#and of course this team is in the top 3... squirrel.... come ON...

[icewindandboringhorror]

It always seems a bit unbalanced on The Great Food Truck Race when there will be multiple teams who are cooking a wide variety of complex dishes with 10 different components and a bunch of prep work, and then there's that one team who like... exclusively serves plain crepes with some premade nutella on them, or plain waffles with just some whipped cream and cut up strawberries lol...

[silvyysthings]

Well sit me down and call me shocked….Not! “PLANNED HEADLINES” with Timmy and their PR Romance and getting in the way of her being with Travis? So the anon (who is most probably her PR team) are now implying through Deux that there is some sort of Contractual Business Agreement in place for the “Never existed” romance saying the headlines are planned with Timmy and his team in advance and she wants out? Don’t get too excited my loves incase you didn’t know Season 4 of her show was recently filmed and has a new premiere date of September 28. In recent articles it teases their storyline might be included (because does it mean anything if you can’t sell it?).This Deux blind could be another PR trick from both camps and her and Timmy turn up together somewhere finally in a clear photo. Timmy and his team need to read the room as he may as well hit the “detonate” button on his career if that happens. Timmy is ambitious and has played along with backyard, taco dates, driveway shots etc etc etc but from watching and reading these last few months it’s her and her family with their Social Media Power that has the upper hand in trade Media. IF blind is true he will continue his silence knowing she can bury him at anytime. He will also pop up for a staged fan photo in the next 48 hours looking like he never played along or gives a shit. If it’s a another PR trick for attention and they continue they will be seen together or more of her insider sources will let us know the blind is a lie on top of the break up rumors via more countless press articles………. Well! Well! Well! …….what did I just say…..Just as I’m writing this we get another blurry photo of them in France which fans are saying is also fake and Blurry of course. Isn’t she meant to be in Italy? Fans are now tweeting threads with receipts on how this never existed or how they have been in separate places for months. Jesus Timmy what are him and his team involved in? Does he want attention at any cost for Dune 2 and Wonka? This is embarrassing. The new Deux blind implies she’s still in love with Travis and spent her birthday with him privately but is in a what bearding contract? with “planned headlines” she can’t get out of and now another bullshit blurred photo in France to muddy the waters? Thing is it’s working as we are all talking about it. Just remember Deux wrote “I do think her and Timmy have cooled off” when she comes back aggressively saying it’s not true and their still together. Is the reason Timmy hasn’t ended this because she has the goods on him or will make him look bad in the narrative on the next season of her Reality Show starting soon? Wow. Cue pap or staged fan photo with Timmy along with a script on how amazing he is in 3….2….1. What a SHIT Show. Imagine having to work this hard to prove your in a secret squirrel relationship but never shut up in the press about giving updates nobody asked for every 10 business days to what prove he’s in a relationship with a woman or keeping press attention during a strike? This is getting old and starting to wear thin with Fan fatigue. If it’s not and they are both playing PR games and he’s actually dating her..yeah Good Luck with that! He needs to ask himself why as part of their “secret, casual shes busy but they like each other and see each other when they can” relationship update articles a few days ago her sources thought it necessary to speak on behalf of Travis Scott and let us know “Travis is not dating anybody seriously right now”… um o.k??? Anyway back to the new blurry photos in France that mysteriously turned up on Twitter a few hours after the Deux blind. It’s looking like a P.R nightmare.

Well I appreciate you all send me anons but you can stay within 10 lines? Thank you😅😂

One thing that isn't clear imho,maybe, is that TIMMY DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK BEFORE , DURING AND AFTER. For the blurry photos I even don't want to express myself ...😅😂🤦‍♀️

[chungledown-bimothy]

wanna infodump about pachirisu?

hey anon i am kissing you on the mouth okay let's go

so, it's 2014. the pokemon vcg world championships is on the horizon.

enter Park Sejun. he went into the tournament as a favorite by a significant amount, having a 2nd place finish at worlds in 2011 and top 8 in 2012 and 2013 (all of which were within 3 games of becoming the champion) and dominating the south korean scene all year.

a lot of that was due to his team building. he consistently ran innovative teams that hugely shaped the meta. mega kangaskhan, for example, dominated most of the world, but sejun's answer to it meant it was not finding that same success in south korea.

the main narrative around him rocking up to the tournament with pachirisu is that he loved it so much, he was determined to make it work come hell or high water.

but that's not the full story. it was actually a fucking brilliant strategic choice.

i could go on a whole other infodump about the details of how the format being restricted to the kalos regional dex led to the specific conditions that made this possible, but i won't.

the important part is that Sejun saw mega gyarados being potentially in a really, really strong spot as the meta swung pretty massively right before worlds.

the only question, then, is how to support it, since it was still pretty hard checked by some pretty strong and popular pokemon at the time.

again, i could go on about the other pokemon he brought and how every single choice was incredibly well thought out, but this is about pachirisu.

stats wise, while it's offensively not great, it's surprisingly bulky, especially when compared to the other format-legal pokemon that could learn the move follow me, which was its primary role on the team. that redirect could be used to protect gyarados, allowing it time to set up dragon dances and all that good stuff.

but that's not the end of how incredibly strong a supportive pokemon it can be, especially if you're not prepared for it.

it also ran nuzzle, which does approximately 0 damage but paralyzes, which in gen 6 quartered the pokemon's speed, not halved it, and super fang, which, due to it always doing half the target's remaining hp, made pachirisu enough of a damage threat that you can't just ignore it. you've gotta deal with the little motherfucker, or you're gonna get fucked up. pachirisu also has volt absorb, further covering against the very strong electric types that were popular at the time.

and then, of course, was the element of surprise. many people at the tournament had never played against it competitively, and even those who had were likely to not know/remember that it can learn follow me, and failing to play around follow me can be absolutely devastating.

this is already pretty long so i'm not gonna break down his 2-0 win in the finals, but my god he made calls with pachirisu specifically that were incredibly intelligent and were absolutely crucial to his victory

tl;dr, Park Sejun is fucking brilliant, and with a series of some of the biggest brain choices to ever hit the vgc scene, both in team building and in-game, he wrecked shop with the little zappy squirrel that most people wouldn't even begin to consider for any team, let alone one at the highest competitive level.

also it's so fucking cute ^_^

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

🐰Having a Manager who adored animals🐶

Inarizaki x Gender Neutral Manager

Warnings: sensitive material including mentions of animals deaths

A/N: This is a special request by @simp-s-for-yandere-s! I tried making the manager gender neutral this time around!

Yn you are one lucky manager ❤️

Seriously I'm just going to say

Inarizaki is probably one of the top 3 teams to manage for

Yes you have to deal with Atsumu 🙄

But like you have Kita, Suna, Michinari, Omimi, Osamu, Aran AND Ginjima

And if there is one thing these idiots guys can handle it's a Atsumu's drama

Like seriously YN don't even worry about Atsumu

Just occasionally praise him and water/feed him

Kita and Aran are absolute ROCKS

These boys will drop anything to help you out 😍

No joke

Sure they may grumble or complain but they won't ever deny you assistance

They know just how sweet and amazing their precious YN is

They are fiercely protective of you

Like you can tell them you are fine but that just goes over their heads ✈️

Like in one ear and out the other without even stopping to buffer

Like we've all heard of "alpha males"

Inarizaki is the DEFINITION of alpha males

They will follow you everywhere and do everything in their power to protect you from physical harm

Stick with me, I'm getting to the point

When it's come to physical confrontation, they out their chests and ✨hoover✨

However 👀

When it comes to emotional protection and understanding, these boys are taken aback

Please don't get me wrong

Kita and Aran are absolutely fantastic

Even Michinari, Omimi, Ginjima and Suna know how sort of what to do

Atsumu and Osamu not so much 😬

But we will get to them later

Their first experience with your fierce love of animals came when you walked by a pet store

The boys were walking and made it an entire block past the pet store before they even noticed you weren't with them

"Where's YN?" Michinari says in panic

Literally they all stop and scan instantly

Atsumu sees you because he has fantastic eye sight 👁

Setter perks 💅

Osamu and Atsumu race to you 🏃‍♂️

Literally brace yourself YN

They stop right in front of you

Your eyes look up to them

"🥺 look at the kittens 🥺"

LOCK 👏🏻 DOWN 👏🏻 IT👏🏻 YN👏🏻

They boys will just stare at you as their hearts melt

Seriously they're ruined

They are totally getting you a kitten YN

The pull you have 💅

After that, they truly begin to understand your fierce desire to love and care for animals

Every dog that crosses your path 👉🏻 endless pets

Every cat 👉🏻 they cannot contain their purrs 🐱

Every squirrel 👉🏻 legit sits right next to you on a bench 🐿

Every duck 👉🏻 bellies gully after you feed them your old bread 🦆

Move over Snow White, we got a new animal whisperer in town 🙌🏻

The boys are in awe of how amazing you are with animals and how much they seem to love you too

It literally brings so much joy to their hearts

Even Atsumu's cold grinch heart grows 3 sizes 😩

You can't convince me he's not a grinch 🙅‍♀️

Look at the man he radiates grinch energy

NE WAYS these boys love to see you happy

Now picture this

You are walking through the park with Atsumu and Osamu

They are fighting of course 🙄

Would you expect less?

Suddenly, you stop immediately 🙅‍♀️

Atsumu and Osamu keep walking

Legit they are lost in their own world

Suddenly you scream and shout at them to stop as you come flying up besides them

You crouch down a few feet in front of them

Osamu and Atsumu are so confused

Atsumu actually thinks you are just tying your shoe laces 🤚🏻

Suddenly they hear you start to cry

Atsumu is frozen because like why are you crying?

Osamu at least has the sense to approach you

"Yn what's wrong?"

He sees you crouched over a little bird who is laying deceased in the middle of the walking trail

You are an absolute mess 😭

Honestly sweet bby I don't blame you 🥺

"This poor sweet bird" you coo as Osamu looks to Atsumu

Like I said, worst possible duo to handle emotion outside of Kags and Hinata

Osamu won't say anything

Atsumu on the other hand 🤦‍♀️

"Yn it's just a bird, it happens"

Wrong thing to say

Someone smack him

Osamu 👉🏻 👊🏻👦🏼

"Owe you dumb-"

Osamu just jabs his brother as he looks at you now sitting by the bird

Osamu decides they need reinforcements

Like the twins share one working brain cell and Osamu has it

He goes to text the group chat

Before he can even do it, kita is in chat asking what's wrong

Like his YN sense is tingling

He just ✨knows✨

Osamu 👉🏻 "YN needs help"

These boys drop EVERYTHING AND RUN

Osamu sends the location but they don't need it

Suna has everyone's phones tracked 📱

Tell me he doesn't, I dare you

He does it for fun and because Atsumu has lost his phone more than once

Kita is speed walking because he doesn't want to arouse suspicion

Aran, Ginjima, and Michinari are running

They have zero chill

Omimi and Suna are walking but at like a steady pace

They conserve energy ok because someone needs to have control 💁

They pull up and see you crying by the animal

⚠️EVERYONE MOVE OUT OF THE WAY⚠️

Aran, Kita and Michinari got this

Michinari will sit beside you and give you a hug 🫂

Sweet angel is the most sensitive

Kita is already planning a little memorial service for the bird

He sends Omimi, Suna and Ginjima to the store for supplies

Aran is like the overall calming presence

When the squad returns, Kita will help you pick the perfect spot to lay the precious being to rest ❤

Seriously this man is so thoughtful

Don't worry, Atsumu and Osamu will keep quiet

Like I genuinely think they would be respectful

As much of a self centered jerk Atsumu can be at times, I think the mans would actually be really sweet

When you ask "I don't understand why this happens?"

They all go silent 😶

Like they want to give you an answer but they don't know what to say

Aran steps up to the plate 🙌🏻

Thank god because nobody else has the tact to explain things like Aran does

Aran will give you an honest yet sincere answer

One thay makes you nod and ask for a hug

Seriously they are all amazing huggers YN go to any of them 😍

Afterwards, they will truly try to make you feel better

Osamu is going to suggest food

Like come on now did anyone have any doubts?

"Food sounds great" 😊

Hearts 👉🏻 melted ♥️

Seriously YN these guys would do anything for you

You are one lucky person 🥺

Taglist: @loevngyuno

[kitkatt0430]

Congrats for managing to finish The Flash! You're braver than any U.S marine, tbh. I left it when I could, lmao. It's been. . . wild seeing how it played out. Okay, here's a fun question: top 10 missed opportunities they failed to take. And which of those you wish to explore in fic? I'm sorry if this is a lot but yeah.

P.S: Eddie is genuinely back and alive??? No B.S?? I am shookth.

Thank you. I get most of my courage from my dog, who lets me rant to her about poor plotting when I watch Flash episodes as long as I give her scritches and encourage her vendetta with the squirrels. :D

Hmmm, Top Ten Missed Opportunities...

In no particular order

1.) Not bringing Harry back in S5. He still had a lot more story to tell and exploring how he learns to live with his new disabilities would have been better than what we got with Sherloque. I mean, the new Wells always winds up growing on me because Tom always had a lot of fun bringing the Wells variants to life, but Harry leaving the Team was very abrupt and his story wasn't done. And now it'll always be this big question mark hanging over the character.

This is definitely something I'd be interested in exploring in fic. I've done so already to very small degrees, but it's definitely something I want to take a deeper look at eventually.

2.) Leonard Snart leading the Rogues. There was the build up and no payoff, thanks to the Legends stealing Len and then killing him off. Leonard Snart and his Rogues are a big deal in the comics, so not having that group come together as a legitimate threat to Barry in the show is always going to be a big disappointment. It meant no more Lisa Snart too, which was really unfortunate.

