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literallydontknowdontcare · 2 years ago

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Don't Try Me

[FNAF Movie] Vanessa x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: angst (happy ending), smut (rough), annoyed top!Vanessa, bottom!femreader, established relationship, Vanessa wears a strap, Mike being scared of Foxy, Reader also being a security guard

a/n: this is my first time writing since years ago. Ignore the present/ past tense f ups, I can’t be bothered to fix it sorry </3

w/c: 1663

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You should have known not to tease Vanessa. From your hand brushing against hers when Mike wasn’t looking, to you bending over to ‘help’ with building a fort Abby wanted for the animatronics, it was all too obvious for Vanessa not to notice. It just so happened to be that she was intentionally teasing you as well by avoiding your advances.

“I’ll get the sheets for the roof”, Vanessa says, rolling over and standing up from her current position underneath the fort. You looked between her walking away and Mike who was currently eyeing the Fox animatronic in fear.

“I’ll help!”, you pipe up, deciding that saving Mike from killer robots wasn’t as good as possibly getting railed. As you walk in the dark room, you find Vanessa about to bend over to reach the sheets. “Need help officer?”, you practically purr in her ear, squeezing in-between Vanessa and the box shelves at the last second, making her grind against your ass. She sighs behind you, allowing her hand to drift down your back and onto your ass as you stand back up.

“You’re needy today”, she murmured, tilting your head upwards to meet her gaze. You pouted. “That’s what happens when you ignore your girlfriend and take the shifts where you know I’m free”, you say.

Vanessa rolled her eyes, stepping away from you and taking the sheets off your hands. “I don’t choose my shifts. You act as if I’d rather lock up drunken middle aged men then wake up in our bed”. She headed towards the door.

“Maybe those men would touch me more than you do”, you grumble in a soft tone so she can’t overhear. Unfortunately, your girlfriend was sharper than foxy’s hook, meaning she immediately whipped around and narrowed her eyes. “Would you like to repeat that?”, she said strictly. Knowing you were way out of line, you should have said nothing. But being deprived from any sort of sexual touch for a good week, you doubled down.

“I said”, you took a step forward, “Maybe the same drunken men you locked up tonight could find the time to touch me more often and better than you do”. Vanessas jaw clenched, her hand drifting down her stomach in an annoying attractive fashion to her radio, shutting off the person beginning to talk on the other line. For a good solid 10 seconds, it was completely silent. No annoying static of the police radio, no animatronics singing and dancing in the background, just you and your extremely pissed girlfriend in an almost pitch black room, listening to the sounds of each others rapid breathing.

Vanessa made the first move. She pushed you roughly against the shelves, her hands immediately reaching for your breasts underneath your shirt. You gasped out loud as she ripped open the buttons and pushed her face against the top of your breasts that threatened to spill out of your lace bra. She began sucking and biting the top of the soft flesh, distracting you from her hands that were now reaching to unclasp her belt and pull out something unexpected.

“Vanessa, I-“, you began, your head spinning from the quickness of it all. She removed herself from your breasts and began pinching your left nipple with one hand, the other hand still being mysteriously missing in the dark.

“What, isn’t this what you wanted?”, you could almost see the grin emitting from her cockiness. “I hope you didn’t expect me to pepper your pretty princess pussy with kisses, did you?”, she teased. You whimper at her question, a knot starting to grow in your stomach. She stopped squeezing your nipple and quickly pulled down your shorts, slapping your panties harshly, making you jump. “Answer me”, she demanded.

But you couldn’t. With what little light was left in the room, you simply stared at her through your eyelashes, your breasts rising and falling as you plead with your eyes.

She noticed. “Not good enough, is it”, she sighed, “So disappointing”. You widen your eyes, not because of her disappointment, but because of her hand finally returning from wherever it went. *Holy shit*

In the dim light you could just barely make out a large mushroom tip strap. You looked back up at Vanessa, her hand softly stroking it, her lips now almost touching yours, and a look that made you think she was about to swallow you whole.

“Panties down”, she said, one hand heading to rest on your throat whilst the other tapped on your thighs to spread them open. You blush, your senses heightened as all you could think, see, hear, touch and smell was Vanessa. You pried your purple laced panties off of you; to no ones surprise, they were soaked from your arousal, so they took a little effort to pry off.

If you could sense a smirk, you definitely were sensing one from Vanessa right now. The initial touch from her strap was soft, almost caring. She gently rubbed it along your folds, smiling at the noises it made when in contact with your dripping entrance. She began to slowly push the tip in, before taking it back out and slapping it roughly against your already puffy clit. You jump with a loud cry before Vanessa’s hand slaps over your mouth. It’s quiet again for a few seconds as you both listen for anyone realising how long you guys were taking. The music from Freddy started. Good.

She turned back around and narrowed her eyes. “Always whining, aren’t you?”

“You ask a lot of questions”, you blurt.

With that, she roughly shoves the whole strap inside. Your breath hitched as you clasped your hands at the back of Vanessa’s neck, pulling her neck closer to your mouth as an attempt to stop yourself from making any loud noises. She thrusted the strap in and out rapidly, her hands grasping your hips and digging her fingers in so hard you knew purple bruises would emerge. Your pussy clenched harshly around the length, making it harder for Vanessa to move. You were gasping for air at this point, your legs faltering with every movement. Vanessa moved her thumb to your clit and pressed down hard, making you cry out. “Slo- slow down”, you manage to get out. Her pace slows, before realising she was still mad at you, and she picked up the pace again.

The shelves behind you began to rattle as her pace increased and you were clinging to her waist like your life depended on it. You couldn’t silence your moans anymore; it just felt too good. “Nessy, fuck, I need to-“, you were cut off as she shoved two fingers into your mouth. “Wait”, she barked.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your ability to think gone. Just as you thought you were about to lose it, she pulled out entirely before slamming back into your flooded pussy. Letting out a silent scream, you cum around her strap, scratching your nails down her clothed shirt. She let you ride out your high, slowing down her pace before pulling out to let you recover.

You flop your head beneath her neck, letting your breath get back to normal as Vanessa softly rubbed your back and hip bruises. She hadn’t really said much. She was the less talkative one of you two during sex; she preferred letting her body and facial expressions say what she needed to get across. But her not saying anything after was worrying you.

You lift up your head to her reaching for a towel on the shelf behind you. As she began to clean up your thighs and her hands, you decided to break the silence.

“Are we alright?”

Vanessa paused. “Hm?”

“Are we good? Are we okay? Is everything copacetic?”, you quote what she said to you when you first met.

The corner of her mouth twitched, though she threw the towel on the floor and began to fix her pants.

“I am trying, you know”, she says grimly. You tilt your head. “With the crime rate going up, and the shifts they are making me take, and.. all of ‘this”, she gestures to the door, referring to the animatronics, Mike and Abby. “Look, I’ll try and see if anyone can fill in for me. Alright?” She looked as if she were about to cry.

You wince. “Vanessa.. no”, you felt immensely guilty for making her angry just so you could have some attention.

“No?”

“I’m sorry”, you cup your hands around her face and she closes her eyes. “I know you’re exhausted. I shouldn’t have said what I said to make you act out. And even though I miss you, other people out there need someone like you. I can wait, I promise”, you lean in, gently kissing her cheek.

Vanessa swallows the lump in her throat. She hated crying. She hated this room. She hated what her father made her do. But she could never hate you.

“I love you. It’s just- I love you”, she says softly.

“I know”

She leans in to kiss you when all of a sudden: “VANESSA? Y/N? How’s it going with those sheets???”, Mikes voice rings from outside. In the distance, you could hear that the animatronics song had finished, and the stage was now playing disco music. Abby squealed with delight in the background.

“Yeah, Mike, we found em. Give us a second”, Vanessa called out.

You blushed as she helped you redress, fixing your hair and makeup so it looked like you didn’t go through a trainwreck. She smiled as you fixed her tie and picked up the sheets needed for the fort. As you dragged her to the door and opened it to find Mike squeezed in a corner, watching Foxy on the other side of the hallway with immense suspicion and fear, Vanessa made a mental note to remind her father that killing you wouldn’t be an option.

#fnaf vanessa x reader #vanessa shelly x reader #fnaf vanessa #vanessa shelly #vanny #fnaf mike #fnaf movie #five nights at freddys #vanessa monroe #fnaf x y/n

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cheemscakecat · 5 months ago

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The old Jedi would not know what to do with Luke.

Anakin was seen as a handful, but the Jedi could still command and control him. He was only a little boy when he was cut off from seeing his mother, and when the Jedi started drilling it into him that his personality was a problem he needed to grow out of.

He respected them, they were the authority figures in his life. He just wanted them to see him as someone worthy of respect too, instead of a problem child.

But they still talked down to him, even after all he did in the Clone Wars. Anakin was susceptible to Palpatine playing the part of a kind father figure because the Jedi treated him so badly.

He was so depressed when he met Padme again and his mom dying was the final straw. Padme stuck with him, but believed they needed to keep their stations as a Senator and Jedi to make the galaxy a better place.

Neither of them were in the right headspace for Anakin to leave the Jedi and seek a different life. He still wanted to be a Jedi, and wasn’t he supposed to be the chosen one? Surely he had to keep trying, he had to prove that Qui Gon was right. Had to prove himself.

Luke wouldn’t have thrived either if he was taken to the Jedi as a child. But if he travelled back in time as an adult?

That man thinks like a good old moisture farmer. Some of the most moral, trustworthy folks you could find on Tatooine. And they don’t take nonsense from anybody.

He respects Obi Wan and Yoda. But he doesn’t agree with them all the time or take all their words as gospel. He was turning down Obi Wan about rescuing Leia, saying he had to go home and he wasn’t qualified to help. Left Dagoba to save his friends, because he can’t just leave them behind to train.

And he didn’t give up on reasoning with Vader, even when told nobody comes back from the dark side. He believes people can redeem themselves.

Luke isn’t set in the strict and cultish ways that the Jedi had in their last days. That’s something Disney didn’t understand.

He’s like the ancient Jedi, the ones who were normal people who happened to have the force. That’s how he operates. Who says you have to train since childhood, away from all your family, in this temple system?

He doesn’t have all the same information and training, but he has an outsider’s perspective. Luke Skywalker doesn’t put the Jedi in the same box they built for themselves before the fall. And he would make that known.

He would get along swimmingly with Qui Gon and Quinlan Vos. Vos operated outside of the Order and was looked down upon for it. I can see those two sitting and joking for hours, racing each other with Luke on a Speeder and Quinlan parkoring through the trees.

Qui Gon tried to be civil and work as a member of the Jedi, even when they looked down on him. He believed someone like Anakin could change things, so of course he’d be excited meeting Luke.

Wouldn’t it be a relief to hear another person call out the Jedi on their overzealous rules? This Skywalker, who spoke of Count Dooku potentially being redeemable and said he understood why the man left? Nobody else would have said it out loud. Mace Windu would find the man infuriating. An outsider with no right to speak about the Jedi’s ways. Do you know what he said, when Mace told him he was not fit to call himself a Jedi, much less a master?

“I’d rather not fit your definition of a Jedi. This” he gestured at the Council “isn’t something to aspire to. You’re all so high up you can’t see the ground. You can barely see the other Jedi who are a floor beneath you.

I prefer to have my feet back on solid ground, with the people who live there.”

“You said your name is Skywalker.” Luke shrugged and chuckled.

”I like to fly. I’m a decent pilot. But looking at a world from orbit only shows a fraction of it. Landing, seeing what’s on the ground is important. There are so many lights you can’t see from space. So many sounds that Air Traffic Control sees as a distraction.

The sound of a child singing along to a song, the sound of old locals bickering, the sound of animals in the trees. They’re best experienced in person. The Jedi haven’t gone down to listen in a long, long time.”

Mace could say Luke’s not a Jedi, but then what is he? He uses the light side of the Force and has good morals and does his best to work with the personality traits he has.

Maybe he does have that impatient streak and fierce anger, but he’s learned to manage them. Instead of repressing them and assuming they’ll lead to the dark side.

You can’t call Skywalker a servant of the dark side, even when you vehemently disagree about Sith being capable of redemption. And he knows enough, is skilled enough, that you can’t just write him off as part of the unwashed masses.

So what is Luke then? Living proof that Jedi can function without the Council and Temple and Dogma. Proof that Anakin could have thrived if he wasn’t raised separated from his old life and to think he was wrong for having the traits he was born with.

Would he fade away if he changed the timeline? Or would he create a new, separate timeline and wind up back in his version of the future?

Luke would probably try not to sound like a crazy man, talking about the Chancellor. Instead of being able to oust Palpatine, I believe he would change the timeline by making a difference in people’s lives.

Qui Gon was surprised to see Skywalker insisting that Anakin needed his mother; and if the Jedi were so set on isolating kids, he’d buy her freedom himself and train the boy outside of the Order. He’d never really questioned the virtue of separating parent and child, but when Luke called it out? Really made him think.

Nobody could deny that Skywalker and the small child with the same name hit it off. They were both from Tatooine and loved to tinker and loved to fly. Some even wondered if Luke was the father, which made him burst out laughing and point out the flaws in that theory.

Shmi still ended up marrying Owen’s father when she was freed, but let Anakin go with Skywalker to become a Jedi. Somehow she knew the two of them would come to visit, just like he promised.

Years later, Luke would find a way to return to his own timeline. And it would be time for him to go home, with precious memories with his father, grandmother, and uncle that he never dreamed he’d experience.

The Anakin Skywalker he left behind would be okay. He had learned how to deal with his emotions in a healthy way. He didn’t hang on the Jedi’s every word.

He was so much more calm and happy. He didn’t care what the Order said about him when he and Padme announced their marriage. Anakin had questioned why she’d deny herself happiness for her career, and she saw that he had a point.

Of course Luke stuck around for the ceremony, alongside many Jedi like Qui Gon who left the Order after seeing there was an alternative. He left an Obi Wan and Yoda who weren’t so stifled by the Order, and who made it better for it.

It would be much later that Anakin would realize the other Skywalker was his son. He grew into the same face and voice and powers. And he would find a hologram from his master, too.

Explaining that he was from a timeline where the Jedi failed the Chosen One and he fell to the dark. Reassuring Anakin that he redeemed himself in the end, and that the evil Empire was defeated. Calling him dad and saying he was glad they got to get to know each other properly.

#star wars legends #this isn’t Disney’s version of Luke. They did not understand him.#Star wars #Star Wars au #star wars prequels #Luke Skywalker #Anakin Skywalker #prequel trilogy #time travel au

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mister-e-muss · 5 months ago

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Time for the first backlog report from 2025

Super Mario RPG:

It truly is remarkable just how much this game has done. This was originally a Super Nintendo game created jointly by Square Enix. So very much of it has gone on to become Mario RPG foundations. A penchant for humor, actions that require timings for the player to squeeze the most damage out of, even playable Bowser all got its start here.

Even without much of the extended lore and ideas from the Mario universe, square managed to craft an excellent game with a fun world and an engaging, if rather simple story.

