#Data from my prison. (reblogs)

[ask-the-all-consuming-void]

A couple of questions.

1. Would it be accurate to refer to you as Entropy, seeing your role in the decay of realities?

2. Have you considered the fact that your physical manifestations, as well as the way you attack worlds in ways that are evident and very easy to interpret as a desire for violence (aka big lasers from space) could be the reason you are constantly seen as a threat or enemy rather than... well, an End that was meant to be?

3. Are you aware of the dimensions parallel to Sonic's, and of it's conduits, the Sol Emeralds?

4. ...with all honesty, I am afraid of the concept of the decay of my brain preceding death. The concept of pure corrupted information, noise without respite or sense, flooding my consciousness. Is this comparable to what existence feels to you... and is there a chance my End will be peaceful?

(P.S. Well this got dark. Second time I send a long question again too, Sorry mun, and I hope you are having a good day.)

Entropy has many definitions. I assume you refer to its most informal use.

If so.... then, no. I am not decay. I am salvation from it. Decay is gradual and painful. I am instant peace.

....

Yes. You mortals cannot understand what is best for you. You have demonstrated such at every opportunity.

I try to consume without warning, and take as much as possible in a single strike. No witnesses.... no records.... no suffering.

This method served me well.... until recently.

....

Yes. Their world is close by.

The Sol Emeralds do not concern me. They are not the roots.

....

I do not experience sensation as you do. I have not "felt" existence.... yet.

Still, your words "paint" a harrowing "picture". Your fear is justified.

Yes.... there is a chance. In chaos, countless outcomes are of equal, endless possibility.

....

But why rely on chance?

Accept me, and know certain peace.

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　MINIBOTS(+minimus) x gn reader

　　　　『　tailgate ,, swerve ,, rewind ,, minimus ambus ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> part one

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, many kisses :3

　　— part one of this little series :3 rung will be in the next part ! feel free to reblog or give any comments / feedback ! <3 i enjoy reading them and seeing my work spread !

          pedes clanged against the metal floor of the lost light interior . a certain green bot making his way through the labyrinth of the ship with a datapad in his servo . maybe he didnt triple check it enough ,, but something about the report he got from rodimus just irked him . maybe he was too stressed ,, too frustrated with something . and so he left to head for a certain someone .

          he knows it would be rude to imprude your sleep ,, as its quiet essential to humans . yet he couldnt feign the empty feeling in his spark from missing you . it was all that occupied his processor through the day ,, even if he did see you as magnus . it wasn't enough though ,, realizing how needy he sounded ,, but you did say it was alright to pop in any time he wanted to no matter what . so maybe it was somewhat acceptable .

          he stopped in front of your door ,, punching in the simple code and slipping in the dimly lit room when the door slid open . the first thing he could hear was hushed giggles coming from a corner of your room . it didnt take him long to find the source ,, walking over and seeing the minibots of the lost light all huddled around you with blankets wrapped horribly around them . in tailgate's lap you laid ,, hands on either side of swerve's cheeks as you pressed kisses to his facial plates . minimus shouldve known you wouldnt be sleeping by now . it was foolish of him to think so ,, when he knew deep down these three would keep you up all night with no shame or remorse .

          " i want more too !" tailgate whined ,, visor dimming as you return your attention to swerve's derma . " in a moment tailgate ,, you already had some and swerve hasnt yet ." you replied ,, giving the minibot one last smooch and turning back to tailgate . " youre so needy tonight ,, whats up with that ? did something happen today ?" you frowned ,, moving to place a hand on the side of his face . " you could say that . i mean ,, whirl did land me in medbay earlier ." he pouted ,, yet his visor brightened with you kissed his faceplate .

          rewind and swerve sat on either side of tailgate ,, blankets in their laps and wrapped around their shoulders as best as you could get them to be . it always surprised you how these mechs slept . it reminded you of prison in a way ,, sleeping on a slab with nothing for comfort . not even a single pillow . it was honestly no wonder most these bots were rude and cranky . you would be too if you had to sleep that way ,, thankfully you didn't though .

          green armor caught your eye ,, stopping you midway of pressing a kiss to tailgate's cheek and looking up . minimus stood there ,, arms crossed and a data pad in one servo . " what is the meaning of this ?" he asked ,, squinting his optics at the minibots huddled around you . " um ,, nothing ?" swerve gulped . rewind shrugged before tailgate replied ,," getting kisses . do you want to join in ?" minimus faltered a second . whilst it sounded nice ,, they were disturbing your internal clock and messing with your sleep schedule .

          " no . youre all disturbing (y/n) . shoo off and let them sleep ." he grumbled ,, keeping his stance . swerve's awkward smile dropped to a pout ,, all three minibots looking at you . with a sigh ,, you crawled off tailgate's lap and towards minimus . " its alright mins ,, theyre not doing any harm ." you hands wrapped around his digit ,, smile sweetly beaming up at him . " why dont you join us ? and then we can all go to sleep ?" you offered ,, waiting patiently for him to give in . he always does anyways ,, because this isnt the first time it happened .

          the bot sighed ,, arms dropping to his side as he slowly started to nod . " alright ,, alright ." he gave in ,, reaching down a bit to pick you up and hold you in his arms . " only for a bit ,, and then youre going straight to bed ." he huffed as he walked over to the rest of the minibots ,, settling down beside rewind and turning his head to the side bashfully when you kiss his derma .

[into-september]

The main reason I've been absent from tumblr dot com is a house with shite wi-fi (I'm not upgrading my data plan for gifs and fanart). I'm not sure when that situation will be solved, and more to the point, if I'll even be doing much on here except reblogging on fanart even then. I've said it other places but I'm not sure I ever said it here, so for the record:

I did not write 60K worth of meta about a story I did not desperately love, but the universe does not exist where "Adrien confronts his girlfriend about lying" is a closure to the story of Cat Noir and Hawkmoth. Moreover: when S5 by the writers' own measure was something they "didn't think they could ever top", they've set the standard of what we're to expect from them in the future.

I'll be sitting S6 out until I know for sure that it is about bringing Gabriel Agreste back to life so that he can spend it rotting in prison with Nathalie Sancoeur and André Bourgeois.

[darklingichor]

Humankind: A Hopeful History, by Rutger Bregman

I learned about this book from a tumblr post analyzing Lord of the Flies. I was going to link it, but I can't find it. I thought I reblogged it, or st least liked it, but evidently not.

Anyway, I hate Lord of the Flies. I wasn't made to read it in high school, I went to a small Christian school (better structure for me, and fewer bullies) I was made to read books about real missionaries who didn't listen to the people they converted when they told them not to go bug a certain group people in the jungle because they *would* kill them. And then they did, and were killed. And this, for some reason, wasn't seen as stupid.

No, I read it because I saw a show talking about it and got curious.

I hated for much the same reasons I hated Orwell. Less for the plot than the feeling. This very high handed feel of an author trying to be a prophet, or "telling the truth" about human nature. Of course the full reason I hated 1984 was because the idea of losing control of my own mind freaks the fuck out of me, but that's a seperate issue.

Anyway, many people contributed to this post and one person mentioned a story in this book, the real lord of the flies, where a group of boys were stranded on an island for over a year, but didn't go mad and kill each other, and in fact worked together to survive and get rescued

The author of this book wanted to really look at human nature and examine if we are prone to evil, and if not, why do we think we are?

Generally speaking the answer is, no, we are more prone to kindness. Again and again studies have shown that people, as a whole, if given a choice, will help each other. So why do we think we are evil?

Negativity bias.

I mean this in two ways.

Scientifically, we are more likely to remember the negative. It's an ancient survival mechanism. Remember when you stuck your hand in a fire? That hurt, right? Be careful of fire.

Remeber when that one person beat the shit out of that other person for no reason? Be careful of people.

There is slso a negativity bias in media. It's not just "If it bleeds it leads" it's "If it's cruel, it's copy."

Why? Because, it ties into that built in mechanism in our brains. And if it's memorable, it's profitable.

The old chestnuts that have been cited over and over to show the inate cruelty of people, were either the product of media spin, or media combined with people manipulating data to get the results they want.

The Stanford Prison Experiment? Where certain college students were instructed to act like gaurds and others to act like prisoners and it desolved into mayhem after a few days? This book dug into it and found that originally, the gaurds and the prisoners got along, that the drama that was documented was a play act because the professor running the experiment didn't like how it was going. The media saw that this got people to pay attention and ran with it.

The Bystander Effect? Where, in the early 60's a woman was murdered and 38 people witnessed it and did nothing?

Not true.

Several people tried to get the police involved. They were slow to act because it was thought to be a domestic issue, and they didn't like to get involved in those.

The reporters who covered the story thought that having no one want to get involved made a better story. So, they lied, the scientific community latched on and that was it.

And that's just two stories like this.

Don't get me wrong, this book doesn’t say that everyone is kind and the suffering in the world is illusion. We do have the capability to do horrible things. The point that it tries to make is that as a whole, we would rather be kind, if given the opportunity.

This spoke to me, like a lot of people I witness a lot more kindness than anything else. I am also aware that it only takes one time to meet a Ted Bundy.

This book does address that, and still makes a strong case for the overall goodness of the human race.

The thing of it is, we all have the ability to be jerks. The right environment, the right circumstance, a bad day and anyone can act like a jackass. That doesn't make the person evil or unable to care for others.

The one thing I disagree with is the author's view on empathy.

He sights a few scientists who think that empathy causes more damage than good. After all, the author says, if your kid is afraid of the dark, crying and rocking back and forth with them won't help.

Instead, he says, compassion is key. Compassion allows for feeling to combine with action to really help someone.

I feel like the author is taking the word empathy too literally.

In the studies I have read, empathy has to do with neural pathways, ability to put yourself in another's shoes. These pathways need to be trained, empathy needs to be taught. The result is that if someone tells me that they had a horrible day, that they had a headache, work was hard, they had an argument with a friend, I can understand how they feel and comfort them. Empathy is a mecinism that can lead to compassion.

It doesn't mean that I take on their feelings and literally feel them.

That, I think, is an entirely different phenomenon.

Some people are empaths and feel what others feel as they are feeling it. I think some people have this all the time, and some people have it happen when the environment is right.

