#I plan to try and catch a Hypno next

[thegreatcrowdragon]

I’ve finally caught a Mimikyu! Her name is Luci and she refuses to listen to me half the time unless she’s using x-scissor 

[travelingmaster-inspirations]

Escape Rooms

I couldn't believe something like this could even exist, but it did!

An escape room targeting Hypno-Kinksters...

Like the brochure said, the goal wasn't to solve puzzles, but to solve your own mind by allowing the room to place you in a trance so it could implant the code you needed to gain access to the next room.

The catch was that the trance wouldn't implant one code, but 2.

Each code word would allow you access to a different room. In one, you would find yourself facing the same levels of trance as the room you were currently in while the other would give you access to a room in which you are made to drop deeper. Making each code word blend together so you can't be sure which will allow you a safer path.

For anyone that isn't a total trance addict, the escape rooms remain relatively easy to solve and all you have to do is pay close attention during your trance and you'll know which code will grant ou access to the safest rooms until you reach the exit.

However...

For hypno-subs like me, the challenge grows ever more difficult because usually, we tend to drop faster and deeper than others. So... Right off the bat, we are facing deeper trances while also battling our own desires to see what the deeper trances are like on the 'un-safe' path.

And... if that wasn't enough...

When you sign up, they ask you a very tempting question in which you have to describe a simple trigger or suggestion you are willing to let them implant inside your mind should you end the 'escape' in the wrong door. It can be something simple like freeze trigger, but the sky is the limit so you can write down anything.

Of course, the organizers know that for hypno-addicts like me, the temptation is way to great to simply fail again and again so I can be implanted with such a trigger. So... They also tell you to write down something you are willing to let them implant inside your mind should you escape the room in the 'safe' door.

Naturally, the objective is to write down something you are VERY willing to have implanted in your mind on the safe path while writing down something a little more... Punitive... On the un-safe path.

My own goal when I walked into the first room was to try to avoid the un-safe path even though I knew that deep down, the kinky parts of myself longed to experience the subjugation I described for them. That being said, I didn't plan to fully resist the trances I was about to subject myself to because I couldn't pass up the chance to experience whatever trances were on the un-safe path. So... I planned to try them out in the first few rooms before then fighting my way back on the safe path.

The challenge for me was to know when to resist...

As I focused on the first spiral, I knew it wasn't wise to come into this challenge with that mindset, but the moment I felt myself sink into the slow spinning screen in front of me, I knew that it didn't really matter which door I ended up coming out of, all I cared about was the hypnotic journey that would bring me there...

[infini-tree]

so how/why DOES Cap Come To Be in Lab Comix Inc.

honestly ive been kind of ruminating on it on-and-off. because here’s the thing– it would probably be easier to catch lc!melvin and harold than canon george and harold. it just comes with the territory of melvin using his own inventions to do the pranks, and how his need for external approval now directed towards the student body and how good he can do pranks

(he can get an A in pranks, which is normal to want and possible to achieve)

it also comes with going against lc!george, who’s still a bit more… street/practical knowledge smart?

in the au, the weekend invention convention is probably more akin to a Debate Team style presentation where either krupp or lc!george picks out a kid to go up against george, only to get thorougly trounced.

i’ve played with the idea that harold gets picked on purpose (by annoying them so hard in the auditorium that they’d pick him in retribution), while melvin works behind the scenes to do [Insert Prank Here]. the Prank happens, but they get caught much quicker; they don’t even make it outside

similar to the canon events, they’re probably threatened by the whole Seperate Classes thing come monday. they freak out, etc etc… before melvin comes up with a last ditch, go for broke plan: he’ll make a memory eraser type invention so krupp will forget about the whole thing

(as a side note i’ve also been trying to think of other punishments as i do feel like the pressure is on melvin’s a bit more now because his parents only tolerated his general mischief and by extension harold on account of it not affecting his academics and well. This Is Affecting His Academics to some degree.