Yoko Shimamura does excellent work in the soundtrack, making something that sounds very Mario while also sounded very distinct. (Although I am of the opinion that the remake’s version doesn’t quite have the same impact.)

As an added bonus: It’s Short. For the genre, 12 hours is Nothing. I’m finding that to be a plus more and more, because if I’m not having fun, it can’t drag on. Even games I like can get weary when I’m on hour 50 of 100. Being able to finish this on a trip was a great experience.

Final Fantasy IX:

The right game can come at the wrong time. Some of them that you may have not liked at first deserve second chances. This was my experience with Final Fantasy IX. I’d started it in college, but found that it didn’t quite grab me for how hyped its fans talk about it. (Renowned YouTube personality ProJared goes so far as to describe it as ‘the platonic ideal of Final Fantasy.’) I initially found its characters to be one-note, and its world to be bland and uninteresting. I’m someone who always appreciates a dash of science to my fantasy, and the way VII and VIII blurred the lines between genres was one of the things that set them apart from dozens of other games. My initial feeling was that in trying to pursue idealized fantasy, Square had forgotten to make anything unique in this world. I was about seven hours in, just past Gizamaluke, and not really disabused of this opinion when I forgot about this game entirely.

Then, late last year, I decided to restart the game and see if it could grab me this time. And I loved it.

While the soundtrack is far from my favorite in the series, it’s still solid and provides more variety than I initially thought. The characters are charming, and the variation in their design makes for an interesting art style. Any complaints I had about IX perhaps lacking in imagination were completely blown out by the time I reached Cleyra. (Giant tree in the desert protected by giant sandstorm is such a tasty idea.) Even the supposed ‘pure fantasy’ complaint was undermined by mist technology and steam engines and artificially created Black Mages. Then the Invincible and Garland showed up and I had no legs to stand on.

I will say though that the ATB in this one was slow. The bars themselves fill up at a moderate pace, Haste is a late game ability, and there’s a noticeable pause between when you click on an option and when it happens. When you have all four party members, you’re basically just playing with regular turns. Previous games had magic take a few moments to cast depending on how strong it is, so you could squeeze in a Phoenix down while your healer was ready to cast. Here, actions play out exactly as they’re entered.

One thing that I can praise without caveat is the equipment and ability system. I initially took it to be grind-y and slow. Then I found out that you could learn abilities twice as fast if you have two pieces with the same ability on it, and the AP went from one of my least favorite aspects, to probably one of my favorite progression systems in FF. It’s nowhere near as deep or complex as the Materia and “Whatever-The-Hell-VIII-had-going-on” systems, but it’s also nowhere near as unwieldy. At it’s best, you have a system that lets you focus down more vital abilities while saving larger abilities as long-term goals.

If I were somehow in charge of a remake of IX, there are only a few adjustments I’d make.

1. Speed up the battles. Don’t change gameplay genres entirely, because the turn based gameplay isn’t something that needs ‘solving,’ but maybe make it so that my party doesn’t have a giant backlog of actions to take.

2. Voice acting. This game has plenty of cinematography and vibrant character design. Add a capable voice cast and these characters can truly live.

3. Make unavailable party members give up their equipment. Or at least allow the player to tweak their equipment even outside of the party. (It gets tiring buying two sets of armor because you can’t remember if you have enough for Steiner and Freya both.)

4. Maybe touch up the localization. There’s nothing grievously wrong with it, but Kuja probably shouldn’t talk quite so casually, considering the piano and class he has going on in his theme. (Freya didn’t read quite right to me either. IDK, someone who knows the Japanese script, correct me if I’m wrong.)

#backlog report #super mario rpg #final fantasy ix #final fantasy 9 #ffix #ff9 #final fantasy

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venactricisfics · 3 months ago

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Bound by Instinct: A Teen Wolf Story

Chapter Fifteen

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“Everyone who wants to live—Follow me.”

Scott’s words sounded like they were from a cheesy action movie. The kind I’d watch with Scott and Stiles when they were at Derek’s loft. That seemed like a lifetime ago. So much had changed since then.

Now we were here in a warehouse, being chased by rabid wolves into what was sure to be another elaborate trap. If it wasn’t so infuriating, I’m sure Peter would have been impressed by our captor's effort to get us here.

Peter scoffed beside me, clearly unimpressed with Scott’s grandstanding. “If we survive this, remind me to introduce you to a thesaurus.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t deny that part of me agreed. It wasn’t exactly inspiring. And yet, some of the wolves listened. They hesitated, torn between the instincts that had been beaten into them and the promise of something different. A few took slow, tentative steps toward Scott. Others stayed rooted in place, their bodies rigid with indecision.

And then there were the ones who had already made their choice.

A snarl echoed through the warehouse, followed by a blur of motion. One of the remaining wolves lunged, aiming straight for Scott’s throat.

Peter moved first. His reaction was swift, brutal. He intercepted the wolf mid-air, slamming him down with a sickening crunch that made me wince. “That’s the problem with the whole leadership through kindness thing,” Peter drawled, baring his teeth at the others. “Sometimes, they just don’t deserve saving.”

Scott shot him a glare. “That’s not your call.”

“No?” Peter shoved the struggling wolf’s face into the ground, his claws digging in deep. “Then tell me, Alpha, are you planning on dragging them all out of here, even the ones who would rather tear you apart?”

I swallowed hard, gripping Scott’s arm before he could argue. “He’s right.” I hated saying it. I hated agreeing with Peter when he was like this. But we didn’t have time for Scott to convince everyone. And the ones who had already chosen violence weren’t going to stop.

Scott exhaled through his nose, his anger barely restrained. But he didn’t argue. Instead, he turned his attention to the ones who had listened.

“Go,” he ordered. “Get out of here. Now.”

Some of them bolted, sprinting toward the corridor we’d come from. The others—those who had stood their ground—shifted, their eyes glowing as they prepared to attack.

Declan laughed from his perch, watching us like we were putting on a show just for him. “Now this is entertaining.”

Peter let out a long sigh. “I swear, if we make it out of here, I’m going to rip that smug grin off his face myself.”

I cracked my knuckles and met Scott’s gaze. “Let’s take care of the rest.”

We held our ground as the wolves closed in, Scott on one side of me, Peter on the other. Too many had turned against us. Even if Scott wasn’t willing to kill, I knew Peter was. And if it came down to it, so was I.

But the choice wasn’t ours anymore.

My back hit something solid, and the moment it shifted under my weight, overhead lights blazed to life, flooding the space with harsh, artificial brightness. I blinked against the sudden glare, my stomach dropping as I took in our surroundings.

We weren’t just backed into a corner—we were trapped. A massive cage enclosed us, cutting off any escape.

Beyond the bars, bleachers lined the perimeter, packed with spectators. A roar of voices filled the air, a deafening chant rising above the chaos.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

My hands curled into fists. We hadn’t just walked into a trap.

We had been delivered to an audience.

Declan’s voice rang out over the roaring crowd, smooth and theatrical, like a ringmaster introducing the night’s main event.

“Three of the fiercest werewolves stand before you,” he declared, pacing just beyond the bars. “Scott McCall, a True Alpha.” His tone dripped with mock admiration. “Peter Hale, the infamous, psychotic former Alpha.”

Then his gaze landed on me, and a slow smirk spread across his face.

“And we also have a rare treat tonight. The only known living Sigma wolf. She’s been calling herself Nova.”

The crowd erupted, chanting my name like I was some kind of spectacle. My skin crawled.

Peter let out a low, dangerous chuckle beside me. “Well, he certainly knows how to put on a show.”

Scott clenched his jaw. “This isn’t a show.”

I exhaled sharply, my fists tightening.

No. This was a warning. A declaration.

And we were the main attraction.

There was nothing like the sweet scent of denial.

That’s what I’d done when I first stepped into the warehouse, when I first saw the wolves in cages. I’d buried the truth under layers of anger, distraction, and denial. Told myself that we could fight our way out, that maybe I was overthinking it. That maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t all part of some elaborate plot to drag us to the center of this cage.

But it was.

It was all part of their sick plan to feed their twisted thirst. To put us on display. To turn us into nothing more than prey for this bloodthirsty crowd.

Our blood.

The scent of sweat, fear, and anticipation filled the air as the crowd’s roar echoed off the walls. I could feel their hunger, their need for violence, for chaos. They weren't here for a fight. They were here for blood. And it wasn’t just any blood—it was ours.

Scott’s stance stiffened beside me, and I could feel his pulse thrum, faster, more erratic. He hated this, hated being the center of attention, but his Alpha presence was undeniable. Peter, on the other hand, was silent, his blue eyes flicking over the crowd like a predator calculating his next move.

And me? I had to fight the urge to lash out. To tear through the cage, rip through the wolves who'd turned on us, and shut this whole thing down in an instant. But the smell of my own fear mixed with theirs, and I knew that I had to keep my cool. We needed to think our way out.

We had to survive long enough for the others to find us.

The crowd’s chant rang louder.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

It was as if the world had paused. All that mattered was what came next, and none of us were ready to give them what they wanted.

I sucked in a deep breath, feeling the heat build inside me. The wolf, the animal that had been clawing at my insides for what felt like forever, wanted to be freed. Maybe, just maybe, this was the moment to let her out. There was no time for hesitation, no time for restraint. If I wanted to survive, if we all wanted to survive, I needed to let go.

I could control her. I had to. At least, I hoped I could.

Scott's eyes flicked to me, confusion and concern clouding his expression as I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it aside without a second thought.

“What are you doing?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, trying to make sense of my actions.

“I didn’t bring any more clothes,” I said, a hint of irony in my voice. “You all get uncomfortable when I’m naked.”

He froze, his gaze lingering on me for a fraction too long. I ignored it, shimmying out of my jeans with practiced ease. There wasn’t time for modesty.

I dropped to my hands and knees. The change was instant. My spine arched, my bones cracked, and muscles stretched as fur rippled across my skin. Golden eyes lit up in the dim light as my human form disappeared, replaced by the wolf I’d learned to control. But now, she was different. More powerful. More instinctive.

A growl rumbled from deep within me, vibrating the very air around us. It wasn’t a warning. It was a challenge.

The wolves in front of me hesitated, their eyes flicking nervously between me and the crowd. I moved forward, each step calculated, my claws clicking on the cold ground. They growled in response, but it wasn’t enough. I shoved them back, pushing them with the raw power of the shift.

They yelped as they were jolted by the electric fence, their bodies convulsing with the shock, their movements erratic as they scrambled away. It wasn’t enough to break their spirit, but it was enough to keep them at bay.

The crowd roared, feeding off the tension in the air, but all I could focus on was the immediate threat. The wolves that were still circling, still sizing us up, still hoping to tear us apart.

We weren’t just fighting for our lives now. We were fighting for something more. Something we couldn’t afford to lose.

Scott growled low in his throat, his eyes glowing red as he squared his shoulders, taking a step forward. The wolves hesitated, their eyes flicking between Scott, Peter, and me. The fear was palpable, thick enough to taste in the air. They could feel the power radiating off us, but fear didn’t always make wolves more docile. Sometimes, it made them more dangerous.

“Use their fear,” Peter said, his voice a harsh command, his fangs gleaming in the dim light. He growled again, stepping closer to one of the wolves, pushing it with the sheer weight of his presence. “Show them what happens when they challenge us.”

Scott met my eyes for a brief moment. He wasn’t sure. I could tell. But there wasn’t time to second-guess. If we were going to get out of here alive, we had to push forward—force the wolves into submission. Scott, the Alpha, had to make them submit.

He let out a sharp growl, his voice breaking through the tension like a crack of thunder. “You will listen,” he commanded, his eyes glowing like a beacon of authority.

The pack wavered, uncertainty clouding their movements.

I pushed forward, letting the animal take full control. With one swift movement, I darted between two of the wolves, a blur of fur and muscle. I snarled, low and threatening, and the wolves backed off, their bodies stiff with hesitation.

“They’re afraid,” Scott repeated, his voice more sure now. He was channeling the fear, using it to command respect.

Peter, on the other hand, was all aggression. He lunged, his claws slashing through the air with dangerous precision. Another wolf yelped and scrambled back toward the electric fence.

“Fear works in our favor,” Peter growled, eyes flashing blue as he shoved another wolf into the barrier.

The remaining wolves were growing desperate, but they could feel the shift in the air—could feel the weight of our power pressing down on them. Scott was right. They were afraid. And now, they didn’t know what to do with that fear. They were being pushed into submission, but the urge to fight was still there, bubbling beneath the surface.

I leapt forward, targeting the largest wolf in the pack. My teeth sank into his thick fur, and I didn’t hesitate to tear through it, finding the warm flesh beneath. He yelped, a pained whimper escaping him as he crumpled to the ground, bowing in submission. His eyes met mine, filled with defeat, and I hovered over him, watching, waiting for any sign of rebellion, but he remained low, tail tucked beneath him.

The roar of the crowd filled my ears, a deafening wave of noise. Their hunger for blood, for the spectacle, was impossible to ignore. When I stepped back, releasing the wolf and giving him space, the crowd’s reaction shifted. The cheers turned to boos, angry jeers ringing in the air. They wanted more—more violence, more blood—but I had shown them dominance without spilling any more.

I stood over the wolf, my golden eyes fixed on the crowd, daring them to challenge me. But it wasn’t the fight they wanted—it was the fear. The thrill of watching us tear each other apart.

I wasn’t about to give them that satisfaction.

I lifted my head and let out a howl, one that cut through the chaos like a blade, so loud and powerful it reverberated off the walls of the warehouse, echoing far beyond. Every wolf, every werewolf within range would hear it. My pack, my family, would hear it. And I knew they were already coming.

A second howl ripped through the air, this one deep and familiar—Derek. The sound of his presence was unmistakable. But then, just as my howl faded, another one joined in. It wasn’t the same as Derek’s, sharper, but with a resonance that tugged at something deep inside me.

“Isaac,” Scott muttered under his breath.

Isaac’s howl joined the chorus, signaling the rest of our pack had surrounded the building. They were here.

The wolves around us hesitated, their attention flickering toward the exits, fear creeping into their eyes. They knew they were outnumbered now. What had started as a trap to break us, to force us into submission, was starting to backfire.

I could feel the shift in the air, the pressure mounting. Our pack was closing in. We weren’t just fighting for survival anymore. We were fighting for the freedom to break this cycle, to show them we wouldn’t back down.

The lights above flickered, casting the room into brief flashes of darkness before they finally shut off completely. The crowd, once howling with excitement, erupted into screams of panic. The sound of their fear was thick in the air, and I could practically taste it. For once, the tables had turned.

Peter's voice was a low growl. "The fences." He didn’t check them himself. Instead, he shoved one of the nearest wolves toward the electrified fence. But there was no response.

"You could have been wrong," Scott said, his voice a mix of caution and disbelief.

I knew better. The power wouldn’t stay off for long. They hadn’t accounted for us being able to move faster than they expected.

Without hesitation, I launched myself at the fence, the muscles in my legs coiling as I pushed off the ground. My claws raked through the metal, the sharp tips cutting through it with ease, and before I knew it, I was on the other side, my fur brushing against the cold, jagged edges of the cage.