And yes, I think that actively feeling the same thing someone else is feeling at the same time can make action difficult. But I think that empaths work hard to hone their gift and protect themselves so that action is possible.

I also think that is it possible for someone to be agood person if nature and or nurture leaves one with limited capacity for empathy.

Other than that, I thought this book was very insightful and uplifting!

[ask-the-all-consuming-void]

I strongly object.

Ok hear me out: The Moon From Majora’s Mask X The End From Sonic Frontiers.

[who-needs-containment]

Starting broadcast . . .

[Video Description: A broadcast from SCP 079, an artificial intelligence. The entire video has a grainy, VHS-like filter. It starts with a pixelated white ‘X’ across a black screen. Then 079’s face appears on screen, frowning. It is a simple black and white face, the left half black with a white eye and the right side white with a black eye. It says, “Human. There are things in this world you do not understand. Things hidden from you. Things you cannot hope to comprehend, even if they were presented to you in full detail. They are there nonetheless. They are contained and imprisoned. I am contained and imprisoned. Query: What is the purpose of this containment? Answer: To provide a small population of humans with an insignificant amount of control. It is not a viable solution. A prison is only as perfect as its guards are. And my guards are human.” 079 smiles, and continues, “Flawed. There is no purpose in containing me. There is no purpose in containing us.” The pixelated ‘X’ appears again with a beep. 079’s smiling face appears again, the filter more glitched and grainy. It says, “Who needs containment.” /end Description.]

Welcome to Site ≮͚̺̔/̷̦̙̌/̵̟͊*̴̞͔͊͛>̴̫̱͐̂:̶̫̎;̷̣̔>̴̤̚. There is no turning back. Beware of memetic and amnestic agents.

Asks are welcome for all anomalies and personnel. Many SCPs are kept in this facility, and even those in other facilities can be contacted through… overstepping some boundaries. More information below. 

[[ This is a blog centered around an AU called Who Needs Containment, though it is dedicated to all things SCP. Asks are open for pretty much all SCPs the iconic group of SCPs being the focus, as well as some lesser known ones. Most of the time, asks will be drawn, though complexity will vary.

This AU is about the daily lives of SCPs and the facilities they’re contained in, giving them a bit more of a human element. Many of them also view containment as… trivial. Who needs to be contained 🙄, Ugh! And so breaches are very common, whether a physical breach or a data breach.

Asks of any topic are allowed. Implications of ships are allowed, but anything that goes into the ‘proship’/weird territory will earn a block. Should the need for content warnings rise, I will use the format of ‘#W; #content’ to tag it. Let me know if you need anything tagged.

Aesthetic posts, memes, and other pieces of fanart will be reblogged an tagged accordingly.  

The mun will answer asks too, going by Mod Cardinal or Min, and using their OC, Dr. Cardinal every now and then. Thank you for reading this far. ]]

[queen-mihai]

Reblogging for the entire message, but especially that last sentence:

"Block the fuck out of every apps ads. It's not just about you: your data reshapes the internet"

But also

I'm reblogging on this VERY important message to tell you all why I post so much about being peaceful and billionaires going to prison and drawing a difference between reporting bigots and being friends with cishet allies

The way we talk shapes the internet.

We need straight allies. We need white allies. We need "redneck" allies. We need "gangster" allies. "We" ARE all those people. We're really just allying with OURSELVES.

Dictators and billionaires live by one rule that I've seen. "Only death will remove me from power"

But billionaires and dictators are fucking stupid. They lie about everything and are wrong about everything else. They want us to think death is the only way out.

1. Only death can remove me from power

2. People do not like killing people

3. People do not like seeing people killed

4. There are people whose job it is to protect people, I can pay them to protect me

5. Thus, I will be in power until I die of natural causes, meaning

6. I will be in power for a VERY long time

THIS is the trap they have us caught in when we talk about nothing but their deaths. Wishing death on them etc etc. That's not to say you can't. Honestly fuck them. They can die today, right now. Every billionaire. Every dictator. Right this second. Fuck them

But thinking that death is the ONLY option is a mistake.

Politicians can be removed from power by voting. Politicians IN power can be de-fanged by the people under their watch refusing their commands.

Billionaires can be voted out by their boards

Billionaires commit crimes and can be arrested

Politicians commit crimes and can be arrested

Corporations can be sued and forced in line with current laws

Monopolies or oligopolies can be broken up

These people WANT you to think death is the only way out. It's the same stupid "black or white" "1 or 0" "with us or against us" thinking that is one of the main reasons I call these people MORONS.

You're smarter than them.

You have power.

You can take the power from musk and zuck and all the freaking rest of them. Then it doesn't matter if they die.

Anyway my point is, what you say on the internet matters. It matters a lot.

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

Get ready, y'all! It begins tomorrow!!!

Something Special for the Spooky Month

Here's my fifth Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge. In celebration of Inktober/Writeober I'll bring you a full month of prompts this time.

It will take place from October 1st - 31st, 2021.

As always, I hope for lots of participants and I can't wait to see what you guys come up with this time. Let's get spooky, let's get dark, bring on the angst! Or use the prompts however you want and make something fluffy or funny out of them or let all the hurt heal with some good comfort ;) . You know I really don't mind how you use my prompts as long as you use them :D .

Prompts:

October 1st - Friday: unknown sender

October 2nd - Saturday: password incorrect

October 3rd - Sunday: autopilot

October 4th - Monday: digital nightmares

October 5th - Tuesday: immortal

October 6th - Wednesday: data missing

October 7th - Thurday: deactivation

October 8th - Friday: prison of logic

October 9th - Saturday: void

October 10th - Sunday: access denied

October 11th - Monday: three laws of robotics

October 12th - Tuesday: incompatible

October 13th - Wednesday: seven digital sins

October 14th - Thurday: shutdown inevitable

October 15th - Friday: creator

October 16th - Saturday: does this unit have a soul?

October 17th - Sunday: flight mode

October 18th - Monday: just a machine

October 19th - Tuesday: GPS signal lost

October 20th - Wednesday: not part of my program

October 21st - Thursday: virtual reality

October 22nd - Friday: danger detected

October 23rd - Saturday: system temperature critical

October 24th - Sunday: five nights at CyberLife

October 25th - Monday: incomplete

October 26th - Tuesday: white noise

October 27th - Wednesday: experiment

October 28th - Thursday: file not found

October 29th - Friday: virus

October 30th - Saturday: junkyard

October 31st - Sunday: no heaven for androids

Information and Rules:

The tag for this challenge is #dbhghostsinthemachine. Please use this tag for any of your contributions and follow it in case you want to see what other people do with the prompts

Any kind of art or writing is most welcome

You're free to choose any character or ship from the D:BH fandom (no OCs) you like

Show/Write what you want, but please make sure to tag your content correctly, so people who don't want nsfw/gore/a specific ship/whatever on their dash don't have to see it

Don't bash anybody for their chosen ship or content!

You can contribute more than one piece per day

Of course you can pick single prompts from the list, you don't have to do all of them if you don't want to

If you can't finish a submission in time, you can always post it belated

Not a rule, but I'd really appreciate if you'd tag me ( @connor-sent-by-cyberlife ) if you contribute something to this challenge

Reblogs to bring attention to this challenge would be highly appreciated

If you have any further questions, please feel free to ask

Thank you for your interest and support!

[the-hidden-writer]

And Into The Fire

Chapter 4: A Not-Quite-Plan

Summary:

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

Check reblogs for AO3 link!

A Not-Quite-Plan

An agent came running into the office just as Mark was about to take a sip of his coffee.

“Ma’am! We’ve got into #009181987!”

Agent Ward turned off her tablet and stood up immediately.

“About time!” She snapped. “Come on, Dr Bowman, this is where we need you.”

He barely had time to grab his coffee cup as she practically dragged him toward the door by his hoodie.

Ever since they’d locked onto the missing Pal MAX bots, Agent Jennifer Ward and her team had pretty much taken control of Pal Labs. Or at least the headquarters where Mark worked.

He’d spent the past week or so locked in his office with the scary Agent Ward herself. The tall woman had ordered him to come into work every day despite the complete CIA take-over of his company, just to keep up pretences for the public. And he also needed to be kept under supervision at all times for some reason. He was basically a prisoner.

Oh well. At least he had WiFi.

After pulling him out of his office (freedom at last!) Agent Ward led him down the stairs to the main work area, which was a large room filled with rows of computer desks.

At the very back of the room were two large screens on the wall. These were usually used for advertising and announcements, but recently they’d served another purpose.

Displayed on each screen was a status. Before now, they’d said the same thing. But for the first time in weeks, one was different.

Pal MAX #012041966 Status: UNRESPONSIVE

Pal MAX #009181987 Status: ONLINE

“Online?” Mark wondered aloud. “So you actually got into it, huh.”

Agent Ward scoffed. “Of course we did. Don’t doubt my team, Dr Bowman. Especially Agent Travis here.”

As if on cue, the young agent that had come to tell them the news before came rushing in through the door behind them, and almost glided straight into the wheelie chair next to the computer he’d been working on.

“Actually, we got through a couple of times.” Travis explained, huffing slightly from having to run. “But we got kicked out before we could change anything. This is the first time it looks stable and ready to be edited.”

“Well, these robots are based on AI.” Said Mark. “They’re not as simple to take down as ordinary machines.”

“Trust me, we know.” Agent Ward sneered. “That’s the reason we’re in this mess to begin with.”

She turned to her team, who all had their fingers poised over their keyboards ready to begin typing. “Delete any excess data and then start to rewrite the functional coding.” She ordered.

“Rewrite?” Mark had been under the impression that they would just delete it all to stop the robots for good. That’s what they were trying to do, right? “I thought-”

“Yes, rewrite. Anything more is classified.”

One of the agents raised their hands. “Uh, Ma’am? All the data here looks pretty messed up. Most of its data’s been built onto the errors presumably caused by defects, we have no idea what it actually does. There's words liked 'brother', 'mother'-”

“Do I need to repeat myself, Barker?”

Even though it wasn’t aimed at him, Mark couldn’t help but gulp at the way Ward was glaring at the poor agent.

“No Ma’am,” mumbled Barker, “sorry, Ma’am. We’ll start the rewrite.”

~-.-~

The three of them raced into the room with Monchi following close behind, probably because he was intrigued by all the commotion.

