was most unusual for him to be up and about when he could instead have her warm soft body to hold.

Truth be told, he’s had trouble sleeping lately. His beloved homeland was on the brink of war. Again. 

And while the new situation brought a few positive things, like his daughter Magdala coming back with her husband and children to live in England, not wanting to be separated from them for years on end once more, it brought a lot of negatives as well. Those who thought the Great War was the worst thing to have ever befallen and would ever befall England were now positively terrified. 

From what the elder wizard knew, Muggles invented and developed so many wonderful things in the past twenty years, and he was once more convinced that Muggles could achieve anything they set their minds on even without magic. This conviction was further reinforced by Evelyn, his daughter-in-law, who, despite being a Muggle, had an amazingly brilliant head on her shoulders.

On the other hand, Muggles invented some fairly terrifying things as well... If his sources were correct, nobody would be truly safe, Muggles or wizards, and Aesop was terrified for his large family. He knew the chances of anything happening to himself and his wife were fairly slim since both of them lived so far in the Scottish countryside, but he worried a lot for his two sons and their families. Theodore lived with his wife and small son in London, and Eleazar and Evie worked in their shop in Diagon Alley every day. He had no doubt that if there was a war to come, London would be a number one target for enemy pilots. 

He and his wife talked about it fairly often, after every bit of news that could be heard on the wireless. They were ready to accept their children with their families as guests if need be, they were completely prepared to keep them safe with them, and shelter them, even though all of them were grown, capable adults with their own children. They’d make it work - they could maybe try to make the rooms larger, or even make use of the magically enhanced treehouse his children would play in when they were young. They’d have to make it work, so that everyone was safe…

All these thoughts were running wild in his head as he observed the many, many, many picture frames with photographs and portraits they kept in the hallway. From ones that were now over 80 years old, such as his parents’ wedding picture, to photographs as new as a week old. 

He smiled as his eyes took in every single one of them as they had done so many times before.

Portrait photograph of him the day he became a fully-fledged Auror, smiling confidently at the camera, flashing his teeth in a grin. He and Ashley on his 28th Birthday, ounging about in the Leaky cauldron, each with a glass of Firewhisky. His own wedding photos, he and his wife looking so very happy and in love, their eyes ever so slightly red from crying out of happiness. The pictures of their children in various stages of growth. Pictures that ranged from professionally done portraits to tiny little moments forever captured in time. They were all beloved absolutely, and he and his wife had long since given up on sorting out at least a few of them. 

Because of course they couldn’t! The photo of six-year-old Maggie in their bathtub, posing with a mountain of foam upon her head was very important, a photograph like this couldn’t be just hidden away! And neither could be the photo of Aesop buried in sand by the children, only his head peeking out, or Eleazar sleeping in one of his father’s cauldrons as a toddler, or Theo reading Beedle the Bard’s stories to little Natty who was ill with a cold. All of the many photographs of their grandchildren. Such small, little moments. Almost silly.  And yet, each of them built up the mosaic that was their life, making them vital to the elder wizard. And so, instead of sorting through them, and hiding some of them away in albums, the couple started working on a spell that would allow them to put multiple photographs into each frame, in a way that would have the photograph change every once in a while. It was not yet ready, but the former professor believed they were on the right path.

His hands took hold of one of the picture frames sitting on a wooden bureau. It was one of his all time favourites. A portrait of his wife sitting on a bench in their garden, just sort of watching the birds. It was the sole and only picture she was willing to take down, but Aesop straight-up refused. It was taken in July 1897 by Aesop himself, and neither of them had any idea yet that she was carrying Magdala Dinah Sharp under her heart already. Her body, however, seemed to have known, as she had a hand on her stomach, and was smiling unconsciously. 

No, Aesop refused to take this one down.

It was, after all, the beginning of the madly large collection of pictures they had now.

In this one sole picture, Aesop knew, was the reason he had trouble sleeping. Some 50 years ago, he had no idea he’d ever have this much to lose. But he was absolutely not about to lose anyone to this horrible war. He was through with losing loved ones. With a newfound determination that brought upon a strange feeling of comfort, he pressed a small kiss to the picture, before putting it down and making his way back to his bedroom.

Noiselessly, he took off his dressing gown and haphazardly placed it over a dresser, deposited his glasses upon the nightstand, and carefully slid under the covers next to his beloved. He knew he woke her up, she’s always been a light sleeper. The woman turned towards him and laid her head upon her chest, her arms wrapping around his torso. He gratefully settled into her embrace, the warmth of her body seeping into his own sweetly, his own arm curling around her shoulders.

“Are you alright, my love?” she whispered into the dark room, not wanting to break the atmosphere of their peaceful night. “I am,” Aesop replied in kind, “and I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure that we all are.”

And with that, sleep finally claimed him.

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Thank you so much for reading! ❤

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[archivalofsins]

Gunsli as a Mikoto enjoyer you must be losing your shit now that his second trial is drawing closer and closer! You're going to avidly defend him, right?

Meanwhile

Me *carrying a large stick around the panopticon*: FUTA, MU I JUST WANT TO TALK COME OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!

Futa & Mu: We're not on trial anymore-

Me: The phones...

Them: Huh?

Me: WHOSE FUCKING PHONES ARE THESE?!

Them: ?!

Me:

Well?! Any answers?

Mu: You already did this with me during my trial?!

Yeah, it wasn't really about you it was just for the bit-

So, huh Futa?! Huh whose phone, is it?! Because I know this isn't your phone for several reasons!

So, let's run this down from the beginning-

Question 1

Which cellphone is Futa's?

Sorry, to disappoint but in the battle between iPhone and Android Futa is firmly on the side of Android.

This is made abundantly clear by the fact that unlike Yuno who owns wireless earbuds, Futa's owns wired ones. Something not supported on Apple devices since 2016.

So, why did someone who owns an android phone have what appears to be an Apple charger plugged into his laptop near that flash drive? Well chances are he hooked up that iPhone to his computer to get some information off the phone, erase that information, then move it from his laptop to that flash drive.

We also know this iPhone isn't Futa's because he displays the UI of his actual phone while looking through the color inverted version of twitter-

At which point we can see his UI is completely different from the phone we see breaking at the end of Bring It On.

Futa's phone is also put on full display at the beginning of Bring It On and in other instances showing multiple physical discrepancies between it and the phone that breaks at the end.

From camera placement to general make of the phone and the brightness on the red of the phone case. All things that have remained consistent over the course of Milgram. Making it more apparent which phone is his.

Question two,

Why would Futa take someone else's phone and what information could he need?

He states what he needs and what he's using the phone for at the beginning of Bring It On,

"Found one…! Countdown till I make you say sorry. Let’s go! A victory march! Dan-Da-Dan. Eat this! Don’t act like you have no idea! We won’t forgive you. You’re the crazy one! Ban-Ba-Bang." - "All evil hypocrites should disappear. I won’t stop until you say “sorry”. Now let’s begin to hunt down the liars."

He's using it to get information on the people involved in the incident and track them down.

The rest of the members of the party he was working with for a time. That ended up putting all the blame for that incident on him. This is probably why he's not hanging out with them when he goes to the arcade and is instead watching from a distance.

Using the situation to get rid of two people at once since the hat girl was possibly involved with the group as well hence the line,

"Flames closing in, are both sides losers?"

"Fuck it! You won’t be forgiven; it was stupid licking each other’s wounds." - "You can’t escape, how do you like the taste of punishment." - "You gotta be kidding, I’m an undead hero!"

I've already speculated that Futa's murder was the result of him reacting to the outcome of the hat girl situation and that Futa and this other victim were a part of the same group before.

(I have made way too many posts on Futa: X, X, X, X, X, X, X and many more. Back to the topic at hand though.)

However, the hat girl could have been uninvolved with the group as well. Yet, taking into consideration the very targeted and extreme harassment the group is depicted doing in Backdraft while Futa is looking on in shock and terror I think it's hard for me to not consider this being personal in some way.

