#Chapter 963

[algumaideia]

The pirates of white beard

[newswoop]

I need to get this off my chest, I'm too obsessed. I've been so busy that I haven't really been able to write, but Poppy Playtime Chapter 4 got me feeling things... I'm hoping I will get more time to write this or finish it one day. I'm not entirely happy with it, but it's a WIP. 🥺

Scp x Poppy Playtime: What would happen if Dr. Clef and Dr. Bright were assigned to the newest anomalous site, Playtime Co?

“Why do you think they sent us?” Jack asked, noisily crunching on a handful of potato chips. “Other than the whole spiel about you being a reality sink and, well… my condition.”

“Oh, they totally just want us dead,” Clef replied, casually polishing his shotgun. “Though, usually, they’re a little less subtle about it.”

Jack frowned, lowering the bag. “Yeah, that’s what’s bothering me. If they wanted to off us, there are easier ways. I heard they sent in at least three MTF teams already… none of them came back.”

Clef paused mid-polish, his head tilting slightly. For the first time, he seemed to be taking the assignment seriously.

“Three teams?” he muttered. “What do we know, then?”

Jack sighed, setting the chips aside and pulling out the dossier. Flipping it open, he skimmed the text before reading aloud. “Recovered comms suggest the environment is non-Euclidean—it folds in on itself and generally doesn’t adhere to the laws of reality. Confirmed cognitive hazards and identity warping. But get this… reality anchors don’t work there.”

Clef immediately snatched the file from his hands, flipping through the pages with growing urgency. His expression darkened with every line he read.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he suddenly roared.

Jack winced, clapping his hands over his ears. “Jesus, warn a guy next time!”

He stared at Clef, surprised by the uncharacteristic outburst. It wasn’t like him to lose his cool—not like this.

Something was seriously wrong.

"Now you’ve got me worried," Jack tried to joke, but it fell flat.

Clef threw down the dossier in disgust. "I knew this was a suicide mission, but this is fucking ridiculous. Confirmed reality manipulation in an enclosed environment, confirmed memetic agents—and reality anchors don’t even work?"

Bright shrugged and reached for his bag of chips. "Yeah, we’re cooked. GG, chat."

Clef shot him a withering glare, but he knew better than to argue. Jack Bright didn’t fear death—he embraced it. The only thing that ever shook that confidence was the risk to his close friends and family. And while Clef fell under close friend, he was far from frail, much less in any danger.

Jack seemed to realize his friend was actually distressed, letting out a soft sigh. "Seriously, Alto. If you’re not comfortable coming in, you can call it off. As a senior staff member, you can tell the council to go fuck themselves."

Clef scoffed, shaking his head. "Call it off? And what, abandon you to a reality-warping hellhole? As much as your ugly mug pisses me off, I don’t want you dead. Definitely don’t want you permanently stuck in some non-Euclidean pocket dimension."

Jack was momentarily touched, though he quickly masked it with his usual sarcastic remarks. "Ah, good. So I’ve guilt-tripped you into helping me. God knows the council would've thrown me in there regardless!"

Neither of them could argue with that.

“Jackass,” Clef said.

He would’ve said more, but the truck came to an abrupt stop, throwing both men against the metal benches with a painful thud.

“Fuck! Give some warning next time!” Jack screeched to the front of the carrier.

The MTF either didn’t hear or give a damn since they spoke with a tired undertone, “Out. We’ve arrived.”

“Don’t you just love Lambda 5?” The immortal asked sarcastically.

“Personally, I like Zata-9 more,” Clef said, purposely raising his voice to irritate their MTF handler.

The Lambda-5 operative didn’t react. Instead, they simply slumped, their whole body radiating pure exhaustion. With a groan, they let their head bang against the steering wheel, saying nothing but letting their actions speak for them. As the two doctors gathered their things, they shared a laugh at the poor MTF’s misery.

The moment they jumped out of the carrier, the armored truck was already speeding away, kicking up a thick cloud of dust. Both men broke into coughing fits, waving at the debris as if it would make a difference.

As the dust settled, they took a moment to take in the newly quarantined SCP site. It was massive, sprawling across several acres, its faded yellows, reds, and blues giving it a deceptively harmless appearance. Towering buildings and rusted smokestacks loomed overhead, stretching hundreds of feet into the air.

“Am I the only one getting Site-13 vibes?” Clef asked, shouldering his shotgun.

“This reminds me more of the infinite IKEA, honestly,” Jack admitted.

They exchanged another glance before stepping up to the factory’s front doors. Jack gave the handle a test jiggle—and to their surprise, it swung open without resistance. Both men froze. Then, without a word, they drew their weapons, leveling them at the crack.

“Put that down,” Clef hissed, half-heartedly swatting at Jack’s arm. “Who the fuck even gave you a gun after last time?”

“I’ll have you know I’m an excellent shot,” Jack huffed, holding the glock defensively.

Clef just stared at him. “Are you hearing yourself right now? Do you not remember the Wii incident?”

Jack sniffed and waved a hand dismissively. “That was over ten years ago, Alto! And besides, that was a new body—I didn’t have good hand-eye coordination yet.”

Clef scoffed. “Motherfucker, you couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn!”

Clef was tempted to keep arguing with his delusional co-worker, but they had a job to do. With a begrudging sigh, he let it go.

“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with,” he muttered.

Without any countdown or fanfare, Clef kicked in the door, the loud bang echoing through the empty space. He slipped in first, shotgun raised, with Jack close behind. They quickly swept the room, checking for movement. Nothing.