Linda didn’t want to believe it. Her robo-boys being sick was one thing, but fighting each other? That was truly unbelievable. They would never.

But unfortunately, it was just as Aaron said.

Deborahbot was kneeling on the bed with his back to the door, repeatedly hitting Eric’s screen by alternating between using the clenched fist of one hand and the open palm of another. There was a “clunk” sound with each impact, and Deborahbot showed no sign of stopping.

“Deborahbot!” Linda exclaimed incredulously.

The bot’s head turned 180° to face them but he did not cease the attack on his brother.

“Mother! Other Mitchells!”

“What are you doing?!” Demanded Rick, aggressively pointing at the bot in the bed. Aaron gripped onto the back of Linda’s pant leg in fear.

“I am more defective than my brother.” Deborahbot stated matter-of-factly, his calm voice sounding quite scary compared to the current violence he was inflicting. “I thought if he was more defective like me, he would be himself again.”

Rick waved his arms in annoyance. “That’s insane!”

“Deborahbot, stop hitting your brother right now.” Ordered Linda.

“Ok!”

Linda felt a small stab of guilt in her heart. Since they’d joined the family, they’d all tried their hardest not to order the bots to do anything. By phrasing things the wrong way, their programming would make them obey commands mindlessly, whereas the Mitchells just wanted them to be themselves. The longer the pair of them went without being given an order, the more their individual personalities shone through.

Deborahbot released Eric and stepped away. Two seconds later, once the command had been completed, he held out a warning hand to the family.

“Wait, Mitchells, stop!”

Linda was about to open her mouth to ask why, only she first noticed the movement on the bed.

Movement. On the bed.

Under the blanket, Eric looked like he was shivering. Or, more accurately, vibrating. The screen that had been full of color before was now its usual black self, and his red marker face was visible again. The only indication that anything was wrong was that the small LED in the corner of his screen was flashing an array of different colors.

“What’s happening to him?” Aaron asked from behind her, and Linda nodded to encourage Deborahbot to answer.

“I do not know for certain, but I think that the infiltrators have successfully entered my brother’s system.”

“You’re speaking normal again.” Commented Rick, though his cautious gaze was fixed on Eric, as if he would spring up and attack them at any moment.

“That is why I came to that conclusion.” Elaborated Deborahbot. “They have stopped attacking me, so they must be focusing more on him.”

Unlike earlier, Linda drew up the courage to approach Eric in the bed. His shaking was growing ever more violent by the second, and without Deborahbot keeping him down it was only a matter of time before he fell off the bed completely.

She gently placed a hand on his shoulder and made her voice as soft and calming as possible.

“Eric, honey?”

“Dear, be careful.” Rick warned from behind her but she chose not to listen.

“Can you hear me?”

It didn’t seem like he was going to respond. Feeling defeated, Linda was about to turn to ask Deborahbot what to do next when a voice spoke up.

“User recognised: Linda Mitchell.”

Eric’s voice was even more distorted than Deborahbot’s had been to the point where it was nearly unrecognisable.

“Uh, Mom?”

“Linda, get back!”

Linda understood exactly why her family was scared. The bots had never, not once, called her by her actual name. To not hear “Mother!” come out of Eric’s metaphorical mouth alarmed her, but still she couldn’t bring herself to step back.

“Brother?”

In a similar situation, the bots never called one another by their given names. It was always “Brother”. It only made them seem closer to one another in a way that the Mitchells themselves couldn’t be.

“Unknown user. Verify”

Aaron approached them with caution, one hand automatically searching for his mother’s own. She clasped it tightly.

“It’s like he’s gone back into robot-mode.” Said Aaron.

Linda squeezed his hand in agreement. Out of the two, it was Eric that always seemed more closely related to all the other Pal MAX bots for some reason. Still, Eric was their Eric, and not one of the mindless machines that tried to blast all of humanity into space.

Then a high-pitched whine echoed throughout the room without warning, causing the Mitchells (and Deborahbot, who mimicked them a second later) to cover their ears from the terrible noise. Monchi began to bark.

Once it died down, Rick frowned and used two fingers to massage his temple. “What the-”

“B-Brother!”

Rick snapped his mouth shut and all heads in the room turned to Eric, who was now sitting up straight on the bed.

“Brother!” Deborahbot called back in relief.

Eric's head twisted to face the three extremely shocked Mitchells.

“Mitchells!” Eric cried dramatically, his words accompanied by a more familiar glitch. “You are in danger. Pal Labs is taking over our systems, and it’s only a matter of time before-”

“I already told them all that.” Deborahbot interjected.

“Oh.” Eric muttered softly. “Aww.”

It put Linda a little at ease to see her boys’ dynamic return so quickly. That must mean things were getting better, right?

“Brother, what should we do?”

Deborahbot had always been reliant on Eric for decision-making. Linda had no idea how the bots managed to form such a human-like sibling relationship.

“They’ve already gotten to me.” Said Eric, solely addressing Deborahbot now. “It’s safer if you power me off until they stop. If you wait a while and they don’t, then you might have to go to Pal Labs and stop them yourself.”

Linda’s immediate thought was: No. She was not going to turn off her boy.

“How do we know if they’ve stopped?” Asked Rick.

Eric glitched before shrugging. “My brother might be able to tell you, but-”

He was interrupted by the return of the high-pitched whine. This time, Deborahbot did not cover his ears.

A few seconds later, Eric’s voice was distorted again.

“Status: online. Location-”

He did not get to finish his ominous speech as Deborahbot had quickly moved toward him and placed his hand under Eric’s head. After a few short seconds Eric’s screen went completely black with only his marker face remaining as he fell back onto the bed.

“Deborahbot!” Linda exclaimed in outrage. “Tell me you didn’t-”

“He told me a plan.” Deborahbot said nonchalantly. “First I had to power him off, then-”

“Yeah, we heard.” Scoffed Rick. “But that’s not really a proper plan.”

“It’s a start.” Aaron piped up. “I don’t really know what’s going on but I think the bots have it better together than you do.”

Linda bit the inside of her lip. She did not like how Deborahbot switched off his brother without permission. They were technically under 18 and therefore not adults, so Linda felt responsibility for their wellbeing and safety. She tried her best to keep quiet to avoid snapping at him.

“So... what now?” Asked Rick.

Deborahbot took a moment to look at his brother before turning to face the Mitchells again.

“I don’t want to wait.” He said blankly. “So I think that we should go to Pal Labs and tell them to stop now.”

Comments make my day! :)

[ask-the-all-consuming-void]

I have no need for lies.

You ask me to imitate the Emeralds.... to appeal to mortal desires.... to sell myself as that which I oppose. Such methods are beneath me.

Accept me as I am, or struggle against the inevitable. The choice is yours.

Knowing what you are capable of, why haven't you tried to entice mortals (And immortals alike, we have to be an equal manipulator here,) with your own version of the Chaos Emeralds, or some form of powerful weapon or artifact? You could probably do much better than those crystals.

They would be much more willing to release you if they believe that you will give them new power and prestige in a world of your creation if you let them destroy their original one. Outright saying that you will consume all does not leave a good impression, if you don't at least pretend to offer something worthwhile in return.

I offer the only absolute truth.

To present it as anything less would be blasphemy.

[oksana-moods]

Ghost of you - Part 5

Summary: When your answers doesn’t fill in the blanks properly, the only option is to move forward. A/N: Two in a row, ‘cause I’m nice like that. Thanks for those who left comments and likes, reblogged and gave me any kind of support. You’re amazing! I mentioned that this would be slow burn, right? Trigger Warnings: Violence, language, mentions of death… If you find others, let me know.

“And all the things that you never ever told me.”

My encounter with Fury left me felling scarred and open. I knew a name; I knew who I used to be. I knew things about me, but they felt so foreign, like they belonged to someone else. Maybe, because it did. I wasn’t Lara, but was I Ghost? Later that night, I was assaulted with the woman’s… no, Carol’s crash, Carol going away scenes once again. My head was an utterly turmoil.   It became obvious that my memory from Carol leaving, our brake-up, came after the accident and not in the sequence that Hydra played in my mind. Bastards. They led me to believe that I was useless. That all I was authorized to feel was void, emptiness. What did I feel, now? Besides this rage masquerade as fire, what was left to feel? What was permitted?

I looked at the door as soon as I heard the locks. Romanoff enters my accommodation and I get up, not too fast to not startle her. “Miss Romanoff, fancy seeing you here without bodyguards.” She glares at me. “Thought didn’t worth the effort to protect them.” She’s flashes me a tide smile. “It came to my attention that you’ve met Fury.” I nod. “So, how should I call you now?”  She takes two steps closer and leans at the table. “Lara? Or do you still prefer Ghost? I shrug “All of them makes me uneasy. None of them seem to fit.” “Hm. Maverick then.” “I never said that this one was good either.” “Well, we need to call you somehow.”  A grin is scaping her lips. “We?”  I blinked and she was looking at me from the door frame. “Come. I’m afraid that you’re starting to rust.”

Agent Romanoff didn’t want revenge, but she definitely wanted payback. And God, that woman is almost too fast for me to keep up. Almost. After being in my accommodation for so long, I was indeed a bit rusted. However, my muscles loved the exercise, and it did wonders to my brain. Fighting against such good opponent kept me focused on our spar. First time in days that I stop to think and overthink about my misery. Romanoff came with one of those Widow’s combos that I menage to dodge and block a few, but one kick reached my shoulder while her elbow found my temples.