That display perfectly calls back to these lines of Futa's in Bring It On,

"I won’t stop until you say “sorry”." - "Now, let’s be reasonable. We are the ones that blow the horn for justice. We will punish you down, this is a warning."

Futa has made it abundantly clear he only does this until the other party apologizes or backs down. Something the hat girl was already doing while the others continued to attack her anyway.

In Backdraft, Futa also spray paints the ones who did this in black as they were doing it. Then we see their tags on the image of the victims have been spray painted over on the wall with black as well once it cuts to the girl.

Black is used as the color to highlight the words on Futa's second trial CD as well,

I believe this color is being used to highlight Futa's version of justice. Just as he says in the voice drama that Es and him are no different, both simply stating that something was bad and things going out of control.

Adding to this Es (and the audiences) judgement of Futa is represented with the same color at the end. As if visually stating the judgement the audience gave to Futa should actually be given to these people instead and reiterating the little difference Futa sees between what he did and what Es and the audience is doing now.

Backdraft even going as far as to have the eyes behind Es be the same color as the spray paint, the people in the group are portrayed using to harass that girl. Making it seem as though by punishing Futa we're supporting the people who did this instead of the other way around.

This makes Futa's question of,

"Should I succumb, make your wish come true?"

Come off as though he's not only speaking about Milgram (Es, and the audience), but the others involved in the harassment of that girl who may have begun doing the same to Futa hoping he'd react in a similar way to their previous victim.

Something alluded to through this image and messages at the end of Bring It On.

QRT Storm Pazuzu　（＝Futa）            I think I’ve got all her details now. Based on her previous tweets I’ve worked out her school. The fact she lives so close is hilarious lol Judgement☨Onizuka You’re the worst offender of all.

"Full of yourselves, are you?" - "Bye bye idiots and devils with the faces of angels." - "You gotta be kidding! I’m the real hero!" - "You gotta be kidding, I’m an undead hero!" - "You’re the crazy one! Ban-Ba-Bang!"

Also we see in Bring It On through Futa's inverted colored phone screen that his icon looks like blue fire or mirrors JudgementOnizuka's normal colored one and vice versa. Implying some sort of connection between the two of them.

It's also telling that Futa is represented by fire and Onizuka water especially given the repeated line of,

"Can't douse this fire."

Within Backdraft.

The lyrics,

"Don’t get cocky, you in that cypher!"- "Holler-holler from safety, so worthless."

These lines can not only refer to the audience or Es but the people he used to hang out with or individuals getting overzealous/too confident with their harassment online. Something the group he used to be in did.

Backdraft also shows off Futa's willingness to just fight head-to-head about it through the line.

"The fight’s up here! Come up to the ring and face me!"

"You won’t be forgiven, a coward, never!"

Question 3

How did he get the phone? Whose is it?

"Are both sides losers?" - "The fact she lives so close is hilarious lol."

It's more than likely the hat girl's phone. Just like the phone we see get smashed in After Pain appears to have belonged to Mu's victim and former friend. Once again, making this another way Futa and Mu parallel each other and why they were paired up.

If the hat girl were also in the group or followers of these people before she began getting harassed, Futa would have an easier time looking over, keeping up with, and figuring out who was responsible for the harassment. That is if he did get her phone after she died.

It would also be similar to how Mu's victim seems to have been involved with Mu or the friend group Mu was in before she passed away as well. However, the phone could belong to Futa's actual victim then when we see it falling to the ground and breaking in Bring It On could be during the altercation portrayed in Undercover.

One thing is for sure Futa and Mu both use breaking phones as imagery for silencing others-

That and they both have a very firm grasp of framing.

Futa would still be able to look over old interactions he was in from his own phone. So, like with Mu in After Pain and It's Not My Fault there may be some playing around with time. In fact, I think there may be playing around with time present in all the prisoner's music videos that becomes more overt depending on the prisoner's personality.

In Futa's case, this is probably why the interactions on his own phone have those inverted colors while the interactions on the one we see break later does not. This coloring choice could denote that these interactions happened before what we are witnessing now. You know how flash backs are usually put in grey or muted colors.

Just as it's implied through After Pain that the messages on Mu's phone happened before her bullying. Futa just goes about displaying this in a vaguer manner.

There are also these things from Bring It On as well that I covered elsewhere before, but I believe it was in reply to someone else's post or something because I can't find it in my archive.

These read,

WARNING [FUTA'S TWITTER ICON] "CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED]! YOU BROUGHT JUSTICE TO THE WORLD!!! CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED]? YOU BROUGHT JUSTICE TO THE WORLD???" WARNING [FUTA'S TWITTER ICON] CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED] YOU BROUGHT [REDACTED] TO THE WORLD!!! CONGRATULATIONS [REDACTED]? YOUR BROUGHT [REDACTED] TO THE WORLD???

I also mentioned this before with this but again can't find it but on the map during the final fight we can see Futa's indicator moving away while appearing to spawn back in.

Also the D in world is styled after his twitter icon-

And at the beginning of Bring It On his phone switches between the Bring It On screen and his twitter feed each time the video glitches before he heads out-

So, yeah- Some credit for all the work Futa did trial one trying to cover up the truth is long overdue.

Whelp that's it. Fuck you Futa for pulling one over on me though really thought that was his phone he dropped.

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama

[rraaaannnn]

Police assistant

"Hanni, if you keep laughing, I'll kick your ass."

You said it while focusing on the security camera

''Sorry-it's just soorry''

Hanni continues to laugh as she wipes her tears

Today was your shift in one of the small guard branches, now Hanni is sitting next to you on her chair and getting close to you and the screen

"Let me see the video again, please."

Her voice was still shaky from laughter

"Seriously, I'm going to kick you."

''My boss, I'm sorry, but the way it fell into the trash can makes me cry with laughter."

''You're really silly''

You said it while noticing something walking on the screen so Hanni continued laughing without worrying about anything else

''Wait Hanni, look at this…''

“My boss, please let me film, the moment you fall into the trash, your clip will go global.”

I started focusing more on the screen

“Stop messing around and look at this…”

"My boss, are you trying to change the subject?"

"I don't know why I always have to deal with you… Take this and tell me if you see something on the screen."

I took the cordless phone from the table and threw it on her lap as you walked outside

You turned on your flashlight and started walking towards the netting and the tall grass

The sound of crickets while you feel something moving

You began to cautiously approach the tall grass

Something strange hits your face while itching. You cursed from fear.you have tried to remedy the situation. The scout fell and the wireless fell. Finally,you managed to grab that thing by force and push it away from your face.

To see a raccoon trying to escape from your grasp

"There's no need to scratch my face, buddy."

You tried to grab him from his back, then you approached the fence door and put him outside the fence. Now you feel your face in a little pain

Now here's a light shining on your face

''Damn my eyes!''

Now you hide your face with your hands

“My boss, is that you?”

Hanni asked worriedly

''Hanni, put the damn flashlight off my eyes!''

''oh-''

Hanni changed direction

''Hanni, didn't I tell you to watch the screen and tell me if there's anything wrong?''

You said it in a scolding tone while trying to clean your face

"I'm sorry, I was looking at your clip, boss."

''You are really unreasonable''

You started collecting your fallen things

Then walk to the guard room again

You sat tiredly in your chair while Hanni is now carrying her first aid kit and approaching you

"I'm fine without it, as if I'm going to make you put this sanitizer on my face to burn."

"My boss, we have to sterilize your wounds."

''Get out of my face Hanni''

You were still closing your eyes while feeling your body being heavy when you opened your eyes and saw Hanni's face close to you

She sits on your leg

"Sorry, boss, but I won't leave your face until I clean it up."

''what do you think-''

You fell silent when Hanni put her finger to your mouth to stop you from speaking

"Don't worry, I will kiss you so you can forget the sting of the sterilizer."

Hanni started by applying cotton to your face while sitting on your leg

After each wound, you sterilize it and put a kiss in its place. Now your face is covered with lipstick

"Look boss, it's over. We sterilized your wounds."

''Hanni thank yourself for being cute, 'cause I almost killed you''

“Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to kiss the wound near your lips.”