After a moment of silence, both men holstered their weapons.

“What’s the backstory on this place?” Jack asked, eyeing the faded murals along the walls—cheerful cartoon mascots grinning down at them like they knew something.

“Didn’t you read the dossier?” Clef asked, already knowing the answer.

“Only the important bits.” Jack shrugged.

Clef sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re hopeless. As far as MTF reported, this is an abandoned toy factory. Though, for a place that just made toys, it’s pretty damn massive.”

Jack hummed in agreement but didn’t respond. Instead, he wandered over to the front desk, sifting through the stacks of old paperwork until something caught his eye.

“Hey, look what I found.” He held up a bright green VHS tape with a grin. “An antique—just like me!”

“What the fuck?” Clef snatched it from his hands. “Who still has VHS tapes and VHS player? It’s 2025.”

Jack shrugged. “They did say this place appeared suddenly—maybe it’s from a universe with a different timeline. Besides, it looks like it’s been abandoned for a while.”

Clef flipped the tape over, reading the simple label: “Leith Pierre – Closing.” The name didn’t ring any bells. He scanned the room until his eyes landed on a matching bright green VHS player, shoved into the corner like an afterthought. Above it, a massive CRT TV loomed over them, its thick screen coated in a fine layer of dust.

“Wow, that thing is huge,” Jack whistled. “I’m more surprised it’s still mounted up there. That has to weigh, what, a hundred pounds?”

Clef sighed. “You have no understanding of scale, do you?”

“Dude, CRTs were heavy as shit,” Jack shot back. “I would know—I had to help install some when the Foundation first started switching over. Then, after blowing my back out like twenty times, they finally had D-Class do it. I do not miss those days.”

He gestured at the wall-mounted behemoth above them. “That’s gotta be, what, a 32-inch? Depending on the brand, that thing easily weighs over a hundred pounds.” Jack paused, then waved a hand dismissively. “But—ya know what? You don’t care. Just put the damn tape in.”

Clef rolled his eyes but complied, wiping a layer of dust off the VHS player before sliding the tape in. With a low screech of static, the CRT TV flickered to life. The screen briefly filled with black and white fuzz before sharpening into a dark background, a yellow object sitting motionless in the center.

“What is that—” Jack started, only to be cut off.

A voice crackled through the speakers.

“Hi, my name is Leith Pierre, and I’m the Head of Innovation here at Playtime Co. Toy Factory,” the TV announced in a smooth but eerily rehearsed tone. “If you’re seeing this, then you’re trespassing.”

Jack and Clef exchanged a glance.

“Yeah, we play this little tape on loop whenever we close the factory for the day. So, trespasser, just to make you aware: While we pride ourselves primarily on our high-quality toys and excellent childcare… we also pride ourselves on our security.”

A chill crept into the room. Both men instinctively stiffened, their casual demeanor evaporating. Clef already had his shotgun back in his hands, while Jack’s fingers hovered uneasily over his holster.

“For example, this facility is full of hidden motion triggers which, once set off, will activate the factory’s emergency alarms and directly contact the authorities. And that’s one of the more tame aspects of our security system...”

The voice on the tape paused, as if letting the weight of those words settle.

“So, you’ve been warned. It’s not too late to turn around. I just hope you’re certain that whatever you’re doing is worth it.”

With a final click, the VCR spat out the tape, and the TV cut to static before going completely dark.

The room was silent.

Jack exhaled slowly. “Well… that wasn’t ominous at all.”

Clef didn’t bother responding. Instead, he quietly slipped into the next room, shotgun at the ready. He wouldn’t relax until the area was completely secured.

Jack watched him disappear, then sighed. His gaze drifted back to the blank CRT screen, feeling an odd pull—a compulsion to stare into the darkness.

For a split second…

He swore he saw a giant blue eye staring back.

Then, he blinked—and it was gone.

“Bright, wake the fuck up,” Clef snapped, startled the shit out of the immortal.

Jack jumped, nearly losing his footing. “Shit, dude, don’t scare me like that!” He shook his head, rubbing his temples. “I don’t like this. I’m getting flashbacks to the Forde Education incident.”

Clef gave him a blank stare. “The what?”

Jack opened his mouth, ready to tear Clef a new one, before pausing mid-thought.

“Oh. Wait. You weren’t there.” He frowned. “Shit, this needs context. Okay, look, do you know about SCP-2528?”

Clef raised an eyebrow, and dryly said, “Jack, not all of us have encyclopedic knowledge of every SCP designation number.”

“Listen here, you little shit,” Jack pointed at the other with a mock serious face.

Clef smacked the hand down and rolled his eyes, again, “Just fucking tell me, you're wasting daylight.”

Jack huffed but continued. “TLDR: SCP-2528 is split into three parts—2528-A, B, and C. The entire system acts as an organic computer. A is what we know as bamboo, but it acts as data storage, B are giant pandas and they act as processors, and C are the little beings from another universe that just hitch a ride with them.”

Clef stared at him for a moment.

“So, wait, there's aliens in our bamboo and giant pandas?”

“Honestly, I'm surprised you even understand that much,” Jack muttered.

Clef opened his mouth, no doubt about to say some stupid shit, but Jack cut him off before he could get a word in.

“Anyway. There’s another SCP—7528. Basically, it’s just 2528-C—the little alien people—but instead of bamboo and pandas, they jumped to TV and computer screens.”