maybe the seperation they’re so afraid of is less so from krupp’s punishment as it is from melvin’s parents deciding that harold isn’t a good fit for their child. but again. idk)

this next part is the most nebulous, admittedly, but when monday rolls around they sneak into krupp’s office and lie in wait for him to come back. there’s Some Error with the invention that initially makes it not do the thing while also giving away their position. with some quick thinking, harold throws some Chekov’s Item From The Confiscated Drawer melvin’s way and he mcguyver’s it into something and fires it before krupp can sign the papers

this mystery invention basically replaces the hypno-ring structurally. since its initial purpose was to erase memories, maybe whatever harold supplied him with made it into a memory alteration invention instead

they do a few gags w krupp before they finally settle to make him the lc equivalent of captain underpants

[candiid-caniine]

(Note/CW - trying to use your task needs to set up some capital-C conditioning.) You silly, stupid little mutt~!

I read the ask about you not being able to edge with just nipples/humping, and how you thought you might get desperate enough to edge like that in the future, and...I'll be honest, I was about to come over here and be downright cruel to you~ But then I realized a) you've been having a hard time of it lately in the not-fun way, and b) a dumb pathetic little puppy public taskwhore like you wouldn't really be able to realize how wrong she was anyways~ So instead, I'm gonna take some pity on you and spell it out for that slow little brain of yours.

When your superiors expect something of you, and you're not capable of it yet, that alone doesn't make you a bad pet. But picking up that skill is something you should instead know to actively prioritize, instead of passively plan for. Even the most braindead depraved fucktoys have enough mental function to put together one type of plan - the ability to condition themselves to be better for your superiors. You aren't allowed to just wait for your piercing. You need to start conditioning yourself as soon as possible. It's what's best for you.

For the next week, any time you wanna edge, I want you to make sure you're stimulating your nipples as well. If you're at home and have a couple of bullet vibes, tape them on as you start rubbing. Maybe instead you have some clamps you could settle on them. If not, make sure to take some time to tease and pinch and tug both nipples. What's extra important is that after each and every edge, both nipples should be worked on, hard. Pinch and tug and squeeze, find what feels the best, hump, and make that edge last as long as possible. Tell yourself in your mind that you're edging from your nipples. Speak out a few affirmations in between those desperate pants and whines. "Good mutts are sensitive mutts." "My nipples make me edge." "I love how easily I edge."

After the week is done, I'm not gonna demand you keep doing it. I probably won't have to at that point - you'll probably be enjoying it enough that you keep catching yourself doing it. Besides, I won't really be able to log in at that point to keep up with you then. But I'm still setting an extra goal for you.

When I next log in after that trip, I'm hoping to come to your profile, scroll a little, and find a post of you proudly exclaiming you succeeded at a nipple/hump edge, or even better. You should be aiming for that as a goal, silly pet. I promise it will make it worth your efforts, since something this long and involved has to be hard for a silly little bitch who just wants to be told exactly what to do. I'll cook up something a little more hypnotically inclined, to push that reward deep into the nestled corners of your very identity, so the desperate pathetic little fuckpup will feel so truly how useful and entertaining it's been to everyone.

But I do know what my punishment will be if I don't see that, and especially if I don't see any effort being put into it. I know that by now, you're absolutely enjoying the words I craft~ So I might just have to make this my second (first was anon) and last ask for you if you can't show me enough effort. I won't tell you what enough is, and I won't tell you by when, because that would be too fair for you.

Take care fuckpup. Show us all how good you are at your tricks <3

mmm...no, I'm good!

you sort of had me in the first half, save for the "she." I'm not a she/her and I think I've been pretty clear on that.

but honestly, just a few turn offs that I want to state as limits moving forward:

1. not interested in (future) hypno from someone my owner hasn't approved, or with whom I have no prior relationship/stated boundaries

2. it's really not hot girl shit to, like, essentially...threaten abandonment if I don't meet arbitrary goals that you, a stranger, have set for me without telling me? like, it wouldn't be effective anyway since like. idk who you are. but especially if we had a prior relationship, using the silent treatment as a punishment is Not Cool.

3. I play with you lovely folks on here by my own choice, with my owners approval. I have no intentions to stop, I love what we all have, but I also will remind anyone reading that i...have no responsibility to you. I'm not *your* sub. we didn't sign a contract, discuss limits and rules, or get to know one another, so...if any of you think of long term goals you'd be interested in me attempting...suggest it with that in mind. I'm not yours. I undertake the long term things only after discussing them with my owner and deciding I want to do them. and Certainly Not under threats of "this being your last ask."

so I'll just make it easier lol...this *is* your last ask.