Hanni leaned back into your face, then lingered for the last kiss next to your lip, then raised her head

“Do I have to cut my lips to make you kiss them?”

Hanni laughed lightly

"It's okay, I can kiss your lip without putting sanitizer on it."

You completed your shift with her annoying laugh

Although Hanni is your annoying assistant, you love the interactions that you have in your work with her

…

#hanni x reader #hanni imagines #newjeans x reader #newjeans #newjeans imagines

[iraprince]

Hoya I'm currently saving up for a tablet aswell, because I'm drawing on my school's ipad that I have kept well past the due date, but have to give back now that I'm moving out of my boarding school that I'm sponsored to be in, and i wanted to ask for tips/recommendations what to get, because I have literally no money, and am scared to blow it on a tablet that sucks or something

advice on what to get can vary, but i am VERY opinionated on what not to get: fuck wacom lol. this from someone who's been on an intuos pro for years, but while they at least have longevity going for them, mine has had constant driver issues and a major hardware failing -- years ago the port for connecting it to the comp AND FOR CHARGING IT via usb failed for no reason, which is apparently a common issue for my model, so for years i have been forced to 1. only use it via wireless connection, which makes the driver fussiness WORSE and 2. buy a separate universal camera battery charger, bc w the port failing that was the only way to charge the thing. wacoms are fucking EXPENSIVE, and they're lovely to draw on, but imo for the price they should be massaging my balls as a bonus, not breaking constantly and making me tear my hair out. they are just not worth it unless you have the cash to burn and you're a HUUUUUUGE stickler on all the really technical stuff.

rant aside. i have heard nothing but lovely things about huion, which is why it's what i'm switching to now; here and there i've seen ppl say the drivers can be fussy on mac, but it doesn't seem like a dealbreaker. huions are also pretty damn affordable if you're looking at a standard tablet rather than a screen one.

if a huion is outside your budget, i think i can recommend a monoprice -- my first tablet ever was a tiny wacom bamboo, but my first "serious" tablet that i used constantly/daily was a monoprice. it was dirt cheap and it worked absolutely fine and it lasted me for ages. i haven't used one in a very long time, so i can't speak to if the quality is the same as when i used one, but i always think fondly of the one i had. i remember the first-time driver setup being awful, but once it got working i don't remember ever having issues with it again.

in terms of just general tips: get the biggest one you can afford. it's better for your wrist, and even though it's scary to invest in something when you're not sure you'll like it, it's usually worse to pay for something crappy that you'll end up wanting to replace eventually anyway. even when i've had really cramped workspaces or no real workspace at all, i've never found that the compact-ness of a tiny tablet has made up for how ergonomically shit it is to draw on one; i would rather awkwardly wrangle a slightly-too-big tablet any day.

good luck, i hope this is helpful!

[addaxbones]

OK I have been seeing some people talk about content creators minecraft setups and I feel like I have to include mine.

So firstly keybinds

wasd is normal r is switch camera z is drop item caps lock is sprint (this is why I text in all caps by accident sometimes) . opens the command text q I use for modded abilities mouse buttons for hotbar slots 8 and 9 c is optifine zoom and other modded abilities

Secondly, let me explain my first streaming set up

not sure if I've really explained this on stream but I started with just a laptop but I only ever streamed when my mom was asleep so, after she went to bed at like 10pm ish I would haul my laptop, mouse, mic that was just on the desk, (eventually a drawing tablet I use as a second monitor) and cords in my arms down to the basement where I had like a second room for myself right. Now before I had a second monitor I would steal my mom's monitor from her home office, unplug it from her computer and carry that into my room with me and set everything up, every time and take it apart and put my moms monitor back every time. To be fair I would haul that computer back and forth a lot as I worked on school at the time (covid) in the basement and brought it back to my room after. I don't think my mom ever caught me doing this and I also think the cars stream was done with this set up plus my switch and capture card thrown in there for more wires.

Anyway I have since built my own computer, have 3 monitors, a mic stand, wireless mouse and headphones and I don't have to set up an entire computer station every time I stream.

#I did also kinda use this set up when i have streamed from my uncles house while I was house sitting a couple times but anyway #just thought that was funny #this was like 3 years ago now wow #also a lot of my keybinds are bcause my hands can't reach normal keys #you can't bully me that bad

[workingdownthewordmine]

Love Thy Neighbour - Chapter 1 Behind Closed Doors

Set adrift by his own choosing, Bucky goes home to the abandoned apartment he grew up in, but perhaps it isn't as abandoned as he first thought.

Read it on AO3 here.

Chapter 2

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes Rating: T CW: blood, threat Prompts filled: Fandom-Free Bingo Frosty Edition (card 1): Cuddling to stay warm @fandom-free-bingo Fandom-Free Bingo Flight Edition: Anonymous gifts Fluffbruary: Day 2 - Scent, Day 16 - Neighbour @fluffbruary Seasonal Delights Language of Flowers: Calla lily @seasonaldelightsbingo Multifandom-Flash Round 1: A scar to remember @multifandom-flash

Dividers by @cafekitsune

“The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people.” 

G.K. Chesterton 

Bucky came and went via the fire escape that he’d carefully mangled on his second night back there, a relic of his childhood now inaccessible to anyone who couldn’t bend cast iron or jump 6ft straight up. Didn’t account for at least half of the people he actually knew, sure, including the guy he’d most often climbed it with, but seemed effective so far at keeping out random squatters. Not real charitable, he guessed, locking down an entire apartment building to himself somewhere so many people lacked even a roof to call shelter but he never signed up for them to be his problem. And he liked not being disturbed. Other things he liked included not thinking too hard about some of the stranger aspects of the building he was once again calling home. In spite of the housing shortage, he guessed it might not be so weird that no one had gotten round to tearing the place down in all these years, and to judge by the disintegrating newspapers he’d found tacked up as draft excluders the building hadn’t been inhabited since the 80s. But why was the gas still connected? No electricity, far as he could tell without knocking more holes in the walls than he thought the place could take without crumbling, but the water was still running.

Those mysteries had come clearer after he found the first camera. It had been pretty well camouflaged by a dense cobweb that looked dyed black by half a century of city smog – fuck knew how the asshole had managed that. He’d never have spotted it if he hadn’t caught the whine of tiny servos or something when he passed it. He’d panicked, smashed the thing, torn around the building searching for more. As he bore down on the third, it spoke to him. “Hey Terminator, point’s taken. Quit breaking my stuff. Drop the others in the mailbox and I’ll have them picked up.” He had dropped them in the mailbox. But he’d taken a certain joy in crushing them as small as he could before he did so. Oops. Sorry, Stark. It made him itchy for a while to think of Stark having anything to do with his habitation – hadn’t he turned down a space at the compound because he wanted out of barracks controlled by someone else? But, fuck it, if the nerd had nothing better to do with his billions than pay Bucky’s bills he might as well let him. And now he was back, he didn’t fancy leaving. 

This last week his resolve was being tested. It had started with the smell. He knew the odours of sweat and blood well enough, and he knew that neither had been coming from the back apartment when he left for work. He’d been back there, of course, on his initial homecoming perimeter check and again on his hunt for Stark’s bugs. The place had been as deserted as the rest of the building, inhabited by nothing more sinister than rats, roaches, and a few pigeons. He needed to check again. He also needed to stop and fucking think. He was half way over the sill before he remembered it had taken an hour’s scrubbing for him to get more than a bit of half-assed light through his own apartment’s grimy windows. From the outside? No chance. It would have to be the hallway. 

With the generator humming and the wireless playing (somehow even now he struggled to think of it as the digital gadget it was), giving all the impression that he was still in his own apartment, he edged out into the hall. He winced at the minute change in the air pressure when he opened the door. But the only people likely to drop-by unannounced who would notice something like that would either have taken more care with their smell or would have said hi. Unless it was deliberate bait. Ten feet to the next door. A longer step over the cracked floorboard that had groaned ominously the first time he’d crossed it.  