Jack paused here for a moment, “The Forde Education incident was when they had a massive 7528 outbreak. 7528 has the unique ability to explode any person’s head that is in their line of sight. Almost everyone died, they had to send in Zeta-9 to destroy all the screens, so 7528 was neutralized.”

Clef blinked. “Oh. Well. I hope we don’t have to deal with anything like that.”

With that, he turned and headed toward the ‘Gift Shop’ without another word.

Jack hesitated, his eyes flicking back toward the CRT screen.

For a brief moment, he thought he saw the blue eye again—watching.

Then it was gone.

Not willing to stick around and find out, Jack shook off the unease and hurried after Clef. He decided to hold off on telling the other doctor, knowing how volatile Clef could be.

“What are we looking for?” Jack asked.

He absentmindedly poked at an empty box on one of the shelves, somewhat intrigued. For all his years on Earth—fighting demons, gods, and everything in between—Jack had never actually been inside a toy factory before. It was oddly novel.

“A code,” Clef replied, jerking his thumb back toward the lobby. “There’s a locked security door over there—four-digit color code.”

Jack took another glance around, his eyes assaulted by the factory’s bright, clashing colors. Blues, reds, yellows, and oranges were smeared across every wall, a chaotic assault on the senses. His gaze landed on something sitting atop the counter by the cash register.

A toy.

Or at least, what was left of one.

The head was completely separated from the rest of its body, chest concave from where it had been smashed in. Both its right arm and leg were ripped off, leaving a bloody mess across the counter. The black visor was cracked, staring off into nothing.

Jack groaned. “Ah, shit, don’t tell me this is gonna be like SCP-3325.”

Clef gave him a blank look. “The hell is that?”

Jack didn’t even hesitate. “Bunch of scientists were too busy asking if they could and not if they should—classic. They made these weird-ass mascot puppet things, kinda like Sesame Street, except nobody actually knows how they were made. The records just don’t exist. And then, one by one, the damn things started melting. We don’t know why. We don’t know what they’re made of. All we know is that they break down into some kind of organic sludge after a while. Last I checked, we’ve only got three of them left in containment.”

Clef snorted, shouldering his shotgun. “Great. So we’re either dealing with head-exploding aliens or self-destructing Muppets. Love that for us.”

Jack shot him finger guns. “The SCP Foundation: We really don’t get paid enough.”

“That’s an understatement,” Clef muttered.

Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair as his gaze swept the room. The place was a mess—shelves either empty or filled with dust-covered boxes, walls covered in garish splashes of color that felt more hostile than playful. If there was a clue somewhere, it wasn’t going to jump out and introduce itself.

Then something caught his eye.

A small train model, mounted near the ceiling, its plastic body suspended on a track that ran along the room’s perimeter. It was old, the colors faded, but still intact. More importantly, it had four train cars, each painted a different color.

Jack pointed up at it. “That whatcha lookin’ for?”

Clef followed his gaze, squinting at the train before breaking into a sharp grin. “Bingo.”

Green. Pink. Yellow. Red. Jack silently mouthed the colors to himself as they made their way across the lobby towards security. He let Clef handle the keypad, keeping his eyes on their surroundings. Just because nothing had jumped out yet didn’t mean something wasn’t watching.

Clef punched in the code, and the door unlocked with a soft click, sliding open far too smoothly for a place this old.

Inside, the security room was small and utilitarian—bare walls, a row of outdated monitors flickering weakly, and a handful of chairs. But Jack’s attention was immediately drawn to two things: yet another massive CRT television dominating the far wall and an enclosed glass case in the wall, housing something he didn’t recognize.

“What the fuck is with the massive-ass CRTs?” Jack muttered, eyeing the ancient screen like it had personally offended him.

“I really don’t get your obsession with them,” Clef responded, already distracted by the security monitors.

“They’re way too big!” Jack stressed, jabbing a finger at the monstrosity. The backend of the TV hung off the cart in a way that defied all known laws of physics. “It’s not natural, Clef! It’s wrong on a fundamental level.”

Clef gave him a flat look. “You literally work at the Foundation, and this is what breaks you?”

Jack opened and closed his mouth like a fish, scrambling for words to describe his unease. As much as he wanted to rant about the absurdity of the CRTs, he couldn’t bring himself to mention the unsettling hallucination—or whatever it was—he’d experienced earlier with the blue eye. Not when they still had no clue what they were walking into.

Could’ve been a memetic agent, though Jack was usually immune to those. Perks of keeping your consciousness separate from your body, he supposed.

Clef’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Another tape.”

[drawingsfromthefrogwar]

longer and potentially triggering chapter this time so putting the rest under cut, warnings for csa truama, paranoia, and general psychosis imagery

[acknowledge-reigns]

Swipe Right | Roman Reigns x Black!fem OC (18+)

Description: The Usos convince a very drunk Roman Reigns to create a Tinder profile.

Chapter: 1/6

Face Claim: Ciara

Warnings: Alcohol use, strong language, mention of loss of a loved one, flirting.

This is set in an AU in which the og bloodline reunited before wrestlemania 40 and Roman retained. As always my stories are about Roman, not Joe. While there is not smut in Chapter 1, there will be in others. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. You have been warned.

Word count: 963

Roman Reigns and the Usos were in a celebratory mood. Roman had just retained at Wrestlemania 40, the bloodline had reunited post implosion and they were feeling on top of the world. The three of them had been drinking heavily all night, and the room was filled with laughter and loud conversation. Solo, Sami and the Wiseman had retired for the night, Leaving only Roman and The Usos to get up to no good in Roman's hotel room.