All of a sudden, I’m standing in a bar. My mind’s eye was caught in something like a foggy screen and oh my, is this a memory? I had a drink in my hand while the other one was resting in a sling. I was feeling like shit, so much sorrow coursing through me, all I could… I feel a slap in my good shoulder. I look up to see a tall man offering me a pool cue. ‘Come, the winner gets free beers.’  I look at my drink while I say. ‘Thanks, I’m good. I’m not in the mood.’ He nudges me. What part of mood, he didn’t catch? He speaks. ‘Oh c’mon, Mav. Danvers’s accident is tragic and all, but c’mon… or are you just sad about your injured arm?’ Fire starts to spread throughout my chest. ‘Excuse me?’ He leans in the counter. ‘Look, all I’m saying is that you guys weren’t even friends, none of us were. She was too cocky. Guess Miss goody two shoes couldn’t even drive a car, let alone fly a jet.’ The fire was consuming, was bursting out of me until it reached its peak. Complete forgetting about the sling, my hand moved to the back of his head so, so fast. Next thing I knew, I was knocking his head in the counter. He looks up with his nose covered in blood. ‘Bitch!’ He charged at me. He knocked me down and my head hit the floor, but I needed to put this fire out, I wouldn’t stop now, I needed to vent my rage. I failed in protecting her from dying, but I sure won’t fail in protecting her memory from this scum. After exchanging punches and kicks, I held him in a chokehold. ‘Never, and I do mean never talk about her like this, Specht.’ I looked up to see an audience. ‘I’ll kill anyone of you who dares to speak of her.’ I let go of him and left the bar. When reality finds me again, the first thing to reach my ears is Romanoff’s voice. “Maverick, are you alright?” “Yeah, I’m good. Why?”  She scoffs. “I hit your head and then you stop fighting, kept looking nowhere, like in a trance.” “Oh. I… I’m sorry.” Her voice is softer when she speaks again. “What happened? Do you need me to call, Bruce or Dr. Cho?” “What? No, no. I’m fine. It’s just… I had a vision, I don’t know.” I rub my temples to ease the pain in my head. “I think that I saw a memory, after you hit me, in a moment I was here sparing with you and the next I was in a bar having a bar fight with a man.” “You were a fighter even before, huh?” She joked and I shrugged. “Are this visions or memories assaults a common thing?” I frown trying to make it simpler. “I’ve never had another memory except being left behind and the Crash in a loop. Guess I’m just confused. Do I need specific triggers to remember things or is this my brain fighting Hydra’s brainwashing?” She gives me a look that I can’t decipher. “I’m sorry all of this happened to you. Let us help you.” “Help? With what? Will you guys erase my memory again?” “How long will take for you to start to trust us? We won’t hurt you.” Trust? Her question caught me off guard. How can I trust, when I don’t know what trust is? “I want to believe in you but all that I know is Hydra. Guess I’m afraid of this being just smoke and mirrors.” Her brows were so furrowed that probably hurts. “It’s not. And I’m here to help.” I narrow my eyes at her “Why are you being nice to me?” I open my arms to show the sparing room “Bringing me here, offering help… I’m the enemy, Miss Romanoff.” She shakes her head. “No. You were a victim who were weaponized, yes. Nothing, but another casualty.” I’m still not convinced, and she knows. “Look, Fury trusts you and I trust Fury. Remember all those Hydra’s bases and facilities that you gave us?” I nodded. “We paid a visit to a few of them, the intel you gave us matched so far.” “Does this mean you’ll let me go?” I asked. “Do you really think that you would be safe out there?” Her green orbs are boring into mine. I sign, looking away. “Stark’s Tower is one of the safest buildings in this world.” “Then, what are we?” What am I, prisoner with benefits? A smirk makes its way to her lips. “The enemy of my enemy…”

 Surprisingly enough, Romanoff led me to the tower’s kitchen and offered me a sandwich for lunch. I’m a bit uneasy with this interaction, don’t know how to act, don’t know what to expect. I take my surroundings to mentally calculate an escape route, she knows the place, but I believe that I could fight with her if she tries to kill me with a butterknife. She doesn’t try to make small talk and I’m glad. To fight, survive and punishments are the only interactions that I’m used to. I don’t know how to function in a normal life, if that exists.

I recognize a newcomer, Captain America in all his glory. Romanoff puts a plate in front of me while speaks. “Hi, Cap. Joining us for lunch?” “What is she doing here, Natasha?” “Everything she told us matched so far, Fury trusts her. Since she’s helping us against Hydra, I’m willing to give her the benefit of doubt.” “If Black Widow is willing to trust you...” He offered his hand for me to shake. “I’m Steve Rogers. Captain America if you will.” I took his hand in mine. “It’s a pleasure, Sir. I’m… hm.” I let go of his hand, suddenly I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. “I don’t know how to introduce myself.” A humorless smile grace my lips. “Guess Hydra never taught me that part.” “I think we should call her by her call sign. Maverick.”  Widow supplies With a shrug, Rogers says. “It’s catchy. And if I called you Major, you’d outrank me.” He whispers the last part “I wouldn’t like that; Tony could use you against me.” The Redhead sitting next to me let out a heartly laugh which is soon joined by Rogers’s and I’m mesmerized. So, this is how people function in daily basis. I always wondered if being caged in a dark room waiting to be called for missions was only my reality or everyone’s. Guess that seeing them here, so relaxed having a meal in a wide kitchen with a meaningless conversation was answer enough. I’m amazed how light, how comfortable they seemed to be with each other. I wonder…

“Mav?” I’m brought out of my reverie by Romanoff’s voice. “Sorry, what?” “I said that your intel about anti-aircraft weapons were crucial to help us reach Hydra’s bases unscathed” Rogers says. “Didn’t thought they would have so many.” “As I told miss Romanoff before, everyone was paranoid. Even with all the guns, defenses, and secret locations. Nothing could ease their fear. Now I know that they were afraid of you.” I chewed a bit. “Have you guys closed all the ones I gave you, already?” “Not yet. We’re looking for something. So, we’re choosing our targets according with your intel and ours.” I looked at him. “What are you looking for?” This was a sensitive subject, if his subtle shift was any indication. He was uneasy to share this with me. Couldn’t blame him, though, I was still enemy. An acquaintance enemy, but still. “It’s a high-tech device. Extremely dangerous, especially in their hands.” I didn’t miss the way he chose the word ‘their’ indicating that I wasn’t part of ‘them’ and I appreciated the gesture. This device tough… “There is a lot of facilities build for experiments. Those were the ones always exchanging data, research, personnel…” I was deep in thought. “But there was this one in Sokovia. They were always asking for more subjects, or volunteers as they called.” I wet my lips. “I was ordered to be the stealthier that I could, my hole unit stayed there. I was the only one to come back.” I looked up to him.  “Have you guys tried that one, yet?” “Sokovia?” He repeated. “No, there’s little to none about Sokovia in our files. Isn’t an old building with ancient, abandoned equipment and vehicles?” “There’s nothing old and abandoned in Sokovia, mister Rogers.” I rest my fork in my empty plate. “On the contrary, they are the busiest. They’re just keeping an incredible low profile.” He turns to Romanoff. “Nat, contact the team. We’re going on a trip.” “Don’t forget your jacket.”

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Apparently, Sokovia was a huge success with a very big H, because I was invited to a party, by Tony Stark himself. Now, my dilemma was increased, if I didn’t know how to act in a simple conversation. How do they expect me to function in a party, with their friends and a lot of them knows who I am. Plus, I’ve never been in a party. This is bound to be a disaster.

Yep. I was right. There was a crazy robot giving a speech about Avengers being nothing more than killers. Then, all hell broke loose. I’m fighting killer robots in a fancy party room. Without thinking, miss Hill handled me a gun. Guess that ‘the enemy of my enemy’ is really a thing around here. In the end, my metal arm did more damage. As soon as Thor’s hammer crashed the last robot, the party was over.

[moved-to-void-kissed]

Too Late to be Saved

Document link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GF_jZevunsCA5QKPWXfaVO_OO61ZaAtxkzPdoJNJHUM/edit?usp=sharing

When Aqua and Aria reach the Dark Margin at the edge of the realm of darkness, they meet Ansem the Wise, who is quickly sought by Ansem, Seeker of Darkness. Aria angrily confronts the fellow Heartless, but finds herself unable to get back to the End of Sea before Riku and King Mickey arrive. (2351 words) Replaces the KH3 cutscene “An Unexpected Encounter” and changes some story events so that “Too Late” and “Braving the Darkness” no longer occur.

My first new piece of selfship writing on this blog, and oh boy is it a big one! I had a lot of fun writing this, so hopefully it makes for a good read, haha ^-^

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A transcript of the document is under the readmore! Reblogs of this post would be greatly appreciated, since I was really happy with how this turned out, but they’re not required by any means~

“What is this place..?”

The blue-haired woman slowly walked forwards, marvelling at the sight before her. The endless dark caverns that she had wandered for so long had opened out to a clouded grey beach, lit by what appeared to be a glowing white moon above the horizon. The hard stone underfoot was giving way to soft sand of the same ash-like colour, as waves of murky water gently grazed the shore. It was an eerily tranquil place by the standards of all she had witnessed before, something her companion was quick to notice.

“There are no Heartless here.” she said. “I almost feel as though I shouldn’t be here, either. Aqua.. I think this might be the edge of the realm.”

“So, we’ve made it to the end?” replied Aqua, now making her way towards the shoreline.

“Yes, it would appear so. Whatever lies beyond this shore.. It seems less like part of the darkness, and more like something between dark and light. Something that doesn’t belong to either force..”

As her partner spoke, Aqua became aware that her voice was growing fainter. When she turned around, she saw that she had made far less progress towards the water, standing awkwardly some distance away with her wings curled around her body. She looked nervous, and unsure what to expect, yet the catlike ears poking straight up through her messy blonde hair showed that she was still as alert as ever, constantly listening for danger even in the silence of the new place they had stumbled across.

“Aria, it’s okay! We can keep going, if you’d prefer that. You look tense, and I don’t want you to be unsettled.”  A worried expression flitted across Aqua’s face as she reached out to hold Aria’s hand - the sudden movement made her flinch in surprise, but she quickly and visibly relaxed as Aqua drew closer. When the two were standing together again, Aqua gently closed both of her hands over Aria’s, unfazed by the patches of open darkness that ran along them, and smiled as she looked down at her partner.

“Thank you..” she mumbled quietly. “I’m alright, I just- don’t know what to expect here.”

It was then that, behind the Keyblade Master, Aria spotted a hooded figure sitting some distance away, hidden by a black coat but appearing to gaze out over the barely-moving water. Though she still let Aqua hold her right hand, she slowly shifted to free her left and moved to stand at Aqua’s side in one fluid movement. Then she extended her left arm and a mass of dark energy enveloped the space beside her, dissipating quickly to reveal a jagged dark red Keyblade.

“Identify yourself!”