Guess I'm just gonna have to keep writing my 'Rogues as a dysfunctional found family' fics and imagining what could have been.

3.) Failing to give Cisco a proper send off. After promising an interesting plot for Cisco before S7 began, the build up for him leaving was basically a series of background events in other people's stories. His final episode, though very fun, felt very much like they'd forgotten Carlos was leaving the show until the last minute and had to scramble to send off Cisco.

I've kind of written around the issue, but for me the fix fic is Cisco not leaving at all. So I don't think a proper send off story is in the works for me to write.

4.) Making Frost a lesbian. After failing to keep Hartley in the pilot and having a queer character on the main cast from the start, they should have had an openly queer character on the show at some point. Frost would have been a great choice for this and it would have avoided the relationship with Mark Blaine who was a character that never should have joined the main cast. Allegra being queer would have been lovely too. Or Chester. Just... someone ought to have been out.

Of course they're all queer characters when I write them, so... :D

5.) Never fixing the STAR Labs building. It's a little thing, but restoring the building would have been a great metaphor for the team pulling back together after a time of upheaval. Or perhaps showing the differences in the timeline after Flashpoint.

I did address this point. With squirrels. :D

6.) Taking away Cisco's powers instead of developing them further. Cisco's powers in the comics are truly phenomenal and watching Cisco grow from fearing them to enjoying them on screen was lovely. The abrupt one-eighty on his feelings towards his powers in S5 looks far too much like a bad reaction to breaking up with Cynthia and reeks of the show runners not knowing how to handle writing Vibe. After all that build up for Cisco as Vibe, throwing it down the drain was a massively wasted opportunity.

Giving Cisco back his powers or having him never ditch them at all is definitely something I feature in my fanfics with Cisco that take place in S5 or afterwards.

7.) Not making Hartley more like his comics self. They had every opportunity to grow his character, especially when they reintroduced him post Crisis. And they never did despite clearly being aware the comics character is a much beloved one.

Hartley fix-its are definitely a favorite flavor of my fanfic writing, however. And my fanfic reading. :D

8.) Wally 'graduating' from Kid Flash to Flash. Wally is one of the more popular Flashes in the comics and he deserved to have that acknowledged on the show.

This is something I'll get around to writing fix-its for eventually. I still can't believe the show ended and Wally is still just Kid Flash with the yellow and red suit.

9.) Not having children as metas. We got Frankie, but that's basically it. (Jax was a high school student in 2013, but had graduated by the time he showed up in S2.) The accelerator had to have affected children. Teens sneaking out at night, late night school events like band concerts, younger siblings at football games, etc...

I'm not great at writing kids, but addressing the lack of children as metas is something I want to write. Such as my much younger Joss Jackam that I want to return to at some point. (Also because that version of Mark Mardon is adorable too.)

10.) Only having Flashpoint as a single episode. Flashpoint was a big deal in the comics and would have been a lot more impactful if it had been a longer arc.

Personally, I think the resolution to Flashpoint should have been tied into Nora's death coming full circle for Barry. Though I did think the episode where that night did come full circle was well done. But eventually I will wind up writing my own version of both Flashpoint and how Barry came to tell his S1 self not to stop Eobard from murdering Nora.

And, yup, Eddie's alive again in canon. He's been thoroughly mind screwed by the Negative Speed Force and is still it's Avatar, but destroying the N!SF's crystal and actively choosing not to hate Barry - to set aside his resentment over the life he didn't get to have - seems to have had a profound affect on the interior of the N!SF. Hopefully Eddie's innate good nature will have prove to cause a permanent change to the N!SF itself, making them allies for Team Flash in the future. Though, as Eddie noted, he's not always going to agree with Barry or want to do things Barry's way, so... it's an interesting place to leave him even if I disagree with how he got there.

[elenamegan14]

Twisted Wonderland: Headcanons for Dorm Haunted Houses Pt.4 - Savannaclaw

MASTERLIST

Part 3

TW: Themes of Cannibalism and Gore in Haunted House. 

THE ATTRACTION:

Savannaclaw’s haunted house is centered on the Elephant Graveyard’s theme. Only darker and gorier.

It’s a “Cannibal” Rave Party where the menu on the house is… YOU!

Guests entered a large gate out of a giant mammoth skeleton amongst the rocky hills. Green lights and fogs shrouded them everywhere. Graphic animal carcasses and skeletons littered on every single step that the guests took around their haunted house. Dark Tribal and Progressive House music echoes all across the hills. 

As they climbed on top of the rocky hills, they saw a rave party being celebrated amongst the whooping Savannaclaw students, dancing amongst the strobe lights with a DJ on top of the hill. As they beckoned guests to come closer, they can see limbs, heads and organs splattered across the banquet table. Everyone is sporting a bloodied mouth, tribal tattoos and a nasty smirk as they tried to grab the guests by force. It was primal - many guests are quite spooked. 

Ruggie is the second-in-command of all the ‘predators’ and the saboteur of the team. His role is to sabotage the participants during the obstacle course as well as instructing the ‘predators’ to hunt as many participants as they can. He was wearing a hyena-themed like rave tribal outfit along with a mask made out of antelope skull. He accessorized himself with pieces of teeth and bones. 

After going through the mini haunted house, participants and guests were then escorted to the start lines where they were given each towel and water bottles to refresh themselves.  

It may not look like it, but Leona did put a bit of an effort to the dorm’s haunted house, only because it’s a chance for him to unleash his beastly side upon the poor guests and first-years. 

Their dorm’s haunted house is the most athletic one out of the dorms. Think of the Zombie Run or The Walking Dead Obstacle Course marathons, only this one has hungry predators chasing the hell after you. 

Of course, guests who are willing to be a little sporty tonight are allowed to participate in this interactive obstacle course, but while they went on a normal route, the students who took on the charm challenge are instead given a more difficult course. 

They’re selling the usual merchandise: t-shirts, flags, water bottles, and sports bands are quite popular but the most fast-selling items are their unique necklaces. And pictures of Leona. Rook and Vil hunted him down to pose per Ruggie’s request. The Crafts Club took this as a chance to show off their skills at making tribal accessories and keychains.

Leona’s costume evoked a sense of raw power - ripped off tribal-like punk-like leather with his black tribal tattoos and makeup. His teeth are bleached with red dye, to make it seem that he already ate up his ‘preys’ before and his stomach had room for seconds. 

Strangely, most of the female guests are willing to be captured by ‘Leona’ when they have to go through the ‘Predator’s Cove’, perhaps it was their strange kinks but who he is to deny when he plays along as their ‘king’. 

Actually, most ‘predators’ who already got romantic partners took this as an opportunity to play ‘predator and prey’ kink to a whole new level. They were responsible for the massive loss of participants because the participants themselves were willing to be ‘captured’ by the ‘predators’ to be ‘eaten’. Get it? -winks-

THE MISSION: 

Their mission for this haunted dorm is the same as the guests - they enter an obstacle course marathon challenge where they have to evade, survive and go through all the traps on this challenge. They will encounter ‘hungry predators’ along the way, so they have to make sure that the predators won’t mark them by smearing ‘blood’ on their shirt. 

They were warned that the predators would also ‘bite’ as well, which is a NO-NO in MC’s group case. 

Of course, the host is also considerate to tell that, since this is an athletic event, they have to carry a water bottle at all times to rehydrate themselves. Epel and Jack already brought more than ten bottles to reserve their stamina, and share it along with everyone on the team.

And of course, they were allowed to use their MagicPens to blast some magic limited only to this event to ward off the Savannahclaw “predators”. 

...well, they can try. Those ‘predators’ are fast as heck. 

MC’s group and the poor students run like the wind when the predators are unleashed. Only 55% of the participants remained. 

ANGRY RAVE MUSIC PLAYS ON THE BACKGROUND. 

Did I mention this is also an obstacle course as well? 

They got sticky floors, nets to go through, falling boulders, hidden pits, climbing the cliffs, tightropes, and...

“WHOSE IDEA IS IT TO PUT A CIRCUS FIRE RING IN THE OBSTACLE?! This is so randomly dangerous!” Ace yelled while putting out the fire on his butt. In Jack’s defense, he has no idea that they’re going to use HIS suggestion.

Epel went through the obstacles smoothly, even down to kicking a few Savannaclaw students. 

Ruggie got Grimm by his arms and he prepared to mark the poor flying feline, but Grimm being Grimm, decided to bite Ruggie’s hand instead. He dropped Grimm with a yowl, nursing his hand as he watched Grimm with vengeance on his eyes. 

But MC? Poor MC might be slow or their stamina is not as strong as the others, so they’re having quite difficulty in keeping up with the others. While they’re not looking, one student jerk enough to cheat tripped MC’s feet, causing the charm they got from Heartsyabul’s challenge to fly out. 

THAT DAMN STUDENT GOT THE CHARM. 

MC watched helplessly as his other friend held you back, laughing as they held the charm to defend themselves against the attacking Savannaclaw ‘predators’ as they left you at the mercy of the ‘predators’. 

Luckily, Grimm and Deuce came to your rescue by hauling your butt up as they blasted the predators back from ‘harming’ you. 

Ruggie’s sabotage team went nuts. They’re a hindrance to the students, like making them slipped on oil floor and banana peels, Ruggie using his magic to redirect some students to the wrong courses (or walls if he was feeling sadistic), putting low-level mines on their path that explodes (students blasting off like Team Rocket), trapping legs on bear-trap-like clamps and caused some students to get zapped by some electronic shocks to buy time for the predators to catch up to them.

Ace saw a familiar glint of the charm on one of the students. One look at it and he gets the gist of what happened. Ace gave that poor student a karma by tricking him to look down ("Hey! Your fly is open!”), causing that said student to panic out of embaressment and run into a wall of sticky web. Ace saunters back with a whistle, stealing the charm back and gleefully as that student is pounced by Ruggie and the ‘predators’. 

In the end, almost everyone made it. Still, no one complained and is happy that they’re still in one piece. 

Their last obstacle mission is quite simple: inside the den of predators, there’s a charm tucked right next to Leona. The students must creep amongst the sleeping predators WITHOUT waking them up. 

That sleeping part is Leona’s idea. 

Easy huh? Do you think that’s easy? It turns out that Savannaclaw had set up traps that guaranteed to make the poor students scream out of their wits. Five students found out the hard way when they stepped on a klaxon, got toy spiders rained down on them, and gas released on the nape of their necks. 

Finally, they decided to use a straw lot to determine which student should go down like a man to retrieve the charm. 

Spoiler alert: MC got it. Their group protested. 

BUT THEY DECIDED TO TAKE IT FOR THE SAKE OF FREEDOM. Touching tears were shed. 

Grimm decided to follow MC to make up for abandoning them in the first place - he will be the one who warned MC about possible traps. As they went in, they did not realize Ace was biting his nails and Jack gripped a boulder so hard that it cracked from the intense suspense. 

MC tried their best to endure everything - the cool jelly floating down their face, the spiders, the gas and even tickling feathers. They were screaming internally. 

When they finally reached the location, they found out that Leona is hiding the charm inside the jar that he holds. 

MC tries to lull him into a deep slumber by singing ‘The Lion Sleeps Tonight’. It actually works. No seriously. 

MC’s group also secretly joins it from outside. They make a good acapella. 

In the middle of the song, Leona unconsciously grabbed a hold of MC and put them on a tight hold hug as if MC is a dakimakura. Still, MC is got the guts to finish the song and escaped from Leona’s hold, holding the jar carefully on their chest. 

It all went well until Grimm and Ruggie happened. 

...hey, yeah. Remember the Emperor’s New Groove? The part where Kuzco pisses off a squirrel so the cute squirrel decided to get even with Kuzco by tricking him to wake the entire jaguars using balloons? Well, Grimm’s the Kuzco and Ruggie, being the little shit, IS the squirrel. Guess what happened next. 

“ROAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!”

“THAT DAMN RACCOON HAD WOKEN UP THE PREDATORS! RUN, YOU ASSHOLES!” 

They all run. MC seems to run the fastest. The students had no chance against the speed, power, and agility of the Savannaclaw students - they got “eaten” one by one. Most of them are Leona’s victims. 

“AAAAAAAAHHH! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” One of the students screamed as he tried to shoot Leona several times using his MagiPen, but failed due to Leona’s unbelievable speed. He got his “throat” ripped out.  

While they were running, another student body checks MC so hard that they lose their charm, prompting that students to roughly grab it before they do. 

“Thanks for the charm, loser!” That was his last words before Ruggie pounced on him from above, Epel hurriedly grabbed the charm before anyone could steal it back. When another student tried to fight Epel for it, he was rewarded with a serious eye poke from Epel, followed by a knuckle sandwich from Deuce that escalated into an actual scuffle. IT WAS WILD. 

Meanwhile, MC, is seriously cornered down by Leona who took this opportunity while they were down. “Nowhere to run, herbivore.” Leona gave MC a frightful smirk as he leaned down towards their doom. So MC was left with no choice but to do… THIS. 

They got down on one knee and reluctantly cringed as they said these words: “Please, Leona-senpai! I’m just a small, insignificant herbivore who wants to live! Therefore… Leona Kingscholar, will you do the honor of… -gulps- MARRYING ME?”

The shock that came from the participants and the ‘predators’ is enough to momentarily stop the chaos. 

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH???!!!” Jack, Ace, Deuce, Epel, and Grimm simultaneously yelled. 

Leona just stood there dumbfounded. 

MC took the opportunity to book it before Leona could realize what’s going on. Once he does, he shrugged… AND CHASE THEM LIKE HELL. 