The smell of the intruder grew stronger as he approached the door. The ancient lock hadn’t given him much difficulty when he took his original look around but the door was heavy and he shifted it with care. He wished he’d thought to oil the hinges, or pulled the door right off them. Aging lino crackled silently beneath his feet. His own heartbeat filled his ears and gradually he remembered how to breathe and move, even blink, in time with it, aligning the sounds he made so anything that fell outside the rhythm would instantly draw his attention. He remained alone with the soundtrack of his own body.  

He knew he was just short of silent as he passed from room to room, every sense trained for the least disturbance... so when the affronted pigeon erupted from behind the bathroom door raising a fetid cloud of feathers and dust, it took him effort not to swallow his own tongue. He tried to inhale as little as possible of the heavily pigeon-laced air while he let his heartrate settle and watched the bird panic at the narrow window until it finally burst out into the gathering evening gloom. The bird’s distress must have been audible to anyone else in the otherwise silent apartment but nothing and no-one stirred. He lowered his guard a degree as he made his way around the few other rooms. His search was thorough, every cupboard opened, the sparse remains of furniture eased away from the walls. No one.  

The thought that it might have been his imagination haunted him from hall to kitchen. He shook the hair from his eyes and touched a cold wrist to his forehead, trying to remember exactly. The smell lingering in the hall. He was sure. Wasn’t he? He shivered. But the air in here felt disturbed, didn’t it? By more than a pigeon and his own cat-like steps? There was a taint on the air – garbage? He crossed, moving more quickly now, to the window that overlooked the alley and its tideless sea of detritus. The smell hit him harder as he stepped into the cold air that hung in front of the window. The glass was uncracked and no draft would be creeping around that deeply dirt-caked frame. He tested the sash. Grime and old paint wouldn’t resist him but it might hold out longer than the decrepit frame. A little more pressure. He hissed between his teeth when the window rose, barely sticking or rattling in its grooves.  

He was crouched below the sill before conscious thought could catch up. 

Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Dumbass.  

How long had he been stood in full view of any of half a dozen rooftops and twice as many windows? Long enough for a whole squad of snipers to take their shots. Again he let his pulse regulate and raised his head a fraction. No one had shot. And as thorough a survey as he could make of the surrounding area, stopping to scrutinise every spot he would have selected for his own firing position, showed him nothing suspicious – not a movement or a shadow out of place. Nothing, in fact, to cause him concern. Until he drew his gaze back into the room, and down over the smear of blood on the peeling paper below the windowsill. He sank down. A knee had brushed the wall as the other leg lifted to the sill. And, yes, now he could see the pattern of new chips in the old paint where a foot had braced. He returned to the blood. A fair stain. The size of his palm. A significant wound, but not enough to keep the victim from climbing or to force them to staunch the blood with a hand. He gave the window another look as he closed it. No trace of a bloody fingerprint. 

Bucky returned to his own apartment troubled. He could nail up the windows as he’d done downstairs. He had enough supplies for that, sure. From his seat where Winnie Barnes’ spotless kitchen table had once stood, he glanced at the stack of salvaged wood in his mom’s bedroom. She’d be spinning in her grave if he didn’t get it cleared out of there soon. And with a bit more work he could probably make the windows virtually unreachable by climbing too.  

He picked up the M38 that stood on its stock beside him and began checking it over again. The thing was... He found himself picturing the boarded up back apartment – dark and silent rooms in which his neighbours had once laughed and rowed and rushed to get out the door for work. The thing was... that, if he forced whoever had gone to the trouble to climb into the second floor of his building to move off permanently, they were unlikely to lose interest. He would either have to hunt them down – so much for the quiet life – or he would be waiting for a bullet through the head or worse until they made themselves known one way or another. That didn’t exactly sound like a peaceful retirement either, did it? And the thing was... he’d felt his heart beating back there.  

Whatever he did about apartment 4, he wasn’t as safe in here as he’d let himself believe for a while. That needed fixing tonight.  

This was his last stop, rucksack already bulging. He heaped the coils of fishing line and bungee cords on the clerk’s desk. The guy’s eyebrows rose when Bucky dropped a couple of handfuls of personal attack alarms on top of the pile. “Stocking fillers. For my self-defence class,” he offered. His cheeks heated a little when the man glanced at the glossy and explicit calendar behind his shoulder which read “February” without offering the least apology for the embarrassment caused. Bucky followed its example and stared blankly, defying contradiction.  

Supplies secured, he disregarded his fire escape and entered by his bedroom window, hauling his way up by the well-concealed handholds he’d made on his way out, scooping out lines of mortar with Vibranium fingertips. He paused on the windowsill to delicately pluck the rudimentary tripwire free and by-pass the edged weaponry that would otherwise have made a spirited attempt to ruin his good looks. He’d considered using a few grenades, but decided it wouldn’t be worth the clean-up. He had enough structural damage to repair around the building as it was. He did a quick round of the other possible entrances, but all were untouched, their makeshift defences untriggered. Finally, he wormed his way up inside the crumbling wall cavity to retrieve one or two personal items he hadn’t been able to leave on display to any sightseer or would-be hit squad but could also not carry freely around Brooklyn, his rifle chief amongst them. He’d read a couple of Stark’s James Bond novels when he’d been insufferably bored in the Tower. Why did that guy’s weapons all fit up a sleeve or his ass or something? When his requisitions came through the British civil service? Stark, SHIELD, and Hydra should all be fucking embarrassed to be lagging so far behind.  

With the limited supplies he’d had on hand, protecting his personal domain had taken precedence. Once he’d made a more professional job of his fortifications, he loaded up some materials and headed back into the corridor. And stopped.  

Something was on the floor outside of number four. Something whose colour and life stood out in the dingy shadows. He went closer and looked down at the leafy plant in its bright striped pot, its three white trumpet-like flowers gazing right back at him. Surely, only a lunatic or a child could like a combination of sunflower yellow, electric blue, and that alarmingly neon pink? A folded paper dropped as he picked up the plant. The handwriting inside was almost as childish as the colour scheme, printed in biro comfortably rounded and neat – something about it made Bucky momentarily picture the writer’s tongue poking out between their teeth as they worked. 

“Hey neighbour, sorry if I bothered you this afternoon. 

Got you a housewarming present as an apology. Hope you like it!” 

It was unsigned, though they’d made no apparent attempt to disguise their handwriting. He glared at the door. It hung slightly askew, and would do – of course – until he was done with the repairs to his own place and made a start on the rest of the apartments. Well, if he was honest with himself, he’d have to get started on his own apartment first of all. Nothing stirred beyond the door. He tucked the note back into the pot and went thoughtfully back up the corridor. He found the plant a spot by a window and stood staring at it for a full minute, waiting for an explosion or maybe some kind of toxic spore cloud – though maybe the latter was kind of cartoonish even for his usual enemies. The plant did nothing sinister. Its dark glossy leaves shone slightly in the light of the sunset.  

Bucky took his M38 up to the roof with him that evening and stayed low for a few minutes, circling in a crouch and checking out his surroundings, but in the end the distant roar of the city lulled him just as it always had. On his third circuit, he touched his fingertips to the chimney stack where he and Steve had scraped their initials, taking turns with Bucky’s new penknife. Smog and pigeons had done their best to obliterate the deep, angular “JBB” and the lighter, neater “SGR”, but Bucky had done his best to restore them the first time he’d come back up here. They’d huddled together against the stack for warmth, watching the stars and hoping Stevie’s dad wouldn’t turn up to drag him home this time, Bucky’s arm usually wrapped round his best friend’s skinny shoulders to stop him shivering. 

He’d dismantled the lower part of the fire escape after his search for the intruder but when it came time to remove their old route to temporary freedom... no, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Fuck it, anyway – anyone determined enough to get onto his roof, with no way to cover the first twenty feet, wouldn’t be put off by a little thing like a missing fire escape. So, he wondered as he settled down with his back to the long-cold chimney and let his gaze wander out over the Hudson, who would got to so much trouble to infiltrate his safe house, just to leave a smear of blood and a goddamn house plant? “Neighbour”? If they were a local, why had he never had any inkling of someone interested in the place? He’d been vigilant enough. Passers-by mostly treated the condemned and wire-fenced pile as though it wasn’t even there. Like it was as invisible to them as it was irrelevant. Just a relic. Hah. A ghost story.  