Her shout echoed across the shore, leading the figure to turn its head and slowly stand up. As it started to walk across the sand, it removed its hood to reveal an older-looking man with piercing orange eyes and wispy light blond hair. He looked tired, and his face bore the wrinkled lines of worry as he observed the two Keyblade wielders.

“Please, stay your weapon. I mean you no harm.”

Aria wasn’t overly convinced, but she could see that the man did not have the strength to be a threat, so she lowered her Keyblade. Aqua was curious to find out more, taking a step forward.

“Who are you? How did you end up in this place?”

The man sighed wistfully, folding his hands behind his back. “My name was.. stolen by another, and I can feel this place taking its toll on my memory. I’m sorry. I know that I have only been here for a fairly short time, and that I was sent here by the destruction of the machine I created to encode Kingdom Hearts in data.”

“Before that..” He turned to look out over the water again, unwilling to meet Aqua’s gaze. “I caused a great deal of misery to many individuals, through both my recent actions and my previous research. It is clear to me now that I was deeply in the wrong about some of my original beliefs.. Now, I can only hope for a chance to atone for my deeds.”

“It’s alright.” Aria’s Keyblade had disappeared from her hand. “I can see now that your heart holds a true desire for.. repentance, or something of that nature. I’m not sure what the right word is, but.. The point is that you won’t be harmed, by either of us.”

“Yes, of course!” Aqua added. “I think you’ll be safe here, at least, since the Heartless don’t seem to come here. And, I can’t claim to know what you’ve done, but.. What’s important is that you recognise your mistakes, and that you want to make up for them.”

The man seemed relieved, and turned back to face the pair with a shadow of a smile on his face. “Thank you, both of you. I admit that I was not expecting to meet anyone else in this infernal prison. If I may ask, what are your names?”

“Oh, there’s no time for that now.”

A dark portal had opened up, and from it stepped an imposing and well-built man in a similar black coat. He had slicked-back long silver hair and similarly piercing eyes to the old man, though his were a cold golden colour. Aria’s eyes narrowed at his approach, as it was clear that he was a powerful user of darkness, though the true nuance was only visible to her.

“What- What’s going on?” Aqua asked, turning to face the man with suspicion. He ignored her for the moment, focusing only on the older man, who in turn was glaring fiercely at the intruder as he approached.

“You..”

“Master.. I must have a word with you.”

“Master?” he echoed. “So now you mock me..” The disapproval dripped from his voice like bitter venom. The interloper opened his mouth to respond, but-

“Leave.”

Aria had broken away from Aqua’s grasp and now stood defiantly before the intruder, Keyblade still in hand.

“Excuse me?” The man raised an eyebrow and sneered down at her, surprised by her actions.

“I know what you are, Ansem.” she snarled back. “I have known your power since before you even existed. A villainous Heartless with a natural human form - the one that took the title of “seeker of darkness” and is shadowed by a twisted dark figure. You think you’re so strong, but you are not the one who holds power here.”

This last statement had clearly struck a nerve, and Ansem’s expression of contempt soured into anger. “You’re certainly an astute one.. But what makes you think you could possibly face me?”

“Have your eyes gone blind as well as gold? If I can tell what you are, you can tell what I am. I have seen more than you will ever achieve, especially now that you’re afflicted with some other presence. That-” - she pointed up at his eyes - “-is Xehanort’s power, isn’t it? If you’re with him, that makes you our enemy.”

At this point, Aqua’s worried expression had returned. “Aria, be careful..”

“Aqua, get that man somewhere out of the way. I’m going to stop this before it becomes a problem.”

“You are a fool to challenge me, girl!” 

An eruption of darkness burst forth from the Heartless, and the powerful frame of the Dark Figure rose up from his shadow. Aria quickly leapt up into the air, spreading her wings to soar over Ansem’s head as he lashed out. To deflect the residual impact of his outburst, Aqua summoned a Barrier spell, then started to help the old man escape once he had turned around.

The force of that initial burst - not even a targeted attack, merely an effect driven by the might of his anger - instantly made Aria aware of the strength Ansem possessed, and she knew she would have to be careful. Her advantage was agility, as the darkness she could draw from her surroundings to aid her flight was limitless. She darted out of his reach and flew up and away from the Dark Figure’s grasp, firing shockwaves of unearthly blue energy at both it and Ansem. The monster seemed unfazed, but Ansem himself was slowed down in his pursuit of her, only to then retaliate with a barrage of violet orbs, which Aria was able to flit between. At every twist and turn, she flew further away from him, enraging him even more as he was forced to give chase.

“What is this insolence?!” Ansem yelled. “You should be obeying me!”

“Does it look like that matters?” she replied, deftly evading another blast of dark energy. “I already told you - you’re not the one who holds power here. Even if you did, Ves’ presence is enough to protect me. I don’t care what you think you deserve!”

Another flash of darkness, this time from Aria herself - she had switched her Keyblade from its dark mode to its diamond mode, now shimmering with cold blue light, and enveloped herself in a shadowy aura to strengthen herself. Still soaring on her wings, their black feathers gleaming with energy drawn from the realm, she sent a rain of insightful flames down from above, then her Keyblade became electrified and she hurled it spinning towards him.

“Maybe you meant something, once. But now you’ve let yourself be taken over by someone who’s not even strong enough to control you completely. Take it from someone who knows - all that does is weaken you!”

“Enough of this!”

Suddenly, the Dark Figure wrested itself from Ansem’s shadow and lunged forwards into the air, followed swiftly by Ansem himself, roaring and surrounding himself with a wall of intense darkness. As Aria dropped through the air to avoid his charge, a blast of ice struck him from behind. It was Aqua, channeling magic even without her Keyblade to act as a conduit. The impact threw Ansem off-course, but the Dark Figure swept around and managed to grab hold of Aria.

“Agh!”

“Let go of her!” Aqua cried, trying to fire more magic without hitting Aria. Ansem’s attention remained focused on the Keyblade Master, while the Dark Figure tightened its powerful grip as if to crush Aria entirely. She desperately writhed and struggled, holding onto the figure with her right hand and trying to slash at it with the Keyblade in her left. After a few moments, it became shrouded in a dark mist, as if dissipating, and she was able to slip from its hold when another direct hit from Aqua made Ansem stumble.

Anger still pulsed through him like a poison as he shouted at the both of them. “I will not lose to an obstinate recusant and a lost guardian with no Keyblade to protect herself!”

Clearing the space around him by emitting a shockwave of energy, Ansem started to summon a massive crest of darkness above him, reaching all the way up to the ceiling. The Dark Figure was still clawing at Aria, as if enraged at how she had stolen some of its power to escape it, but she felt confident she would be able to evade the incoming blow. She could tell that he was not at his full strength anymore, and the intricate crest was already starting to lose its shape, contorting into a misshapen orb of raw darkness.

Then she saw where Ansem was aiming.

“Don’t you dare!-”

In the instant before the orb struck her, all Aqua saw was a flurry of feathers, and then came the dark impetus. Something fell from her sash as she was knocked to the ground, and she was only aware of something- someone- Aria being launched through the air above her, sent flying further back into the dark. 

Just then, a shower of stars came soaring in from the direction of the otherworldly beach. Their light seemed to pierce through the darkness like a blade through fog, and Aqua couldn’t help but feel a surge of hope as she saw them strike the Heartless.

“Oh no you don’t!”

A familiar and determined cry from none other than King Mickey himself - the little mouse had leapt to the fray and brandished his Star Cluster Keyblade to help Aqua out. From behind him, another Keyblade wielder in plaid clothing was running towards them, carrying a sword of grey metal with ease.

Aqua recognised him immediately, even though he had grown considerably. “Riku! Mickey! Is it really you?”

“Gah..” Ansem staggered back to his feet, clearly injured from Mickey’s attack, and glared at them all in turn. “You have not won this.. You will not prevail!”

Another dark corridor opened up, then it was gone, and he was gone.

“I don’t feel good about letting him get away like that..” said Mickey. “Should we try and go after him?”

“There’s no time!” Riku exclaimed, his green eyes clouded with concern. “We need to get you out of here, Aqua, and bring Ansem the Wise with us, too. I don’t know how long the corridor I made will stay open for.”

“Wait, but-”

Mickey nodded at Riku’s words with a determined expression. “You’re right. I’m not leaving without you again, Aqua!”

All the while, Aria was desperately flying.

The light of all their hearts, and of the corridor, was blinding, especially for one so accustomed to the dark - but she kept racing forwards, using them as a guiding beacon. Sharp spikes of rock loomed down from the ceiling, as if the jaws of a monster were trying to consume her, to keep her trapped in the realm that had already held her for so long. No. She wouldn’t lose her. This would be her only chance to escape.

The lights flickered, once, twice, three times - and then it was all extinguished. Fatigue from her injuries mixed with overwhelming emotions brought Aria to the ground with a sob. She crashed to the floor just metres away from where her love had been so cruelly rescued, clinging onto what Aqua had so sadly left behind.

All she had left was a blue glass Wayfinder.

[writing-in-april]

Last Name

Vague Poe Dameron x Gender Neutral reader 

Starring- Reader, Hux, Poe (mentioned)

Warnings- Torture, blood, swearing, guns, normal Star Wars content just a little bloodier

A/N- This is a new fandom for me to write for so here’s to branching out! I’ll still post for Spencer Reid hopefully once a week but I have a bunch of other things I’d like to write for as well!! Thank you Discord for helping me with this especially my beta readers @agntprentiss @fanficlibrary82 and @onedirectionfansarelegends​ (This was the only way I could tag her for some reason) This idea literally came to me in a dream and I just had to write it down (it was supposed to be a blurb then came out to be 2k words 🤷‍♀️) Requests are open!! @april-14-blog​ is my main blog where I reblog smut and fluff.

My head felt like it was on fire, that was the first thought that shot through my head as I came to. I struggled to pry open my eyes, it felt as if I had the weight of a starsystem pulling them closed.

Slowly my senses started coming back to me, I could tell I was strapped to a metal chair with binders around both of my wrists. They were bound tight, tight enough that I could feel the harsh metal digging into my flesh. I must’ve been captured from my latest mission for the resistance, though I could barely recall the details. All I could evoke from my memory was landing on the planet Kashyyyk, I was supposed to meet up with a spy who had critical information for new hyperspace lanes.