They barely made it to the exit gate. Leona snapped at them, but he couldn't do anything as the survivors celebrated their victory along with the other participants that escaped from the predators. 

MC apologized to Leona about the proposal. They were just scared at that time - any rationality that they had at time flew out when Leona almost got them, Leona-senpai is truly terrifying out there. Leona ate up the complement and seemingly forgives MC...

...but not before he licked MC’s neck as a warning. MC is left flushed - please do NOT do this, senpai! 

Some girls wanted Leona to lick them too. XD

The rest of MC’s group watched blank-faced. Jack had to slide you away from Leona’s gaze - there are people watching sir, please be reasonable. GOSH. 

They were tired, their breaths almost depleted, but they enjoyed it. It was fantastic - they feel reinvigorated, Savannaclaw may put their participants at risk, but it was the best fun they ever had. After resting for quite a while, they went on to their next dorm.

The scent of the sea and motor oil greets them in the first place. It’s time to enter the den of Octinanivelle’s haunted dorm...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Part 5

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Just one night - Chapter 1: Deal

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Words: 4.063 Chapters: 1/3  Pairing: Keishin Ukai x reader  Narrative perspective: second person Warning: none, just fluff

A little hasty you stuff your last rice ball in your mouth as you make your way to the gym. “Shit, I’m way too late.” You’re mumbling to yourself. Why again, did you agree to help out the volleyball team as manager? Oh right. On the one hand because you know a lot about the sport and used to play volleyball yourself, and on the other hand because Shimizu is your best friend and you don’t want to let her down now that she’s so sick at home in bed.

When you arrive in front of the sports hall, you take a deep breath before you open the door and step into the hall. “Hello together! I am y/n l/n and will be your manager for the coming weeks!” You greet the boys loudly, who look at you with big eyes. Many of them you already know. Some of them are even in your class.

“Hello y/n. It’s great you’re helping us out. I think this is a real relief for Yachi.” Sugawara comes up to you with quick steps. “Ooooh woooa we now have three managers?” asks a little orange-haired kid Sawamura.

“No Hinata. Y/n will stay here for a few weeks. Maybe two months. As long as it takes Shimizu to get better.”, “Oh... okay... too bad. But it doesn’t matter! I am Shouyou Hinata!” he calls again and now all fellow players come after and after to you to greet you.

“Hey! What's going on here? You’d rather gossip than train? I thought you were going to the spring tournament?” There’s a smoky, dark voice behind you. If you closed your eyes now and it was dark and you were out in an alley, you’d be afraid. But somehow this voice is pretty sexy.

With this voice the shoulders of the boys twitch together and the crowd that had formed around you slowly dissolves again, so that no one of the boys stands behind or next to you. Everyone stands in line and bows.

“Sorry, we’re getting ready for training coach Ukai!” They all apologize and leave to train. Now you to turn around with a sweeping movement to greet the coach. “Hello, I'm y/n l/n. I’m the backup manager for Shimizu.” you say with a smile as you see this big, somewhat dark-looking but also attractive man standing in front of you.

Those eyes... This hair... These lips... Then also this sweet short school skirt and the blouse, whose buttons were not closed. Why didn’t he notice that pretty thing before. Yeah, probably because he’s in the gym, not the school building.

“Hello? Are you... Are you already in the retirement home with your thoughts or what is your problem?” You try to bring him back with a waving hand movement. “What? Hey, don’t be rude, you little brat. My name is Keishin Ukai. I'm the coach of the team.” he hisses annoyed and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“All right, sensei Ukai. Then tell me how I can help here?” You say something provocative and look deep into his eyes. “Toss the ball to the boys first. If the boys need help, they’ll tell you.”

With a grin you go in your school clothes to the boys, since you had forgotten your sports clothes today, then train with them for several hours before it gets dark and the boys disappear in their common room to change. Yachi had left training earlier today to look for Shimizu. The only one left is you and the coach.

He is just hanging the net while you pick up the balls and put them in the basket when a loud ringing interrupts the silence. “I’ll be out for a minute. Go on with it.” Ukai calls to you and for a brief moment you watch him disappear from the door with his cell phone on his ear. If he talks to his girlfriend?

Curiously, you walk up to the balls that lie near the door and try to catch some of the phone call without being caught. “You... what? Are you out of your mind mother? Why did you sign me up for a dating portal? And, and, and what kind of photo did you take?” you can hear his angry, loud voice. “Whaaaat? Stoop that! I don’t need your help looking for a girlfriend! And stop all this stupid grandchild crap and getting married. It all comes with time!” he keeps calling angry.

You can’t stop giggling. So he’s on the phone with his mother who finally wants to set up her son. No, how sweet. “No, you’re not! Besides, I already have a girlfriend!” he yells into the phone. “Yes! Imagine that’s how it really is! Yes! Good! I’ll bring her to dinner tomorrow. Goodbye!” In a rage he says goodbye and put his cell phone in his pocket with a fierce gasp.

But after only a few seconds he looks up into the sky and slaps his hand against his forehead. “Shit... Where am I gonna get a fucking girlfriend so fast?” he mumbles desperately to himself.

“Haha, do you have a problem sensei Ukai?” Now you come towards him with two balls in your hands. He shrugs as he turns around angry. “Hey, you little brat! Didn’t your parents teach you not to eavesdrop on other people?” he screams fiercely.

Laughing you lift the two balls a little upwards and look him in the eyes. “I kept the balls here. They were at the door, and well, I overheard some of the conversation. As loud as you screamed, it wasn’t hard either.” You’re lying. “You wouldn’t believe it yourself.” he hisses and supports his hand on his hip.

“So? Do you need help now?” you ask again with your eyebrow raised. “How are you gonna help me?” He looks at you skeptically and takes a few steps towards you, so that he is standing right in front of you.

“I could play your girlfriend for that one night. What do you think? Then you’d have your peace from your mother. At least for a while and I’d have my fun.” Still skeptical, he looks down at you and clicks with his tongue. “You’re out of your mind. Are you even eighteen? I don’t want my mother to think I’m a pervert. In addition, this is not allowed to have a relationship with a student of the same school.” He hisses annoyed.

“Please... Of course, I’m over eighteen! Besides, we wouldn’t be in a relationship. It’s just for the one night. It was just an offer. If you don’t want to, have fun looking for a girlfriend for tomorrow night.” you answer him indifferently and turn around to go back to the hall.

“Wait! I agree... Come to my store after school tomorrow. From there we will drive together to my mother.” he then gives in and grabs his forehead again. “What on earth am I doing here?” he sighs as he follows you back into the hall.

You won’t be long, before Ukai locks the gym and pulls up the zipper on his vest. For a moment there is silence. The stars are already clearly visible in the sky. Outside you can only hear a few crickets giving a small concert and the wind that makes the leaves of the trees rustle.

“Shall I take you home?” The voice of Ukai takes you out of your mind. “Oh? I thought we had our date tomorrow?” You grin mischievously and put your hands in your pockets. "You’re a naughty brat. It’s already dark, and so young women like you should not walk alone on the street.” He hisses annoyed. “I beg you, when I’m with you, people are more likely to call the police. You have such a bad guy appearance. They probably think you’re kidnapping me.” You laugh and stand in front of him.

“I can handle myself. I'll see you tomorrow. See you then Ukai. Or squirrel? Well, just think about what to call you by tomorrow and what you came up with, how we met.” You are still smiling when you say goodbye to Ukai and don’t even give him the opportunity to answer you.

Once home, you get ready for bed and lie down in bed with your phone to open your group chat.

The next school day and also the training pass quickly. For the evening you have chosen a short skirt and a tight top and put on your knee-high stockings. A little time-shifted from Ukai, you enter his shop after school.

Now that you’re looking around, you have to realize that this place isn’t that bad. There is plenty of food, magazines, small items, drinks, school supplies and much more. Curious, you look around in the corridors, and don’t notice how Ukai comes forward from a side room and stands behind you.

Is your skirt even shorter than the school skirt you always wear? Ukai could swear that if you just bend a few millimeters forward, he could see your ass. But he has to admit that he likes that idea. Oh God... what’s he thinking about? This is so indecent! Shaking his head, he looks up from your legs to your face. Attentive and focused you inspect his shop, and he has to admit that this serious look suits you too. “Not again, not again. Keishin, stop with that.” he murmurs softly to himself.

With the quiet, indulgent behind you, you suddenly turn around just to see Ukai standing in front of you in his orange sweater, long trousers and flip-flops. “Hello sensei Ukai. Should we go?” you greet him kindly and walk a few steps towards him. “First of all, don’t call me sensei Ukai, today you call me Keishin. And second... Don’t you have a jacket or something? It will be cold in the evening.” He tells you.

A jacket? Oh right... You left it at the gym. “I left the jacket in the gym... Sorry, Keishin. You apologize with your e/c round puppy eyes.

Oh god... These eyes... Indecent things enter his thoughts again and again he shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s go, or we’ll be late.” He hisses a little annoyed and grabs you by your wrist. A little awkward, you let him pull you along and stay in front of a small yellow car.

Annoyed, he opens the door and looks at you. “Get in the car.” he says fiercely. “Shouldn’t you be a little nicer to your favorite girl?” You grin mischievously and climb into his car with a sweeping hip swing. Sighing, he closes the door and then goes to the driver’s side to enter the car.

His car smells like tobacco. Smoky, but also after beer. You could swear that if you opened the trunk, you’d find some beer bottles. The car moves and the only thing you hear is the shifting of the gears. No radio, no music. Nothing

“Well... I’m not really resourceful. That’s why I have no idea what to tell my mother and grandfather, how we met. Do you have an idea?” Ukai’s voice is heard. Questioning, you look at him, but his gaze is focused on the street. Your grandfather is the old coach Ukai right? I think... he might remember me. That’s why I’d just say that we met in your shop and then by chance found out that you are the coach and I'm a student at Karasuno.”

With big eyes, he looks away from the street and towards you. “Why would the shitty old man know you?” he asks irritated. Laughing, you lean your elbow to the window and look outside. “Because I used to be with the women at the volleyball club, and he praised me for my setting. I used to be a setter.” A sad undertone accompanies your words.

Now Ukai is looking forward again. He was also a setter at the Karasuno. “Why don’t you play anymore as a setter?” it comes out of him. “I’m not allowed to play because of a knee injury. Anyway, what should I call you now?” you try to change the subject.

“Eh... I don’t know, pick something.” he whispers softly. “All right. Then you’re my sweet bunny.” You laugh. “What? But not that!" he’s yelling now. “Too late. Keishin my sweet bunny.” Still, you laugh and stick out his tongue. Grumpy, he mumbles something to himself, but you can’t understand him.

When you arrive at his mother’s house, you see Ukai getting out of the car and lighting a cigarette. “Smoking is not healthy, you know?” you try to lecture him and go to him. “I know for myself. But that's the way it is. I need this now when I know how awful this dinner is going to be.” he sighs.

You wait until he’s done with the cigarette, snaps the cigarette butt on the floor, then squeeze it with his foot out, when you take his hand into yours. He shrugs and looks at you with big eyes. “Well... It's unfavorable for you to flinch every time I touch you. After all, we are a couple.” You smile.

He’s amazed how well you’re doing this. He should take an example from you if he wants to convince his mother. “Yes, that’s right. You're right. Is... Is babe okay with you?” he asks unsettled. “Haha, you really want to call me babe in front of your mother and grandfather?” Again, you can’t stop laughing. “Right... Maybe it’s not so convenient. Honey? Is that okay?” he asks again. Nodding, you look up at him. “Mhm. Sounds good, let’s go inside.”

**Ding-Dong** you can hear the loud bell, which is accompanied by a few steps, inside the house. But Ukai’s fast beating heart can also be heard. He’s nervous, worried everything’s gonna blow up. “Calm down, Keishin. You look like you just killed someone.” You whisper to him.

“Keishin my boy! Come on in here!” greets him an elderly little woman, who embraces him with open arms. “Mother! Stop that! This is so embarrassing!” he murmurs fiercely before himself and turns away from her. Sulking she detaches herself from him and looks at you now.

“Well, look at you. You actually brought a girlfriend here and didn’t lie? And then such a pretty young lady. Why didn’t you tell me about her?” She happily greets you and grabs you by the wrist to pull you into the house.

“I didn’t say anything about her because I wanted to prevent a situation like this. And now let go of her.” Ukai tries to catch up with you both and now grabs you by the shoulder to pull you away from his mother.

In the dining room, plates and food are already ready. The smell of delicious fried meat is in the air and you notice how saliva forms in your mouth. “So? Was I right? Has the weakling arrived without a woman?” It’s the old coach Ukais. He just wants to keep talking badly about his grandson, but then falls silent when he sees you. ”y/n l/n? What on earth are you doing here?” astonished, he dangles his hands down.

“Hello sensei Ukai! That’s how we meet again, isn’t it? It looks like your grandson has a girlfriend.” You kiss him and smile at the younger Ukai. You can feel him flinching slightly, but it’s not really visible. Uncertain, he looks down at you with a narrow smile.

“Why did you choose this weakling? Such a pretty, intelligent young woman like you could have gotten someone a lot better.” he is still wondering. “Say, what's wrong with you shitty old man? Stop it at last.” Ukai hisses and clenches his hand to fists. “Shut up now! Sit down so we can eat!” Now his mother also meddles and puts her hands on the hip.

Grumpy, the old man sits down and Ukai also moves towards the table, pushes a chair to the back and gives you a head movement to signal that you should sit on the chair. Thanking, you sit down on the chair and wait for Ukai to sit next to you.

“You’re a third-grader now, aren’t you? Do you know what you want to do after school?” The old coach Ukai asks you. For a second, you think what would be the best answer. Of course, you’d like to study, but the truth doesn’t matter here.