The wolves in the cage recoiled, eyes wide in confusion and fear. They hadn’t expected this. I wasn’t just a force of nature—I was the storm they couldn’t control.

I turned, eyes glowing as I scanned the crowd, their screams fading into the background, barely a whisper now. The only thing that mattered now was getting out of this hellhole—and taking back what was ours.

The moment we broke free, the crowd scattered like frightened rats, their bravado crumbling in an instant. Without the electrified fence between us, they weren’t so fearless. Their panicked footsteps echoed as they fled, but I had one target in mind.

I scanned the chaos, my nose picking up the faintest trace of Declan’s scent. It was sharp and metallic, tinged with the stench of sweat and fear. I focused, locking onto it as I moved through the fleeing crowd, a predator on the hunt.

In a burst of speed, I launched myself toward him. Declan’s eyes went wide as I slammed into him, my claws digging deep into his chest, the force of the impact knocking him to the ground. He gasped, his hands desperately pushing against me, but it was too late. I had him pinned.

"You wanted to play with wolves, Declan?" Peter snarled from behind me. "Now you’ll see what happens when we’re the ones in control."

His face twisted with fear as he struggled beneath me, but there was no escape. The same wolves he had manipulated, caged, and tormented were now free. And I would make sure he never hurt anyone again.

"You don’t know what you’ve unleashed," he spat, blood trickling from his mouth.

The crowd had vanished, but the energy in the room was thick with tension. We had the upper hand now, and there was no mercy in my gaze.

The blood seeped into my mouth, the metallic taste sharp and satisfying, but something else clawed at me beneath the surface. The wolf inside me wanted nothing more than to finish it, to rip Declan apart for everything he had done. It was so tempting, so easy to just let go and give in to the rage, to silence the man who had caused so much pain and suffering.

I could feel the tension in the air, the weight of the choice pressing down on me. Declan’s body jerked beneath me, his breath shallow, his chest rising and falling in frantic desperation, but I couldn’t bring myself to completely finish it. Not yet.

“You don’t have to,” Scott’s voice was calm, steady, a lifeline in the chaos. “You don’t have to kill him.”

His words were like a whisper in my ear, pulling me back from the edge. I looked at Scott, his eyes soft with concern, but unwavering in their strength. He wasn’t pushing, just offering a choice—a different way out.

I felt Peter’s presence behind me, his usual cold, calculated demeanor laced with something softer, something almost... understanding. “You can end this, Little Wolf,” he said, his voice steady but carrying a hint of something deeper, something I hadn’t expected.

End it.

The words echoed in my mind, but I didn’t know if that meant I should let him go, or take his life right then and there. I was at a crossroads—one path leading to redemption, the other to vengeance.

Declan’s blood pooled beneath me, and for a moment, I just held him there, listening to his gasps for air, feeling his pulse thrum weakly against my claws.

“You think this makes you strong?” Declan croaked. “You’re nothing more than an animal. All of you.”

I felt my claws dig in deeper, the wolf inside me growling in response, but something in me snapped back into focus. I lifted my head slightly, the rage in my chest slowly simmering down. I wasn’t the animal he wanted me to be. I wasn’t going to let him turn me into that.

I looked at Scott again, then at Peter, and for the first time, I let the beast inside me sit back and take a breath. The choice was mine. I released him, sitting back on my hanches, shifting back into my human form.

I leaned down closer, meeting Declan’s eyes. “No. I’m not an animal.” I slowly released my grip on him, my claws pulling away from his chest. “But I’m not letting you hurt anyone again.”

He coughed, wheezing, his eyes full of hatred as I stepped back. "You’ll regret this."

Maybe I would. But in this moment, I chose to stop being what he wanted me to be.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Peter said. I nodded taking his hand. I left Declan there on the ground. If he survived my bite, he would bear the scars of it. I wasn’t going to kill him, but I wasn’t going to save him either.

We raced for the exit.

The Beacon Hill police force surrounded the outside of the warehouse.

The blinding lights of the police cruisers illuminated the night, their sirens wailing in a chaotic symphony that mirrored the tension building in my chest. I glanced over at Peter, his expression unreadable but his grip on my hand firm.

"Shit," Scott muttered, coming to a stop beside us. "We’re not getting out of here easy."

"We don’t have a choice," Peter snapped, his voice cold. "We get out, or we get caught. It's that simple."

I felt the weight of the situation crashing down on me. We'd just broken out of a cage, fought off Declan's wolves, and now we were staring down an entire police force. My heart raced, my mind whirling with every possible escape plan—none of them good.

Peter’s eyes flickered toward the crowd of officers, the faintest glint of blue light in his gaze. He could feel the pressure too.

“We can’t stay here," he said, pulling me closer to him. "Get ready, Little Wolf."

I nodded, the wolf inside me restless, aware of the danger surrounding us. But there was something else there too—a sense of resolve. We had to make it out. For us. For the pack.

“We need a diversion,” Scott said, his voice tense but steady.

Before any of us could act, the sound of footsteps echoed from behind us. A familiar voice cut through the air like a sharp blade.

“Don’t even think about it.”

I spun, my heart stopping for a split second as I saw Derek standing there, his posture tense, his eyes scanning the scene. The rest of the pack had made it, and they were ready to fight their way out.

“Derek,” Peter growled, his hand never leaving mine. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m not letting you all run off without me,” Derek said, his voice firm but somehow softer than I expected. "We’re in this together."

I didn’t know whether to be relieved or frustrated. But I didn’t have time to process it. The police were closing in, and the window for escape was closing fast.

“We need a way out,” I said, my voice urgent.

Isaac and Malia emerged from the shadows, standing beside Derek. The tension between the officers and us was thick, but we weren’t backing down.

“Through the back,” Malia said. “I can smell a way out.”

“Let’s move,” Derek ordered.

Scott nodded, his Alpha instinct kicking in as he motioned for everyone to follow. Without a word, we started running, ducking and weaving through the chaos, making our way toward the back of the building.

We had a few moments. We had to make them count.

“Go!” I heard Stiles shout as he slid out of the back of the Jeep. “I’ll handle this.”

My senses were still on overload, the wolves, the shift, the fight for our lives. All of it had my head spinning. But I had to keep moving, we had to keep moving. Even if Sheriff Stalinski knew about werewolves, the rest of the town didn’t, and we needed to keep it that way. For all of our sakes.

Stiles slammed the Jeep door behind him and threw his arms out like a madman trying to block the cops from chasing us. Typical Stiles—always willing to be the distraction, even if it meant putting himself in danger.

“Hey! Officers!” he yelled, voice carrying over the chaos. “You really think chasing a bunch of teenagers into a condemned warehouse is protocol? Because I’m pretty sure the mayor would love to hear about that!”

I didn’t stop running, but my heart tugged painfully in my chest at the sound of his voice. That was Stiles—no powers, no claws, no fangs—just brains, guts, and an endless need to protect us.

Peter cursed under his breath, clearly not happy about leaving Stiles behind, but he didn’t stop either. Scott was already shifting back, blood smeared across his cheek as he turned toward the shadows of the alley behind the building.

“We can circle back,” he said. “Pick him up once we’re clear.”

“We better,” I growled, my voice still laced with the wolf. “Or I’m going back in there.”

Peter gave me a sideways glance. “You’re definitely one of us now.”

We followed Malia and Isaac through the maze of narrow alleys behind the warehouse, our feet pounding against the cracked pavement. Every shadow felt like a trap, every noise a threat—but we didn’t stop.

Stiles was buying us time.

And we weren't about to waste it.

I felt a sliver of relief when we made it to the woods. My still bare feet hit the dirt. This was my element. Or it should have been.

Malia caught their scent a second before I did.

“Hunters,” she muttered.

Their beacons flashed and made eerie sounds that burned my ears, pushing me in the direction they wanted me to go.

“Fight it, Little Wolf,” Peter said, “keep moving.”

But the sound—God, that sound—sliced through my skull like a blade. I stumbled, my claws dragging against a tree trunk as I forced myself upright. The flashes of light weren’t just disorienting, they were designed for us. For me.

Malia had already shifted, her growl low and protective as she moved toward the source. Scott flanked her, red eyes glowing, body tense. Isaac stayed close to me, watching for any sign I was about to go down.

“They’re corralling us,” I hissed through clenched teeth, blinking against the pain. “Like cattle.”

Peter’s hand gripped my elbow, grounding me. “Then we stop playing their game.”

A dart shot through the trees and lodged into Malia’s side. She snarled, ripping it out like it was nothing. But her movement was slower—too slow. The hunters had upgraded. Again.

I forced the wolf inside me back into submission just enough to focus, to think like them—like a predator. Not an animal being hunted.

“We split up,” I said. “They want to drive us together, trap us. If we scatter, they lose their advantage.”

Scott looked like he wanted to argue, but nodded. “You and Peter, go north. We’ll go south and draw their fire.”

Peter raised a brow but didn’t protest. “Lead the way, Little Wolf.”

I took off into the trees, the scent of pine and ozone filling my lungs. My body ached, my feet bled, but I kept moving.

Because they were hunting us.

And I refused to be prey.

“Abominations,” I heard a familiar voice call out from beyond the trees, “All of you. The world will be better off without any of you.”

Gerard. The source of all of our pain.

I felt my heart thump louder in my chest, I only hoped that because they were here that the others were safe.

“Stay behind me,” Peter said softly.

“Peter, I’m not letting you die for me,” I said, “I’m not letting anyone else die for me.”

I took a few steps forward toward the sound of his voice, “I’m here. You want me, come and get me. But leave the rest of my pack alone.”

“And here I thought you, the Sigma, were above being in a pack,” Gerard’s voice echoed from the woods. His voice scattered through the trees. I tilted my head, trying to pinpoint the source.

Peter stepped up beside me, his voice low and laced with something dangerously calm. “He’s using tech—audio bouncers. Throwing his voice to confuse us.”

“I figured,” I muttered, eyes narrowing. The weight of Gerard’s words settled like poison in my gut. Of course he’d show his face now. Of course, he’d wait until we were ragged and torn and cornered.

Scott’s voice echoed faintly behind us, “Don’t let him get in your head, Nova!”

But he already was.

“Why now, Gerard?” I called out. “Why keep chasing me after all this time?”

“Because your kind doesn’t belong,” he said. “And you? You’re an anomaly. A mistake the world’s trying to correct.”

Peter growled under his breath. “Say the word, Little Wolf. We end this.”

I shook my head slowly, stepping further into the open between the trees. “You’ve spent your life trying to burn down everything you don’t understand,” I called out. “You tried to erase the Hales. You tried to control the Argents. Now you’re here, dragging hunters into another war you’ll never win.”

“No one wins in war,” Gerard replied coldly. “But I can make sure you don’t walk away from it.”

My claws extended, slow and deliberate. “Then come out and try.”

Peter’s shoulder barely brushed mine. “We draw him out. He won’t risk a full-on fight unless he’s sure he’s already won.”

“Then let’s make him think he has.”

Because I was done running.

And Gerard was finally going to learn what it meant to hunt something that bites back.

#teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #peter hale x oc

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 9 months ago

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Meteor Shower (Part 23)

It is their final show in Dyamond and she is gripping her guitar very tightly.

She ought to relax.

She needs to.

She can’t play guitar like this, with a steely grip.

Every other show has gone well. But this show isn’t every other show. This show is going to come with an announcement.

But when the last notes are strummed and the final lyrics fade into an echo and then into nothing, she can’t do it.

What she says instead is that, “we will be working on new music following our final show of the tour in Magix.” What she confesses instead is that, “things have gone surprisingly well with the Winx and we may possibly collaborate again in the future.”

She imagines that most people have already put two and two together. She imagines that most everyone, at the very least, was already expecting to see much more of Bloom. She will leave it to them two put two and two together regarding her past. If they do, they do. If they ask then she supposes that she will answer in earnest.

She hopes that they don’t ask.

Stormy always asks.

She asks a lot of questions such as “why didn’t you tell them, I thought that you were going to” and “we’re making new music already, we just made new music.”

Icy exhales as she scrubs her stage makeup away. “I changed my mind.”

Darcy rolls her eyes, “honestly, you should just get it over with.” She takes a sip of wine. “Do it on your own terms instead of letting the media out you on your behalf.”

It is solid advice that she can’t bring herself to take.

“I’d rather wait until after the tour ends to make another headline.” Icy shrugs. Even if that last one had put more focus and attention on Bloom than herself.

“Wait, so are we actually going to make a song with the Winx girls?” Stormy asks.

“If they’re up for it.” Icy shrugs. “I have a few ideas already. I was thinking of doing something experimental, at least for one song; I’d like to test death rock instruments with vocals from the Winx girls.” She hasn’t decided which way the lyrical themes will lean. Maybe they can make two songs, one with some more classical death rock lyrics and one with a fairy twist. “I would like to go back to our death rock sound or go completely back to our roots and do some wicca songs for the rest of the album.”

“Two albums in a year?” Darcy quirks a brow. “You’re feeling ambitious, aren’t you?”

“I have a lot of ideas.” She replies simply. “We probably won’t have it released within the year though.” With one final scrub, her face is fully free of makeup. It is the first time in a while that Darcy and Stormy have seen her face without makeup. Without makeup and without the temporary wear and tear of no sleep and withdrawals.

She runs a comb through her hair. It has grown longer again, but not nearly as long as she would like it to be. The press and social pages call her haircut sexy, she calls it mildly dissatisfactory. Perhaps it isn’t as hard to adjust to as a whole new face, but she still isn’t quite used to it.

With her makeup off and her hair cared for she unlaces her corset and casts it and several chains, a harness, and two bulky belts aside. She takes a breath, sometimes she doesn’t realize how heavy and restrictive her stage attire is until it is on the floor. Sometimes she doesn’t blame Stormy for refusing to wear corsets to their shows. She stands in front of the mirror contemplating whether she should throw on a t-shirt and some ripped jeans or if she should just put her pajamas on and save herself the time and trouble of doing so later.

A glance at Stormy reveals that she has already decided on pajamas. And Darcy is currently swapping her stage outfit for something more casual but definitely not comfy enough for sleeping in. She also keeps her belladonna pendant clasped around her neck.

Bloom appears in the mirror and wraps her arms around Icy’s middle and rests her chin on Icy’s shoulder. “New music, huh!? The others are up for the collaboration, Musa especially! She already has a few ideas. Tecna has been complaining that you should have run it by us first.”

Icy shrugs. “That’s what happens when you agree to collaborate with a witch band. We’re full of moderately to severely irritating surprises and inconveniences.”

“I like your surprises.”

“I don’t.” Darcy grumbles. “Your secrets annoy me.”

“That thing you do where you always have to have the volume at an odd number annoys me.” Icy retorts.

“That is such a weird thing to be peeved by!” Darcy throws her hands up.

“You’re a weird thing to be peeved by!” Stormy interjects.

“You’re not even part of this argument, Stormy!” Darcy rolls her eyes.

“I am so.”

“You are not.”