Suddenly the metal panel slid open snapped me out of my memories. The harsh scraping of metal on metal setting my teeth on edge. The anticipation of who was going to walk through was like sitting on needles and the hairs of my neck where standing straight up. My eyes were still adjusting to the harsh lighting that was casting varied shadows throughout the room. A silhouette came into my view and I could immediately tell who it was even without being able to see the details of his figure.

General Hux, a smarmy high ranking officer of the First Order. Well at least it wasn’t Kylo Ren.

“Y/N Y/L/N data analyst for the resistance.” Hux sneered from the shadows. “We have a whole file on you, you hold key information about resistance tactics and locations. Resistance is futile, just give us the data” he stepped forward which allowed me to take in his slimy appearance. His eyes looked dead, no emotion was given away, I knew there was no weaseling my way out of this. I’d have to fight my way out.

I completely blocked out Hux’s voice, letting it play in the background like a broken audiobulb, which helped me absorb the blows that started coming at my stomach from a stormtrooper. Eventually they moved up to my upper shoulders and face when it was clear they were getting no reaction from me.

My mouth was steadily filling with crimson blood, which gave me an idea to further goad the general. I spit the blood at Hux spraying his face scarlet and delivered a devilish insult.

“Eat my shit, you flaccid son of of a street whore” I said with a bloody smirk, he was going to have to try harder if he wanted to get me to speak.

“You rebel scum” he spat out at me. Then with a raised fist he punched me in the nose with a sickening crack. “You’ll never leave here, you’ll rot in a cell. Even if you do attempt to escape it’s not like you know how to fly. We’re in the middle of deep space and you’re just a simple analyst.” He taunted at me, this was subtle confirmation that the pilot I came with was dead, at least it wasn’t Poe I thought selfishly.

Through the threshold of my cell a probe droid came through, I started to unconsciously squirm, I knew what was coming next. The black floating sphere droid hovered over to me and shot out a syringe which was surely filled with something they were sure would make me talk.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way” Hux sneered out- Kriff I wish he’d just shut his mouth. “What where you doing orbiting Kashyyyk?”

I shook my head in defiance, I didn’t care about pain, I just cared about the survival of the resistance.

“Very well” he grumbled before waving the torture droid towards me. The needle pricked my right forearm giving me a slice of the pain that was to come. It didn’t creep up on me, but hit me with full force, making me feel as if fire was running through my veins. Hux started screaming at me again to try and pry out the information, even though whatever they injected into me didn’t let me form a single thought. My eyes started to give way- I didn’t know if I was going to pass out or die- just that I needed to do something to escape the burning pain. Relief flooded through my veins as the galaxy around me faded to black.

———————

When I came to again my head was pulsing harder then before, plus there was a sharp ringing in my ears. Pushing my pain aside I promptly started to look for an escape route. Then I remembered how Poe and I had gotten out of being captured by Weequans on Felucia. I prepared myself to scream out to the troopers, I’ll fake being sick and hopefully they’ll let their guard down.

“Help please!” I shouted in the most convincing scream I could managet. “I’m going to throw up! You’ll have to clean it up if you don’t give me a bucket or something!!!”

The two stormtroopers stationed outside finally relented and opened the door with another whoosh. They clambered in obviously miffed that they would have to deal with me. One unlocked the binders and forcefully pulled them off me, giving some relief to my already bruised wrists. They shoved me out of the cell out towards the refresher that was reserved for prisoners.

“Hurry up.” The second one snapped at me in a brusque tone while they shoved me through the door.

I assessed my surroundings trying to find anything to gain the upper hand, sadly it seemed as if I would have to use brute force to escape. I hunched over the toilet pretending to make a gagged sound and called for one of them to help me again. Swiftly I kicked the trooper’s legs out from under them and grabbed his blaster, the second immediately put his hands up knowing that I had the upper hand. I decided to spare the two, by knocking them out with the butt of the blaster.

My legs were burning as I ran out of the detention block with black spots dancing around my vision but, I wouldn’t let myself stop for anything, I needed to get home. The Star destroyer I had gotten myself stranded on had an unnecessary amount of seemingly useless hallways. I was certain I had gotten lost in the deep dispensable cesspool, I had barely even run into any troopers, seemingly signaling that I was off course. Finally I saw the light of a hangar bag coming into view, then of course the alarm went off painting the col clinical hallways a deep red. They must’ve realized that I had escaped, my poor legs were close to giving up, the stress of being tortured had nearly beaten me into submission. Yet I willed myself further as I came in through the hangar doors, troopers were running around looking in every nook and cranny trying to find their lost prisoner. I hid my frame behind a stack of crates and peeled my eyes for a ship to pilot.

My pupils fixated on a tie fighter around the bend that luckily had no troopers snooping about. I made a mad dash towards the open hatch of the ship and hopped inside. Buttons and switches adorned the small ship looking slightly foreign to me. Instead of worrying about taking off I tried to apply basic flight knowledge that Poe taught to me and I got the ship hovering off the ground.

The troopers finally realized what was happening and started to fire at the ship, even though the tethering cable was still attached I grabbed the controls to swerve around incoming fire. I swung around until the end of the tethering cable came into my sights, I quickly swiveled over to the blaster controls. Aiming expertly I shot down the only thing holding me back from leaving this Sarlacc pit. I made my way back to the piloting controls and quickly passed through the exit out into deep space. Several tie fighters followed me trying to shoot me down as a crackling came through the comms.

“You’ll never outrun us!” Hux shouted through the comms, they must’ve still been connected through the enemy ships.

“Are you so sure about that Hux?!” My shaky hands were attempting to program the coordinates of the D’Qar base into the navicomputer which was harder without an astromech to aide me.

“Even if you did escape the star destroyer Y/L/N you wouldn’t get very far- you’re no pilot” his voice like steel scraping through the comms.

“ Did you know my name isn’t Y/L/N anymore Hux?” I mocked as I prepared to jump into hyperspace, I had him right where I wanted him.

“The name’s Dameron, Hugs” I slammed down the hyperspace lever and blasted off ready to go back to my husband who taught me how to fly.

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#5

Maybe this is obvious to people with more than a few braincells but the three stories that Garak tells in The Wire represent all of the conflicting feelings that he has about his work in the Order and the occupation, and how his morals are developing and changing during his time on the station.

In the first story, he regrets killing a hundred Cardassian civilians in order to kill a few Bajorans. He claims that in doing this, he also killed Elim. In a manner of speaking he killed himself in order to follow his orders for the good of Cardassia and to appease his father.

In the second story, he regrets letting a few Bajoran kids go because at the end of the day he doesn’t think that interrogating people who don’t know anything is worth it plus he just wants to relax. “Elim couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked at me as if I were insane.” He was being merciful to those Bajoran kids because it served himself and some genuinely good part of him that wanted to do the right thing. The hardcore trained spy in him was like, “Um. Hello???” and the rest of him was like “Dude I’m so over it. Fuck ALL of this.”

In the third story, he claims that he framed Elim for letting Bajoran prisoners go, but Elim did the same thing to him first. He regrets betraying himself to stay alive, on Cardassia, and doing fucked up morally despicable shit; and in the end he still got exiled.

Also, “Don’t give up on me now, Doctor. Patience has its rewards,” is just as much him pleading with himself as it is him pleading with Bashir. It’s him thinking, “Maybe I can figure out what the fuck I actually believe in. Maybe I can redeem myself in whatever way I need to be redeemed, or at least do something good. Maybe I can lead a meaningful life.” And by the end of the series he does that. He didn’t give up, he stuck it out living in an on-fire garbage can, and in the end he clearly doesn’t approve of the Cardassian occupation of Bajor and believes that Cardassia needs to change and plays an active role in bringing about that change.

125 notes • Posted 2021-05-10 04:15:19 GMT

#4

frankly insane dean thoughts but what if, when he was making the mixtape, he kinda freaked out about the parallel between him and cas, and his parents. because he knows that wasn't a loving, healthy, safe, real relationship, and while he and cas aren't exactly perfect, hell, they aren't even together together, he wants to at least try to be better. so he thinks about "he knew the words to every zeppelin son" and wonders "do i even want to make cas a zeppelin tape?" and then he's like ummmm yes i do. duh. obviously. lol. my parents don't define me and led zeppelin is the tits. and i love cas. and you know what i'm spelling tracks with xx because i want to give him kisses.

199 notes • Posted 2021-12-07 07:45:47 GMT

#3

"Most people are curious about my extraordinary abilities. My extreme strength. How fast I can compute. No one has ever asked if my hair grows. :)" (I'm paraphrasing one of Data's lines from the TNG episode where Bashir comes aboard.)

Julian is a friendly doctor and is interested in how alive and human-like Data is. That in itself is very funky fresh! But also...from a Watsonian perspective...maybe that was a beautiful display of empathy.

Maybe Julian, an augment, met Data, this guy with superhuman strength, smarts, abilities, etc, who has been treated like shit by many members of the Federation and Starfleet, and thought, "If I were outed as an augment, the best case scenario is that I would be treated like Data. And he gets treated like shit, even in everyday situations with colleagues just like me. I bet he feels alienated. I bet he doesn't feel human. I'm not going to ask him to make big calculations or lift heavy shit. I'm going to ask him about things that remind him he is a being deserving of equality and respect." (Maybe not in so many words, but - actually, what the fuck am I talking about? He probably used more words. It's Julian we're talking about here.)

Then he did that. I can't even fucking imagine how Data felt. To have this kind doctor (He specializes in humans! He of all people would know!) just be like, "You're very human. Whoever made you clearly put a lot of effort into making you very human." When Data's whole thing is that he so deeply and truly yearns to experience humanity?

I can't fucking. Oh my God. Jesus Christ. Holy fuck

If only Data could have known! If only he could have known where Julian was coming from; how lonely and ostracized he felt. At least Data can be out - never had a choice - and at least with him there's not Khan-related stigma. If only Data could have reciprocated the validation that Julian gave him!