Gently you put your hand on the blond man’s lap next to you and look at him lovingly. “When I finish school, I want to support Keishin in his shop. Maybe he can spend more time as a coach of the volleyball team.”, “Oh, this is really beautiful. Keshin I find it insolent of you that you have not introduced us before!” the joyful voice of his mother resounds.

And again, he has to admit that you’re really playing your role as his girlfriend good. You should definitely be an actress later. “Sorry about that, Mother. But I didn’t want to rush anything.” he sighs and looks at you with a narrow smile.

Together you start to eat and talk for a while. His mother and grandfather are really nice people. Even if she had a new question for you every ten minutes.

By now it’s almost midnight and it looks like you’ll never come home. “Say y/n.. You’re still young but have you both thought about a wedding or children?” his mother wants to know from you. You weren’t expecting that question.

“Okay, that’s enough. Mother, y/n and I have to go now. Thank you for the meal. I'll see you then. Come on honey, get up and let's go.” Ukai is now interfering, for whom the situation is clearly unpleasant.

“All right, my sweet bunny. It was nice to meet you. And it was also nice to see you again sensei Ukai.” You say goodbye to them and go with Ukai to the hallway, where you dress and leave his mother’s house.

Outside the moon shines brightly in the sky and again everything is quiet. It’s like yesterday, just in a different place. When you get in his car, everything is just like it was a few hours ago. Quiet. No music, no radio. Just the smell of tobacco and beer.

His lighter can be heard when he lights a cigarette and cranks down the car window. Pleasant he inhales the tobacco of the cigarette, and pushes the smoke out of the car. “Do you think they took it?” he asks you while he drops his back against the seat.

“I don’t know...” you answer him. “Thank you...” with these words, he pulls on his cigarette again. “No Problem. It was just that one night and I had fun too.” You grin and look out the window.

You’re laughing, but for some inexplicable reason, you have a bittersweet feeling. “Where do you live? Let me drive you home.” Ukai’s voice gets you out of your mind. “You don’t have to.” You answer narrowly. “It’s the least I can do for you.” He doesn’t know why, but his hand moves against his mind and lands on your thigh. When he realizes what he is doing here, his eyes widen, and he pulls his hand away quickly.

“Oh, my God...” he tries to apologize. But you have to laugh. “It’s all right. That doesn’t bother me.” It comes out of you without you really thinking about your words. “Do you know where Sugawara lives? I live two houses away in an apartment.” You add, hoping he didn’t hear your previous words.

The whole trip, you keep silent until you get to your apartment. “Do you live alone?”, “Yes...” you answer promptly. “Lie down and lock the door when you go in. Thanks again. See you at school.” His voice is calm and monotonous. And this time, he’s not gonna get up to open your car door. No, he’s just gonna sit there and check you out. “Thank you too, see you then sensei Ukai.” You say goodbye with a sad smile and disappear into your apartment.

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“Silverspoon”

Posted by Jacques Simmons on March 12th, 2023

I ended up sleeping in today, I’d never hung my hammock so high before and I might have been a little afraid to climb down. Regardless, I eventually did and packed everything up, hoping to reach a water source before evening. It was around 11 AM when I had eaten breakfast and began hiking, by the way.

Despite spending more than a month in the wilderness it still creeped me out how everything I saw the previous night, from the treetops, was now totally different. I got a closer look at that house from before, the windows were broken and the thing look really overrun so either it was abandonded or whoever lived there died in the chaos. Scary stuff, but I knew I’d find it eventually if I just headed North. 

With that in mind, I continued, sure to keep track of my compass and GPS so I wouldn’t lose my sense of direction. I think my GPS just confirms my suspicions, I can walk for an hour and it’ll say I haven’t moved at all, but then I’ll walk for 10 minutes and it’ll say I’ve moved 8 miles. Whatever’s going on with the wilderness right now, it’s in a state of uncertainty, like it can’t decide how long distance actually is. That and it only takes place at ground level, I heard the news of the helicopter pilots seeing the ‘distortion’ disappear once they got high enough as well, so I’m feeling confident in this theory.

Thinking I’ve solved the puzzle didn’t really do me much good, though, because things like distance on the ground are irrelevant. I just gotta trust that I’ll get there eventually, whether it takes a couple minutes or a couple days. 

Anyhow, I trekked through low grasslands for most the afternoon, I’d occasionally spot ground squirrels and seed-eating birds dart around the underbrush but beyond that things were boring. I wasn’t listening to music or the radio because I was looking for a stream or something, and wanted to keep my ears perked for it, and eventually--Around 5 PM I think, I heard it. The sound of flowing water.

My waterbladder had emptied and I had to dig into my emergency water bottle by that time, so once I knew it was it earshot I rushed towards it. I eventually made it to the shore of a clear stream, and quickly brought out my filter to refill my bladder as well as try for some fish. I didn’t manage to catch any, but I saw something better.

See the drawing I included with this update? Yeah. I had to draw this from memory, though, as the actual encounter was so short. If I ever get to see it again I’m whipping out my Ipad immediately. I was at the edge of the river when I suddenly heard this loud, lowish chirping sound. It made me think of like, the sound of a robin that was slowed down so that it was longer and deeper. I looked towards and sound and saw this weird thing.

What the hell is it? I had seen some weird stuff, like those table-shaped rocks from last week, but I had never seen an abnormal living creature. This thing looked like something from a videogame or comic book, but it was real flesh and blood! I’m so sad I couldn’t just snap a photo of it, so I just have to ask you guys to believe me. I couldn’t make this thing up if I tried.

It looked like someone had sliced a giraffe in half and covered it in kinda blue spraypaint. The thing was hairless, but had blue markings around its neck and legs. It also had hoof-like feet that stretched out, kinda resembling shoes. At the top of its long neck was a tiny head with ginormous ears that made the silhouette of a spoon. 

It had eyes at the sides of its head, and judging by the giant ears which it certainly used to hear things with, I imagine it’s some kind of large herbivore. Did this evolve somehow in the wilderness? I didn’t think for a second it was some cryptid or some kind of recently undiscovered creature, I knew it was something weird, and something that would only appear in this bizarre expanse. (It also concerns me as to what predators this thing was adapted to avoiding.)

Anyhow, the creature, which I decided to call a ‘Silverspoon’ based on its colour and head, stared at me for a while after making that call. I think it was gauging to see if I would cross the river to come after it. Giraffes in real life are pretty powerful creatures, so I gotta admit I was way more scared of that thing than it might’ve been at me.

I moved slowly, not wanting to startle it or anything. And watched as it kneeled at the river’s edge like a person and dipped its head in. Its neck was so long that its head was basically under the water. After it had finished its drink, the thing turned around and strided away, giving me a glimpse of its small black-tipped tail.

I almost wanted to cross the stream to go after it, but I didn’t want to go too far off course. At the same time I didn’t want to get my chest smashed in by a kick from those legs, so when I had finished my tea I packed up again and headed on my way back in the direction of that derelict house.

Right now I’m in a tree again, I feel like I’ve made good progress and I snared a rabbit for dinner. I’m thinking of making a tutorial series for preparing wild game once I make it back to my house, so tell me what you think about that.

Once I finish writing this update I’ll go to sleep and try to wake up earlier today. My goal is to reach that house by tomorrow, but that’s what I said 3 days ago as well.

If you or a loved one is trapped in the wilderness, remember to give emergency response as exact coordinates as you can. More and more teams are getting choppers together to extract people and put them into the big cities, so be sure to pack up your valuables and stuff for when they get to you.

Signing out, stay safe out there.

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Bewitched by Bats from an Early Age

By Renata Harrison

Tonight I witnessed something truly unique. We’ve trapped and taken measurements of over 25 little brown bats. I’ve seen the intricacies of their wings, their fuzzy bodies, their tiny teeth. We even caught a flying squirrel. As amazing as all of that was, though, the real marvel of the night was a special relationship that formed.

Twenty-five people stand in a circle listening to wildlife biologist Lisa Bate explain the evening’s events. We’re all here for the Going Batty field trip, having come from near and far to discover the world of bats. One of the participants, six-year-old Izzy Herreid-Terrill, has driven six hours from Bozeman, Montana to come to Glacier for this field trip. As Lisa tells us the plan for the night, no one is paying better attention than Izzy. Clutching two plush, stuffed bats to her chest, she hangs on to Lisa’s every word.

Izzy’s obsession with bats began during a visit to Lewis and Clark Caverns in southern Montana, where she was upset to learn how they were affected by white-nose syndrome, a fungal disease that has killed millions of bats in North America. On the first day of kindergarten, when teachers asked her what she wanted to do when she grew up, she said she wanted to save bats from the disease. Izzy feels that bats are misunderstood. “They’re not as scary or ugly as adults think,” she explains.

Lisa Bate gets it. Surrounded by bat enthusiasts, she tells us how her own fascination began. As a young girl not much older than Izzy, she’d sit out in the backyard, watching as bats appeared out of the darkness to hunt for insects. She developed her very own bat-signal—a rock in a sock. Flinging the bright, white sock into the air, she watched as dark forms swooped to investigate it.

Lisa has been studying flying animals for over 25 years as a wildlife biologist. She earned her master’s in wildlife biology, focusing on birds. When she arrived in Glacier, she admits, “I didn’t know anything about bats, other than that I liked them and I was fascinated by them.” She was surprised to learn that there had never been a formal survey of bats in the park. With the threat of white-nose syndrome looming, Lisa decided to take action. She recruited the help of world-renowned bat biologist Cori Lausen. With funding from the Glacier National Park Conservancy, Cori led Lisa and her team on a crash course in bat surveying. Two years later, Cori left the project in Lisa’s capable hands, and it continues to this day. Tonight, Lisa and her colleagues have invited the public to take a peek into the mysterious world of bats.

After an introduction to bat biology and survey techniques, we head off to check out the mist nets used for trapping. Lisa leads the pack, striding ahead at her field-biologist pace. Most of us amble behind, chatting, but someone is running to catch up with Lisa. Izzy’s full of questions, and Lisa bends down as they walk to make sure she hears them. I watch as these two bat buffs confer like longtime colleagues, stepping in stride. Although things have changed, Lisa has typically been in the minority as a female in her field. She’s clearly delighted to talk to this gung-ho little girl.

Lisa and her team’s task tonight is to collect, identify, and take measurements of as many bats as they can catch. The goal of these surveys is to get a better idea of which species of bats live in the park and where they hibernate.

Obtaining this baseline data is essential, especially now with the threat of white-nose syndrome. The disease has killed millions of hibernating bats. Some species have been reduced by as much as 90%. One of these species is the little brown bat, the most abundant bat in Glacier. Little brown bats are extremely susceptible to white-nose syndrome. The fungus invades their tissues as they hibernate, disrupting water and mineral balances, and often killing them. Since its discovery in a cave in New York in 2006, white-nose syndrome has spread to 33 states and 7 Canadian provinces. “It’s a matter of when—not if—it arrives in Montana,” says Lisa.

Sitting in the waning evening light, we eagerly wait for the trapping to begin, but Lisa informs us that we won’t start until the birds stop singing. That’s the bats’ cue to come out and start hunting, and our cue to raise the nets. All nine of Glacier’s bat species are insectivorous and can eat thousands of insects a night. Izzy points out that the first time she saw bats they were eating mosquitoes, which immediately earned them her support.

Through a combination of echolocation, highly adapted wing structure, and super-fine sensory motor control, bats pinpoint prey in the dark. Surprisingly, they can also see the fine mesh of mist nets used for trapping. If the nets are at the wrong angle to the wind, if there’s too much moonlight, or if raindrops are stuck to the net, bats will notice and fly around them.

After about an hour of waiting, there’s a flurry of excitement. At the mist net set up over the creek, Lisa’s colleagues have started catching bats. Radioing back and forth to each other, the biologists give instructions. “We’ve already got thirteen down here!” “Let’s get this going,” Lisa says. “I gotta start processing these!”

Lisa rushes to her truck, a batmobile in every practical sense. As we gather around, eager to see our first bat, Lisa asks for an assistant. Izzy is perched in the truck bed, ready to hand Lisa the tools she needs. Another young helper records data. It’s important to process the bats as quickly as possible so they can be set safely free again.

Although she’s working quickly, Lisa doesn’t leave Izzy, or the rest of us, in the dark. She talks through the process of identifying the bats, holding each one gently in gloved hands. With each step, Lisa makes sure Izzy can see and understand what she’s doing.  As I watch her look at the bats’ teeth, measure their wings, and determine their sex, I realize that I’ve never really given bats a chance. I admit, I’m one of those adults who found them, well, a little scary and ugly. Seeing them up close and learning about their incredible adaptations starts the wheels turning, but it’s Lisa and Izzy’s enthusiasm that seals the deal.

Watching them bond over bats, I think back to when I was Izzy’s age. Although I loved the outdoors, I was a lot more fearful than she is. My family spent summers in a cabin on a lake in northern Ontario, where spiders and night noises sent me into waves of panic. Coming back from the outhouse in the dark, I’d dart to the cabin and close the door breathlessly behind me against the night. I didn’t know what was out there, so my mind conjured monsters. I overcame my fear of spiders by learning about the adaptations behind their creepy appearance. It continues to surprise me how education can erase fear. Before tonight, I never wanted to get this close to a bat. The closer I look, though, the more enamored I become of these amazing creatures of the night.

It's now past midnight. My urge to go home and crawl into bed is winning over any desire I have to study more bats. I’ve been squinting through my camera so long, I’ve lost track of who’s around me. I walk to my car in the dark alone, not tempted to run breathlessly like I used to. As I drift off to sleep in my warm, comfy bed, I remember that Izzy was still there when I left a while ago. Could she still be out there now, perched in Lisa’s truck bed, persevering through every last bat?