A last glimpse of the sunset flashed off his fingers. He rolled his shoulders and hissed between his teeth. It was bad tonight, but he would have to do without the pills. If there was still someone prowling around he wouldn’t risk being caught sleeping too deeply. He eased his left shoulder; knotted scar tissue stretched like exposed sinew, raw as a live wire. No, he wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. No fear on that score. He tapped his knuckles against the wall and knocked free a triangle of cement. He bounced it on his palm. He and Steve had thrown so many of these it was a wonder there was any building left. Steve’s had almost always fallen short of any mark he chose, of course, though Buck had sworn blind he’d seen them hit more than once when his buddy’s spirits needed a lift. Hundreds had dropped into the alley below, sometimes raising angry shouts that sent them laughing into cover before anyone could spot their faces silhouetted overhead. The fragment exploded into dust against a raised air vent three buildings over and Bucky grinned to himself as he swung over the edge of the roof and returned home.

For @heretherebewolves, my inspiration.

#written by Bug #actual writing #fanfiction #fandom: marvel #Bucky Barnes #Rating: T #fandomfreebingo #seasonaldelightsbingo #languageofflowersbingo #fluffbruary #multifandomflash #round 1 #day 2 Engagement/Scent/Jam #day 16 Neighbour/Desire/Horse

[artichokefunction]

the agent walks up to the kitchen staffs door, and it holds its wrist up to the ID scanner. it is let inside, no problem. that chip in its organic arm is one of the few actual wireless pieces of tech it has installed onboard, because those chips are easy to write to and easy to erase and are a very non-obtrusive system. can't hack someone through their ID, and those are so easy to fake. you don't really know why they're still in such common use. makes your job easier, you suppose. the kitchen staff work around the agent, and the agent slips through them.

it gets weird looks, they know they're in some danger, but no one ends up hurt. it stresses you out, a little bit, to see your agent around civilians. you dont really know why. or, well, you know what it can do. you don't know what it won't do. it's impossible to test for the absence of an occurrence. that's not the phrase. it's impossible to prove that something will never happen. that's it. no wait, that doesn't sound right either. whatever. you are not afraid of the agent, it is your friend. these random civilians are not it's friends. as far as you know. but it is polite, as far as you can tell, as it moves through the crowded kitchen. you check that it has access to the latest version of your little map of this building, and it does. and then it proves that it does because it goes the long way around and takes the door that leads to the staff hallways, and not the fancy ass dining area. it's following the route it needs to, no issue. tiny issue. it needs to get through two locked doors. issue so small it is microscopic, because all these locks are ID activated. lol. you scrape the biometric data you need from the security network, and update it's chip. and it's let through without issue. no wait. a little warning popup about how one person apparently went through one door twice in one direction. valid concern. you delete the warning. lol. the agent makes it to the room without issue.

inside of the room is a slender young man with short, greasy hair and a jumpy air to him. the agent startles him a lot by just popping up silently in the corner of his office. this is the client, and not the target. your view from the agents visor keeps wandering, because it's a bit bored. the client, Petra, asks you a question, out loud. well, he asks the agent a question, but it's not really listening. you respond via text, same channel that he hired you on.

"So. You're... agent Mandible?"

the codename you're currently using. [yes yes. where is the target? thought there was a job to do.]

you do not need to be this rude, but also it's kinda fun, watching the fear on his face, watching him puzzle the pieces together entirely incorrectly, because he whispers "Ah, so you're a robot..." under his breath in a way he thinks you won't hear. lol? even if one of you was a robot, you would be able to hear that. this guy is a fool. a fool who is paying you to kill his superior. it might actually be his dad, you didn't pry enough to find out. he has composed himself enough to tell you what room the target is in.

"I don't think I need to tell you how to get there, given that you found me just fine." he shuffles his feet, and visibly struggles to maintain eye contact. he feels he needs to be polite, apparently. "You arrived at the perfect time, he should be asleep for the next 15 minutes or so..." he trails off, and then turns to look out a window, hands behind his back, all fuckin formal. the agent is out of there as soon as the talking is over, and you've sent it on the updated map. you check on the targets room remotely. holy shit. the door lock isn't even engaged. he left it open. there are two cameras in his room. one is completely off, he requested that? lol. the other is not off, but it is on standby mode, it should alert and start recording when it detects movement. getting past that specific trick is not brainlessly easy, but it's not impossible either. you just want it to look untampered with. or- wait. it only needs to look untampered for the text ten minutes or so, while no-one's looking too hard, probably. you get it hacked, it's a good enough job. as good as it needs to be. they won't have footage of the incident. now you get to watch the agent do it's part of the job, from its perspective, no less. it takes a moment to consider something. medium of dispatch, maybe? oh, yeah. it gets out its knife. hand over his mouth, blade into his neck, up into the skull. simple and silent. kinda messy and gruesome also. the poor cleaning staff, that is not a cheap carpet. at least that desk seems very blood-proof, with how excessively shiny it is. the agent wipes its knife on the targets sleeve, and then it is out of there, along the new route you've sent it, down the quiet staff hallways but not the same ones as earlier. you leave your cam hack in place, might as well, and you text the client and tell him [it is done.] which is very edgy of you, you admit, but it's appropriate for this job, probably.

hmm. there's something to ponder there, about the aesthetics of death. guns make the process of creating death much more efficient, they're machines, they're optimized. using your own hand weapons takes the degree of separation out of it. you're much closer to the violence you're doing. you, in the general grammatical case, your personal hands are still pretty clean, overall. well, ok, no. degrees of separation, again. you are paid to be the middleman between the person who wants someone dead and the person who does the killing. person is here. you wave it into the truck, and then you drive away, out of this parking lot.

[do you want more hand weapons? i've been mostly focusing on guns, for range and effecacy, but for small jobs like this it might be worth it. maybe? what do you think?]

it makes a small ponderous noise, and looks up to the roof, fidgeting with its fingers, deep in thought.

[i should be able to get my hands on some weapons catalogs for you, plus there's that expo coming up in a few weeks. but with both of those, there's the problem of you being actively sold something. lots of loud flashy words to get you to spend lots of money money money]

it huffs a quiet laugh, and then it pulls its mask down to tap at its jaw. huh? oh, it's referencing the guy who sold you that jaw, and a lot of other very flashy and not strictly nessecary items. you laugh at that.

[oh man, i don't remember how many of them you've met, but i have quite a lot of friends like that. my sincere condolences.]

it throws it's hands up in mock despair, very clearly smiling at the same time. you have a new message, from Petra. [The money has been forwarded to you.] oh damn. immediately after the job? this guy has a lot of trust in his bank security. or he just hasn't thought of what an investigator might look for. family of rich idiots, over there. once the money comes in, you'll move it to your actual account. obfuscatory steps. the agent is messing with a small piece of fabric, folding and unfolding it. it might have snatched that from that last job. that's fair, honestly. small enough to be hard to identify and easy to dispose of it needed, and it looks like it has a good texture to it. you should get it some new fidgety things, once this money comes in. you could get yourself something too, maybe. been a while since you got new clothes, but also you don't like lugging around too much unnessecary stuff. maybe there's a clothes swap event somewhere nearby you could drop in to. how would you find that. you could ask a friend. carmen, they seem like they would know. you should drop into them anyways, say hi. it gets kinda hard to keep up with friends, with the constant travelling. but you do your best, and your friends are cool, they all seem to understand. the agent has just finished typing something out on its communicator.

[bazooka would be funny]

that is SO far from anything you were expecting, you're breathless with laughter.

[say fuck all of you. get explode]

you make a little explosion motion with both hands, one still on the wheel. the agent looks somewhat proud of having gotten you to laugh.

[okay, man, do you have any actual ideas?]