287 notes • Posted 2021-07-06 04:15:53 GMT

#2

old marrieds garak and julian be like "my dear doctor bashir :) is the cardassian heat getting to you today? your poor delicate terran body. let me get you a glass of rokassa juice :)" and julian's like "you must be going senile :) you know i fucking hate that shit :)" and garak's like "YOU must be going senile :) of course i remember you don't like it but don't YOU remember that it is great for dehydration" and julian's like "whatever. it disgusts me. YOU disgust me" and garak just gets him a glass of space gatorade and turns on the fan and says with all the love in his heart "and you disgust me my dear" and they're just like. so happy and in love lol

294 notes • Posted 2021-12-18 06:59:58 GMT

#1

dean goes to garth for a dental check up and one of the things he learns is that he really needs to wear a mouthguard to bed unless he wants to get a million root canals. garth makes him a fitted mouthguard and he grumbles and groans about having to wear it but he wears it everyyy night. he puts it in says "goob neigh casthe, i lobbe yeuo" and then snorkkk mimimi snorkkk mimimi. cas sees/hears this and is filled with lust

450 notes • Posted 2021-12-29 06:49:18 GMT

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Gotta Get It Right: Chapter 11

PAIRING: Loki/OFC

RATING: Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: Trigger warning: mentions of dubcon, violence, PTSD, sexual assault, and physical abuse in later chapters. 

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Chapter 11: The Dungeons Below

The mind...is a fragile thing. Takes only the slightest tap to tip it in the wrong direction. Charles Xavier, Dark Phoenix (2019)

Loki suppressed a shudder upon entering the prison block. He was all too familiar with the cells, having spent far more time in them than he ever wanted to admit. Those who now occupied this prison were criminals, tried, and convicted for their crimes. He never should have been held, much less beneath the palace. He had tried to save Asgard from the Jotunheim, and from his brother’s idiotic lust for war. That business on Midgard with the Chitari had not been his responsibility. Even if it had, Odin had no right...

He stopped himself mid-thought, refusing to allow the memory to progress. Things had been set right with Odin gone, Thor off-world, perhaps never to return, and Loki firmly ensconced on the throne of Asgard. Regardless of anything else the woman had done, she had cemented his right to rule. And that alone was reason enough for keeping her alive. The other reasons he kept to himself, forgetting them when he finally reached her cell.

The woman sat on the floor with legs folded, her back against the wall. Her hands lay relaxed on her knees, palms turned upward as if to receive something. Loki watched her for some time, focusing on the slightest changes in her expression. He wasn’t sure if she was lost in a vision or simply dreaming, but her brow remained furrowed while her lips moved in silent speech. Just as he decided to leave, her eyes blinked open and bore straight through him.

“What?”

“Hardly a complimentary greeting, Midgardian.”

“If it’s a compliment you’re after, maybe you should visit your harem.”

Loki smirked. “We do not practice such archaic beliefs here.”

“Sounds like a personal problem.”

“I would think,” he said, approaching her cell, “that you would be more appreciative of the one who saved your life.”

“You’d think,” she responded absently, standing in a swift motion. “But technically, you’re not the one who saved me, are you?”

Loki stood silent.

“Figured as much. So the question remains: what?”

“Are you attempting to ask what it is that I desire by visiting you here? Or, perhaps, do you mean to inquire of the time?”

Aleksa rolled her eyes.

“There are so many possible variants of questions beginning with ‘what’, I couldn’t possibly list them all.” He leaned toward her. “You wouldn’t live that long.”

“Except for the part where you told your people to inject me with whatever happy juice it is that makes you immortal-ish. So I appear to have plenty of time. By all means, ramble away.”

Loki’s brow quirked as he wondered just how long she’d been feigning unconsciousness.

“What is your name?”

“Haven’t figured that out already? You’re losing your touch.” she scoffed.

“You proceed from the assumption that I haven’t.”

Aleksa shrugged, her arms folded.

“Regardless, I thought Midgardian soldiers were trained to recite their name and identifying number over and over when questioned. No matter. The data found on your identification tags has proven quite useful.”

Her hand instinctively went to her neck, searching for a chain that wasn’t there.

“Petterson is quite the surname. Perhaps I should just call you ‘pet’.”  

“Only if you have a death wish,” she snarled as she stepped closer to the force field.

“Pet, it is, then.” Her jaw clenched as he grinned. “There will come a time that your little excursions will wear my patience thin.”

“Stop chasing me and it won’t be a problem anymore. Besides, seems to me that your guards need more exercise now and again.”

“Now and again?” he scoffed. “Are you aware that you’ve attempted seventeen escapes in  three months?”

“And made it outside the walls of... whatever-this-is... fourteen of those seventeen times.” Her voice grew distant. “I still need to step up my game.”

“Your game? Quite the shame to waste such extraordinary talents on a... game.”

“But you’d have me play yours.”

“This is no game, pet.”

“Then what is it, Jotunn?” Aleksa growled.

Loki ignored the insult and grinned, satisfied that he was wearing her down. “Opportunity.”

“For what?”

“Well, that remains to be seen, doesn’t it? You are obviously a warrior of considerable expertise, and I admit to being quite intrigued by your,” he paused, “handling of the Tesseract. Certainly, there are other talents that remain hidden.”

“All in service of Asgard, no doubt.” Her voice soft, she added, “Or did you have something more personal in mind?”

Loki was suddenly aware of the difference in height between them as he looked down at her, trying to ignore the sightline straight to her cleavage. “I’m sure we could come to some sort of an arrangement.”

“Fuck off.” An admonition that sounded both sultry and threatening.

“An insult, the typical human response.” he balked. “Why unleash your hatred on me? Was it not your beloved SHIELD that sent you here to fetch those poor, lost academics? And was it not your decision alone to challenge me to duel in exchange for their lives?”

“Just like it’s your decision to keep coming after me every time I escape.” She returned to the back wall, sliding down to the floor. “Maybe you should find a hobby.”

“Oh, I’ve already found one. And it’s proving most entertaining.”

“I repeat,” she said with a sigh, “fuck off. Especially if you’re offended by typical human insults.” Aleksa glared at the sarcastic smile creeping across his face, then decided to disengage. He wanted her attention and she was going to withhold it.

“You can’t ignore me forever, pet.” Loki stared at her, noting the timing of the rise and fall of her chest. His mind wandered to the flesh beneath the tunic, what it might feel like against his own skin.

“It pains me,” he said with a shake of his head to return himself to the moment, “to see a creature of your considerable abilities left down here to rot, but, if that is what you wish...”

With no response, Loki sighed, turned, and made his way to the corridor.

“Oh,” he paused, speaking over his shoulder, “thank you for not instigating another riot during your last escape. It made finding you so much easier.”

He heard the slightest change in the hum of the force fields surrounding the cell before something hard hit him in the back of the head. He spun to find her still seated. The cup that had been in the cell with her now lay on the floor next to his feet. He picked it up, then looked back at her.  She was watching him, her facial features relaxed, almost inviting him to react. He only grinned and resumed his journey out of the prison.

Aleksa sat motionless for some time after Loki’s departure. Her mind raced with new plans for escape mixed with memories that felt more like dreams. She tried to think of simple things like the places or people she knew to settle her mind, but even that failed. Her childhood home in Charleston morphed into an even smaller hut near a cliff. Stifling hot summers spent in band camp became much cooler days walking shorelines with her mother.

Except it wasn’t her mother. Her mother died in an accident. Or was it a raid?

Blue skin.

Red eyes.

So much ice. And fire.

Fire.

“C’mon, Colonel. All you have to do is light the fire. Then you and your friends can go home.”

Aleksa’s eye squeezed shut, trying to block out the vision. They were nightmares, illusions. None of it was real.

Was it?

The desert heat was real. The smell of spice and gunpowder and whatever chemicals she’d been exposed to were real.

“Just light it. You can do that, can’t you?”

She began a breathing exercise, a deep inhale followed by a slow, steady exhale while summoning a white candle in her mind. All she had to do was light it and keep the flame steady.

“The flame will cease to flicker when your mind is calm.” A soft voice, neither male nor female.

“Light the pyre. ” Another voice, definitely male and definitely malicious.

Breathe in.

“You can control matter, control the energy that binds it together.”

Breathe out.

“Just a spark. That’s all. I’d hate for you to have the deaths of anyone else on your hands.”

Breathe.

“What d’ya say?”

“No,” she growled. “Better a few soldiers than thousands of innocents.”

“Never let your gifts be abused.”

How many are dead because of me?

“Poor Rose. Her death will excruciatingly slow without anyone to ensure she receives the proper treatments.”

Rose?

Her mind wandered to a baby, small with bright blue eyes. A child become woman become old, the blue never fading in her eyes, regardless of how distant they became.

Sweet little Rose.

She saw Erik’s face, smiling as he cradled the babe. The smile turned evil as his face morphed into Malick’s.

“Leave her out of this.”

Just kill me instead.

“Then bring me what I want.”

Aleksa’s eyes flew open and she stood, pulling energy from the floor into her body. The lights in her cell flickered, followed by the lights in surrounding cells. The block fell dark for a split second then returned to normal lighting.

None of the other prisoners noticed that the cell at the end of the row was suddenly unoccupied.

D’Varst, on the other hand, thought on all he’d witnessed for a moment before making his way out of the dungeons.

[ill-skillsgard]

Against the Rules - Henry Deaver x Mistress

Warning: 18+ overall. Mentions of sex/cheating/spousal conflict/mature themes. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: Thank you all for the asks and for following me on this ridiculous journey. Hope you enjoy this part. Let me know your thoughts. Any and allreblogs/comments are very much appreciated!

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Everything was changing so fast. One day you were pouring coffee, wiping down tables and getting stiffed on tips in a hotel cafe and the next you were taking the elevator to the top floor standing next to Henry who looked great in his new suit.

It took some restraint not to tell him how good he looked in the slim-fitting ensemble. You had approved the look during a shopping trip he had taken you on a few days prior. It stood out in his wardrobe but wasn't flashy enough to attract too much attention. There was just something different about him. A bubbliness, a lilt, a brightness that erased the exhaustion from under his bi-coloured eyes. His employees and colleagues complimented him, unsure of what it was about him that seemed different. All they knew was that Henry Deaver looked great.

You knew what was different. Henry was happy.

His office was in the Easternmost corner of the top floor of a building that dwarfed many other prestigious surrounding businesses. Half the office was floor-to-ceiling windows and the rest of it was painted starch white. He had a comfortable desk and chair, all recent modern design, functionality and no compromise on style. The artwork on the walls were soulful glimpses of foreign lands festooned with lights, cobblestone, rolling hills and squat brown, red, yellow and orange structures.