The next day, I find myself talking about bats to anyone who will listen. Luckily, I catch Lisa at the office and thank her for a wonderful evening. Somehow buzzing with energy after such a late night, she’s clearly charged up by something. “Wasn’t that little girl great!!” she blurts out. Beaming, Lisa tells me proudly that Izzy stayed until 2:00 a.m. helping her process all the bats. As she rushes to her next adventure, she trails off, “I have just about a million more things I could tell you about Izzy…”

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Later, I’m sitting in my office, poring through photos from the field trip. My attempts at photographing the bats squirming in Lisa’s hand under the dull glow of a headlamp are as fuzzy as the bats themselves. I sigh and rub my eyes, feeling a bit morose at not having done these unique creatures justice. It’s difficult to capture how delicate they are, how ephemeral. I wonder if I’ll ever have the chance to see them like that again.

An email pops up in my inbox, interrupting my thoughts. It’s from Izzy’s mom. She writes that Izzy came home from the field trip and said it was the best day of her life! She could recite almost word-for-word everything she learned from Lisa that night. She, too, couldn’t stop talking about bats the day after the field trip. When asked if she wanted to share anything about the event, Izzy said, “Only that more people should learn about the things in nature all around them, and then they wouldn't be scared.”

[Image descriptions, top to bottom: Photo 1: Closeup of a little brown bat on a researcher’s glove. Photo 2: A little girl and a woman scientist step in sync down a gravel path in the woods. Photo 3: Closeup of a little brown bat with white fungus covering its face. Photo 4: A little girl and a scientist talk to each other across the back of a pickup truck. Photo 5: Illuminated by headlamp, a woman scientist shows the little girl a bat. Photo 6: Closeup of a little girl gazing admiringly at a bat held by a researcher.]

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6 or 51 for the prompt thing? :) Congrats on fifty followers!! 🎉

Thanks hun!! <3 I meant to make these short but alas, 800 words later.

“Baby, please tell me you can explain why there is a hole through the window.”

“Peter? Peter Parker!” May calls as she enters the apartment, keys clattering noisily as she drops them on the rickety side table by the front door. The apartment is unusually quiet - Peter should definitely be home by now. May pulls her hair out of the tight topknot she’s had it in for most of the day with a gentle groan of relief, fingers combing through the tangled strands.

Where is that boy? May thinks, toeing off her shoes and padding into the kitchen. One look at the state of the fridge has her nose in a scrunch - empty, damn, she was going to go shopping yesterday but she’d completely forgotten…

Work was a lot, sometimes. She didn’t used to have to take such long shifts, with Ben and her both working…they weren’t super secure, sure, with the way New York rent was, but they were comfortable. Reasonably modest; not without worries, but with a decent chunk of savings squirreled away for a rainy day.

But then Ben passed, and the bills piled up. Burial fees, time off from work, a psychiatrist for Peter talk to - all of it was necessary, and fine, but then there was a nail in her tire, and suddenly it wasn’t fine. She hadn’t even realized how carefully she’d been walking the tightrope until she was staring at the hundred dollar difference between fine and not fine.

So she started taking third shifts, getting paid more to work later than she’d like to with a high school age kid waiting for her at home. Or, well, she’d thought he was waiting for her at home. When she’d seen Peter standing there in that damned suit, her first thought had been, why didn’t I see this?

The answer, of course, was that she hadn’t been home to see it. Her second, guilty thought, was, am I a bad parent for not seeing it?

Things were good now, though; better, without secrets between them. That awful day where Peter had come home in Hello Kitty pajamas, of all things, after she’d been out of her mind with worry - eyes red-rimmed, with the weight of the world on his shoulders, telling her half-truths to hide the enormity he was struggling under; she never wanted that to happen to them again.

“Peter?” May calls again, snatching their well-worn pizza menu from the corner of the kitchen counter where they tucked various odds and ends. “Peter, are you home?”

May pushes open the door to Peter’s room with little trepidation - after finding out her nephew fought vigilante crime after school when he should be in robotics club, there was little that could scare her - but the sight on the other side of the door did manage to stop her in her tracks.

Peter was flat on his back, in his boxers, skin an angry pink like he’d been scrubbing it. Or, well, someone had, because Ned was poised over him, red-handed, with a sponge. The expressions on their faces were identically shocked, which should be impossible, considering Peter could hear her heartbeat in the next room (or so it had been explained to her).

“Baby,” May started slowly, when neither of the boys offered an explanation. “Please tell me you can explain why there’s a hole through the window.”

Because that was the other part of it - there was a baseball-sized hole in Peter’s window, spindly cracks zigzagging away from the point of impact. Literally nothing was adding up here.

(But at least Peter wasn’t bleeding, the little voice in the back of May’s brain noted with relief.)

Ned and Peter turn to each other, having some sort of desperate conversation with their eyes, before both of them turn back to her and start to explain, talking over the other. And, of course, with wildly contradicting stories.

“Peter joined the baseball team - “

“I was just - the baseball team? Ned - “

May just waves the pizza flyer. “You know what? I’m good.”

“Wha-huh?” Peter blinks at her owlishly, confusion creeping over his expression. “You’re good?”

“Yup.” May pops the ‘p’ in her sentence, turning to go back down the hall. “Put on some clothes before dinner, please.”

“Dude, what?” She could hear Ned stage-whispering to Peter, who just groans softly and thunks his head against the carpet.

May opens her phone, clicking on the contacts. She begrudgingly saved Tony’s number on her favorites list after the first few months - he’s earned his spot there by now, though. Her heart still gives a little tug when she sees Ben’s name at the top (how long was it before she disconnected his number? How many times had she called the line, letting his phone buzz on her comforter, just to hear his voicemail?)

“Hey, Tony,” May flicks open the pizza menu. “What do you like on your pizza?”

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Family Don’t End In Blood (Part Four)

Summary: Is the equalizer the only way? Team FreeWill questions their lives.

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: Season 14 finale spoilers. Gunshots. Death.

Word Count: 2400+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Part One, Two, Three

Surprisingly, after Y/N’s dramatic leave, a few knocks were heard on the bedroom door. It was Dean. “Babe, come on. The equalizer is the only way.”

Only way, my ass. And what the hell is the equalizer? Is that what they’re calling that gun Chuck made? Y/N thought to herself. Her disappointment with Dean just kept growing. She felt a mixture of different emotions, from frustration to sadness. “Just go, Dean. I know you’ve already made up your mind.”

“Please, don’t be like this right now.” The older Winchester pleaded through the door.

The nerve that this man had. She hopped off the bed and stood by the door. “Be like what, Dean?! Acting like a kid who’s about to lose the person I’ve been in love with from day one and a boy I grew to love as a little brother?!”

“Jack is a monster.” Dean stated.

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle flatly. This was exactly why she didn’t want to bother talking to him. “And that’s why…there’s nothing more to say.” She turned her back against the wall by the door, exhaling as if she had been holding her breath for a while. “Look, you want my forgiveness for you being selfish and choosing to save the world, sure, you have it. That’s all you get from me though.” Her stomach began churning again as she felt nausea hit her. Dean had begun talking again but Y/N couldn’t ignore the feeling as she quickly walked to their bathroom kneeling over the toilet. The feeling of throwing up hit her again, but nothing was coming out.

It must’ve been the stress, she assumed. She hadn’t eaten much since Jack went solo and with event after event happening, she rarely even got that much sleep. Honestly, a nap didn’t sound too bad right now. Walking out of the bathroom, she noticed Dean must’ve left as she didn’t hear him talking anymore. Without even bothering to check if she was correct, she fell onto their shared bed and passed out to dreams that were hopefully better than current reality.

Waking up to silence, Y/N rubbed her eyes as she grabbed her phone on the nightstand. There were a couple of missed calls from Dean with voicemails. Ignoring it, she got up stretching as she shoved the desk she had been using to block the door earlier, just in case Dean tried to come in, back in its place.

It was pretty quiet walking out into the hallway. When Y/N reached the library, she encountered Chuck playing with one of the swords that were usually on display.  “Having fun there?” She asked walking over to one of the tables, taking a seat on top. “You know…”

“That it’s from an alternate universe? Yep, I sure do.” The deity grinned as he swung the sword around more.

“Of course you do. So how many alternate universes are there exactly?” Y/N asked curiously.

Chuck placed the sword back on the display that he took it from. “A ton. I’ve honestly lost count.”

“Oh yeah? Do tell.” She crossed her legs that were hanging off the table.

Grinning, Chuck began pacing in front of her. “Oh man, where to start? There’s a world where the only color is yellow, a world with only squirrels, a world where everyone is the opposite sex of what they are here…I could go on for days.”

“And you created them all?” She asked.

With pride, Chuck answered, “I sure did.”

“And you just left all of them on their own, like you did with us?” Y/N got off the table and leaned against the edge of it with her arms crossed.

Chuck chuckled as he shrugged, “I mean, that’s why I invented Free Will too. But you, Y/N. You’ve been one of my favorites. There’s still so much in store for you. I can’t wait for you to experience it all. You’ll do great.”

There it was again. That comment or more like a premonition. Before Y/N had her second chance to ask what he meant, another voice interrupted.

“When you’re not here – do you watch us?” The voice sounded accusatory and a little bit angry.

Y/N turned to see where the voice came from, but she had a pretty good idea of who it was. Sam Winchester.

Chuck looked over at Y/N smiling as he answered Sam, “Yeah. I mean, you’re my favorite show.”

Y/N couldn’t help but stare at the deity as Sam continued to grill Chuck with more questions, all related to why hadn’t he done anything if Jack was such a big threat that he had to intervene now.

It was like clockwork as the pieces began to form in her mind while listening to Chuck’s answers to Sam. Jack was considered Amara bad, but maybe he was a worse threat. A threat that Chuck hadn’t dealt with before. At least with Amara, he had sealed her away once. Jack was a whole new ball game and instead of playing on the team, he was managing one. Them.

“You’re scared.” She stated aloud.

Sam and Chuck turned towards the huntress. Sam seemed to have realized the same thing once she spoke. Chuck displayed a guilty look before quickly recovering himself by beginning to pace with his back to them.

“She’s right. Isn’t she?!” Sam called him out.

The deity simply turned around shrugging. “I mean, that’s what I have you all for. My safety nets. The ones that will save this world.”

Every piece of information was finally coming together in Y/N’s and Sam’s head. Chuck already knew what was going to happen and his appearance was to ensure that it did.

As if needing more confirmation, Y/N commented. “You’ve always known where Jack was.”

“Of course, I’m god.” He replied with a smile.

“Then why don’t you just go and face him instead!?” Sam almost yelled at him out of frustration.

Chuck didn’t seem to be phased by the emotions directed at him. Instead, he shrugged again. “There’s no point. This will all be over soon.”

Both Y/N and Sam went wide-eyed. Y/N turned to Sam, “Where’s Dean??”

“He should be taking care of the problem very soon.” Chuck answered, still un-phased.

“No…” She muttered as her body began moving on its own.

Sam had begun moving around the bunker as well, grabbing a car key and placing a jacket on as he headed to the garage. 

“They’re at the nearest graveyard!” Chuck yelled from where he stood as the two rushed to leave.

Y/N followed after the younger Winchester. They both got into a truck, Sam in the driver’s seat.

“We have to hurry, Sam. He can’t….Jack…” She muttered to herself.

“I know, Y/N. We’ll get there in time.” Sam promised as he sped down the open road.

While waiting was the only thing left to do, Y/N pulled out her phone and tried calling Dean. It went straight to voicemail. “I think he has his phone off.” She commented. That’s when she decided she would listen to the missed voicemails Dean had left for her earlier.

“Y/N, I know you are not happy with me. A part of me didn’t want it to end this way but Jack’s a monster now. It’s my fault. I had the chance to see the signs earlier and I chose not to. Now I have to deal with those consequences. I’m sorry.” – End of the voicemail –

Y/N pressed the next voicemail.

“Sam’s not happy with me too. He tried to talk me out of it and a part of me wished you’d had tried too. I always found it the most difficult to say no to you...” There was a moment of silence ending in a sigh. “Yeah, you must be really unhappy with me. You and Sammy take care of each other.” – End of the voicemail –

Last voicemail.

“Chuck told me where Jack is. He’s with Castiel at some graveyard nearby and I’m heading to them now. I’m going to put an end to all of this. You called me selfish earlier and maybe I am. But I’m only selfish for wanting to keep you safe and alive. You deserve happiness, even if it’s without me. Since the first day we met, I’ve always loved you. Even in death, I’ll still love you, Y/N.” – End of the voicemail –

Y/N gripped her phone in her hand. Why did Dean always have to sacrifice himself for everyone? It wasn’t fair. “Sam, drive like a hellhound is chasing you.”

“Got it.” With that, Sam sped up as fast as the truck could go.

When they finally reached the nearest graveyard to the bunker, Sam and Y/N came running out of the truck and into the cemetery yelling for the name of the older Winchester and the nephilim. When they reached Jack’s location, they saw Dean pointing the equalizer at the nephilim already. Feeling a sense of almost defeat, Y/N and Sam both yelled for Dean to stop but he yelled back to them to stay back.

“And you were right all along. I am a monster.” Jack affirmed kneeling before Dean and looking up at him.

Y/N took a step forward but was held back when Sam grabbed her arm. When she turned to look back at the younger Winchester, another appearance caught her attention. It was Chuck, magically appearing and walking up to them from behind. Both Sam and Y/N turned to look over at Chuck as Sam released Y/N’s arm.