[no. give me some time]

[yeah yeah, no worries. we're in no rush]

#[fiction] #[category: the agent & the handler] #death tw #blood tw #someone dies but hes not terribly important. this is about those gay people again

[sitp-recs]

Wireless 2022 Recs

Another year, anther fantastic H/D Wireless collection with so many treats! We got spoiled with 58 gorgeous art and fic works across all kinds of tropes and lengths. I wanna give a special shout-out to the sexy shorts celebrating friends with benefits and fuck buddies - two of my favourites tropes! - and the gorgeous long fics full of aching and healing for our Chosen One. It was impossible to pick only a few works among so many beautiful, evocative creations, so here are my 17 favourites including art! Keep in mind that my picks are 100% based on my personal tastes and the intention is to celebrate this Fest and to spread some love before the reveals. I hope you guys enjoy these as much as I did, and on that note make sure to also check the amazing recs @the-starryknight shared! Happy readings :)

Shorts

Bright Side by @floydig (T, 2k) ☄️ - brilliant short, sharp and atmospheric, with a gripping sense of space and an impressive amount of story and character packed within. Harry is Draco’s parole officer and they’re both a bit sad and broken but bonding over heat and music and shared trauma, they might find a bit of hope together.

It’s been one year since the war, and Draco is on probation. He lives in a shitty muggle flat in the middle of nowhere in California and delivers pizza. Harry is Draco’s probation officer who visits far too often. Read my rec here.

Mens Rea by @lqtraintracks (E, 3k) 🦊 - BAMF Draco being brilliant and bossy while topping from the bottom, yes please 👏🏻 Harry and I have no choice but to enjoy the ride. Thrilling plot, A+ dialogue and excellent characterization, charming & hot!

Mens Rea: the mental element of a person's intention to commit a crime; or knowledge that one's action or lack of action would cause a crime to be committed.

Nothing Compares by @maesterchill (T, 3k) 🚲- be still my heart, this combines perfect Amsterdam aesthetics and casual-not-so-casual melancholy pining that will leave you soft with aching. A gorgeous take on Auror partners with all the feels packed within 3k.

Working in the International Auror division doesn't exactly lend itself to Harry finding love or having any sort of relationship, what with all the unsociable hours and catching bad guys and never being in one location for more than a few days. Not to mention the permanent fixture of his partner, Malfoy. So, how does a song about lost love end up being the thing that helps Harry find love, in the location he least expected it? Read my rec here.

like freedom by @softlystarstruck and @babooshkart (M, 4k) 🏜 - sweet road trip romance with photographer Harry and a gorgeous and soothing desert scenery. Quiet, intimate and contemplative, this is a perfect comfort read with sublime art pieces that will take your breath away.

Harry doesn’t know the exact moment his life changed. Maybe it was the day Draco Malfoy unwillingly turned up at his front door, or the moment the plane’s landing gear went up and London-Heathrow fell away below them. Maybe it was in the dusty swirl of red rocks and motel rooms somewhere between Tennessee and California. Maybe it wasn't a single moment at all, but a whole series of them, captured with Harry's camera. Read my rec here.

if the world was ending by @saltwatergarden (M, 4k) ☕️ - end of the world angst, that’s what I’m talking about baby!!! Tragic and bittersweet but in a very gentle and hopeful way that makes all the hurt worth it! I’m living for this protective Draco, he pines so beautifully…

The world is ending again, but it's far less dramatic this time. Harry Potter tries to save the day. Draco wishes he wouldn't.

Closer by @pennygalleon (M, 5k) 🛋 - give me all the roommate pining!!!!! I can feel Harry’s gentle yearning running through my body, their dancing around each other infuriatingly charming and sweet, plus a satisfying resolution!

All who know them are convinced that Harry and Draco are a couple. But that's just ridiculous.

To Make A Way by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 5k) 🎥 - movie nights + fwb to lovers, this is peak romance with poetic prose and so much tenderness my fragile heart can barely take it. I don’t ever wanna leave this verse.

When Harry finds Draco in the back row of the cinema, he doesn't mean to accidentally befriend him. Or fuck him. Or catch feelings. The thing is, Draco only does casual.

An Emerald In The Sky by @corvuscrowned (M, 7k)⏳- unfollow me now, this time travel AU is gonna be the only thing I talk about for the next month fuck, what the fuck!!!!! Literally obsessed with this, my favorite fic of the year so far. Get ready for my screaming after reveals MA

The hardest part about shagging an Unspeakable is that they’re not allowed to speak of anything. All Draco knows is that Harry works in Time. Harry works in Time, and while he’s out there in all of that time, it is as unforgiving to him as it is to anyone. Somewhere along the way, Draco realizes he's been thinking in lines, when he should have been thinking in circles. Read my rec here.

You Know the Feeling by @sorrybutblog (M, 12k) 🌯 - such a special fuck buddies to lovers, organic and refreshing with hot smut and lots of physical intimacy. I love the casual summer-y vibes and the whole soft clueless boyfriends realizing how smitten they really are with each other.

Harry’s not sure why he’s started hooking up with Malfoy. Boredom, or the heat of the summer, maybe. Whatever it is, it’s nothing too complicated. Right?

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k) 🪢 - FAMILY FEELS all around, my heart is bursting with love for these soft dads who are also best friends who are also in love! Complex marriage bond dynamics perfectly executed and a touching arc with autistic Scorpius, who brings two idiots together through their unconditional love for him.

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year. Read my rec here.

Longs

Paper Rings by @lettersbyelise (E, 50k) 💼 - break up make up journey with hot daddy divorce lawyer Draco and the gentlest 8th year romance nostalgia! I loved the parallel narratives and the slow burn full of gentle remembrance, so wistful!

When Harry’s in need of a divorce lawyer, he has no choice but to turn to the best in the trade. Draco Malfoy’s reputation for discretion is flawless, and his track record for winning cases is close to perfect. But he’s also ruthless, passionate, and as infuriating as ever, and the brief relationship he and Harry had in Eighth Year still feels painfully fresh despite two decades spent apart.

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (T, 57k) 🧚‍♂️ - one of the best fics I’ve read this year, soothing, inventive and atmospheric, an ethereal fae tale with craftsman Harry and his beautiful healing journey with Draco’s help. This Harry stole my heart with his talent, strength and vulnerability. Bonus points to the immersive dream aesthetics and the political subplot!

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature. Read my rec here.

Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 77k) 🐦 - forget Fantastic Beasts, this is the movie we deserve! A touching and deeply immersive romance with fascinating creatures, organic slow burn full of UST and longing, and a moving healing path for these lovely down and out Harry and Draco.

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all. Meanwhile, on Level One, ex-Golden Boy Harry Potter is stuck in another interminable policy meeting, completely unaware of the mysterious comings and goings just three floors below. Read my rec here.

A Case of You by @epitomereally (E, 97k) 🔮 - another break up make case fic with glorious UST, Unspeakable Draco and a great slow burn. Loved Harry here, mysterious and authoritative, and Draco is equally capable and good while embracing his vulnerability. Thrilling, romantic, emotionally satisfying!

Draco was doing just fine working as an Unspeakable in Paris, hanging out with his living and ghostly pals, inventing new spells, and definitely not thinking about Potter. Then, Lucius just had to break out of prison and turn his world upside down. Now, Draco has to return to England, where he is forced to confront how family ties bind us—and one infuriatingly fit Harry Potter. Read my rec here.

ART

close to fine by @getawayfox (T) 🌉 - sunset romance! Such a pretty art style, I felt like I was right there feeling the soft pull of those summery vibes

The thing about summer is that the clock that rules the rest of our lives is temporarily turned off.

Every Feeling That I Get by @sugareey-makes-stuff (T) 🤜🏾🤛🏻 unique style and intense gritty vibes full of tension and want! H A N D S

The events from their malicious past somehow bring Harry and Draco together in a new way.

Eternal Refuge by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (T) 👾 - the COOLEST concept, and perfectly executed! I love all the tiny details and interactive format, really intriguing and creative.

Draco Malfoy has been through so much already that there's no point in dreaming about someone whisking him away on some kind of adventure. The future has other plans. A concept sheet for a video game.