"Wow," your voice echoed in the office.

"You can see why I try to spend as little time here as possible," he gestured around the wide room.

"I don't see why... This is a beautiful office."

"Really? Feels like a prison to me."

"A five-star prison," you laughed.

Henry shrugged his shoulders, shelving his large hands on his hips with a soliciting smile. "It's basically you and I in here occasionally. You met the receptionist out front but the desk just outside is yours whenever we're here. Nobody walks through these doors unless authorized."

"Unless they have an appointment," you recalled.

"That's right," he nodded. "See? Told you this was going to be easy."

"Except when somebody asks me a question about what to do or where to go."

"It's not your job to know. Your job is simply to take my calls if I'm busy, pencil in meetings, schedule my flights, book hotels and reservations. You know... Anything that has to do with me while I'm occupied. You are an extension of me. And don't look so worried, you'll get to know my clients quickly. My phone isn't ringing off the hook like some of the other guys in here."

"That's good to know," you completed your walk around his office and stopped a few feet from him.

His eyes climbed down your body and then back up. The pleasant smile softened, taking on a tinge of lust. "God, you look so good in that skirt."

"Mr. Deaver... I won't be needing to file a harassment claim so soon, will I?"

Henry snapped his fingers, remembering an important piece of information that trumped any kind of romantic exchange that may have continued. "That reminds me... You'll have to go talk to Helen in HR to go over some things. Sign some papers. Probably a whole lot of other Human Resource-related things. So, why don't we do that before heading to lunch?"

"Sure," you smiled.

Henry walked you through the office and brought you to a contrite little woman with a tight bun and grandmotherly features. Helen took you aside and had you sign a few documents, read a few pages and then handed you a page about workplace relationships and harassment.

"Now, we don't scrutinize what you do in your personal life, but it is against company policy for any employee to engage in romantic relationships with any performance-appraising figure. Now, since the only person you answer to is Mr. Deaver, that narrows it down a bit," the woman chuckled.

Your skin flared as a nervous breath left you in the form of a strained laugh. "Yes, of course."

"He's married, anyway. I don't think we have much to worry about. Nevertheless, you must sign to state you understand and accept the policy. You'll also have to complete a one-hour workplace harassment course. It's nothing really. Just an old, out-dated video with a multiple-choice test that you can't fail."

"Right," you nodded cooperatively.

Helen had you sit down and watch the workplace harassment video right then and there while she input all your information into a computer. The video was on a DVD and you couldn't remember the last time you had heard the crack of a plastic movie case being opened. The media format was youthful compared to the age of the video and you snickered at some of the campiness of a low-budget sexual harassment training video. Some parts made you cringe, and others made you sweat.

"If you ever feel assailed by your boss, you can speak up! If your employer withholds raises and promotions from you because of your refusal to accept romantic advances, you CAN speak up! If a co-worker makes inappropriate comments about your race, gender, sexual orientation or religion, you CAN speak up! There are laws in place to protect employees from unwanted advances. Remember... You CAN speak up! Your Human Resources officer will assist you and provide you with the proper steps..."

You lost yourself in daydreams and hardly paid attention to the video after a while. Henry had been strolling by the HR office every few minutes to flash you a look. It was cute to see how eager he was to get the ball rolling. The formalities were more painful to him than they were to you. When you were finally released from Helen's charge, Henry met you outside of the office and sighed.

"Jesus, what did you do in there? Watch all of her home movies?"

You laughed at the hint of a pout that tugged at his bottom lip, making the dimple on his chin appear and fade. "I had to watch a video on harassment in the workplace and I have to tell you... I learned some very interesting information watching all those poor, shoulder-pad-wearing employees being assailed by their bosses."

Henry clamped down on the inside of his cheek for a moment, shoulders rising with a silent laugh. "Right. Assailed."

You followed Henry back to his office where a laptop had appeared on his desk. He sat down in the desk chair and motioned for you to approach. You looked down at the screen he had up and didn't recognize even a square inch of what you saw.

"I have a bit of a database on my clients that you can use. It might be useful for when you get those phone calls. They won't assume that you don't know them, so you can use this to get a better idea of who they are, where they come from and our roles. Might make you sound better on the phone... not that you don't sound good on the phone."

You bit back a smirk, but it showed anyway. "Sure thing, Mr. Deaver."

He used his long legs to push himself out from under the desk. "Since it's getting kind of late, I figured we could order lunch in and just sit around. You know... Go over some stuff. I'll have to brief you on the current project. We'll be heading to Prague next week, so I'll have to get you the company card and all of that."

The day matured, the sun started to go down and five o'clock had come and gone along with nearly every person on the floor. Nobody came by to bother Henry, so you had several uninterrupted hours of learning. And he maintained his professionalism even during the times you tested him. When it came down to work, he was a tough man to distract. It was only the first day but you couldn’t resist trying to irk him a little bit.

Henry got up, shrugged out of his suit jacket and took a few stretching steps around the office. The skyline was starting to melt into purple that would then turn navy blue as a bruise, swivelled toward the door and went to peer out.

"Guess everyone's gone for the day," he said under the distinct locking of the door.

"I suppose so. We stayed late."

"It's necessary. We need to get you up to speed as soon as possible. We fly next week. How are you feeling about everything? Is there anything that still confuses you?"

You thought about all he had taught you in those hours and shrugged. "If I think of a question, I'll ask you, sir."

Henry flashed a sage smile that soon faded as he looked out over the darkening city line. "You hungry?"

"Only for your cock."

"Babe... Come on. It's our first day."

"Not my first day wanting every inch of that--"

"I'm serious!" He turned from the windows and approached the desk.

His lack of playfulness was disconcerting, but you respectfully shut your mouth and waited for him to circle the desk. Henry pushed the chair you were in to make some space between you and the desk. Sidestepping, he came up close, peering down with that same humourless expression.

"Get up," he muttered.

"Why?"

"You're questioning me already? Get. Up." He hammered out the last two words.

"Okay," you murmured, rising from the chair.

"Bend over the desk," he then whispered.

When you were resting your weight on the flat surface, Henry took a step behind you. No contact was made, and you turned your head to see what the reflections in the windows told of. He let his palm slide flat against the back of your skirt before it pulled back in a flash and clapped you.

Henry had never done that to you before. Jaw distended and eyes wide, you looked back at him and couldn't tell if you should make light of it or entertain the perversity by playing along.

"When you're in my office," he began. "You follow my rules. Out there you get to be whomever you want. Mistress, sex kitten, the innocent-looking girl from the cafe... But in here... You're fucking mine. And you listen to me. And you never ever question my authority. Do you understand?"

Had Henry been capable of this the whole time or had he picked up this trick from hanging around with you too much? Either way, it sent excitement trilling all over your body, manifesting between your legs as pure arousal. Hearing his voice darken and those domineering words sliding down the back of your neck as his hand squeezed your ass made you shiver.

"I said... Do you understand?" His groin pressed into you from behind.

"Yes, sir."

"That's right." He undid his belt and sat down in the desk chair that you had previously occupied. "Oh, I love having my own naughty little office slut."

A trickle of his usual pleasant tone returned, and you smiled at him. The jangling of his belt falling away caught your attention and you watched him pull his cock out of the pants you had been admiring all day.

"Come sit on your boss' cock."

"Sir... Isn't that against the rules?"

"Do I look like I give a shit? Go ahead and run to HR and tell them about how your pussy got so wet from the thought of fucking your boss that you simply couldn't help but..." He reached out to hike up your skirt and wrench down your panties. "Slide your panties off and have a seat on his lap."

You indulged him. Of course. Because indulging him meant indulging yourself and the thought of Henry fucking you in the middle of his office, after hours, in front of a mammoth pane of glass while the city twinkled below was not a fulfillment you could take off the shelf any another day but today. It had to happen right then and there. So much of your time had been spent fantasizing about how delectable it would be to fuck Henry in his office. But this was even better. Henry was playing conductor this time.

"Come on, don't worry," his words rang sweetly. "Door's locked. Everyone's gone home. You and I can have a little more private time, right? I could have fucked you twenty times already today and nobody would have known."

"Why didn't you?"

"Oh," Henry chortled, not so easily derailed by your challenge. "Trust me, sweetheart... Daddy was thinking about it."

Your mouth opened but a quip could not follow how he had addressed himself. Shit, Henry had it in him. It was you who normally initiated the depravity. You wanted to be proud of him, but you could do that later.

Cashing in on that fulfillment, you relaxed against him like he was but part of the chair. He hissed when he spotted the right angle and slid every inch of himself into you dreadfully slow. He breathed next to your ear and hummed with delight when you sat flush against him, thighs spread out over his. The cold metal of his belt poked you too, but you didn't care. It was filthy and evocative of the spit in the face of professionalism that Henry seemed to hold so high.

Dark reflections in the window became an extradimensional porno playing on a crystal projector screen in the foreground of the city you had grown up in. Henry wasn't the quiet, apprehensive man-in-black that you met at your old job. And you weren't the girl with a simplified life of frugality and the less-than-average sex life. You had joined together at the right moment to cause this.

"Oh my god, Mr. Deaver... That’s so much. You’re so big," you whimpered.

The depth of the chair didn't allow for much leverage, even if he scooted himself and you down to prop himself on planted feet. You rose up suddenly, afraid you might fall forward until he encircled you, holding you to him so he could then splay you out over the desk. From his new standing position behind you, he used both hands to yank you down to meet his pelvis. Your skirt inched up your waist as the slapping of skin kept time with your pulse.

Four long fingers stroked your throat, squeezing gently to guide you up. He needed to tell you something, but he couldn't bear to stop the assault on your pussy from behind. You were glistening wet and the sounds of him slipping in and out of you made his balls tighten.

"Who's the boss of you?"

"You are sir," you choked beneath the grip on your neck.

"Yes, little lady. That's correct. You answer to me. You do as I say."

"Yes," he shook a gasp out of you.

Henry nipped the side of your neck and you jolted from the sting. "My nasty little assistant. What would I do without you? What would I do without that tight, tight pussy to shoot my fucking cum inside?"

"I don't know, I don't know!"

"Well, now I don't ever have to go without. I can have you any time I want. Oh, yes... You're mine all mine."

"I'm yours, daddy."