"And still, Uce!" Jimmy exclaimed, raising his mini bottle of jack in the air along with his pointer finger. "We're unstoppable!"

Jey nodded in agreement, a goofy ass grin on his face. "We're the best damn wrestlers in the business," he said, slurring his words slightly.

Roman chuckled, taking a swig of his glass of Bourbon. "You're damn right we are," he said, his voice a little slurred as well. "Greatness on a different level".

The three of them continued to drink and talk, their conversation becoming more and more ridiculous as the night wore on.

"You know what we should do?" Jimmy said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "We should set up a Tinder profile for Roman!"

Roman laughed, a bit surprised by the suggestion. "What? Why would I need a Tinder profile?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jey grinned and patted Roman on the back. "C'mon, Uce. You're the champ, you gotta have some fun! Plus, you're a single guy now." he insisted. Roman's divorce had recently been finalized, there was truth to him needing some... fun.

Roman thought about it for a moment, and then shrugged far too intoxicated to care. "I guess you're right," he said, a smirk on his face. "Why not? Let's do it."

Jimmy and Jey cheered loudly, semi obnoxiously as they got Roman's phone and got to work setting up his profile.

As the Usos worked on setting up Roman's Tinder profile, they couldn't help but chuckle and snicker at the ridiculous things they were putting on it.

"What about this picture?" Jimmy asked, holding up a photo of Roman posing with both of his titles. "It's gotta be the best one!"

Jey nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and we should put his bio as 'The head of the table is looking for a queen'," he suggested, snickering.

Roman rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but laugh at their antics. "You guys are ridiculous," he said, shaking his head.

Jimmy and Jey just grinned, knowing that Roman was secretly enjoying this. They continued to fill out his profile, adding a few more pictures and even changing his username to "headofthetable_yeet".

Once they were done, they showed Roman the completed profile. "Ta-da!" Jimmy exclaimed, holding up his phone. "You're all set, Uce!"

Roman took the phone and scrolled through the profile, chuckling at some of the ridiculous things they had put on it. "I can't believe I let you guys do this," he said, shaking his head again.

"Man, you're gonna thank us later, uce," Jey said, patting Roman on the back again. "You're gonna get all the ladies with this profile."

Jimmy nodded in agreement. "And if you don't, it'll be hilarious," he added, laughing.

"Don't you two need to get back to Naomi and Rhea?" Roman rolled his eyes once more, but couldn't help but feel a little bit excited. "Alright, alright," he said, setting the phone down. "Let's see what happens."

The three of them continued to drink and chat, their conversation turning to other topics as they waited to see if Roman would get any matches on Tinder.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere, Iris sat at her computer, looking skeptical as her daughter and sisters fussed over her Tinder profile. "I can't believe I'm letting you guys do this," she said, shaking her head.

Imani grinned mischievously. "Come on, Mom, you need to get out there and have some fun!" with all of the attitude and excitement of any 14 year old convinced she was going to help her mother find Prince Charming.

Iris was a 36 year old lawyer and single mom of two, ever since her daughters dad passed away after being killed in a robbery gone wrong 8 years ago. Her youngest daughter, 9 year old Amira, doesn't even have any memory of her father. Iris has been raising the girls with help only from her little sisters Jacqueline aka Jax who is a 27 year old dancer and Kiley aka Lele who is a 22 year old nursing student. Between her career, kids and crazy ass sisters who insisted on getting together every Friday night to watch wrestling of all things, Iris had no time for relationships.

Kiley nodded in agreement. "You're too young and beautiful to be single," she said, scrolling through the pictures on Iris' phone. "We need to find you a man."

Iris couldn't help but feel a little nervous as she swiped through the profiles on Tinder. She hadn't been on a date in years, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to put herself out there like this.

But as she continued to swipe, something caught her eye. A profile with the username "headofthetable_yeet". The picture was of a muscular man with long hair and a big smile, tattoos and wait a minute... That's Roman Reigns.

"Who the hell uses a wrestler as their icon on a dating profile? Gotta be a scam." Iris said to herself and yet for some reason, she found herself swiping right.

Iris couldn't help but be intrigued by the profile, despite her initial skepticism. She knew that it was unlikely to be the real Roman Reigns, but there was something about him that drew her in.

She continued to scroll through his profile, taking in the bio and the cheesy username. "This is ridiculous," she muttered to herself, shaking her head. Her phone dinged, 'It's a match!'

And then the messages started...

Note:

Iris - Ciara

Jax - Ariana Debose

Kiley - Halle Bailey

Imani - Navia Robinson

Amira - Madison Pettis

Next chapter

[theyanderespecialist]

Jack's Wife (Headcanons) Yandere Jack Bright X Wife Reader  (SCP Foundation)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is where Jack Bright is yandere and he will be yandere for you as his wife. I will also have this in audio/video on YouTube! Please Enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Artwork is Made By GavImp on Tumblr, all credit to her!) 

(Disclaimer 2: We do not support Admin Bright! Jack and Or his genderbent (Jackie) Bright Are more so their OWN STAND ALONE CHARACTER. Jack (Jackie) Bright is NO LONGER a self-insert of Admin Bright! We DO NOT Support Admin Bright, He is despicable! Separate the creation from the creator!) 

(Disclaimer 3: Dr. Jack Bright is NOT Yandere In canon! This is Just for Fun and Not To Be taken seriously at all! Simping For Fictional Characters is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, Remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

-Headcanons With Yandere Dr. Jack Bright X Wife Reader- 

.Dr. Jack Bright is a chaotic man. 