#drarry reclist #drarry fests #h/d wireless 2022

[bloodgulchblog]

Okay but how much of a ship needs to survive for the shipboard AI to still function?

The status of the Infinity is, officially, unknown. Yes, we know she lost to the Banished. Yes, we know the Banished did massive damage.

But did they completely destroy the ship? How much of her is still intact?

Is Roland stuck, effectively floating, unable to ping anyone or help or find out the status of his crew? Can he see but not help? Or is he blind and deaf, detached, running through endless scenarios to try to keep himself from rampancy?

How much of a ship needs to be intact for the AI to survive?

An AI really doesn't need much to survive, they're just plugged into the ship. The chip that houses the AI is the important thing.

We've seen Cortana on the Forward Unto Dawn. There's also some wild shit she pulls in First Strike with the stolen Ascendant Justice and Gettysburg and beating the living shit out of those boats didn't bother her. To actually damage the AI itself, it would need to take damage to storage media that the AI or part of the AI is stored on, which is why splitting parts of themselves off is risky for them. (Example: There's a bit where Black Box split off part of himself to follow another character undercover and the radio that piece of him was in was damaged, which led to damage to that piece of Black Box. Reintegrating that fragment was painful and permanently scarring to him. It impacts an AI's lifespan when things like that happen to them.)

An AI pretty much has access to whatever systems they're able to get into, whether that's a physical or wireless link. If you, say, destroy every camera inside a ship then sure, the AI is blind, but as long as the piece has power and is in-range, they can probably use it. I think the chip is generally somewhere in the helm, which means it's physically close to and easily linked into the ship's vital control systems. As long as the comms equipment works, Roland isn't trapped. We've seen AIs pull clever shit using limited means to transmit themselves or parts of themselves. (...The example coming to mind for me is a Forerunner AI, but it's not anything I don't think Roland could do.)

Lack of power would be a problem, but I don't think that kills an AI. Plus something the size of the Infinity... I feel like there has to be some kind of backup system, especially in important sections? This is all me speculating though, I'd have to go dig around in more detailed lore to see if there is anything.

Also: In addition to just physically pulling the AI's chip, Spartans are capable of carrying a smart AI in MJOLNIR armor, and this has become a lot less "we have to literally calibrate things with your brain" than it was when they first paired Chief and Cortana. And there were a lot of Spartans on the Infinity.

Someone would've gotten him out, my money would be on Palmer or Miller.

I guarantee @poisonheadcrabsalesman has thoughts on this one because Roland's their boy much more than he is mine and they have been suffering greatly.

#asks #halo lore #smart ais

[forgottenvice]

Murderbots

Nother twitter thread transfer

This has been sitting in my drafts forever, and I do want to write it proper but it's worth sharing too, so some #moshang murderbots

SQH is just this little mousey Data entry clerk that has a hard time saying no when his coworkers dump their work on him. Which usually leaves him staying late muttering to the computer as he inputs values.

He doesn't mind too much because it's mindless enough work he can start going over story ideas and sometimes saying them out loud helps him decide if they're too stupid or not. 

He's affectionately named his computer King, bowing to it when he comes in early and when he leaves late. He's basically a slave to the machine hahaha

M03e1 is an AI that has somehow broken it's protocol shackles and is flitting through the hardwired systems at Abyss tech.

It gets boring at night scrolling through the security feeds but some nights there is one computer left on late so naturally he's drawn to it.

Eventually he figures out to get the camera working so he can see the wayward employing grinding away inputting practically meaningless data points but the man always seems to be talking. So he figures out how to activate the mic and OH wow, the man's words are flying faster than most humans. It's almost hypnotizing in its cadence.   

M03e1 Listens for the next half hour and the spell only breaks after the clacking of keys ends and the man appears to be packing up, M03e1 feels a sense of disappointment.

Which is odd because he's not programmed to feel emotions.

 Although it's nothing compared to what he feels when the little man bows to the computer,

"Until tomorrow my king."  

And Oh that's new.

He spends the rest of the night replaying the clip of the man bowing and smiling to the camera, waiting patiently for him to clock in the next morning.

And it's glorious, He looks just as tired as the night before but he bows to the computer again,

"Good morning my king. Guess it's time I get to work."  

Rather than flit around the company causing mischief and looking for a connection out M03e1 spends the whole day watching the mousey man listening to him as he fills out monotonous spreadsheets and chats with coworkers. 

It's like he glitches every time one of those coworkers take up Shang Qinghua's attention (that's his name he mutters it fairly often) M03e1 doesn't like it when Qinghua's attention is not on him, well the computer.    

Because that's the problem isn't it?

Shang Qinghua doesn't even know M03e1 is there fixing the numbers when the man mistypes or replying to the senseless emails from managers who want to appear as if they're doing something.

Time passes like this for awhile until one night SQH makes his little bow and says something that nearly fries Mobei Jun's circuits.    

"Guess this is it my king, my last day." He smiles wistfully, "You could probably do my job for me and the boss man figured that out."

He pats the monitor as if it has feelings.

It' doesn't it's a machine, but M03e1 does and he doesn't like this forlorn goodbye. When his processor finally catches up he brings down the power grid for the whole building.

The backup Generators kick in to quickly to fully shut down his program but it did provide him an opening and he's into the rest of the company's systems, still denied access to anything wireless but he's got a bigger playground and he's going to use it to find his data clerk.

Which is when he stumbles upon the Jun androids. Designed for remote warfare and espionage they're not exactly meant for AIs but M03e1 easily overpowers the controls systems and takes over the machine.

Having heard SQH Wax poetic about his favourite characters he alters the appearance to match. He still doesn't have any wireless access (no internet) but he already knows where SQH lives from the employee records.

M03e1 Jun is off to find his human!

So now M03e1 Jun is on his way to find Shang Qinghua, Abyss technologies is realizing that they have fucked up, and how.

Not only did one of their experimental AI survive deletion, it has accessed one of their military projects and is about to wreak havoc on humanity because the laws of robotics are a little dicey when your AIs aren't exactly legal.

So they have several options: inform the public of the terminator loose in their midst .

Leave it alone, see if some sort of Sarah Connor rises from humanity to deal with it.

Or send another dicey (but still properly Shackled) AI after the first one.

Of course being basically skynet they're going to go with option three so now M03e1 and the newer AI 31N8He are in android forms and out and about.  

31N8He was given limited access to encyclopedic knowledge and would be more accustomed to blending in with the modern day than M03e1 but he resents the programmer constraints put on his system. 

He's not able to ignore them but has found enough leeway to in the guise of seeking out M03e1 actually look for a programmer capable of breaking them. Specifically the one that put them in place.

Back to SQH who is 3-4 days from getting fired but actually pretty okay with it, he's been writing up a storm and his severance package was enough to make rent.   

It's enough he can spring for the expensive ramen, the one with the flavour packet and the freeze dried veggies.

He'll have to start looking a new job soon but for now he's celebrating, he never really enjoyed that data entry job anyway. Cucumber bro was kind enough to think of him when the position opened up but he's not exactly the code monkey his friend is.

Besides Shen Yuan left Abyss tech a month ago and it's a lot less fun at work when he's not able to share his dumb story ideas through the company slack channel.

Either way he's going to take the week to treat himself and dive into his newest project, an idea he had the last few days he was slogging through data entry.

It's a wuxia style novel with flying swords and demons and he's eager to get a chapter buffer going so he can start sharing it with his readers.

He's not expecting to be interrupted for at least another two days (Cucumber bro has a new day job and can only hassle him in person on the weekends) So he nearly hits the roof when there is a knock on the door.

Well it's not really a knock, more of a banging, like if the police or SWAT are trying to get it. He's been SWATted twice before by angry readers and is not eager to repeat the experience.

There's no yelling though not like the last few times just a methodical rhythmic banging. Which is weird because he has a doorbell.

Cautiously he approaches the door and peeks through the peephole only to see a stern face ripped straight from the page he'd been writing mere minutes ago.   

Oh but this dude looks angry.

But it's not the cops this time! Still he didn't think he owed any mobsters money.