Icy inhales through her nose. “This is going to be the ambiance for tonight, Bloom. So I hope that you enjoy the soothing sound of ‘are not’, ‘are too’ because they can do this for hours.” She waves the hairbrush in a small spiral. “It isn’t too late to decide to stay on your own tour bus.”

“And miss that really hilarious thing that your face does when you get really really annoyed? Not a chance.”

“My face doesn’t do anything when I’m annoyed.”

“It is doing the thing right now!”

“I’ll meet the two of you on the tour bus.” Icy dismisses herself.

“You’re not going to put a shirt on?” Darcy asks.

“Right…” Icy mutters. She peels herself out of Bloom’s hold. And plucks the first shirt that she finds out of her clothing trunk. It is a tube top with a rhinestone dagger across the chest. She is pretty sure that it belongs to Stormy but she will wear it anyhow. Serves her right for mixing up their trunks again in spite of a fourth lecture on not doing so.

Icy slips it over her head. It is only when she and Bloom are halfway to the tour bus that she recalls why she finds the wardrobe mixups so irritating. Everything Stormy wears fits so loosely on her. This top in particular requires her to hold it up and in place.

“Borrowing Stormy’s clothes?” Bloom guesses.

“Enduring Stormy’s clothes, more like. She’s always tossing her stuff into the wrong trunks! And then she wonders why she can’t find it. And Darcy and I have to deal with clothes that don’t fit us. I do anyways; Darcy and Stormy wear the same size. Sort of. Darcy is taller.”

And she is taller than Darcy. Taller and lankier.

“You wouldn’t have to endure them if you paid attention to what you are holding before you put it on.”

“Ugg, whatever.” Icy folds her arms across her chest. She will probably keep them there to hold the top in place. “Stormy and I will be having another talk about putting things where they belong. You don’t want to know how our tour bus used to look before Darcy and I started cracking down on that!”

“Wow! Stella and Tecna had the same talk with me!”

“Peters. If I let you onto my bus for the rest of this tour you better not leave it cluttered.”

“No promises.” Bloom offers her a mischievous little smile.

“I don’t want your dirty socks laying around, you little cretin.”

“Stella said the same thing! Mostly.”

Icy rolls her eyes. They round the corner to where their tour bus is parked and Icy comes to an abrupt halt. Bloom runs right into her. She doesn’t even feel compelled to scold the fairy to watch where she is going. Not when she spots Chalcedony waiting for her by the tour bus.

.oOo.

It is the Trix’s first show in Magix.

Their first real show anyhow. One that they are performing off of Cloud Tower’s campus. They may as well be on campus, most of the present audience consists of Cloud Tower witches—mostly freshmen but with a sprinkle of upperclassmen. But there are faces that Icy has never seen before, Cloud Tower graduates, venue regulars, and a handful of elder witches. It is quite an honor to perform for elder witches.

She aims to impress but not particularly to please.

She is done pleasing.

So long as their music sounds good to her own ears then she is content.

The Trix aren’t exactly meant to be a big thing.

At the very least they are meant to appeal only to a specific niche.

They open with a brand new song about murder.

They only play it twice after that.

Paranoia gets the better of Icy and she scraps it.

Just in case.

It has been months since she had stained her hands with blood but sometimes she still thinks about it. Sometimes in the form of dreams and sometimes in the form of nightmares where Valtor reaches out a bloated and decaying hand and pulls her into the realm of the dead to rot with him.

Sometimes, in these nightmares, she doesn’t succeed in killing him and he kills her instead; usually by chaining her up in a basement deprived of food until he is ready to stomp on her malnourished body, snapping ribs and the bones in her arms and then snapping her neck. He tells her that she is worthless and that he had never seen talent in her at all.

She only remembers that she doesn’t care when she wakes up.

She hasn’t dreamt of him in a good while.

Mostly she dreams about her new coven and her new band.

And in her waking moment she daydreams about where she would like to take her new band, about the fame that she would like to regain.

But for now she is perfectly comfortable here in this small venue with its horrible sound quality. The venu’s sound equipment makes her voice come out grainy. Sometimes the volume changes and the microphone screeches. But she uses that to her advantage. Improvises. Incorporates those harsh noises into their songs. And then later she and her sisters very deliberately recreate those songs with those sounds as a bonus album.

This earns them a lot of attention in the underground goth scene, on niche blogs and forum boards on niche websites that can only be found via word of mouth.

She hadn’t anticipated the Trix’s music gaining attention outside of these spaces.

But they had been discovered by some music blogger that she has never heard of. And that blogger had dragged their dark and shrouded little band into the light; hailing their album recreation as an edgy, unique, and creative glance into an underground scene.

A one of a kind project and sound that every music enthusiast should listen to, goth or not.

Icy has gotten very familiar with how a star is born.

The Trix are going to go far whether she wants the to or not.

She doesn’t.

But she very much does.

She yearns for fame and attention.

But she is comfortable here in the underground.

#Winx Club #Winx #Winx Icy #Winx Darcy #Winx Stormy #The Trix #Winx Trix #Bloom Peters #Fanfiction #Icy/Bloom

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seregios-seer · 2 years ago

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Monster Review: Plesioth

So I kinda wanted to save this one until I got to Green Plesioth in 3U (yes I’m still not at G Rank, I wanted to try Alatreon before I started hun quests but I think I’ve given up now), but that’ll take a while so instead I want to tackle this fish before it tackles me. So I actually sit on the side that really enjoys Plesioths design, there’s something primarily powerful looking in it. Even with the admittedly derpy run, Plesioth still feels surprisingly threatening to witness. It’s especially helpful that I first saw it in 3U, where naturally being a fish monster it thrives. The solid eyes, incredibly spiny yet natural body, and honestly really cool colors all make Plesioth a surprising favorite design of mine. I hadn’t realized until I first fought one, but when people said Plesioth was massive, they meant MASSIVE. I genuinely didn’t expect Plesioth to be quite as big as they are, and coupling that extreme size with how they’re usually found well into High Rank, it wasn’t hard for the games to sell Plesioth as a real threat.

3U (DB): So, by nature of being an underwater combat game, 3 Ultimate serves Plesioth really well. Underwater is where you'll be for the vast majority of the fight, and it's also by far the most interesting. So Plesioth can obviosly swim rather faster underwater for positioning and attacks, but being hit while it's swimming is only somewhat dangerous, but since it's such a constant threat, is still pretty noteworthy. Plesioth also uses its tail in several attacks, from a sweeping turn that's most dangerous going for part breaks on the tail and wings, as well as one of my personal favorite attacks where it twists around and flicks itself tail over head and deals some serious damage. That last attack isn't too threatening due to the long windup, but that may be because of my weapon of choice's fast evasion, and the attack deals some pretty serious damage. Plesioth also uses a hyper pressurized water jet, which in High rank at least it simply fires straight ahead of itself, so as long as you're paying attention, you're not really in danger from this one, although being hit and blighted can be seriously annoying. The final, and probably most standout attack from the waterborne move pool is Plesioth's breach. It positions itself, flies out of the water and comes crashing down after a second or two. This attack can be devastating if you're hit, and also looks pretty spectacular with a monster this big, so I'm quite a fan. When it comes to ground combat however, Plesioth is pretty much identical to the GU encounter I talk about later, so I'll stay brief here (and apparently nowhere else lol). On land, Plesioth has the famous hip check and tail sweep, neither of which I really felt as threatened by as expected since I never really bothered trying to hit anything beside the legs with my limited weapon reach, so I was mostly immune to them. Plesioth's run and thrashing attacks are more dangerous, and can honestly be pretty annoying when the ai decides to loop into them over and over, meaning your just running around to be smacked away so you're only up in time to be hit again. The most notable difference from the GU fight is really only in Plessy's bite, which in this game doesn't seem to inflict sleep for some reason. I'm not gonna question why it was removed, but I'm certainly curious.

4U (Casting Machine): This fight's easy as hell! Plesioth's literally the easiest thing to hit in the game and it only take one to kill. I could do this one irl.

GU (Various): I was initially a bit nervous for this one since I’d heard some terrible things about a predominantly land Plesioth, but if I’m being honest, it wasn’t nearly so bad as I thought. The biggest issue with this fight actually is how hard it is to break parts. I took Plesioth on mostly with Adept Dual Blades and Aerial Insect Glaive, and this fight felt right at home with those two styles, especially IG, where it was really easy to keep the pressure on the fish the whole time, really only stopping to sharpen (and heal when I inevitably got hurt trying to sharpen). For actual attacks, I’ll just get the water beams out of the way first, since I want to get through Plesioth’s underwater attacks first, and it really only has the one (in High Rank at least). So the straight beam of pressurized water Plesioth uses the most often is pretty easily avoided, whether in land or sea. There’s a great deal of windup to the attack, and the hitzone’s fairly small, so it isn’t often you even have to dive to evade it, just pick a direction and walk. The sweeping spray Plesioth occasionally does however is far more threatening, as I was far more likely to be hit by it thinking I could rush the fish after it missed the first sweep. I’m never right, so I just keep getting hit anyways. Aside from the water jets, Plesioth really only fights with some basic physical attacks, although they still come off as shockingly fresh just due to the sheer size and weird movement that comes with being a leggy fish freak. The most famous of Plessy’s attacks are pretty obviously the hip check and tail sweep, but I’ll be honest they were less of a problem than expected. The hip check was simple enough to dodge unless I was in an attack combo and couldn’t roll, which usually felt like my fault for greed anyways. And the tail sweeps were pretty cleaned up from the obscene hit boxes I’ve heard of from the early gens. It felt fair enough to dodge since it does look low enough to hit a standing character nowadays rather than fly over them, and since the legs are the easiest to hit, it was also pretty often that I didn’t need to worry about it at all. Plessy’s last big attack is the sleep-inducing bite, which frankly I actually kinda love. The sharklike look on Pleaioth already looks scary, and gets even worse when it leans around to snap at your face with what feels like real force. I never actually had to worry about sleep though since I found out pretty early on if you make a beeline for the feet, Plesioth will follow that bite up with small stomps almost every time, knocking you out of sleep state and doing just about zero damage. I’m actually pretty proud of this trick since it felt like such a unique workaround that’s never fly outside of this fight.

Rating: 8.6/10

Insert 'fish fear me' joke here

#monster hunter #monhun #MH Reviews #plesioth #holy shit I went long with this one. probably need to either work on brevity or just give up and go full essay mode

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partially-controlled-chaos · 1 year ago

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I was asked by both @beardedladyqueen and @thoughts-of-bear about 5 things that make me happy and my dumbass completely forgot these were in my inbox so I’m so sorry for the delay in actually answering. BUT with that being said, I finally have answers! Thank you both so much for the ask! ❤️

1. Spooky shit. I LOVE spooky shit. Halloween. Horror movies. Ghost stories. The paranormal. Graveyards. The occult. Everything. I was absolutely watching horror movies I should NOT have been watching at like 5 years old and “Friday Night Scary Movie Night” was a staple in my household. Popcorn, really poorly made B rated horror movie, staying up late, and trying to not get scared was a weekly thing and I miss having those movie nights. But because of that my love for anything spooky has bled into my adult life and now it’s just a way of life. So if you ever want to swap ghost stories I’ll be your best friend. 👻

2. Early mornings. I mean like that wonderfully quiet time between 3am and 5:30am. If it’s staying up that late or waking up that early (exception being when I have to wake up at that time for work), I love that time of night/early morning. Things are usually quiet and peaceful and it’s just a really nice time to kind of just exist without the hustle of daily life. As given by my username, my life can be absolutely chaotic at times so it’s nice to be able to have moments to just kind of be. And in relation to the above point, late nights mean spooky times. And as a side note, that time of morning in Animal Crossing New Horizons is amazing.

3. Relaxing in spring/fall weather. Kind of related to the above topic, but when I can’t be up in the super early mornings, I love sitting outside when it’s nice weather in spring or fall and just unwind. I don’t do it as much now because I don’t have a yard, but when I was a kid I loved just laying out in a hammock in nice weather and either take a nap or read. I could get a hammock for my back porch but if I did that I’d have to fight off a horde of spiders and I would just rather not.

4. Playing nostalgic (to me) games. So in addition to spooky movie nights, playing video games was HUGE in my house. My mom started playing Crash Bandicoot on PS1 in the ye olden days of 1996 so I grew up playing that and Spryo the Dragon mostly. So now when I have down time between other games I play or am super stressed, I’ll replay the hell out of those games. I was overjoyed when they did the trilogies of both games for PS4 so now I can play them whenever I want and it’s fantastic. My PS2 and all my games were stolen so for a long time I didn’t have the ability to play my favorite games, so when they were remastered for a system I owed it was the happiest day of my life. Also grew up on the Sly Cooper series that became an absolute obsession for me for a solid decade so when they remastered it for the PS3 I was in absolute heaven.

5. Writing fan fiction. So this is not something new for me, but it’s something I’ve rediscovered (thank you Baldur’s Gate 3). I wrote fan fiction yearsssss ago when I was in high school, so like…2011-2016 I think is when I stopped? Really I think I stopped in 2014 but according to the trusty fanfiction account I posted one thing in 2016? Anyway, not important. I stopped writing when I got into college because things because more hectic, I was busy, life was absolutely kicking my ass, and the fandom I wrote for was dying down so eventually I just lost the desire to write. But now that I’ve gotten settled as an adult and thanks to the glory that is BG3, I’ve regained the desire and want to write again and it’s honestly so, so nice. I can’t write as frequently as I did when I was in high school, but damn do I enjoy it. I’ve found it’s a way I can express myself in ways that I actually feel confident in what I do. I can’t draw to save my life, but I do feel that writing is where I can be creative and feel good about it. May not always be the best work, but I have fun doing it. I also love reading fan fiction. Reading how people take genres and reimagine them or completely twist it is always so fun so look into. Creativity for the win, my dudes.

Anyway, thank you again for asking me and I’m sorry it took so long to actually post this!

#ask #get to know #I have the memory span of a gnat and if I don’t see the little notification I forget things exist

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jamesyoung20251 · 2 months ago

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Sorting Out My Water Blaster Before the Big Autumn Clean-Up

Every year, when the cooler weather starts rolling in, I make time for a proper outdoor clean-up. Autumn's the season where everything outside seems to collect dirt, grime, and leaves — especially around the driveway, the deck, and the back patio. By the time we hit April, I’ve usually got a weekend pencilled in for clearing it all out before the weather makes it harder.

I’ve been keeping up with this routine for years. It makes a big difference once winter hits, especially when the moss starts forming in the damp spots. A couple of hours with the water blaster saves me weeks of headaches later. I’ve got a solid routine — start with the paths, move on to the concrete slab out front, and finish up with the back deck.

So when I fired up my water blaster one Saturday morning and noticed the pressure wasn’t where it should be, I knew something wasn’t right. It still ran, but the force was weak, and the spray pattern was patchy. It took me twice as long to get a small section done, and even then, it didn’t look clean. The machine didn’t sound quite right either. It wasn’t rattling or smoking, but it had a dull tone to it — like it was struggling to push the water through properly.