.He also is very loyal to the foundation. 

.And he is loyal to his family. 

.These are three main facts about Jack. Another one is that he is in love with his wife. He is so in love that he is obsessed. 

.You, his darling wife. The love of his life, the woman he wants to bear his children. 

.Jack Bright was lucky enough to have you as his wife, for you to put up with his chaotic nature and to stand by his side. 

.Jack Bright's soul is tied to SCP 963, an amulet that anyone who touches has the soul gone and a copy of Jack Bright's soul remains in it unless removed in the first 30 days. After those 30 days, a permanent copy of Jack Bright's soul remains. 

.You were Immune to SCP 963. Abel to touch it without having your soul erased. 

.That is how you met Jack, you had an anomaly where you were your type of immortal and able to not be affected by some SCPs 

.Jack instantly felt you were someone that he could spend his life with. 

.Not only that, but when he had met your eyes he fell head over heels in love with you. 

.You were the perfect woman to be with him. Both of you were able to spend the rest of your time together. 

.Jack had stalked you and read your file, learning everything about you. 

.He was beyond obsessed with learning everything he could about you, and then he used the information to court you. 

.He loved to make you laugh and to tease you getting you flustered. 

.Seeing you give him a reaction of a blush, smile, and or laugh made his day. 

.When you had agreed to date him he was over the moon, then in a few years dating became marriage. 

.Everything seemed perfect for him and you. 

.Though Jack is still a yandere and even the best of yanderes have their toxic traits. 

.Anyone that dared hurt you ended up on keter duty and they did not make it out alive. 

.You also did start to notice that less and less people wanted to spend time with you. 

.Leaving you more time for yourself and your husband. 

.Jack told you it is probably because you are the site Commander's wife now. 

.He never gave you any reason not to trust him. 

.Jack cut out only a few people who could be around you, and even then he did not like you alone with them. 

.You never looked at another man or woman. Though he cannot help that one day you will leave him. 

.He has been so used to those he loves and those who were his family being taken away from him or leaving him. 

.So he has a deep fear this will happen to you. 

.Which makes him a very paranoid, protective, and clingy yandere. 

.He also likes to feed you and take care of you, loving when you get sick and he got to feed you, bathe you, and just look after you. 

.For him it made him feel like you needed him and just him. 

.Made you dependent on him, where all you need is your husband. 

.He was always pouty when you got better and would start to take care of yourself once more. 

.He is a very dotting, loving, and caring husband and yandere. 

.But we have to remember Jack Bright is a bit of a mad scientist. 

.So he has moments where his sanity is very unhinged. 

.Like a new researcher starts to hit on you, he would take sick pleasure in hurting them. 

.He also will sometimes go on rants to you that people are trying to steal you away from him. 

.That he knows this in his heart and that he is JUST TRYING TO keep you safe. 

.He has deep fears of losing you and this causes his mental health to be on the edge of sanity as a yandere of being stable and snapping. 

.He deals with rivals by giving them keter duty where they die or cutting them up with a chainsaw, slowly and painfully. 

.He has isolated you, where he has a firm hold on you and you do not even know it. 

.You have already accepted his love, but if you ever decide to leave him? Well, he loves taking care of you, he can take a leg or two and make the files say you terminated. 

.He is high enough up in the foundation where the foundation would not do anything to stop him. 

.YOU Help keep Jack Bright sane, so if you bring one or two legs fewer imprisoned by Jack Bright keeps Jack Bright Sane. Then That is for the greater good. 

.He can easily put you in containment as well since you are an anomaly. 

.That way you are trapped always and of Course Jack Bright will be your caregiver and or researcher. 

.This is all if you tried to leave him. 

.If you never leave him, you have nothing to worry about. 

.You and Jack will have a family and you and him will be happy together, forever, literally FOREVER! 

.Side note since he needs a new body every 30 days you always get a new physical lover that is Jack's new body. 

.So if imprisoned by him, you will never know what face your husband will have, if he is in a male body or female body. 

.It keeps you on edge, cause if you somehow did escape, you would NEVER know if your yandere husband was right there and you do not even realize it! 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my Sexy Muffins! 

[lilkittydollieep]

being a confident-ish individual and taking big girl steps outside of my comfort zone here's the link to my Ao3 story about my 963 rewrite that I just came up with a week ago.

I am actually really scared of posting this because I'm scared people will hate it and I'll get flamed (I am still very insecure about my writing skills) but everyone (nearly all my friends and family) who has read it before I posted it on Ao3 really loved it so that gave me a bit of confidence. I haven't actually written anything since 7th grade so sorry if it's a bit cringe or behind in some aspects.

First time stepping out of my comfort zone lets hope I don't regret this immensely.

[tarithenurse]

Inhuman

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader, eventually Loki x fem!reader, Stucky, more (some canon, some not). Word count: 963. Contents: Violence, gore, death. A/N: Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag.

Chapter 47

... Bucky’s PoV ...

It’s been a long night where the military has had to do more than simply contain the battle to the old centre of London, but Bucky is pleased to see that the enemy’s ranks are thinning. It’s a good thing all civilians had been evacuated as there is heavy damage to buildings and the casualties would have been countless.