“Are you going to do anything?!” She asked as Chuck shushed her.

Y/N attempted to run over to Dean and Jack again but was stopped by an invisible force.

“Just watch. It’s getting to the good part.” The deity smugly grinned.

The clocking of the gun was heard through the eerily silence of the cemetery. Y/N shut her eyes and looked away. She couldn’t watch what was about to happen: two people that she cared for deeply were about to die.

This is it…..3…..2…..1

Silence.

Instead of a gunshot, Y/N heard something hit the ground. Was the gun a silent shooter? Peeking her eyes open, she looked over with relief. Dean and Jack were both alive still, with the gun on the ground. The invisible force that was holding her back was now gone as she found herself able to run over into Dean’s arms. “Thank god.” She expressed relieved, embracing him.

Dean returned the hug muttering two words, “I couldn’t…”

She pulled away from him, smiling at him that she understood completely and was more than proud of him. The moment didn’t last long though.

Y/N turned around, taking in Jack before her. She genuinely smiled at the boy who had become like a little brother to her as she kneeled beside him. Without thought, she hugged Jack. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Jack smiled, despite being soulless, hugging her back.

Sam had made it over to his brother, smiling proudly.

Castiel found himself kneeling beside Y/N and Jack, smiling at the happy reunion as well.

It was a tender and happy ending for everyone, at least so they thought…

Chuck came stomping over, yelling. “No! No! NO! Pick it up!” He pointed to the gun on the ground.

Y/N pulled away from the hug with Jack as she and everyone else turned their attention to the deity. “What stick is up your ass?” She asked aloud.

Chuck glared at Y/N.

“The hell, Chuck?” Dean asked, confused.

“This isn’t how the story is supposed to end.” Chuck stated.

“The story?” Castiel asked.

“Yes, the story! Look! The – the – the gathering storm, the gun, the – the father killing the son” The deity gestured between Dean and Jack. “This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic!”

“What are you saying?” Y/N asked. A part of her already knew the answer to her question. Chuck wanted this story to end with Dean and Jack dead.

Sam couldn’t hold himself back anymore as he yelled at Chuck, understanding the results that Chuck had wanted as well. “Our entire lives. Mom. Dad. Y/N’s parents – everything! This is all because you wrote it all, right?! Because what – we’re your favorite show?! Every bad thing we’ve killed in our lives, been dying over – Where were you?!”

Chuck glared at Sam before turning to Dean. “Okay Dean, no offense, but your brother is stupid and crazy. And that kid….” He pointed to Jack, whom Y/N was now covering behind her now. “..is still dangerous. So pick up the gun. Pick it up…pull the trigger…and I’ll bring her back...”

Dean’s eyes went wide, instantly realizing who he was talking about.

“Your mom.” Chuck finished.

Dean stared at Chuck before looking over at Y/N. She was shaking her head. He glanced behind her at Jack, who looked confused. Deep down, he knew this was not what his mother would’ve wanted. Mary had cared for Jack as well, just like the rest of them. So the older Winchester told the deity no, sharing that his mother wouldn’t want Jack to die.

“Dean, don’t do this.” Chuck begged.

Dean stared Chuck straight in the eyes, “No. We’re done talking. Cause this – “ He motioned his hand in a circle as if speaking for everyone. “ – this isn’t just a story. It’s our lives! So god or no god. You go to hell!”

“Family Don’t End in Blood.” Y/N quoted as she continued to cover Jack from Chuck.

“Alright, have it your way.” Chuck snapped his fingers as an immense light came out of Jack’s eyes and mouth.

“NO!” Y/N screamed as she supported Jack as he fell to the ground slowly.

At that moment, so many things happened. Dean tried to get near Chuck to force him to stop, but he was blown away crashing into a tombstone. Y/N was pleading for Chuck to stop killing Jack. She even pleaded with Castiel if there was anything he could do, but there wasn’t. Sam saw the gun on the ground.

As Jack took his last breath before the light emitting from his body vanished, the younger Winchester called out Chuck and…

BAM!

Everyone looked in the direction the gunshot came from. Sam had held his shoulder from the ground from the impact while Chuck had a shocked look on his face which quickly turned to one of anger.

Y/N and Cas looked at Jack, who now laid dead on the ground, his eyes burned out.

Dean had picked himself up and made his way to his brother.

Chuck looked at each of them with a fire lit in his eyes. “Fine. That’s the way you want it? Story’s over.” And then he snapped his fingers once more.

Daytime shifted into night time in a blink of an eye as the ground began trembling beneath them. The earth began cracking, a hole opening not too far from where they all were. Something bad was coming. They could all sense it.

With a fierce tone, Chuck ended his time in the spotlight with a goodbye comment before disappearing once more. “Welcome to the end.”

Next: Part Five

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So, I’m having no inspiration at all in the moment and I’m really emotionally unstable right now. I decided to make a crack post of the Sdra2 cast playing Family Feud. If I made a mistake on how the game is played, sorry to confuse you. I don’t know too much about this game. Hope you enjoy! And I’m sorry that I’m not finishing the requests. Thank you for those who are waiting patiently!

Sdra2 cast play Family Feud Pt. 1

Monocrow made an announcement over the tv, “Everyone, go to the trial room. I have a special surprise for all of you!”

Once everyone made their way to the trial room, everything was different compared to the original trial room. Most of their stands are on different sides of the room, left and right, and theirs another table with 2 buttons on top of it. Seriously, what the hell is going on?!

“Ah, you’re all wondering why I told you all to come here. Well, today, we’re gonna play a game!” Monocrow announces.

“What game?” Shinji asks the black and white crow.

“Have you all heard the game Family Feud?” Most of them said yes, while some of them shook their head because they never heard that game or they don’t know the mechanics of it.

Monocrow starts to explain the mechanics of the game. After they all absorbed the information needed, they all nod in agreement.

“Anyways, I’m gonna group you guys into different groups! You will all have a chance to play! No on will be left behind!”

The ones who didn’t want to be part of the game, specifically Syobai and Kokoro, groans.

“Wait a minute, why do we all have to play this game?” Setsuka curiosly questions the crow.

“The winning group of each game will have immunity from getting murdered! If someone who didn’t win plans on murdering them, I’ll execute them immediately. And the winning groups will not be executed in case they commit murder.”

Okay, everyone is interested in the game now.

First game:

Team 1:

Sora

Yuki

Syobai

Yoruko

Kokoro

Team 2:

Iroha

Kanade

Setsuka

Hajime

Emma

Monocrow: “Sora, Iroha, please come up up here!”

Monocrow: “Okay, there are 8 answers on the board. So, when making love outside, what animal would get into the action?”

Iroha:“A squirrel.”

2. Squirrel: 11 point

Sora:“Bear.”

3. Bear: 5 points.

Iroha: “We’re gonna play.”

Monocrow: “Emma, when making love outside, what animal would get into the action?”

Kanade:”a dog”

1. Dog: 53 points

The second team cheers in victory as they got the highest answer.

Monocrow: Setsuka, same question.

Setsuka: “A rabbit.”

X!!!!!

Hajime: “A cat”

4. Cat: 4 points

Monocrow: “Okay! Now, Emma?”

Emma: “A raccoon.”

7. Racoon: 3 points.

Monocrow: “Iroha?”

Iroha: “A bird, Monocrow”

Monocrow: “What the?! Do you think my kind are interested in preverse human interactions?! This is why we don’t do what humans do to make a child! We just wait until the mother is in her late 20’s and Bam!! A chick has been laid!”

XX!!!

Monocrow: “this is what you get for violating my kind, young girl!”

Iroha squeals next fear behind her sketchbook.

Monocrow: “Kanade, one more strike and the opposing team could steal.”

Kanade: “uhh, a lizard.”

Monocrow: I don’t even think it’s possible for a lizard to just randomly lay on a naked, active person just to sleep! What are you thinking?!”

XXX!!!

Monocrow goes to the other team.

Monocrow:”Sora, you can steal if you get at least one of the answers on the board.”

Sora: “Chipmunk.”

Monocrow: “would Alvin and his brothers even want to join something like that?! Now you’re ruining children’s childhood!”

X!!!

The second team gave each other a high-five for winning this round.

Monocrow: “let’s reveal the answers on the board!”

5.Horse

6.snake

8.Fire ants

Monocrow: “Now, give it up for Yuki and Kanade!”

They both get in front of their stands as Monocrow prepares the next question.

Monocrow: “Top 7 answers on the board. When you were a child, what did you use as a partner to practice kissing?”

Kanade was the first to press the button.

Kanade: “sister”

Monocrow:”...........where’s your sister right now?”

Kanade: “um, probably hiding somewhere or hunting for a weapon.”

Monocrow: “Yeah! Big yeah! Her sister!”

5. sibling: 7 points

Monocrow is becoming sick thinking about her answer.

Monocrow: “Yep, there’s gonna be 7 more people who will be in the same room in hell with you.”

Monocrow: “Yuki?”

Yuki: “A pillow!”

1. Pillow: 30 points

Yuki: “We’re gonna play!”

Monocrow: “Syobai, same question.”

Syobai: “My hand.”

Monocrow:”..........do you ever wash your hands before-“

Before Monocrow could finish, Syobai shook his head.

Monocrow:”.........disgusting! Is hand on the board?!”

6. Hand: 5 points

Monocrow:”*gulp*, Y-Yoruko?”

Yoruko:”Mirror.”

3. Mirror: 12 points

Monocrow:”Kokoro, please don’t make this any weirder.”

Kokoro:”..............stuff toy.”

4. stuff animal: 11 points

Monocrow:”........So-“

Sora: “Doll”

2. Doll: 17 points

Without words, Monocrow points at Yuki to answer next.

Yuki: “The neighbour’s kid?”

X!!!

Monocrow: “Syobai, answer correctly then you’ll win this round.”

Syobai: “An orange.”

Monocrow: “An orange?! What?! What are you all doing at your house?!

Monocrow:*to Yoruko* “You with your mirror!”

Monocrow: *to Syobai* “You using your drug powder-covered hands!”

Monocrow: *to Kokoro* And to those stuff animals waiting for all of you to put on a show!

Monocrow: “An orange!”

7. Orange: 4 points.

As the first team clap for their success, Monocrow is just there, feeling weird about the answers that’s been surveyed by many people. Are humans that weird?

Monocrow: “Okay! Time for the final round before the next group of contestants!”

Syobai and Setsuka stands in front of their podiums.

Monocrow: “There are 6 answers in the board. Name something a man has in his pants when he’s going on a hot date?”

Syobai hits the button first.

Syobai: “Protection.”

1. A Weanie Beanie : 46 points

Syobai: “We are definitely gonna play.”

Monocrow: “Okay, Yoruko, name something a man has in his pants when he’s going on a hot date?”

Yoruko: “Of course, money!”

2. Money : 23 points

Monocrow: *points at Kokoro*

Kokoro: “Car keys”

X!!!

Monocrow: “You, Sora!”

Sora: “I’m just gonna say the first thing in my mind, a b*ner

Monocrow: “.........What is wrong with teenagers nowadays!? Now thinking about doing it just before they graduate! That’s nasty!”

Monocrow: “But is what she said on the board?”

5. A “Pitched tent”: 5 points

Yuki: “Uh, some cologne?”

XX!!!

Monocrow: “Okay, one more strike, then the other team can get a chance to steal.”

Syobai: “A pepper spray just in case she turns out lunatic.”

XXX!!!

Monocrow: “Don’t you have any manners for ladies?”

Syobai: “Not unless they turn out slutty or just taking advantage of me for money or drugs.”

Monocrow: “....Okay then, Iroha! Get at least one of the 2 remaining answers left on the board, then your group wins!”

Iroha: “..........A sound-proof hotel love suite room key ?”

X!!!

Monocrow: “God, kids these days say dirty things now.”

Monocrow: “Anyways, the winner of this game is Team 1!”

The members of that team shouted “Yes!!” when the crow announces their win. Poor team 2, now they’ll have to try to survive without the immunity.

Monocrow: “We’ll be back with the next round of contestants! And let’s hope that they’re not as nasty as some of the people in this game, and I’m specifically talking about you, Syobai, Sora, Kanade and Iroha!”

[pricechecktranslations]

TTDS: The Three Daughters of Sir Torture; Chapter 1

Torture Tower Doesn’t Sleep: The Three Daughters of Sir Torture infomine under the cut 

Character Info:

Benjii Kenpu (Benji Kemp): A regular of Stella’s bar. Wears glasses, and evidently works as a doctor. Doesn’t pay his tab.

Chenbaren (Chamberlain): Not a person but a wealthy family in Lion City.

Hanku Fieron kyou (Sir Hank Fieron): The popularly-called “Sir Torture”. Used to live in Torcia Tower. There are lots of books and plays based on him, as he was (in addition to being a torturer of war prisoners) a famous war hero. He apparently died midway through responding to a summons by the king, traveling there by boat (as in, fell from the boat).

Jibetto (Gibbet): Is a regular of Stella’s bar. Appears younger than Lloyd, but carries herself with a very mature air.

Rakku (Rack): Very childish. Has a short haircut.

Ransuroodo Haaku (Lancelord Hark): A fictional hero based on Hank.

Reimondo (Raymond): A street performer. Friendly. Apparently looks a little like Zepeto.

Roido Rooweru (Lloyd Lowell): A thief who fancies himself an attractive (to women) sophisticate, smarter than the average thug and talented with firearms. Normally works alone, and looks out for himself only. Not from Lion City. Has a favored pistol he keeps on his person. Close to his thirties (was shy of 10 years old when Hank died). Has plans to get back to the capital someday, and for that he needs money. He also originally wanted to be an actor, and as such has some knowledge of theater (and once played Romarius in a play). He doesn’t like talking about his past. Has trained himself to be able to see a little in the dark. Has killed six people in the course of his work as a thief.