I went through the usual checks. I looked at the hose, cleaned the nozzle, and made sure the water supply wasn’t being restricted. Everything looked fine on the outside. That’s when I figured it had to be something internal, probably related to the pump. I don’t mess around when it comes to that. If it’s a blocked filter, I’ll handle it, but when it seems like a pressure issue inside the machine, I’d rather not make it worse by guessing.

I needed to get it sorted fast, especially with the weather getting colder and rain on the forecast. Putting it off wasn’t an option. I’ve used PS Waterblasters in the past to get parts and accessories, so I decided to reach out again, this time for repair help. Their service had always been straight-up, so I felt confident they’d know what to do.

I called them mid-morning and explained what was happening. The guy on the phone was easy to talk to — not rushed, not scripted. He asked me a few questions, including how long I’d had the machine and whether the drop in pressure had happened gradually or suddenly. Based on what I described, he suggested it was most likely an issue with the internal pump seals or a fault in the high-pressure system.

He told me to bring it in for a proper look. There was no pressure to commit to anything over the phone. Just a practical, clear suggestion to come in so they could check it out. I brought the unit in that afternoon. They took a quick look and said they’d need to do a bench test and pressure check, which made sense. I left it with them, expecting it might take a few days.

To my surprise, they called me the next morning. The issue was with the high-pressure pump — some wear and internal debris buildup had thrown things off. The rest of the machine was in great shape. They had the parts in stock and said they could turn the job around quickly. That was all I needed to hear. I gave them the go-ahead and waited for the update.

The repair didn’t just get it back to working order — it completely restored the machine’s performance. When I picked it up, they explained what had gone wrong and even showed me the part that had caused the trouble. It was one of the seals that had worn down unevenly, letting air mix with the water stream and reducing the pressure. That kind of problem isn’t always easy to spot from the outside, but it makes a huge difference when you’re trying to clean properly.

They also cleaned and tested everything before I took it home. I appreciated that. Too many places rush the job and just hand it back. These guys made sure it was running perfectly and even gave me some tips on maintaining it between seasons. It wasn’t just a repair — it was the kind of support that helps you avoid future problems.

I got back into my clean-up routine that weekend, and the machine worked like it used to. The pressure was strong, the spray was even, and the job got done without me having to repeat passes. It’s a good feeling when your gear does what it’s supposed to. It saves time and effort, and in my case, helped get the driveway and deck cleaned up before the next stretch of rain hit.

It also reminded me how important it is to deal with things early. I could’ve kept pushing through with a half-working machine, but I know that would’ve led to more damage — or worse, a total breakdown mid-job. Getting the pump looked at when I did probably saved me from needing a replacement later.

What I like most about dealing with PS Waterblasters is that they know their machines inside and out. They don’t overcomplicate things or treat you like you don’t know what you’re talking about. They listen, give straight advice, and deliver on what they promise. That kind of service is rare these days, especially when it comes to repair work.

I’ve already recommended them to a couple of neighbours. One uses his water blaster to prep walls for painting and said he noticed some pressure loss too. I told him not to wait — just take it in and let the team have a look. If it’s fixable, they’ll sort it. If it’s not, they’ll tell you straight up.

I’ll keep using my water blaster through the colder months. There’s always something to clean or clear, especially with trees dropping leaves all over the back path. But now I know the pump’s in good shape and everything’s running as it should, I don’t have to second-guess whether it’ll perform when I need it.

For any homeowner who relies on their machine for property maintenance, having a service team you trust makes a real difference. You don’t have to worry about being sold something you don’t need. You just get honest help that keeps your gear going.

If you're noticing signs that your machine isn’t performing like it used to, don’t leave it too late. Issues with high-pressure pumps don’t always show up in obvious ways — but if you catch them early, they’re usually easy to fix. For anyone needing support or repairs, I definitely recommend PS Waterblasters. They got my machine back in top shape, and now I’m back to doing what I enjoy — keeping the place clean and looking sharp, season after season.

#pressure washer

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kilosch · 4 months ago

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Journal Entry 03/04/2025

Slow Day – Wrapping Up at IHOP Woke up in the morning, got up, and finally drank the stuff my little sister gave me last night since I was too tired to take it then. No coffee last night—just didn’t want the caffeine messing with my sleep. I started my day by catching up on work, going through referrals for IHOP, emails, and team chats.

The workload felt slower than usual, which I guess makes sense. My responsibilities as an EMT are fading out, shifting to the CHWs, and things feel less hectic. No emergency requests, no last-minute rushes—just monotony. It’s a weird feeling.

While working, I was also communicating back and forth with my future Police Department regarding academy details. Everything is moving forward, but it’s hitting me how much things are about to change.

Thinking About a Trip to the Philippines

With nothing major happening at work, I started looking into flights to the Philippines. I was surprised at how cheap round-trip tickets were—around $1,000. The idea of visiting before the academy starts has been on my mind, but I wasn’t sure if it was worth it or not.

I texted Nate, who’s currently in Vietnam, to see if he’d be down to go with me. He’s thinking about it, which could make the trip even better.

Later, I mentioned the idea to my mom, and she was skeptical about it. She questioned why I’d take a vacation before the academy, saying I should be focusing on training instead. She’s not entirely against it, but she didn’t seem thrilled either. She did say she’d respect my decision, so it’s still on the table.

Resignation Letter – Finalizing My Last Day

I finalized my resignation letter today. It felt personal and emotional, considering I’ve spent over a year at IHOP and built strong connections with my coworkers. I’ve had solid leadership here, and it’s honestly a bit surreal that I’m leaving.

While drafting it, I realized that my original last day was set for March 31st, but that’s Cesar Chavez Day (a holiday). So, I rewrote it—now, my official last day is March 28th.

It hit me that I will miss this job, the camaraderie, and the connections I’ve made. If this job paid more, I could have stayed another five years, but let’s be real—a Police Officer salary is way better, and I need something that allows me to live comfortably, especially in California.

Conversations with Coworkers – Opening Up to Kaci

While working, I ended up having a random deep conversation with Kaci (the RN). Not sure how it happened, but I found myself opening up about my past—which is unusual for me at work. She seemed genuinely interested, which was nice, but the convo felt a little too personal for my comfort.

To switch gears, I tried shifting the conversation to food, joking that I’d rather stay in the U.S. because we have Chick-fil-A. Apparently, she doesn’t like Chick-fil-A—which already made me side-eye her choices—but what really threw me off was when she said she’d rather have a McChicken from McDonald’s. At that point, I nearly crashed out of disbelief.

She knows I’m leaving soon, but it still felt weird realizing how short my time at IHOP is now.

No Gym, No Motivation – Fighting Off Procrastination

I was supposed to work out today, but my brain told me not to. Probably depression creeping in, because I kept procrastinating, even though I knew I should be training for the academy.

My mind and body are in a weird disconnect—I know I need to stay in shape, but the mental exhaustion is making me put it off. I need to snap out of it soon, or I’m gonna regret it once the academy starts.

Gaming – Failing at Battlecruiser Rush in Starcraft 2

Instead of working out, I ended up playing Starcraft 2 and trying out the Battlecruiser Rush tactic. A lot of people online claim they can pull it off in under five minutes, so I wanted to test it myself.

Turns out, I suck at it. No matter how hard I tried, I could only get it done by the 10-minute mark. I kept analyzing my mistakes—maybe I was over-saving minerals, or maybe I wasn’t managing gas properly—but after multiple failed attempts, I just gave up and called it a day.

The 5-minute Battlecruiser Rush feels impossible, and honestly, I don’t know how people do it.

Mental Health Check – Depression Lurking, but Managing It

The depression is still lingering, but I’ve been masking it well. There wasn’t anything major today to set me off, but I could feel it in the background.

I’m just moving forward at this point—resignation letter finalized, planning for the academy, and trying to keep my mind occupied.

Tomorrow’s a new day, and I’ll just keep pushing through.

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dwellngrace · 8 months ago

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Permission to Prod

“As iron sharpens iron, so people can improve each other.”

‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭27‬:‭17‬ ‭NCV‬‬

You probably know a few people who don’t take no for an answer. They show up at your door when you’re sick insisting their chicken noodle soup will help you out. They text you when you don’t show up for a workout and expect you to show up for the next one. They dare you to give an excuse.

People like this can be a gift if they use their stubbornness for our good. They keep us from settling into a funk by nudging us into the future. Purposefully giving people who “get” you and love you, permission to prod you is something God uses to grow you.

Prayer: Lord, thank you for truths I can’t shake through people I can’t ignore. In addition to your written Word and Holy Spirit, show me who in my life will hold me accountable to keep growing.

Butter doesn’t sharpen butter. That seems obvious, right? So why is it so tempting to surround ourselves with others who will only butter us up with their words? That’s not to say we don’t need encouragement, but that soft relationships don’t create solid people.

Proverbs 27:17 shares another obvious truth: Just as two blades mutually benefit by rubbing together, so can we sharpen one another into the life God invites us to claim.

So, look around and ask yourself, “Who won’t just butter me up, but actually spur [give encouragement] me on when I’d rather sit down?” Start in one area of your life and build out from there into every other area. It moves you from just talking about the change you want to have happen to you by challenging yourself into the change that needs to happen in you.

Prayer: Holy God, may I never lose my edge, and may I never resist the people you sent into my life to sharpen me.

Q: When was the last time you let another person show you who Jesus saved you to be?

I think the most recent time this week was today, listening to Saved Not Soft by Emy Moore << shameless plug, I started listening to her last night and I just love her ministry. Nonetheless, she has this segment in the show where she says “I don’t know who this is for” and directs her words to the listener and I felt convicted while listening earlier and was like “You’re right,”. The sense of needing to take accountability was so strong that I feel like it applies to this question since she let me know who I was Called to be ( idc if it was directly or not OK! cause who makes the rules here?!)

#devotional #jesusislord #christianity

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startseeingstars · 8 months ago

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Collision Path - Mike 5lbs of Pressure

CH22 Mike’s POV 🎶 Crave - Paramore 🎶

I laid behind Maddi on the couch, spooning her as we sleepily watched trash reality television - one of her guilty pleasures.

“Mads…” I swallowed the small lump in my throat, unsure of how she was going to take the conversation.

“Mm?” The small sound made my heart thud.

“I have a plan.” I started hesitantly.

“World domination?” Her voice was still small, but I could hear the tiny smile in her voice. I chuckled. It tugged at my heart knowing she was feeling at least a little more at ease.

“I was thinking… We conquer Austin. Or Nashville.” She rolled over to face me and got comfy.

“What’s in either of those places?” Her voice was curious - as were her eyes.

“Music. We could go together - make something of ourselves. A fresh start.” I shared my dream with her and she smiled, sitting up.

“When?” The glint of hope in her eye made my stomach knot in excitement.

“Soon.”

“How soon?” She wondered.

“As soon as we can.” I laughed a little, relieved that she seemed intrigued by the idea, but anxious for her answer.

“Yeah, o-okay. Let’s do it.” She beamed and a grin appeared on my face.

“Seriously? Don’t… don’t play with me.” I nervously laughed a little and she giggled.

“Yeah, I’m serious. I fucking hate this place.” She laughed as Buffy jumped up and gave a ‘meow’ of support.

“Great. I mean, we will need some money.” I mentioned. She frowned but nodded thoughtfully.

This is where I got anxious again. I had to try easing her into the idea of me selling again. But it was one deal - surely she’d be okay with it.

“Right. I forgot cash was an important part of life changing plans.” She seemed disappointed, but still smiled a little.

“Listen, I might have an opportunity.” I trailed off, cautiously watching for her reaction but she remained blank, listening intently.

“Leff got an offer - something solid,” she began shaking her head as her face fell.

“Mike, no. Please, I don’t want you risking your life for this shit.” She sighed, touching my cheek lightly.

“I know, but it’s a great deal.” Her eyes met mine, harder this time.

“I would rather keep stripping than have you risk yourself doing that bullshit again.” Her voice was firm - final. I couldn’t believe she cared about me so much. My stomach sank a little, but I didn’t want to upset her. She’d been through enough.

“Besides, I have a head start on the savings.” She added, shrugging.

I felt a little relieved at the idea of not having to get involved with that shit again - but the temptation still played in my mind. I wanted to be patient for her, but more than anything, I wanted to leave this fucking city behind with her by my side.

It had been a couple of weeks. I was still jobless and Maddi had only been working part time at the bar. She hadn’t quit the club, but I knew she was dreading going back. She wouldn’t ever talk about her finances with me, but I’d seen her bills whilst going through the mail. She was able to pay them, but it left little to play around with, let alone save now she wasn’t stripping.

I despised the idea of her going back there. Since the whole ordeal, the thought of her even entertaining someone else had begun to make my stomach uneasy - even if I was just for money.

I carried a laundry basket of clean clothes up the stairs to the apartment. Maddi had been out running errands, so I was surprised to see her back so soon when I walked in.

“Hey, what’re you doing back?”

She shifted slightly, but I smiled reassuringly. “Not that I’m not glad to see you.” I set the basket down on the couch.

“I ran into Shaun at the grocery store,” she started. “He wants to hire me for a private function tonight.” She licked her lips and I felt her scanning my face for a reaction.

I felt my chest tighten a little, but kept my composure.

“What kind of function?” The words had meant to come out a little softer, but I struggled to hide my worry.

“His friends’ bucks night. One of the topless servers bailed at the last minute. Apparently it was ‘fate’ that had us run into each other.” She laughed a little but I could feel her nervous energy.

“You don’t want to go.” It wasn’t a question, but she shook her head.

“N-no, I mean, I should - I will. I just didn’t expect to have to psych myself up for work today.” She sighed but tried to smile.

“Anyway, I should start getting ready.” She came over, placing an all too short, sweet kiss on my mouth before leaving for the bedroom.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I recalled the way Shaun kept devouring her with his eyes at the club and tried to shake the thought from my head as I began putting away the washing.

Eli handed me a beer as I sat, waiting for the game of pool to be over so Eli and I could claim the table.

“How’re you and Maddi?” He asked and I smiled, but felt uneasy. I couldn’t bring myself to sit at home while she worked the function, so hanging out with Eli was a welcomed distraction.

“Good, man. How are you and Lori?” I asked, sensing that he was looking for a conversation opener to vent about his relationship. Sure enough, he sighed defeated and took a sip of his beer.

“She broke up with me. She’s seeing someone else.” He looked down.

“She said that?” My stomach flipped slightly at the thought of him possibly knowing about Lori and I. Even though it had been months, she had tried to reach out to me a couple times lately, but I’d left her on ‘seen’.

He shrugged a little but met my eyes.

“Nah, but I can tell.” He shook his head and began setting up the table for a new game.

I hoped to God he never found out about us, but I felt a pit in my stomach. He was my only friend here. I knew that sneaking around with Lori was low, but he didn’t seem to want her. Since finding Maddi, I realised how fucked up it would make him if he found out. The thought of Maddi and Eli made my skin crawl - and that would never happen. I could only imagine what he might think or feel if he did ever find out.