He had followed [Y/N] as she was running from one soldier or the odd civilian (press mostly) to the other and she had even had to patch up Clint and Wanda as well to ensure they could continue. Wanda had been shielding a group of soldiers, but the constant fire the shield had taken had caused her to lose focus on what was coming at her back and she had been hurt instead. At least Vision had had the wits to grab the Sokovian and bring her to [Y/N].

More than once had [Y/N] been too late and her pain and frustration had either released a flood of curses that could have made coms melt their ears off…or it had been channelled into silent fury aimed at any enemy within her range.

She hadn’t killed any of the aliens to begin with, but that had changed when they found the car that had been turned into Swizz cheese. The weak metal encasing had not been enough to shield the little family inside it, and [Y/N] had grown taut and pale when she stared at the remains of the two children, a girl of maybe six years and an even younger boy. After that she hadn’t spared anything that blocked her path.

Now Bucky and [Y/N] are working their way up through a building that used to sport more than ten floors and overlook the Thames…by the time they reach the third floor there is nothing but open sky above their heads.

Bucky takes in the area in a split second: at the other end is Steve, delivering a wholesome ass-kicking to anything that’s stupid enough to get within his reach; [Y/N] is running straight to a soldier who is bend over a broken figure; and on the far left are the flashes of lightning that indicates where Thor is. On the other side of the water, lit by the first ray of sun, is a smoking trail that proves where the big, green Hulk has been before turning back towards them. Who’d have thought someone as calm as Banner could turn into a monster like that?

[Y/N] has only just pushed the injured person into the arms of the worried friend when a quartet of aliens, all different kind, on the Chitauri’s flying motorbikes roars past over their heads. A few figures leap off, most landing near Steve, but one lands just behind [Y/N] who is reaching for something in the rubble.

Bucky doesn’t have to think before he has placed himself between what turns out to be a Dark Elf and the woman he loves, and he grabs the arms of the creature, preventing it from swinging the big sword down to [Y/N]’s neck. It seems like an eternity as they struggle to get the upper hand, but Bucky’s metal fist is clamping down hard on the Elf’s wrist, making it drop the sword as the bones begin to crack. With a flurry, [Y/N] pirouettes past him and jams a long, ribbed, metal pole in between the scales of the back-armour, she only stops as she rests against the surprised looking fiend. With a grunt she pushes off and yanks the pole with her, and she must have hit the heart because the fire glowing in the Dark Elf’s eyes is extinguished.

“Nice job, doll.” He could kiss her, as she stands there out of breath with gleaming, violet eyes.

“You gotta save that for later.” Steve’s voice rings out.

Looking over to his friend, Bucky recognizes the smile, but it’s gone the next moment as something blasts against his shield, knocking him off balance. From behind [Y/N] and Bucky another flying hell-engine comes roaring and even though Bucky rips out the bottom of it with his left hand, it still manages to land another shot that tips Steve over the edge.

… Reader’s PoV ...

You’re running before he’s out of sight. Behind you, Bucky is ending the life of the Chitauri that fired, but it’s the pain from up ahead that nearly makes you stumble as you reach where there once was a wall.

Looking down, you can see Steve on a pile of rubble and you leap down without considering the landing. A sharp pain that spears your right leg tells you that it won’t be able to support you and you resort to crawling and dragging yourself up the heap to reach the Captain.

A groan is further evidence that he is alive but he has rebars poking through at his hip and shoulder. Frantically stopping the bleeding, you look up as something moves in your radar as well as the perimeter of your vision: a Dark Elf is standing over you, sneering as it points one of their guns at you, but the shot misses because something hits it hard on the shoulder.

It didn’t miss.

The realization leaves you numb and empty as you look down. You are vaguely aware of more of your friends arriving, but everything is drowned by a sickening, sinking feeling. The only thing you can see is the ugly gaping whole and you can feel the throat object to what must be a soundless scream as Steve’s body, now marred by a smouldering cavity, turns into a lifeless husk. The hole stretches from his shoulder to the lowest rib and is deep enough to even sever his spine.

[dertaglichedan]

US discount retailer begins epic 'going out of business' sales as it prepares to close all locations

Big Lots is beginning 'going out of business' sales at all its stores across the US, as it prepares to close its remaining locations. 

The discount retail chain filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy in September, and has already shut hundreds of stores nationwide. 

In a press release Thursday, the company said it would begin the sales at its 963 remaining locations, after a sale to a private equity firm fell through. 

More than 400 Big Lots stores have already closed this year, marking a 30 percent decrease in its footprint. 

In an email to employees shared with Nexstar, president and CEO Bruce Thorn said that the pending store closures could 'be reversed if we successfully complete a sale.'

He added that Big Lots is continuing its efforts to secure an alternative deal with the private equity firm Nexus Capital Management, or with another party.

'In the meantime, we will continue to serve our customers both in-store and online,' he continued. 

He added that a reduction in the workforce would be necessary, however, and layoffs would begin in January, KTLA reported. 

[shadowed-vigil]

a directory of sorts - all 2024 entries

all entries have been posted to ao3 here. below the cut are descriptions and direct links to each individual chapter.

1. steer - tumblr / ao3 verb: to guide the movement or course of (someone or something) characters: warrior of light, emet-selch, azem word count: 582 notes: endwalker spoilers for post-level 87 dungeon.

after elpis, arcelia considers those who came before.

2. horizon - tumblr / ao3 noun: the limit of a person's mental perception, experience, or interest characters: warrior of light, word count: 514 notes: no spoilers, primarily pre-arr. 

a child of the twelveswood longs to see more.