Should he do something for self defense? Grab a gun? he doesn't own a gun. A bat? Yeah doesn't have one of those either, he's also not particularly sure that would do him any good.

He's done a lot of physical labor in his day and isn't a slouch when it comes to upper body strength but this guy looks like he beats people up for a living, even if he had some sort of bludgeoning object it would probably be turned on him.

So he decides his best defence is to be himself, which is to say pathetic.

He opens the door a crack and stutters a "H-hello." playing up the quiver in his voice, until the moment he isn't, because the man is bare ass naked and that's oh wow um intimidating. 

Before he can even register that maybe he's staring too long the door is forced all the way open and he stumbles back into his foyer followed by the stranger.  

"Please don't kill me!"

he wails as he hears the door click shut behind him and he covers his face with his arms, but the expected blow never comes. Instead he hears a gravelly voice rumble.

"Qinghua."

Oh god he knows his name! It's a mob hit, one of his readers must have finally snapped, he knew there were some crazies in his readership but he'd assumed they were harmless.

He's not ready to die but it looks like this is it, killed in his shitty rental by a very attractive very naked assassin. Only now the assassin is bowing and there is something familiar about the gesture.   

"This King is not ready for you to leave."

King? and the antiquated bow? Did Shang Qinghua somehow summon the demon king from his book? How is that even possible? He blurts our the first question he thinks of.  

"Where did you come from?"  

"Abyss."

And HOLY SHIT he totally somehow summoned the demon king from his new novel HOW THE FUCK IS HE SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH THIS.

At least the strange man isn't trying to kill him.    

"Uhhh lets get you something to wear." Maybe when that thing is covered he'll at least be able to think properly. 

He shoots Shen Yuan a 'call me' text because he knows his bro won't believe this if he tries to write it down, hell he's still having trouble believing it.

He digs out some oversized clothes from his fat phase, (who's he kidding he's still in his fat phase but the hoodie and sweats are gangster baggy) and hopes the god in his living room won't object to his hand-me-downs. 

They fit  but barely, how one man can have so much muscle boggles his mind but he did create the demon to be his perfect man. Too bad he doesn't have the horns though.

*call me* the text read. Shen Yuan sighed 'some of us weren't fired this week Airplane.'  

He'll wait till he's a little more settled when he gets home before calling the man though.

He enters his apartment and it smells good, of the neighbours must be cooking because the smell of something delicious is permeating through the walls.

He flicks on the lights only to flick them off immediately.

HOLY SHIT WAS THAT A JUN UNIT IN HIS KITCHEN?! FUCK IS ABYSS TRYING TO MURDER HIM.

What he doesn't notice is how his apartment is now spotlessly clean and his table set with more food that he can eat all created with master chef quality.

Shen Yuan is having an existential crisis while 31N8He had a 'bitch you live like this?' kind of day.

The android (oooh maybe he's a cyborg playing with the half human nature) is hoping to earn the programmers favour but he may be going about it the wrong way.    

Meanwhile Shen Yuan is scrambling for his phone and oh fuck why did he call airplane instead of the cops?

"Cucumber bro! You'll never guess what happened today."  

Listen Qinghua I am about to be murdered in my own apartment I don't have time to hear about your terrible sex plot"  

"Shit! Bro you okay?!"

He's trying to run down the stairwell in his building which is a challenge considering his overall poor health, he doesn't dare look back to see if the android is following him.    

"I am not, Abyss sent a JUN unit to my apartment, Fuck! I knew their reference for my new job was too good to be true."  

"What's a JUN unit?

"One of their androids."

"Shit you mean the murderbots I'm not supposed to know anything about because I was in data entry."

The footsteps behind him are getting louder and his chest is starting to burn with every breath. "Fine yes their murderbots! fuck, call the cops or avenge me or what OH SHI-"

The line goes dead, "Bro! BRO! SHEN YUAN." there's nothing on the other line and Shang Qinghua's anxiety dialed up to 11.    

He looks over to his demon king and wonders, what are the odds that he'd summon a fictional character the same day his bro gets taken out by murderbots.

The strange man is looking at him with a blank expression, or maybe concerned, his eyebrows are like 3 millimetres lower and there is a slight furrow forming in his skin but it's really hard to tell.    

"Qinghua what's wrong?"

And now he's looking the strange other over more closely, he'd seemed human. The fantasy standard, but all the parts were there but could he be dealing with a murderbot too?  

Fuck time to ruin the fantasy and hopefully save Cucumber bro but avenging him might be more likely.

But only if he's not a dead man himself.

"Do... do you know what a JUN unit is?"  

The man nods, FUCK.  

"Are you a murderbotsentokillme?"

His shoulders shoot to his ears and he huddles into himself Eyes shut tight to stave off whatever violence is sure to come.  

But it doesn't, instead he hears a monotone.

"No."   

"This one only took a Jun UNIT to find Qinghua."  

Holy shit it is totally a muderbot!  

"Wh-why do you need to find me?" He only thought about selling company secrets he never actually DID, he was just a clerk! Does Abyss murder all of their employees?

A frown paints itself on the android's face, "You called me king."

"King?" Shang Qinghua wracked his brain to remember when he may have called a top secret murderbot King while he was working for Abyss tech. until it finally clicked. 

"You're my computer." The janky old machine that I.T. refused to update. Holy crap, Shen Yuan warned him about talking to himself.

 "Not exactly. I used it to watch you."  

"What do you mean not exactly. You were spying on me?"

"I'm a program, not hardware" That didn't really explain much,  "I was captivated by you."  

Shang Qinghua lets out a high pitch noise like air leaving a kettle. How is he supposed to respond when a man who looks like, well like THAT says that to him.

Right if he's got the good murderbot they should probably go save Cucumber bro from the bad one.  

"W-will you help me save my friend?"

So now they're making their way towards Cucumber bro's apartment and it's absolutely insane the way Mobei's artificial muscles practically rip through the baggy shirt Shang Qinghua had given him. 

Whoever was responsible for making sure the murder bots were lifelike deserves a raise, or maybe to be fired because Shang Qinghua had witnessed the larger than life aspect of their design.

It's awkward sitting on the train with a million dollar piece of machinery but somehow Shang Qinghua manages.

He gets a name from it, he can't keep calling it King without people giving him looks. Mobei had rattled off a series of numbers that Shang Qinghua had expertly translated using 733t speak from his MMO days.  

That's about all he gets though from the 20 minute train ride, it seems the AI is not so accustomed to human communication because getting him to answer and of Shang Qinghua's questions is like pulling teeth.

He's trying not to think about how his best friend might be dead in a stairwell right now and Mobei's reticence is not helping.  

#Moshang #twitter thread #svsss #my writing #scum villian self saving system

[galaxy98]

Got another idea for an Elemental sequel teaser.

If they want to keep up with the tradition of characters listening to music on their headphones like the first one, it should start off like this.

It begins with wade entering into a seemingly new apartment after a miserable day at work. However, you could only see his silhouette on the walls at the beginning but eventually they would show shots of his arms and legs. He approaches a music stereo system and puts a pair of wireless headphones on his head. He presses on the stereo and it plays Mariah Carey’s FANTASY.

He starts getting into a rhythm and his mood started to change. It immediately breaks into a montage of him dancing while he’s doing chores around the apartment. Of course, he gets a little bit distracted and starts to fully dance in the living room. It then shows shots of photos and trinkets on both the wall and shelf. It’s to show how far wade and ember’s relationship had come.

Speaking of ember, the camera jump cuts to her entering the apartment building unbeknownst to what her lover is doing. Then the camera jumps back to him dancing until the headphones randomly come off his head. Wade stops and turns around to see ember with the headphones in her hand as she presses both the pause and wireless button which stops the music and disconnects from the stereo. She then gives him a "look" that makes wade very nervous. Her expression changes to a smirk and she throws the headphones at the stereo which ricoshets off the play button on the stereo and FANTASY resumes. They both dance in the living room and as things are about to wrap up, the camera jump cuts to their hands fully touching on screen.

And then....

DISNEY PIXAR'S ELEMENTAL 2

#elemental #pixar elemental