#rory culkin #charlie walker #clyde electrick children #kappa #euronymous #fanfic #culkin brothers #culkin cult #lords of chaos #mike 5lbs of pressure #5lbs of pressure

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lonesilverw0lf · 1 year ago

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I’ve been working on the Shadow Knight Masterpost, but my computer has decided to be… difficult. So much so that I’m going to have to replace it sooner rather than later. How fun. So please accept this humble offering until I can get the dang thing to cooperate.

Going through my posts for the Shadow Knight masterpost I found this video of some Avatar moves. Would that be a Sun or Ren thing in this? I know that Ren is the monk type and Sun is technically the Warlock of a martial artist Monkey King spirit, but I can see this working great for either of them. I know for a fact that this video just screams Ren. Edit: I’m forgot to tag @noneatnonedotcom

I’m not saying that Sun should be able to use all four elements at will here. With extensive training he could unlock the capability to use the elements, but he can only use one at a time. For him to switch between earth and water he has to sit and meditate, release/push out the Water Ki, draw in the Earth Ki, and then he can use earth bending. The different disciplines could also give him a reason to get a handle on his ADHD and mature as a a person. I can’t say too much on that since I don’t have too much experience with ADHD. As he gets more experienced he can do a type of fighting meditation to swap elements where he’s less vulnerable. There’s also the new Black Myth Wukong game which is coming out. From my understanding it’s a Soulslike, and the few clips I’ve seen look dope as hell. Perhaps we can get some inspiration for Sun when Black Myth comes out. Sun using his staff coated in lightning can also give a nice Destiny 2 Hunter homage, since there is a subclass that uses a lightning rod and is fun to use. Of course once Sun loses said staff, he becomes far less effective and loses a lot of his abilities.

We can swap these Bending to Ren since I know that there’s a Way of the Elements in the Monk class, give Ren some range in his arsenal. Unless he accepts part of his heritage and gains a SFR Ring, I presume Rain due to his nature, but then again he could also wish to completely break away from them. I’d prefer he broke away completely from them myself, but the option is on the table. I don’t know much about the Wukong myth outside that the Staff is OP. Although that Forbidden Kingdom movie with Jackie Chan and Jet Li was fun and had that staff.

Saw a scene compilation about warriors dropping a ludicrous amount of weapons on a table, who else would that work for but Jaune? I can see the High Elves being comfortable and powerful enough to not mind that the Gang carry their weapons everywhere, but what about a place like the Dwarves? Like a mega city akin to Khaza Dun/Moria, but one area has a zero weapons policy. The magicians are hindered by the magic suppression systems in there, which the Maidens can easily overcome if they tried but they don’t know that. Jaune has to go in there for whatever reason, mayhaps for some private and political stuff with the Dwarf he saved/helped. His armor is fine it’s just defensive, making him walk around naked is rude, he practically lives in that armor these days, and there’s a few guards to step in if anybody decides to get fisty, but everything else is off limits. Guns, ammo, grenades, knives, swords, spears, enchanted items, corkscrews, and that. Takes him a solid five minutes to get everything off, and they needed to get a bigger box to hold everything like Jaune said they would. He takes five steps away and has to turn around because he just remembered that he has a couple of other concealed weapons/items that could be considered weapons on him that he has to drop off. If someone goes for the low hanging fruit of “lots of weapons there, compensating for something?” he can make a joke back like “I’m Valian, weapons are part of my religion.” As Mandalorian or American don’t exist in Remnant. He can’t use the regular response of ‘weak teammates’, he’s not that petty. That won’t stop any of the boys from asking about the ‘extra weapon hidden in his pants’.

Blake(and perhaps Aiko) can have an episode in the magic world where she has to deal with her feline nature. A village, society, or race of cat people that are far more on the catty side than human. Dunno if I should say Kajiit or Thundercats, but something along those lines? More on the human side perhaps? Less furry? Idk. Definitely not the 2019 live action Cats musical.(if we didn’t need to keep the mistakes of the past to show how not to do stuff, I’d demand to have that film nuked. I needed eye bleach for just the trailer) Anyway, perhaps Faunus can have animalistic tendencies, but usually grow out of them by adulthood. They may still have some minor instincts and mannerisms, but they can learn to manage them. Think of someone with ADHD or Autism learning how to handle their disorder to function. The stereotypes have to come from somewhere. The other world’s animal folks’ instincts are much more ingrained into their persons and cultures.

Where Blake just likes the smell of catnip but doesn’t affect her any further, much to prankster Yangs disappointment, these folks go full bonkers. ‘I can see the sounds of the universe!’ They can also give props to Blake for finding such a strong mate in Jaune, and/or try to recruit her for another cat boys harem. She can deal with them easy enough, just magic herself away. How does Jaune deal with all these catboys who’re trying to steal Blake away/defend their territory from the intruder/prove their superiority to Jaune, and catgirls that’re practically throwing themselves at him for strong half human offspring? By using a dreadful weapon that will be hissed at by generations to come: the super soaker. He just has a 😑 face at their reactions. Perhaps Blake is constantly filling his water reservoir with magic so he’s not overrun and using her own magic water gun, nice training in an element she’s not gifted in, but wearing the same deadpan face. Those felines that actually like the water like tigers? A simple cardboard box should distract them long enough. Or a small stick of minty bubblegum. But Blake! I thought calling others animals was considered racist?! ‘Well yes, however in this case I can’t disagree the shoe fits.’

Which then gives me the idea of each of the Maidens running into a group that they’ll fit into very well but quite don’t at the same time. Weiss can get along with Snow Low Elves, Bleiss with the Dark Elves, Pyr with some Amazons, not sure about Yang and Ruby though, or their duplicates. Ultimately they all decide to stay on Remnant because of course, but perhaps there are a few locals that start eyeing a trip to Remnant so they can have some of that prime breeding Arc stock. Forced human breeding farms don’t catch on, but there’s nothing that says the locals can’t seduce some if they can.

The goddess of love and family that one of the ancestor Arcs got along with way back when is going to be very happy to see Jaune. It’s been so long since she’s seen an Arc! She’s a peaceful goddess that meddles in mortal affairs far more than she should by a long shot, but it’s for the benefit of a strong and numerous population against the invasive Grimm so she gets a pass. That ‘little blessing’ of ‘a long lasting (translation error, actual meaning: unending) lineage’ or something is potent. Could also explain part of why so the Arcs are never short on partners and their strange magnetic attraction. She’d be so heartbroken to hear that Papa Arc had only eight kids. ‘Only eight,’ what the hell are you smoking lady? She might even pop into Jaune’s dreams for a quick visit, giving him her full approval to ‘spread some wild oats.’ He just wakes up going ‘what kind of a wild dream was that??? I think I need more sleep.’ The next night he’s visited again and told to ‘spread that wheat around’ or something (referring to his blonde hair babies) and he wakes up and asks ‘did my dreams tell me to retire and become a farmer? What is in the water around here?’ She just won’t stop with the ‘big families’ sales pitch using farming euphemisms that go right over his head. So she calls in a few favors to try to learn how to communicate with modern kids, so her voyage to learn the esoteric language of memes begins! Brothers help him if she and Neo ever team up. The Goddess bugs him in his sleep, Neo when he’s awake. Instead of ‘Get in the robot Shinji,’ it’s “Get in the brothel Jaune.”

“Them Arc genes can breed with anything!” she says as she slaps some bent over girl’s presenting butt, ‘let’s not put that to the test’ Jaune replies. (The slap the roof of a car meme)

G: “Humans are known as slayers of dragons” J:’Yes, I helped kill a rabid one. It was a team effort so I can’t claim that title properly.’ G:”Ah, but you have the opportunity to become known as the Layer of Dragons!” J: ‘What would it take for you to stop?’ G:”We must save the species Jaune!/Only you can save the species!” Not really sure how to rework the Danerys/Dragonborn/Hiccup/Donkey meme of the Mother/Killer/Trainer/Fucker of Dragons. The Arcs and Maidens could’ve been on both sides of the Dragon extermination campaigns, so the dragons have plenty of mixed feelings regarding Jaune and the Maidens. The last part though was that Smokey the Bear ad. I’d throw in a Kobayashi Dragon Maid joke here, but his Gynoids would more than cover Torhu’s roles. Or they can see Torhu as even more competition. Yay, more headaches.

‘You want me to get it on with her?’ Jaune asks referring to Cinder and Emerald, “Why of course” she replies. ‘Those two have tried to kill me, many times’ he informs her, “~🎵Oh she’s just a bit of a fixer upper🎵~” ‘Aaaahhhhh! No! Please! Don’t sing that song!’ Jaune (and myself) beg! That goddess of family part was partly inspired by didyoutrydynamite with his Redeemers Jaune.

Since Neptune’s a wizard he’ll have to start hoarding Grimoires like any other proper wizard. Maybe increase his STR stat by a little bit carrying all those books when they’re not in his Mary Poppins bag. The contents should be encoded to prevent other wizarding types from easily stealing their work, but with Neptune as an intellectual he could have an easier time cracking the codes than most other mages would. He had an -autistic- intellectual stint in Great War code cracking once. However the sheer volume of useful spells and their arrays, chants, and such would require him to keep it all in a journal since he doesn’t have a photographic memory. Which in turn would require him to reencode the spells into Grimoires of his own, especially the more dangerous ones. Maybe tradition isn’t so dumb after all eh Nep? As an extra funny, while he’s working hard at decoding he wears some enchanted glasses. They’re thick, square, and just not cool, like Austin Powers glasses, but they accelerate his reading speed by tenfold so he can crack the codes much quicker. Mix that with those glasses from National Treasure, that set with the multi colored lenses, so he can look past some of the enchantments to find even more secrets and help translate languages. They put a strain on his mental constitution, so he can’t use them extensively until he gets used to them. Using a black light could also be beneficial, since they didn’t have those back in the magic days. As a short side funny he can also throw those glasses on when he needs to quickly go through the schools rules during a standoff against the Shitty Council President. Have Neptune flex some lawyering skills. It’s a cool moment, but he doesn’t think it’s cool.

He also discovers that the extra saucy spells require the wizard to be a special type of fucked in the head, hence the term ‘Black Magics’. He may be desperate to get stronger to be of help and look cooler, mostly look cooler, but he’s morally grounded enough to not go down that rabbit hole. Of course we can give him a couple of cool moments, perhaps something along the Ussop lines of coolness. Something that isn’t usually seen or believed because of his general and understandable cowardice. Or if it is believed they don’t try to bring it up too much so his ego doesn’t overinflate, again. The phrase ‘I may be out of spells, but I’m not out of shells’ is easy to use. Which does remind me of this one manga where it mixes the Wild West with some magic. Certain people can do the gun spins, which enchant the bullets, and do magic gunshots. I’ll have to try and find that manga again for reference. It started out good, but got weird towards the end.

Trying to come up with other kinds of jobs for other characters so they have some relevance and not constantly overshadowed by the Maidens. Yes Jaune’s core harem are the Maidens, but everyone else is invited too! Reese, May, Neon, Coco, Velvet, not quite sure what they should do other than give Jaune a normal POV when he needs to be brought back down to Remnant. Winter, Elm, and Harriet are in the Iron Squad so there’s that. Ceil can be Jaune’s public right hand while the Malachites are his shadowy right hand. How a couple of them fall for Jaune is up to question too. Illia I know falls for Jaune trying to ‘seduce’ him to ‘protect’ Blake (mission failed successfully), and she has connections with the WF, so she can help direct some of those splinter groups. Or she can act as a super spy with her abilities. Sienna and Kali can do a much bigger job with the WF, but not sure what the plan was to introduce them nor how they come to love Jaune.

For a nice bit of contrast, what if while Velvet is going all Sherlock Holmes on the Shadow Knight and the Maidens, her best friend Coco falls head over heels with the Golden Bear(GB)? She can learn about several of GB’s other investments, say from certain acquaintances of her parents, colleagues from the stores she goes to, overhears conversations from the owners, stuff like that, but it’s only when she’s affected that it really hits her. Say her parents have started falling on hard times, courtesy of LaCroix, Jaques, and/or Watts since they all drink from the same Kool Aid bowl, and GB gives them money to keep them afloat until that particular court case is dealt with. It was all a farce anyway, but the little bit of a buffer gave them the breathing room to find that out.

Some mystical warrior fighting things right from myth? Give her a break. A benevolent beneficiary working behind the scenes to help support businesses and maintain a strong economy against soulless monopolies? Especially if they’re the self righteous pricks from Atlas? Now that’s something she can get behind. Undecided if she would spearhead any GB campaigns or actives, if she helps organize GBs Dens into an underground society or whatever, but she does gain a bit of a hero worship for GB. Time for Velvets teasing payback, but thankfully Cocos a good enough sport to recognize. The Coffee Duo can go back and forth between who’s the better Hidden Hero of Vale. Jaune just tunes these playful arguments out, seven sisters worth of practice and all. He just misses the important tidbits at how close they are to discovering his identity and how much they idolize him while he is tuning them out. They can both like Jaune, see his potential and good nature, prime husband material, but there’s that special place for their favorite hero. That’s going to be… fun when they find out long down the road.

While I was thinking of a personality for May, not that I was making much progress outside of the big boobied wallflower from those like arc-misadventures, Vecnawrites, palaceofpassion, that seems to have been assigned to her, and a form of a role for her in this story, not that I was making much progress there either. Brothers help her when Coco learns of her bra troubles, Coco is being helpful here but can come off as rather forceful. At least she has a friend in Velvet who also was subjected to Coco’s well intentioned wardrobe revamping. At least she listens and stops from going any further than lingerie, for now at least. So far the best I’ve gotten was hacker or an apothecary of sorts, but again still kinda shaky on that front. I do remember one blog that has her selfless in the ‘i’m just a tool, to be used and discarded when I break’ way, but I can’t remember who did that one. I can easily see that in a couple others too. She could be related to a legendary historical sniper a la White Death, but I’m not sure if she would follow in those footsteps in this AU. She strikes me as someone who can fill in the Bocchi anime trope, but again that’s shaky. However I did come up with a bit of a scene for Arslan and her SFR friends NDGO. How did I jump from making a joke for May using her breast milk in creating potions a la Seikon no Qwaser to a heartfelt soul searching scene for Arslan and NDGO(who also need some personalities)? Me brain works like that sometimes.