3. tempest - tumblr / ao3 noun: a raging storm characters: warrior of light, carvallain de gorgagne word count: 562 notes: takes place at the start of stormblood. 

carvallain considers his new guests. 

4. reticent - tumblr / ao3 adjective: not revealing one's thoughts or feelings readily. characters: warrior of light, carvallain de gorgagne word count: 911 notes: a direct continuation from horizon.

carvallain and the warrior of light have a conversation.

5. stamp - tumblr / ao3 noun: a distinctive character, indication, or mark characters: warrior of light word count: 571 notes: takes place post-heavensward.

arcelia considers what’s worth holding onto. 

6. halcyon - tumblr / ao3 adjective: denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful. characters: warrior of light, grinnaux de dzemael, paulecrain de fanouilley (i guess? barely to the guys) word count: 690 (nice) notes: spoilers through endwalker. 

arcelia contemplates her journey and what yet lies ahead.

7. morsel - tumblr / ao3 noun: a small piece or amount of food; a mouthful; a small piece or amount characters: warrior of light, vague mentions of grinnaux and paulecrain word count: 158 notes: heavensward era. 

they can be anything they want in the dark.

8. inquire - tumblr / ao3 verb: ask for information from someone. characters: warrior of light, paulecrain de fanouilley word count: 537 notes: heavensward era. 

arcelia and paulecrain and some (harmless) pillowtalk. 

9. lend an ear - tumblr / ao3 phrase of lend: to listen sympathetically or attentively. characters: warrior of light, thancred waters word count: 969 (nice) notes: post-level 87 dungeon. 

arcelia is reeling. thancred does what he can to help.

10. stable - tumblr / ao3

adjective: not likely to give way or overturn; firmly fixed; not deteriorating in health after an injury or operation. characters: warrior of light, word count: 702 notes: endwalker spoilers. 

the warrior of light does not wake up on the ragnarok. 

11. surrogate - tumblr / ao3 noun: a substitute, especially a person deputizing for another in a specific role or office. characters: warrior of light, carvallain de gorgagne word count: 1614 notes: takes place just before stormblood; a continuation of sorts from reticent. nsfw, explicit mentions of sex. (sorry, carv.) carvallain entertains an unexpected guest. 

12. quarry - tumblr / ao3 noun: an animal pursued by a hunter, hound, predatory mammal, or bird of prey; a thing or person that is chased or sought. characters: grinnaux de dzemael, paulecrain de fanouilley, warrior of light word count: 963 notes: takes place early heavensward, after the tribunal. an alternative pov of blasphemous. teehee.

grinnaux and paulecrain attend a ball. the warrior of light attends, too. 

13. butte - tumblr / ao3 noun: an isolated hill with steep sides and a flat top characters: warrior of light word count: 332 notes: stormblood era.

arcelia takes a moment for herself.

14. telling - tumblr / ao3 adjective: having a striking or revealing effect; significant. characters: warrior of light, grinnaux de dzemael, paulecrain de fanouilley word count: 754 notes: takes place during endwalker, sometime after the level 83 quests.

arcelia wishes that things were different.

15. interlude - tumblr / ao3 noun: a pause between the acts of a play. characters: warrior of light, grinnaux de dzemael word count: 89 notes: heavensward era. pillowtalk fluff.

softness where it shouldn’t be. (so she thinks, anyway.)

16. third-rate - tumblr / ao3 adjective: of inferior or very poor quality. characters: warrior of light, paulecrain de fanouilley word count: 974 notes/warnings: heavensward era. explicit nsfw; she humps his leg :/

arcelia tries to be a little more honest with herself.

17. sally - tumblr / ao3 noun: a sudden charge out of a besieged place against the enemy; a brief journey or sudden start into activity. characters: warrior of light, grinnaux de dzemael word count: 1977 notes/warnings**: rape/noncon; consensual nonconsent if you squint. takes place during the vault. a bad end au/noncanonical for my wol.

against her better judgement, arcelia holds her shots.

18. hackneyed - tumblr / ao3 adjective: lacking significance through having been overused; unoriginal and trite. characters: warrior of light, grinnaux de dzemael, paulecrain de fanouilley word count: 473 notes: heavensward era; general fluff. arcelia wonders how long things will last.

19. taken - tumblr / ao3 verb: capture characters: warrior of light, paulecrain de fanouilley word count: 878 notes/warnings: a (sort of) continuation from sally. nothing explicit in this chapter, but as it does reference the previous entry, there are mentions of past noncon/implied noncon.

arcelia wakes up somewhere new. 

20. duel - tumblr / ao3 noun: a contest with deadly weapons arranged between two people in order to settle a point of honor; a contest between two parties. characters: warrior of light, grinnaux de dzemael, paulecrain de fanouilley word count: 659 notes: heavensward fluff. grinnaux considers the tribunal and what comes after.

21. shade - tumblr / ao3 noun: a ghost. characters: warrior of light word count: 123 notes: post-hw era. 

arcelia considers her shadow.

22. take - tumblr / ao3 verb: remove (someone or something) from a particular place. characters: warrior of light, mentions of grinnaux and paulecrain word count: 424 notes: post-heavensward era; an alternative idea for the "taken" prompt day.

arcelia loses more than she thinks. 

23. on cloud nine - tumblr / ao3 idiom: blissfully happy. characters: warrior of light, grinnaux de dzemael, paulecrain de fanouilley word count: 348 notes: post-endwalker.

arcelia experiences an emotion.