Sutera Taunsendo (Stella Townsend): The owner of Stella’s Bar. Young, and has red hair that’s tied up at the back. She’s just scraping by herself as it is, her father unable to walk after his legs were injured and unable to hire any help.

Zepetto (Zepeto?): A member of Lloyd’s temporary team that betrayed them to the police. Apparently Raymond looks a little like him.

Setting Info:

Basuzu no tsufu(?lots of readings for this) (Pot of Basuzu): Could be written as Baths but I think it’s a pun on Pazuzu from the Exorcist. A pot that belonged to Beritoad. Has four silver handles, and is always full of water, according to Gibbet. Legend says all who drink it are cured of their ills, and gain eternal life.

Josephiinu (Josephine): The name of Rack’s torture device. Basically a rack.

Rionshiti (Lion City): East from Lloyd’s hometown. A city in the sticks, without much police presence. In an economic downturn.

(Sutera no sakaba) Stella’s Bar: A bar located in Lion City’s downtown. The sign has a bottle and drinking glass on it. It has 3 four person tables and 5 seats at the counter. There’s a bunch of glasses behind the counter, as well as something large and bell-shaped that’s covered in black cloth (a bird cage, probably). Originally, the sign read “Townsend’s Bar”, but Stella figured having a woman’s name would bring in more male customers.

Touruchiatou (Torcia Tower): Five stories tall, grey, old. Hank Fieron used to live there until 20 years ago. Supposedly empty since his death, but recently his daughters have suddenly started living there. Said to hold the “Pot of Basuzu” on its top floor. No windows below the third floor. First floor is divided into several rooms. There is an atrium on the second floor that lets in light from the third floor. The second floor is just one big room. The third floor is where the torturing happens. Fourth floor is nothing but jail cells.

Yookushiti (York City): West from Lloyd’s hometown. A city in the sticks, without much police presence (same as Lion City).

Youma (Wraith): A sort of demonic entity with strange powers. Rare, and not widely believed in anymore. Beritoad is an evil wraith, and Romarius is a good one—at least, so the stories say.

Notable quotes (admittedly I wasn’t looking too hard for them, I could probably find more, but this one stuck out to me at least):

Lloyd: (in thought, scene 1) I have real ability. I have top-grade skill with firearms, intelligence far above that of a common thug, and looks and wit that would make almost any woman weak at the knees! There was no need for someone so superior as I to rely on the assistance of such incompetents!

Plot Summary:

Scene 1

It opens on Lloyd walking through the street at midnight, getting the impression that someone is looking at him from Torcia tower’s third window. He dismisses it, hurrying along as he’s on the run from a “job” (burglar, I think) gone bad thanks to Zepeto (?). He rages over the whole thing a little (though usually a loner the last job was pretty intimidating, so he’d gotten help).

Eventually he reaches a fork in the road, the sign telling him that the right path leads to Lion City’s downtown. He realizes he’s been going in the wrong direction, having intended to go to York City instead, but figures this is just as well.

He wants to get some food, but all of the money he had squirreled away in his hideout was seized by the police.

Scene 2

All the shops and such are dark, being midnight. Lloyd doesn’t have much money on him for good accommodations. Eventually he finds Stella’s Bar still open. He goes inside, intending to take the opportunity to learn more about Lion City.

He’s greeted by Stella, who is the only person inside save for Benji, who soon decides to leave. Stella banters with him a little about his tab before he runs off, and invites Lloyd to sit down. They chat a little. He mentions looking for work.

Apparently the town has fallen on hard times recently (she mentions something called the “daiya keshiki” (diamond scenery I think? I’m not…sure what that means) relating to when the place was prosperous, talking about her own problems with her father and whatnot. She suggests the Chamberlain family might hire him (though they’re having their own troubles), but there’s also Torcia Tower.

They talk a little about Hank and his three daughters. Stella makes clear that they are very rich noble girls, basically (though she’s only met Gibbet). She thinks of it as they might hire him as a servant, but he decides he’s going to burgle them instead (though maybe try to get hired to scope the place out).

Gibbet suddenly enters. Though not well versed on women’s fashion, Lloyd can tell by looking at her that her dress is incredibly expensive.

There’s this nice kind of setup where Lloyd is clearly thinking of her as an easy mark (prey) when in reality he’s going to be prey to her. Anyway, he flirts with her a little (insulting the bar slightly in the process, but Stella doesn’t seem to mind), as a test of how she’ll react. She responds gracefully and happily, sitting next to him. Stella takes the bird cage behind the bar into the back when Gibbet looks at it.

She orders “Blood Grave” wine, the most expensive thing in the bar. Stella tells Gibbet they were talking about her, and Gibbet brings up how people have been spreading rumors of her and her sisters, as ruffians around town have gone missing since they showed up in Torcia Tower. Stella doesn’t believe they’re responsible.

Gibbet claims her sisters came to the tower to cure an illness where they can’t come into contact with sunlight (which is why only she leaves it). They talk about the “Pot of Basuzu” and wraiths and whatnot. She says her sisters are (briefly) cured of their ailment when they drink from the pot.

Lloyd resolves to steal the pot, as it’s obviously valuable. He tries to bring up the subject of being hired, but Gibbet brushes him off. She leaves, but says she’d like to drink with Lloyd again sometime. Stella takes pity on him and suggests an inn that he can stay at on credit for a month while he’s looking for work.

Scene 3

The inn is a bit run down (it doesn’t give a name for it). His room has two beds and little else (and is only really big enough for just those beds), and is sharing the room with Raymond. Raymond is friendly but Lloyd has no interest in making friends. Several days have gone by (it’s been a week since he arrived in town) and Raymond appears to have taken the hint.

While pretending to look for work, he visits Torcia Tower, receiving no answer when he rings the bell. There’s a new lock on the door, though Lloyd figures he can pick it easily. After ruminating on the job a little, Lloyd decides to try to break in that night.

Scene 4

The first floor of the tower is decently bright during the day due to having gaps in the stonework walls. It’s shabbier than Lloyd was expecting, with the front hall and the various rooms hardly feeling lived in, filled with old and smelly furniture. It’s also larger than he thought it would be. No sign that torture’s gone on here. He does find a pot of purplish red flowers that smell nice (Gibbet smelled like that earlier).

On to the second floor. It occurs to him that if he takes the pot of Basuzu, the “sick” sisters won’t be able to cure their illness, but he refuses to care for people he’s never even met. The light of the moon from the third floor comes in through the atrium, like a spotlight, and Lloyd is briefly reminded of his acting days.

Scene 5

He looks around the second floor a little, approaching some of the flowers from earlier. Suddenly the room is filled with light (all the lights come on at once?), and he sees that Gibbet is there in the center. She’s not scared to see him.

They banter a tiny bit, and then he pulls his gun on her. He tells her he’s here for the pot of Basuzu. She offers to give it to him and tell no one that he arrived—but Lloyd doesn’t like loose ends, and so says he’ll kill her anyway (though he’ll do it quickly to spare her pain).

Gibbet then acts confused on the matter of wanting to spare her pain—she says that pain is the greatest joy humans can feel, and starts laughing creepily.

Lloyd is caught—it’s a little hard for me to read exactly what happens (maybe I’m too tired reading this scene, and I don’t recognize the kanji. I’ll look over it again if anyone wants more detail). Something binds him and then hoists him into the air from the atrium (I think he’s in a cage?). Gibbet’s gone.

He realizes he’s been had, remembering what he’d heard about this place being a torture tower. The (cage????) that he’s in starts hurtling towards the ceiling in the third floor, and he loses consciousness right before hitting it.

Scene 6

He’s no longer in the cage thing when he wakes up. He’s laying prone on some weird rectangular box with gears and (a lever I think?), arms and legs aching from the collision with the ceiling and chained to the box. He’s able to look around, in some room in the tower with the same walls as the rest. There’s a large wooden double door further in.

Rack informs him he’s laying on Josephine. Lloyd recognizes her as the girl he saw looking at him from the window all those nights ago. He asks to be let go, and she goes to activate the rack. (Apparently this is her 63rd torture victim, if I’m reading this right?). The way the rack works is that when she spins the gears, it retracts the ropes that are tied to his limbs.

In agony, Lloyd begs for his life, but Rack just finds this funny (she’s very jovial with him, calling him “big brother” and such). He starts to pass out, and she stabs him with a large spike to keep him awake.

Basically, he gets horribly tortured.

Scene 7

Lloyd is eventually released from the device and locked in a cell on the tower’s fourth floor. There’s a young man there already, with stretched limbs covered in wounds. He tells Lloyd that the victims of torture are being used by the girls as sacrifices to appease their god, in order to bring their father back to life.

Maiden comes to bring them their food (so, she does talk—but is a girl of few words). The prisoner says they only feed them enough to keep them alive, and tells Lloyd who the other girls are.

Lloyd has no intention of dying there. He sees that the cell facing them has their effects in it, including his favored pistol. The other prisoner tells him that while many have tried to escape, all were killed. Lloyd has hope though—he doesn’t need to fight them, just not get caught. It’s difficult for him to work the lock due to his pain, but he manages to unlock the cell.

He gets his gun back, and then goes to get the other prisoner with him, rationalizing that he could sacrifice him to escape if need be. The prisoner gets something from his own effects, handing it to Lloyd and explaining it’s from when he used to work in a coal mine, and to use if push came to shove. Then they get going.

Scene 8

They reach the third floor. Several somethings fall from the ceiling—cylindrical metal lumps. They have lids, and look like coffins, but with protrusions that look like a woman’s face (these are iron maidens, pretty sure).

As Lloyd is wondering where the hell these fell from, the other guy starts freaking out, saying they’ve been caught. The maidens are apparently animate, as they float into the air and start attacking the two of them. Lloyd dodges, but the other man is hit and falls to the ground. Lloyd considers using what the man gave him, but figures the confines of the tower are too narrow.

The maiden sets down next to the man and opens up, revealing it’s full of spikes. His body is sucked inside. There’s no screams, but blood starts seeping out after a moment.

Lloyd leaps down the atrium hole to the second floor away from the maidens. One falls down after him. The second floor is bigger, however, and Lloyd brings out what the miner gave him, revealed to be dynamite.

Lloyd is caught in the blast and blown back. It also didn’t work on the maiden. Lloyd gets up, throws up (mostly blood), and falls back down again. Unable to stand, he tries crawling towards the exit, though his eyes have lost focus and he can hardly see.

The iron maiden drops in front of him. It opens to reveal Maiden inside. She gets out to look at him. From behind he hears Gibbet chide Maiden for overdoing it. Rack is with her. Gibbet says that they can’t just kill him—that’s not torture. And torture is to bring someone alive the pleasure of “agony”.

Lloyd intends to curse her as insane, but instead begs for her to let him go. She grabs him by the chin, wondering how he’d sound if she cut his pretty face. Lloyd asks her to spare his face. Gibbet has Rack stab his face with her spike instead.

Scene 9

One month passes. Stella goes to Benji’s hospital to see one of his patients, someone wrapped in bandages and near death. She’d found him three days ago when passing Torcia Tower, and he hasn’t woken up the whole time he’s been in the hospital. His face is pretty much ruined, so not only can they not recognize it, but they can’t imagine anyone else will either.

Raymond is performing in the town square. It’s been six months since he arrived in town, and he’s gotten a small following. At the end of this morning performance, people clap and throw money in his hat. As he’s resting and eating some pizza, he overhears some people gossiping about the person in the hospital and the Torcia Tower (like that it’s haunted, etc).

The narration says that no one knows the truth—Hank had no daughters. Only torture implements that he had loved like daughters.

Raymond muses on souls inhabiting torture devices. Then he stands and goes to perform his afternoon show.

[weaselle]

Sample fic, scifi

Wolfe came to, checked himself over, and sighed in relief before remembering to panic about the air. Logic caught up. He was breathing fine. That was, after all one of the primary reasons this planet had been chosen. Of course they hadn't quite trusted their extremely long range sensory data regarding the planet's atmosphere, but their emergency lan- no, the word “landing” didn't really apply. Their incoming circumstances... Well, they hadn't had much time. Wolfe suffered a quick flashback of tumbling through the air and shivered.

There had been serious errors upon entering the six-planet solar system. Equipment had broken. Backups had failed. By the time anyone knew anything was wrong it was far too late. Two thirds of the crew had been lost in an emergency transition out of stasis, as The Intrepid had been sucked down the gravity well of the local star. There was nothing that could save the massive ship. In their efforts to escape, the remaining crew wound up all crammed in the ship's dispatch shuttle, just barely kicking out of the star’s grav well near its second planet's orbit, aimed at the mission's target planet, down to fumes for fuel.

The science team members had worked in a morbid frenzy, half of them computing frantic equations, the others leading teams of military personnel through two engineering reconfigurations. This was because the shuttle was meant to dock in the mag. bay  of the the larger landing module, and wasn't designed for independent planetary landing. They had ten days of in-system travel to do something about that before they hit atmosphere. One team was to basically harvest the fumes and tweak the engine to maximize the dribbles of fuel they did have, while another team was assigned the shuttle's orbital communications satellite, removing everything except the metal-paneled framing, and redesigning it to fall completely apart at the push of a button. Nobody slept much. Everybody was both solemn and frenetic, like over-caffeinated zombies.  

The closer they got, the worse it all was, crowded, resources rationed. Fifty-nine people on a shuttle made for a crew of fifteen. They'd had time to pack some food and equipment, there was plenty of water, but the life support systems were taxed by so many lives, and  their chances of surviving planet-fall were slim. Tensions were high. There were no parachutes.