I was thinking this scene takes place after Jaune protects May from being raped by some hoodlums during the Student Council President arc/debacle. He would’ve been expelled if not for him obviously being in the right. Morons should’ve checked for cameras or bystanders before any funny business. Connections and money might keep you out of jail, but it doesn’t stop anyone from breaking your face in the heat of the moment. Though an argument could be made for Jaune going a little overboard with dispensing justice, but not really it’s just them trying to victimize themselves. It’s not like he can defend himself using his Shadow persona as the reason he broke so many bones. He actually held back! A little bit at least. “They have soft bones.” (Man from UNCLE) It was very kind of him to leave them alive and breathing! With state of the art treatments and some semi experimental techniques that are on the hush hush, they should be out of the hospital in six to nine months! ‘69 months?!’ No, six to nine months! Arslan has been having doubts about Mr. Scummy President Guy(SPG for short until I get a name) for a while now and whether he’ll actually be a good ally vs Jaune. This incident could just be the tipping point. The security footage also shows SPG that while he may be superior to Jaune in organized matches with rules, codes of conduct, honor bound(not that the little weasel has much) exhibitions; in a no holds barred, gloves off, knock out drag out, last man standing, real world fight, his chances of victory fall off a cliff. And that’s while Jaune was outnumbered protecting May with whatever trash he can get his hands on, and still holding back quite a bit. Then again, when one’s training program is tantamount to ‘survive monsters’, it’s not really surprising. SPG isn’t thrilled with this revelation, but Arslan is getting even more excited. SPG is insulted that some commoner is making him feel unease, Arslan is insulted that Jaune was sandbagging himself so badly during their spars!

Anyway, onto the scene! The SFR crew are in the apartment/house they’re renting for now, winding down after a long day. Arslan is stewing over the conversation she had with Jaune over some tea (a far different setting than her usual desire for fighting meetings) post May rescue. Which was her probing for intel and trying to gauge his character from a different perspective from the first and only time she bothered to ‘talk’ to him (more like talking at him) when she was trying to get Ren back. Every time since it’s been from a lens of antagonism/self superiority, so she’s trying to see him again without those lenses in the way. The SFR clans are paranoid and isolationist, so being on this trip has been giving everyone a different perspective on things. I heard of a job interview tactic where the boss takes an applicant to a lunch and observes their behavior to the workers as a gauge, so she could be taking a page from that here to gauge Jaune. Ars has been considering breaking off relations with SPG due to differences in disposition and morals, despite all the potential connections they could gain if they stuck with him. Some things are just not worth your soul. The apparent problem they were sent to solve as a test of their capabilities, the actual situation they find themselves dealing with, the angles that are vital but they have no knowledge of, the many shades of grey and compromises to shuffle through that conflicts with their absolutist codes and all, it’s a lot to deal with.

Ars almost demands their honest thoughts, to which one of them responds that Ars isn’t going to like a lot of what she hears. Ars being the heir apparent to the Sun Ring and Atlan Branch is aware that she will need to hear troublesome news and different opinions at some point, but to hear them from her closest friends is going to hurt the most.

Nebula says that every time she’s in the vicinity of SPG her skin crawls, which is the general consensus from everyone. He doesn’t actually treat anyone with any kind of respect, and what little he does show is just for show. He even mocked May and her would’ve been rapists after the news broke, her for ‘having it coming’ (meaning her boobs, shy personality, just being a woman, him being a jerkass, etc) and them for getting beaten up by Jaune, getting caught, etc. He sees Aura as a relic of a bygone age or whatever, directly insulting the Clan as one of the few remaining active Aura groups. He makes speeches about the ‘failures of the Nobility’ in ‘support’ of the common class rise post Great War yet having noble blood himself and subtly uses it in arguments as to how he’s ‘naturally superior’ to others and yet denies the legitimacy of Arslan’s Noble heritage. He uses an enchanted ring/pendant/similar with charisma boost, making it all the easier for him to sway people to his side. The only ones that are immune/resistant to it are those with incredible willpower(Jaune, although an argument can be made for dense as hell in his case), a strong sense of duty(Arslan), insight(those that know what it is like Arslan and crew), natural magic resistance(Maidens and Gynoids), solid cold logic, strong loyalty(Ren), or the insane(Nora). The tool in itself isn’t bad, but he’s using it on everyone with no discipline, restraint, or respect, including Arslan and NDGO for dubious reasons, and an axe to grind against those who resist him. He’s even tried to break apart the friendship and teamwork of ANDGO!

One of the girls even ponders if they’re actually friends? Heresy! But she suggests the scenario where if they weren’t introduced to each other as children and told that it’s their duties as future Ring Bearers and Leaders to become friends, if they were allowed to grow with each other without outside interference, would they actually become friends? Their friendship and bonds began out of Clan loyalty and duty, but is it actually true friendship? Some of them were born from bonds of duty, arranged marriages, instead of natural love. Do any of them actually know what it means to be friends or feels how to be loved? Rens dad threw away his position as a Head and ran away to Vale to be with his lover. He cut all ties, changed his name, and started a new life from scratch. He abandoned his duty for love. (Insert ‘Duty is the Death of Love and Love is the Death of Duty argument’ here) He denied Ren his family (noble?) history to give Ren a clean slate for himself. If he stayed then Ren would be part of their circle, but instead he’s friends with commoners Jaune and Nora. The way that Ren acts with Jaune and Nora is completely different from how ANDGO treat each other. With the girls there’s almost a pecking order with Arslan at the top and the others being more or less her servants, and all of them servants to the SFR Clan first and their own people second. With Ren it’s natural and more honest, he has no fear of abandonment or retribution (outside maybe some harmless pranks or good natured griefing) from Jaune or Nora. He trusts them with a wholeheartedness that is enviable, and he receives that same trust from them. It’s an unconditional love and loyalty that is almost foreign to the Clan. ANDGO have known each other since they were toddlers, so why is Ren closer to others than they are? Even PRWBY seem to have a closer friendship with each other and JNR than what ANDGO do with a fraction of the time. Even Jaune’s ‘associates’ within the Xiongs are regarded as close equals instead of servants.

Side bit: They can sense that there’s something more to PRWBY than they’re letting on but perhaps not knowing they’re Maidens? Given the bad blood between the SFR and mages in general, and the ignorance of the Maidens with a lot of the real history and parts of their legacy, that’d go very bad if found out too soon. Perhaps that’s one reason that drew them to SPG as he’s one that is against the Maidens, at least publicly yet secretly wishes to control them which was found out with even some basic digging. Anyway, back to the tearjerker.

Dew mentions that this whole trip has made her feel like a fish out of water. She is so far out of her element it’s not even funny and easy for just about everyone to catch. Think of AtlA when Zuko, Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee went to the beach and were so out of place. Except that Zuko didn’t have the extra burden of hiding his special ancestry and trying to accomplish new political ties like Arslan does. She also finds herself jealous of the others since they’re allowed to choose their futures for themselves.

Perhaps they’ve been dealing with their problems from a secretive political groups standpoint instead of a humane view. So they agree to try and branch out and make friends outside their group. Sure they’ll keep their bonds made from growing up together, but a few outsiders wouldn’t be bad. Perhaps gaining a different perspective will help them out. When their entire lives have been practically decided and controlled from birth, this relative freedom will be an experience. If they’re going to be running the Clan one day, then they’ll need to learn to make choices for themselves. Which is perhaps part of the test from the beginning.

It closes with ANDGO collectively agreeing that it’s been a heavy night and they need some sleep. The decision being that of the two, Jaune is the better option for SCP and they should’ve spent more time scouting them out before making such decisions. It’ll be hard to gain the trust of Jaune and them since they were against him for so long, but the weight of regret would be gone and the serpent would be out of their nest. Perhaps they can glean a few things about friendship from being around Jaune. They’ll decide how to make amends tomorrow, maybe some sleep will provide some new answers. Sometimes the answers you’re looking for won’t appear until you’re not actively looking for them. Perhaps the Arc family will get a few visits to try and get a gauge of how the Arc loyalty looks and feels to figure out what the Clan is missing. Give them some ideas how to get closer to Jaune and Ren for their mission. And discovering the natural virility of the Arcs could also add some viability to Arslan’s desire to marry Jaune. The Clans numbers has been shrinking so new blood of this potency won’t be rejected. A family tree that becomes a wreath always ends badly. For a laugh I can see Arslan trying to be distant and professional during her visits to the Arc Family, but quickly discovering that no amount of discipline or martial training is enough to overcome Mama’s smothering love and embrace. Aura is wonderful, but it doesn’t replace the need for air. A nice parallel to Jaune’s discovery of said factoid and parallels Ruby’s decision to bring some of her friends over next time as sacrifices. She’s also never left a dinner feeling more stuffed. Mama has plenty of practice in the kitchen so can make even simple meals taste good, and she won’t accept anyone having anything less than a full plate. What’s the Remnant equivalent of a Mexican or Italian mother? The type that doesn’t allow for an empty plate and makes sure to send you home with plenty of leftovers. And then there’s several other emotions she’s trying to sort through. The last person to see through her so clearly and easily was her father.

Either just before they go to bed, few days after, or long after said heavy conversation Arslan drops a bracelet she was wearing to tea with Jaune, to which Dew asks if Arslan knew what Jaune’s type was, referring to his SFR type. She gets teased a little as if she was interested in Jaune romantically, (and who isn’t among them? He’s the only guy to treat them as people first despite being on opposing sides. They haven’t attacked his family so no need for anything massive, and he’s mature enough not to attack anybody for different opinions) you know a cutie scene. Arslan admits she’s completely forgotten about the bracelet, it’s a testing device that has been altered to fit into an innocuous item to test an aspirants Flames without them knowing. (Activated by a handshake? The SFR are oriental based where bowing is the way so not sure here) With the final answer being hidden behind a black screen, easily washed off with the right chemicals, the SFR clan can scope out new members to add to the clan. When the black screen is washed off cue the shocked screams of everyone’s realization that Jaune possesses Sky flames! No wonder he draws people in! “To envelop and accept them all” is the Sky’s role which he’s filling unconsciously. The Clan hasn’t had a Sky type in the past several generations and has been in a noticeable steady decline since, so finding Jaune is huge news!

Now how to alter this so Arslan and NDGO into romantically pursuing Jaune in the midst of this? I’m not entirely sure. Ars can still be the most Clan focused out of them in her pursuit. Without a personality base for the others I can’t say much.

The Shadow Knight Milita + Pendragon System

Alright, It's been a while, let's do this.

@noneatnonedotcom, Show me what you got for your Pendragon System.

@lonesilverw0lf get over here, you're invited too.

Shadow-Knights Militia, or maybe, Knights-at-Arms, they are the follows of Jaune's persona, the Shadow Knight, inspired by being directly saved by him, him saving a relative, watching him in action, and so on. Regardless, watching a single man, albeit skilled and strong, taking on Monsters and the occasional armed criminal as inspired them to take up arms on their own,

They tend to meet up on Shadow-Knight fan chatroom's (Vale's City Government might deny the existence of Grimm, but they aren't so powerful and authoritative to shut-down all these chat-rooms. Mostly because, for every one closed down, four more pop-up.) and then meet-up where-ever they can in real-life. Sometimes, it'll be a sympathetic buisness, or it'll be at the park, wherever they can, they will.

They are united by a simple informal creed a). protect your fellow person, and b). fight till the dawn.

Other than that they can carry whatever belief they want, and have the tendency to project onto the Shadow-Knight whatever beliefs they onto him, leading to a very fractious group.

In theory, this is a very dangerous position to be in, but in actuality, it's strength is in it independent cells. While anyone can join, and this could, in theory, lead to a charismatic figure head taking over a group with his creed or philosophy infecting the entire movement, in practice, these are all anonymous volunteers working towards a vague common goal. They don't get paid for this, can stop anytime they want, and they each shoulder the burden for the mission in their own way, with members entering and exiting group at the drop of a hat.

Making it, nigh impossible to unite them together, unless it was the Shadow Knight himself, which even then, would require some significant effort on his part.

They tend to be lightly arm and armored, using whatever they can get their hands on, and they could very well use-anything, from baseball-bats to hunting rifles, anything is possible, as these are just people that had enough and choose to do something, unfortunately, not all of them have the resources to fight effectively, but neither did Jaune at the start either, so, it's not a hopeless situation.

Regardless, as long as they have some kind of helmet on, it's considered in-uniform.

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Summer Lovin’ {part 4} // Matt Boldy

Word Count: 4.1K

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Finale

Summary: After befriending Trevor during your time away at school, you find yourself taking him up on an invitation to the Hughes Lake House.

Warnings: Smut (oral, m receiving; protected sex; dirty talk/foul language), swearing, mentions of anxiety, teeth-rotting fluff

*18+ only, minors DNI*

You both ignored Cole’s outburst, swimming alongside one another towards solid ground. When you reached dry sand, you threw yourselves onto one of the large towels the guides had laid out for everyone. You closed your eyes, still catching your breath, as you felt Matt’s large hands unbuckling your lifejacket.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm but I’m not much of an exhibitionist” you half-joked, sitting up so he could remove the damp material from your body. He chuckled, shaking his head as he unclipped and removed your helmet.

“I just want to hold you without these stupid things in the way” he explained, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his chest as he laid back down. You sighed contentedly, nuzzling deeper into him as the sun began drying you off.

“Is now okay to talk? I promise I was going to wait until tonight but I feel like given recent events we can move it up” you suggested quietly, playing with the chain around his neck. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest.

“Yes, we can talk now. Thanks for saving me.” You sat up, rolling your eyes as you leaned on your elbow. “I did not save your life; you would have been okay. But I appreciate you thinking so highly of me.”

He stroked the arm you still had around his torso, waiting patiently for you to begin. “Well, clearly everyone now knows we’re dating” you started. He nodded, “And how are you feeling about that?”

You thought it over before admitting, “I honestly don’t care, it seems silly that I was so worried about it this morning.”

“There had to have been a reason you were so against it though” he pushed, trying to understand what had led to your argument. You sat up fully, pulling him with you so you could face him easier. You noticed the group’s boats approaching the shore so you quickly began explaining yourself.

“I’m generally a pretty private person, especially with romantic relationships. In the past, I’d kind of dive in head first, bringing the guy to every party or get together and I just felt it made something that should be personal and intimate into something very public. Not that I’m trying to hide it but-” you sighed. “Am I making any sense?”

“Yeah, I mean you know I’m a quiet guy so I get not wanting everyone in your business. But they’re our friends who we’re sharing a house with for the next few weeks. I don’t think it’s the same thing as being all over each other at a party” he replied, playing with your fingers.

“You’re right, but my instinct was to protect this, protect us. I love Z, but you know how he is. I didn’t want anyone else’s input or comments on our relationship when it literally just began. I’m sorry about not explaining myself better before” you said, kissing his hands.

“I’m sorry too, we should’ve just had this conversation this morning rather than rushing out when things got tense.” He searched your face, sensing something else was going on. “Are you sure that’s it, though?”

You sighed, “I guess I just really didn’t expect to develop feelings for you so quickly. And part of me thinks it would’ve been so much easier if you were playing in Canada or something because then it would be a simple, straightforward fling. But I like you and we’re both heading to Minny after this. And really seeing where this goes means navigating you being a professional hockey player.”

“I mean, you have some experience just being friends with Z, right?”

“I can’t tell you the number of weird messages I got before I set all my socials to private and turned off my DM’s. So, part of me was really nervous when I actually started to like you because that reaction was just when people thought I was friends with an NHL player. It scares me to think about what they’d be like if we were publicly in a relationship.”

“First of all, I don’t have anywhere near the number of fangirls as Z” he smiled, making you laugh and punch his shoulder. “And secondly, we don’t have to figure that all out right now. We can see where this goes. I know you like having clear plans and rules but I don’t think that’s realistic when it comes to relationships. People and situations change, you just have to face it together as it comes, you know?”