24. bar - tumblr / ao3 noun: a measure of music or the time of a piece of music. characters: warrior of light, her mother, grinnaux de dzemael word count: 1011 notes: pre-arr into early hw. arcelia’s mother teaches her how to sing. arcelia keeps the practice close to her heart.

25. perpetuity - tumblr / ao3 noun: the state or quality of lasting forever. characters: grinnaux de dzemael, paulecrain de fanouilley word count: 92 notes: post-endwalker.

grinnaux and paulecrain go shopping. 

26. zip - tumblr / ao3 verb: to fasten; to move at high speed.  or, the idiom, zip [your lip]: to say nothing or stop talking.  characters: warrior of light, her father word count: 448 notes: endwalker spoilers; takes place sometime post-85 dungeon.

arcelia says hi to her dad after all these years.

27. memory - tumblr / ao3 noun: something remembered from the past; a recollection. characters: grinnaux de dzemael, paulecrain de fanouilley, warrior of light word count: 569 notes: takes place sometime between hw and ew.

grinnaux thinks of what was. 

28. deleterious - tumblr / ao3 adjective: causing harm or damage. characters: warrior of light + another warrior of light :^) word count: 338 notes: an au of an au i’m cooking with a friend…hehe. references to being held hostage/implications/etc. cw stabbing. (yes, utena is on the moodboard.)

arcelia’s escape attempt doesn’t go as planned. 

29. lapse - tumblr / ao3 verb: come to an end. characters: paulecrain de fanouilley, warrior of light word count: 664 notes: endwalker spoilers.

one last night before the end of the world. 

30. two heads are better than one. - tumblr / ao3 idiom: used to say that it is easier for two people who help each other to solve a problem than it is for one person to solve a problem alone. characters: grinnaux de dzemael, paulecrain de fanouilley, warrior of light word count: 1007 notes: endwalker spoilers.

after so much survival, they’re finally afforded the chance to live.

[ryttu3k]

AND. IT IS. DONE. 69,300 total, 963 for the night. Just over 69,000 words (nice), took about nine and a half months; finished it one year and one and a half days after starting Baldur's Gate 3 for the first time. Definitely not my fastest writing, but it was a fun process!

Next, editing, although I've been doing a lot of that as I go. Stay tuned for chapter 1 of Sweet Things, coming soon!

[dhr-ao3]

Ashes Of Bloodlines

Ashes Of Bloodlines https://ift.tt/vonI42b by Dragonlover13x Words: 963, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Dramione Effect ❤️ Fandoms: Harry Potter RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy & Narcissa Black Malfoy Additional Tags: Mentioned Harry Potter, Mentioned Ginny Weasley, Mentioned Luna Lovegood, Mentioned Ron Weasley, Mentioned Theodore Nott, Ron Weasley Bashing, Past Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, dramione - Freeform, Possessive Draco Malfoy, Top Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/XVfaWSE April 28, 2025 at 11:31PM

[newswoop]

New chapter dropped

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63419953/chapters/164011111

[drawingsfromthefrogwar]

teenage jay and mickey !

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

She said take your time whats the rush? (I said baby im a dog im a mutt)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QiylhCc by xoxokitten_cat Damian wayne’s always been curious about you, today it’s time he finds an answer to his questions Words: 963, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: DCU (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Damian Wayne, Jonathan Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Bruce Wayne, Jon Kent Relationships: Damian Wayne/You, Damian Wayne/Reader, Damian Wayne & Reader, Damian Wayne & You Additional Tags: Damian Wayne is Robin, Damian Wayne is So Whipped, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Idk What Tags read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QiylhCc

[theyanderespecialist]

Beneath A Moonless Sky🌌Part 13 Chapters 23: Alpha Abel X Omega Jack Bright (SCP)

You can find the story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44606512/chapters/112211479 

 Written By: https://archiveofourown.org/users/GavImp/pseuds/GavImp and https://archiveofourown.org/users/MultiFanGirlWickedPony/pseuds/MultiFanGirlWickedPony

Artwork of Abel (SCP 076-2) X Dr. Jack Bright is done by one of the creators of this story:   

Tumblr: 

@gavimp

 In this world, related to the stories of "Ethical Treatment and Ethical Treatment - Montauk Incident" about an alternate universe where the Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics are the norm, things have been upside down for Dr. Jack Bright once he met the immortal warrior Able (SCP 076-2) and awakening feelings they never felt before with significant consequences for both of them and the organization. As well as how it was affected by the tragedy of MTF Omega Seven, actions did for the Foundation in this case when unpredicted results arrived for this unlikely bond. And ultimately the hard choices had to be made at the end for the greater good. Also in this world, Dr. Bright wasn't killed by Able and trapped in SCP 963. As you progress in the story, you'll find out. Warning for explicit sexual content (though with consent). This is your last warning. (Fic title and some scenes inspired by the song of the musical "Love Never Dies" - Beneath a Moonless Sky.) Disclaimer: Jack Bright and Abel (SCP 076) Are not a canon couple. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Shipping characters is fine as long as you do not be illegal or gross. Also, separate fiction from reality and headcanon from Canon.

[ao3feed-johnnylawrence]

At the Beach

by calculatorisbae Daniel and Johnny are back at the beach after training Sam and Robby. They see a group of teenagers and are reminded of how they met. When two of the boys kiss it awakens the question if that's what they should've been doing too. Words: 963, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Cobra Kai (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Additional Tags: First Kiss, continuing s6e10, Fluff via https://ift.tt/CAvqSVt