There was a brief, deathly earnest debate among the equation-working group that seemed to Wolfe to be essentially a three way argument of air friction versus planetary spin, versus 'just how damn sure are you of this value you've assigned gravitational pull?' Then they'd grilled the military pilot about in-atmosphere handling until the man was in tears. Of course, it wouldn't have taken much to bring any of them to tears, stuck in a giant metal can, hurtling toward an unfamiliar planet, uncountable light years from home. Not to mention... no parachutes. A nervous vote was taken among the mathematicians while an even more nervous crew stood by, and the proposed trajectory was altered 3 degrees. The plan sounded bat-shit to Wolfe. They were to come close in, flip to facing mostly backward, wait until less than a minute from impact, pulse the last bit of fuel in a fifteen second burn, and then launch the gutted communication satellite upward with themselves inside it in an effort to counter as much of their incoming velocity as possible. The satellite was meant to be deployed in outer space, and while the trajectory could be controlled quite precisely, the launch was mechanical, not fuel driven. Basically, it was a damn catapult. And the injuries, it was determined, would be worse all crowded inside the frail metal cube of the satellite, so they were going to have the thing fall to pieces right after it launched, leaving them to free-fall an estimated fifteen to thirty feet. The science team members insisted it was their best chance at survival. Wolfe had listened to the plan, helped all he could, and then, as the imminent entry alarm rang, he went hand over hand through the wobbling shuttle to his bunk. Once there, he stuffed all of his bedding inside his flight suit. He zipped up, grabbed his knife and a coil of thin rope, added the food bars he'd been squirreling away, filled his canteen, and stood there a minute, looking at that small collection of improvements to his odds of survival, thinking. He was missing one of the big basics. So he went looking for a mechanic he'd played cards with. He had found the man nervously taping his joints, starting with his fingers.

“Hey Mirez, you know how I told you I quit smoking years ago?”

“Yeah?”

“You wanna go sit in the satellite and have a smoke?”

Ramirez laughed shakily “Hell yes. Fuck the regs.” Wolfe had a stray thought about how drunks survived more accidents through muscle relaxation.

“Yo,” he said, “grab a flask off Burton.” Later, he'd pocketed the lighter. _______________________________________________________________________

      When Wolfe tried to stand up, the first thing he noticed was that the ground was very odd. He had to spend some time on his hands and knees looking at it just to figure out how to stand on it. It appeared to be mostly a lattice of wrist-thick vines, that knobbled and arched and curled. He tried to part them to see what the actual planetary surface looked like, but couldn't  push them much. Figuring he could reach through them and at least touch the ground, he'd only wiggled his hand in to the wrist before he wondered what kind of insect-things might live on a planet like this, and his hand came whipping back out as if under it's own power. So he stood up, made sure he still had the food bars, knife, rope, canteen, and lighter, then looked about.

Around him were strange collections of shrubs. He was in some kind of field of them. They seemed to grow in clusters by type, and he wondered if they mightn't have been planted by something intelligent. Impossible hope of a friendly, star-faring population fought near paralyzing fear that there would be horrifying creatures with a taste for people meat. The planet's star hung halfway between the horizon and it's zenith, and by the way the air was growing slowly warmer, Wolfe supposed it was rising and not setting. It was already quite warm, and he knew from his planetary facts memo that it was likely to get much hotter. He unstuffed himself, pealed his flight suit to his waist, and tied the arms to keep it there. He put the blankets and pillow cases and fitted sheet in the middle of the top sheet, twisted it into a sling, and tied it over one shoulder like a bandoleer. Then, walking with extreme care, he set out to find the others. He left the heavy, visored helmet on the ground, facing the way he went, as a message for any fellow survivors that might be looking for him.

There was no sign of any wreckage. He had no sense of direction. Additionally, either the ground was moving, or he had some kind of land sickness. Or it could be the concussion. Shit. How could there not be any sign of the shuttle wreck? There should be a long, tore up trench, or smoke on the horizon- something. The shrub-things were creepy in their little clusters. The place smelled funny. Like fertilizer soaked in fruit punch. He strained his ears and heard a catalog of curious far away groans and clicks and wind that blended into a faint, cavernous hum of worrisome background noise, but no voices or nearby movement. He was afraid to yell for other survivors in case some kind of alien THINGS came out of hiding and devoured him alive. Everything was too yellow. Wolfe squinted into the bright day and assured himself repeatedly that he wasn't panicking. After several minutes of this, he felt less panicked and crouched near (but not too near) one of the bush-a-ma-bobs to have a think.

The pale greenish sky was too large, somehow; he felt small beneath it. Looking at the bush-a-ma-bob nearest him, he saw that it came up to about waist height, and branched into an umbrella of what might be called leaves: very thick, spade-shaped, greenish yellow, each waxy leaf about as big as a door. Amazingly, each enormous leaf appeared to have grown a support strut from halfway along the bottom of it, angled back down to the base of the trunk. The vines that were everywhere  sprouted into a lush undergrowth of  aqua-colored leafery beneath each bush-a-ma-bob. A few in the group near him were nearly as tall as he, and a couple in the general area were even a bit taller.  They were arranged in fairly evenly dispersed clumps of about fifteen or so. Each bush-a-ma-bob was several feet from the next, each clump of them separated from each of the other clumps by a few meters. It wasn't structured beyond that, and Wolfe tentatively abandoned his farm theory. Most of the things looked to be bush-a-ma-bobs, but some clumps of them were some other kinds of shrubaroo, and he was on the edge of the mixed field of them. Beyond this field and in all directions, stretched a vast yellow plain full of dark brown, knee high things, like skeletal ferns. He was about to leave the bush-a-ma-bobs for a closer look at one of the shrubaroos, when he caught a slight movement out of the corner of his eye.

There, at the edge of the field to his right, was a plant that didn't look like any of the other plants. It was a single radio-dish shaped greenish yellow flower with a diameter of about five feet, atop a stacked coil of brownish orange vine as thick as Wolfe's upper arm, facing the sun. As he watched, the flower frill gently folded back to lay flat along the stem. His heart rate had just about returned to normal when it slowly began uncoiling along the ground. This took several minutes, at the end of which it was clear that there were no roots or attachment of any kind. His first alien creature. Thankfully it was moving away from him and out into the yellow plain at what he estimated to be about two meters an hour, spiraling awkwardly along the vine-covered ground. It stretched out it's coil, and then did a sort of slow-motion, twisty inchworm act to get along. Weird.

Satisfied that he wasn't in immediate danger, Wolfe forgot about aliens and shrubaroos and tried to apply some logic to his situation.  The crew should have all fallen somewhat close together, even though his swirling memories of the satellite coming apart mid-air had him suspecting they had bailed out a good bit higher than planned. As for why he might be a bit farther from the rest of them, that was probably his own stupid fault... in an effort to augment his personal chances of survival, he had hung on tightly to one of the aluminum panels as the com sat exoskeleton broke apart, hoping it would create enough air resistance to slow his fall. It hadn't been that great an idea. From what he could tell of his kaleidoscope recollections, the large thin metal sheet had indeed created a fair amount of drag, which had seemed to yank him quickly away from the dissipating cloud of his companions, and spun him crazily around and around before tearing out of his hands. Now that he thought about it, he could feel the strain in his hands and shoulders still. Actually, he was realizing, he was pretty damn sore all over. Falling from the sun will do that to you, he thought, and then clapped a hand over his mouth, in case man-eating E.T.s were attracted to slightly hysterical laughter.

About a kilometer away, Intrepid military personnel were gathering resources from people into a pile, and maintaining a perimeter, while several surviving members of the science team were having a heated debate over why they weren't all dead.

“Fuck you, Martin! You just can't handle the fact that my plan worked and we're all alive!”

“Bullshit, Franz! Okay? A: it wasn't YOUR plan, ass-hat, and secondly: It's pretty fucking obvious we came out too high up, I don't give a damn that your precious three degrees was complete horse-shit, all I said was, after a fall from that height, more of us should be dead and injured!”

“Yeah, right! What, you had time to take some measurements while we were all in free fall!? You just can't face that I was right!”

“Right? You wouldn't know how to express a variable quotient if.. if it fucked your sister!”

“And you couldn't plot a multiple-input trajectory if it came in your ass!!”

“Um, guys? Guys, this isn't really... that's not how math works...”

“Shut up, Phil. Kim, can you please explain AGAIN to Martin why the planet's rotational momentum doesn't goddamn apply to the final equation because it was ALREADY expressed in the orbital calculations?”

“No, actually; even if I wasn't busy being thankful that we're all in one piece, I-”

“But what I was SAYING, Franz, is that it WASN'T already expressed in the- y'know what? I don't even CARE, all I'm.. Look, I've cliff dived a whole lot, and I'm telling you, we fell too far to be all walking around like this! Mirez!” Martin said to the passing military mechanic, “Did we fall twenty feet, or did we fall two or three times that? What do you think?” Ramirez paused

“Me? I think if there are any E.T. Boogiemen on this planet, they'll probably attack people having stupid noisy arguments first, and I just might live one more day.” They all stopped and looked around apprehensively.

“Well, okay, good point by Ramirez.” Martin said, in a barely audible mutter.

“Yeah, fine,” murmured Franz sullenly, “stupid argument.”

“Hey,” whispered Kim “anyone else feel like the ground is moving?”

Meanwhile, lieutenants Felix and Jones were having their own little debate with Commander Johnson and the first officer.

“What do you mean there's no sign of the shuttle? We should have come down nearly on top of it! No no, it's got to be here; we need to salvage the equipment on board” Felix exchanged a look with Jones, and tried again “Sir, not only is there no sign of the shuttle, but, in about three hours, it's going to be well in excess of one hundred degrees fahrenheit-”

“Really, Felix?” the first officer interjected, “Razor-toothed demon-beasts could be headed our direction and you're worried you'll have to sweat? A little warm weather never killed anyone, come on!”

“Um...” said Jones quietly “No, see, that's the opposite of true...”

“Randy is right, we need to address the most serious threats first” The captain was so wrong that he was saying the right things and still getting it wrong.

“That's what I mean, sir,” said Jones, “any creatures are just theories, but the sun is right there” ______________________________________________________________________

      Wolfe was beginning to suspect he wasn't thinking clearly. He'd certainly had a rough ten days, which might account for the way he was staring out at nothing, thinking about how he needed a plan of action, and how he needed more information before he could make any reasonable plans. Then he would consider how many teeth information might turn out to have if he went looking for it, decide he was much more likely to die of heat exposure, and wonder where in this alien world he should start doing what. Then he would laugh to himself, and start the thought process over again. It wasn't helping.

So he stopped. Made himself think about something else for a minute. He chose cards. He liked cards. He liked the way they felt in his hands, he liked the 'fnap' sound they made when you flipped a finger across the edge of one, and how they helicoptered through the air when you tossed one just right. He liked playing cards, the way card games always seemed to be part math part con. He was good at cards. Not the best player at the table, but usually in til the end of the game. Now, he had to stay in this game. Well, he was going to need water. He had his canteen, but, since he was planning on living longer than a week, he was going to have to find more. Compatible atmosphere , water, and temperature were the top three requisites to target a planet for an advance mission, so, if he found some water, there was a decent chance he could drink it, and only get horribly ill from whatever microbes or alien sediment was in it. Horaaaaaay. At least he was beginning to focus.

  Well, breathable air meant condensation was a possibility. He mulled that over as a back up option as he picked a direction and started walking.

[iturbide]

Tag Game

Tagged by @terra-haven yes i know it was forever ago but sometimes my memory comes through

Favorite Color(s): R E D.  It is frankly ridiculous how many red things I have.  Clothes?  Luggage?  Kitchen ware?  You name it, I probably have something red for it.  Even my bedroom is a nice dark red color.  I also love the red, black, and gold color combination (which may or may not be a big part of the aesthetic choice for Hard Reset). 

Top 3 Favorite Ships: gods this is hard for variety I’ll just pick one ship from some of my favorite series: I would have to say Chrom/Robin/Sumia for Fire Emblem (Chrom/Robin at the very least, though Grima/Emmeryn is a close second); Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth from the Ace Attorney series; and Sabrina/Lt. Surge from Pokemon. 

Last Song: “From the Bottom of My Heart” by The Wallflowers because it’s a Grima song and no one can change my mind. 

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick hands down.  I have it squirreled away in all kinds of different places (by my bed, in my backpack, by my chair, in my car) because I need it all the time (especially when playing video games, I chew my lips and get them really irritated and chapstick stops me).

Last Movie: I guess technically Tolkien?  I wasn’t really watching though because it was kind of boring; the last one I really paid attention to was probably Into the Spiderverse because it’s magnificent. 

Currently Reading: ...technically I guess it’s Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology because it’s the last thing I picked up but I’m kind of not reading anything haha :D; too much writing

Recommend a Show: Young Justice because I spent a literal week trying to get my dad to watch it to no avail and I am upset >:< One of the best animated works from DC in recent memory, with great characters and a fantastic plot that weaves through the entirety of the show, laying clues for the viewer about a larger plot brewing beneath the surface.  Action is a mainstay, of course, but the fact that the team is a covert operations unit rather than taking the traditional direct confrontation approach is a wonderful change of pace. 

For something older, though, please check out Gargoyles.  It was one of the defining series of my childhood, for whatever that might say about me; it’s hard to find since it’s rarely on and Disney never thought to release a DVD for the second half of Season 2, but it’s so worth the watch. 

Tagging: whoever feels like doing this go forth have fun I want to know you all