You nodded, still surprised at his maturity, especially in the face of all that was said and done to one another today. “You’re right, my control freak was definitely showing there.”

He shook his head and kissed your forehead, “Don’t say it like that, it’s normal to be nervous about things. I just want you to tell me when you get stuck in a loop like that so I can help you out of it, that’s all.” You nodded and pressed your lips to his, cupping his face in your hands. You two pulled away as you heard the first boat hit the sand and you shot up when you saw who was approaching.

“Y/N, please let me explain-” Z started but you cut him off.

“How could you possibly explain this away Trevor?! You could’ve seriously hurt Matt! Not everything is a game!” you shouted, feeling Matt place a hand on your shoulder to try to calm you down.

“Don’t you think I know that?! I’ve been panicked trying to get to you guys to make sure you’re okay” he yelled back. “I obviously know I fucked up, you don’t need to point it out!”

“What do you expect me to do?! Not be mad right now?! You’re unbelievable!”

“Oh, I’M unbelievable?!” Trevor shouted, taking a step closer. You felt Matt tense beside you as Cole tried to get between you saying, “Look, Y/N it was just as much my fault for goofing off with him in the boat.”

“Cole, I appreciate what you’re trying to-” you started at the same time as Trevor yelled, “Have you not butt into things enough today, man?!”

You were surprised Trevor was matching your anger and even directing it towards others. He usually stayed calmed and deflected your mood when it turned sour but his face was twisted with fury.

“I cannot believe you right now, Y/N! I at least know and can own that I fucked up back there, alright? Meanwhile you’ve been lying to my face for a week!”

“Trevor, not everything is about you! And I didn’t lie, I just…kept this to myself.”

“Oh, so it wasn’t a lie when I straight up asked you if anything was going on a few days ago and you said nothing? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” he shook his head at you.

“Fine, you’re right! That was a lie and I’m sorry. But forgive me for trying to figure this out on my own without your input on the matter! Matt and I are not your business.”

He scoffed turning away from you. You saw the rest of the group huddled together by the boats, trying to give you space but clearly overhearing everything. “You’re one of my best friends, Y/N, I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth.”

“Trevor, do you really think you would have let it go if I told you I was dating Matt? That you wouldn’t have poked and prodded, goading us for more information? Because you would have.”

“That’s not true, Y/N, and you didn’t even give me the chance to prove it. Would I have teased you guys? Obviously, I’m me. But I wouldn’t have kept inserting myself in the middle if you had told me to back off. I know how private you are, I would’ve respected that.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. He was right, you didn’t even give him the opportunity to be a good friend to you in this situation. “You’re right, Z, I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to keep this between Matt and I at the start but I shouldn’t have straight up lied to you like that. Will you forgive me?”

“Only if you forgive me for almost murdering your boyfriend.”

“I’ll only do that if you agree to take everyone out to a nice meal this evening for all the trouble you caused today.”

He grinned at you, opening his arms, “Deal.” You met him halfway in a hug and saw everyone else slowly make their way over. “Sorry everyone, I promise no more drama the rest of the summer.”

“Z, don’t make promises you can’t keep” Quinn joked, clapping him on the back. Everyone laughed and the tension disappeared. You also apologized to everyone but they brushed you off, saying this wasn’t uncommon. Apparently, shoving up to a dozen people in a house together led to quick tempers by July.

As you walked back to the cars, you held Matt’s hand, lost in thought. “Does this mean today will be our anniversary or should it be yesterday?” Matt mused, making you giggle. “Why are you laughing? That was a serious question.”

“Sorry, you’re just such a dork” you grinned, pecking his cheek. “I vote today because if we count last night, all we’ve done in our first 24 hours is fuck and fight.”

“I mean, it’s not the worst starting point.”

“Wouldn’t you rather consider us becoming official as I plunged into the water to rescue you?” He couldn’t argue with that logic so he smiled, “You’re right. Today it is.”

That matter settled, you got into Jack’s backseat for the ride home. You rested your head on Matt’s shoulder and quickly dozed off for the ride home.

****

Matt was beyond relieved that things were settled between the two of you now. He ran his hand through your hair as he watched the scenery pass by. “Jack, will you be honest with me?” he asked and Jack quickly agreed. “Were we fooling any of you?”

Sienna laughed loudly before remembering you were asleep but you didn’t even flinch at the noise. “I mean, Hannah and I pretty much had you pegged from the start but the boys really fell for the go around from you two and Quinn.”

“Babe, you knew this whole time and you didn’t let me in on the secret?!” Jack fake pouted.

“It wasn’t my secret! And I didn’t trust you to not spill the beans the moment you were tipsy.”

Matt chuckled at their banter, finding himself agreeing with Sienna on this one—Jack loved running his mouth when he was drinking. “Does this make you guys a real thing now?” Jack asked, making Matt smile as he nodded.

“We are but nothing on social media yet except for whatever we’re all up to as a group. She apparently got flooded with people in her DM’s and comments when Z posted them together on his story. It really freaked her out.”

“That’s understandable, people can be intense. I was already in the public eye because of my job but I get why she’s hesitant to put herself out there like that” Sienna agreed. The rest of the car ride was spent chatting quietly as you dozed on his shoulder and he couldn’t have been happier if he tried.

As you pulled up to the house, he gently shook you awake. He thought the way you yawned and stretched was adorable and you caught him staring. “What?” you laughed poking him and getting out of the car, which Matt somehow found even more endearing.

You both made your way upstairs but he hesitated by the bathroom door. “Do you want to shower first?”

You poked your head over the banister to find everyone else on the back patio, soaking up the last of the sun as they waited for you both to shower and get the lake grime off before dinner. “Or you could join me and we save time and water in the process” you countered, grinning up at him.

“Well, if it’ll help the environment” Matt agreed, making you giggle before pulling him behind you into the bathroom.

****

You both made quick work of your clothes as the water warmed behind the glass. You tested it with your hand as Matt dug around in the cabinets, “There is no way they don’t have condoms in here” he mumbled to himself making you giggle. He victoriously pulled one out that had been hiding behind a stack of towels. “Does that mean every other couple here has fucked in this shower at some point?” you grimaced.

He shrugged, peppering your face with kisses before replying, “Probably but didn’t you already kind of assume that?” You had no argument there so you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply making him groan into your mouth. He backed up to enter the shower only to trip on the lip of the tub. Once you were sure he was okay, you doubled over in laughter.

“Babe, really? This is not setting the mood at all” he whined making you laugh more. “Plus, we can’t take forever, as much as I’d love to.”

You nodded in agreement following him into the shower, occasionally breaking your kisses to giggle again, much to Matt’s embarrassment. His hand began circling your clit, drawing a moan from your lips and making you forget all about his earlier mishap. He smirked proudly before kissing you again all while teasing you as the water coursed around you.

You pulled away to drop to your knees before him. “I really wanted to do this last night you know” you teased, taking him in your hand and slowly pumping the length of him. He moaned at the tight grip you had on his cock. “Well, I won’t be stopping you this time” he ground out as you ran your tongue softly along the length of him before sucking on his tip. “Shit, Y/N.”

You smirked before bobbing your head on his dick, your mouth meeting your hands at his base as you took him fully into your mouth. You continued the motion as quiet swears escaped his mouth. “Do you like that, Matty?” you asked, his nickname sounding filthy as you continued stroking him.

“Fuck, you know it does” he replied making you chuckle. “But I think your pussy will feel even better.”

You’d already felt yourself heating up as you worked him but his words made you pulse with desire. You stood up to kiss him as he made quick work of the condom. He spun you around, pressing you into the slick tile before entering you much faster than the night before.

“Shit, you’re soaked for me. Have you just been waiting for me to fuck you like this all day?” he asked, his words making you tighten around him. God, who would have expected this man to have such a deliciously dirty mouth?

“No, I’d been thinking a lot of about Z to be honest with you” you goaded.

“Well, if that’s the case…” he said, pulling out and making you whine. “I’m sorry, I was kidding, please put it back in.”

“Only good girls get fucked, you should know that Y/N” he murmured, teasing your entrance with his tip causing you to arch further into him.

“I’ll be so good for you, Matty, please” you whined and he obliged, pushing into you harder this time at the insult you’d thrown his way. “God, you fuck me so good” you moaned as he kept up his relentless pace. Your moans and the sound of him slamming into you from behind filled the room and the filthy noises sent a thrill down your spine.

“Do you like how tight my pussy is for you?” you questioned causing him to groan in your ear. His head dropped to your shoulder as he nodded, his fingers deftly finding your clit again. “I could stay buried in you all night, baby, but we got to wrap this up soon.”

You nodded, losing yourself in the feel of him filling you up while he rubbed you out. He gripped your hips so tightly you were sure you’d have bruises in the morning but you didn’t care as he lifted you off the floor to fuck you even deeper, causing you to moan and squeeze your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm building.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop” you panted, slamming back into him. This time, he allowed you to meet him halfway and the two of you grinding into each other

quickly sent you over the edge. You lost your footing as your knees gave out, Matt smoothly pulling you to his chest to keep you upright as he chased his own high.

He began losing his rhythm so you knew he was close as you said, “Please, Matty, I want you to cum for me.” Your words snapped whatever hold he had over himself and he groaned as he held your hips to his, shuddering as he came.

“Fuck, Y/N” he said a moment later, peppering your shoulders with kisses. He quickly pulled out, making you whine at the loss of him as he leaned out of the shower to toss out the condom. “No need to whine, I’m right here babe” he smirked. “Here, let’s clean up quick” he said reaching for what he knew was your bar of soap.

He lathered his hands up before massaging the suds into your skin. You leaned back into his chest until he finished, handing you the soap so you could return the favor. You made quick work of it, leaning up to grab the shampoo all the guys shared. “You have to lean down a bit babe” you laughed trying to reach the top of his head.

He smiled and kneeled down, placing gentle kisses on your belly as you massaged his scalp. Despite his protests, you grabbed your own conditioner and applied it to the ends of his hair. “Matthew, 2-in-1’s aren’t a real thing, okay?”

“Whatever you say” he hummed, simply enjoying the feel of your hands in his hair. As you finished, he stood up, jokingly pretending to squirt the guy’s shampoo into your hair.

“What did I just say?!” you laughed, making him chuckle as he reached above you to grab your actual shampoo. “I really have to thank whatever ex taught you to give scalp massages” you murmured.

“She ended up being pretty awful, so maybe not” he half-joked. You turned at the change in his tone. “Do you want to talk about it?” you questioned as he moved onto conditioning your hair. He shook his head, “Someday, but right now I just want to be here with you.”

His answer made you grin and you gave him a quick kiss before shutting off the water. As you both dried yourselves, you checked the time on your phone, grimacing at how long you’d taken. You had maybe ten minutes before someone came looking for you both.

“Here’s the plan, Boldy. I’m going to dry my hair in here, you go to your room and get dressed. Pick out a dress from my closet and bring it back to me.”

“Aye, aye captain” he saluted before leaving the room. He returned a few moments later, somehow having picked out your favorite sundress from the ones you’d brought.

“Great choice, Matty, thank you” you said, slipping it on. You applied your makeup as efficiently as possible but you felt his eyes on you the whole time. “Okay, stop gawking and let’s head out weirdo.”

****

As Matt’s feet hit the stairs, he saw Quinn poke his head around the corner, seemingly to call for you both to hurry up. “Oh, perfect timing, let’s go.”

The restaurant was only a ten-minute walk, so you all opted against driving so everyone could enjoy drinking without two people having to DD. He smiled slightly as you swung your hands together between the two of you, chatting it up with Z. Once you were in viewing distance of the other patrons, Matt gave your hand a brief kiss before letting it go, wanting to respect your desire for privacy. You beamed up at him, mouthing ‘thank you’ before following Sienna inside.

The restaurant was owned by family friends so they placed your group in a private section, a curtained door separating you from the other guests. Matt settled into his seat beside you. Z took the other spot next to you, quickly capturing your attention with a story.

Awhile later, your appetizers arrived along with your drinks. “To one more rascal joining us for the summer!” Jack toasted to Cole, causing a cheer to erupt from the group. You all dug into the apps, everyone’s volume increasing as more drinks were consumed.

A few hours later, Matt put his napkin on top of his plate. He felt you loop your arm through his and he turned to see you smiling at him with slightly glazed eyes, “Hi Matty” you slurred, making him chuckle.

“Hi, darling, did you enjoy your dinner?” he asked and you nodded eagerly. “It’s been great, the best part is I guilted Z into footing the bill” you giggled.

“I know, you were very clever with that before” he smiled and you beamed proudly up at him, placing a quick kiss on his nose before turning to Sienna, who had called your name. After Z settled the tab, Matt helped you to your feet.

“Stop fussing, I’m fine!” you hissed, defiantly pulling away to try and prove your point. He let you go but stayed close behind as you and Sienna held onto one another to keep from stumbling during the short walk home.

“Bolds I have a small request for you” Trevor whispered, throwing his arm around Matt’s shoulders. Matt rolled his eyes but motioned for him to continue. “Do you think you could corral your girl into your room for the night? I want to have someone over.”

“Sure, I can manage that.” Trevor thanked Matt before stopping behind the group to pull out his phone and call his new girl. The group was safely out of sight of any random passersby, so Matt stepped up to you, pulling you into his side, Jack doing the same with Sienna. “Hey beautiful, how about you spend the night with me again?”

You paused to think it over, the house quickly coming into view. “I’ll allow it but no funny business, mister, I am way too far gone” you hiccupped.

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t even on my mind babe” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I don’t know if I should appreciate that or be insulted” you mumbled as he helped you up the front stairs and into the house. He waved to the others, continuing to guide you up to his room. He left you standing by the closed bedroom door, quickly pulling down the covers to help you settle in.

“I’m going to grab a wipe for your makeup, just wait here, okay?” You nodded, sitting on the bed to remove your shoes. Matt couldn’t have been gone more than a minute but he still returned to find you curled up and asleep. He smiled taking in the sight of your tussled hair, mouth slightly open as you breathed deeply.

He grabbed a few more supplies before settling on the floor in front of your sleeping frame. He gently removed your makeup before massaging a wet washcloth over your face to get what he had missed. He scooped out some of your moisturizer, applying a thick layer to your skin, figuring it would be better to use too much than too little. He gently propped you up despite your sleepy protests, replacing your dress with one of his tees before tucking you in under the covers. He placed the water and Tylenol he had gotten for you on your nightstand before changing into shorts. He was about to climb into bed beside you but couldn’t help himself from taking a quick photo of you before turning off the lights.

He felt as though he’d already disturbed you enough by doing your nighttime routine for you, so he settled into his side of the bed. Not a moment later, he felt you flip over and wrap your arms around his torso, resting your head against his back. He smiled before whispering, “Good night beautiful."

A/N: I'm sorry this one took a bit longer to get out, I had to edit it down quite a bit. I'm hoping to get the next part up some time this weekend/early next but I don't think this story has much more to it so it may resolve itself soon. As always, thanks for the love :)

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