[hermette-historian]

A Comedy of Errors: The B-Team vs. TEA

You know it's funny, sometimes, how history repeats itself. How many of you knew there was in fact a full on Hermitcraft war all the way back in Season 1? Oh, there was chaos before Grian alright. Have an "abbreviated" summary of events, and see for yourselves just how little our favorite characters have changed.

Part I: The Setup

Biffa2001 is a chaos gremlin. He's has already shown earlier in the season just how bold he can be with threats (however empty) and interfering with other people's stuff. Biffa decides that holding everyone's bases hostage for diamond blocks isn't chaotic enough for him, so he goes in and closes down every shop in the bazaar under threat of foreclosure.

Biffa also has a best friend, our beloved Xisuma. X finds out that his shop has been closed and instead of confronting Biffa goes after DMAC, whom he discovered has not only "illegally" reopened his own shop but has been buying up and undercutting Xisuma's own prices on enchanted iron tools for weeks. (In the meantime, DMAC covered Biffa's entire base in iron golems in retribution for closing the emporium).

Biffa and Xisuma decide that too much shady shit has been going down on this server lately, and that they need to be the ones to bring down the hammer and stop it. They form "The Agency" (later TEA for Tea Eaters' Alliance) and their first target is not DMAC, but GenerikB's Hermits Hurtin' Hurdles from way back at the beginning of the season. The gauntlet has been long abandoned at this point, having been bested by both Joe Hills and Hypnotizd, and parts of it have even been torn down to make way for a slime farm. The Agency decides that it's far too dangerous to be left standing, and bricks the whole passage up with wooden fences. A few days later they return while GB is still out with food poisoning following his vacation. Having decided that the Hermit himself is dangerous to the well-being of the server due to his nasty habit of having a literal hit list, they punish him by filling every air block in his entire underground base with the same wooden fences.

GB, obviously, is pissed. He comes back from his illness to find he's been quarantined, spends several hours trying to tear down the fences by hand, and finally with a heavy heart resorts to burning them. He bricks off as many of the offshoot farms as he can, rescues what important materials he can find, and sets fire to the inside of his base-burning out not only the fences, but nearly a year's worth of carefully placed wooden structures and decorative leaves.

Now effectively homeless until he can hire Topmass to build him a new base, GB decides he needs backup if he's going to go up against The Agency. Within a week the other half of the B-Team (Bdubs, of course) and the "Goon Squad" (Skyzm, Pungence, and Juicetra) join the server and descend on The Agency's respective bases like flies, leaving their calling card: Several extremely large cobblestone Bs.

That, obviously, is not enough. While TEA is building their diamond-studded headquarters at a sit e offshore from Xisuma's base, GB puts up a new shop in the bazaar: The Angels with Bent Halos Foundation, where one can become an "involunteer" and donate their items to the poor and needy of the server (himself. He's just stealing Biffa's stuff.) He also decides that Hypnotizd is a suspiciously neutral party, and sends the Goon Squad out to the remote reaches of the server to investigate his massive, technologically advanced base...

Part II: The Escalation

Enter Joe Hills, and the errors with him. Joe realizes his shop has been closed a few months too late, and misreads the "B" on the sign as meaning "B-Team" regarding recent events. In a fit of righteous anger he griefs the AWBH foundation. The next day he realizes his mistake and very quickly shifts the target of his rage, beginning construction on a courthouse in which he plans to put TEA on trial. Meanwhile TEA builds their own shopfront in the second floor of the bazaar, a sort of police station in which neutral parties can leave complaints and report crimes.

Before Joe can realize his mistake and clean up the mess he made, Juicetra arrives at AWBH and assumes that TEA is responsible for destroying it. He rushes upstairs and leaves a very strongly worded message in their dropbox before bricking up their own shop, "a taste of their own medicine".

GB follows up close behind. Unlike Juicetra, he knows who vandalized the shop and leaves a report formally suing Joe for the damages in the form of an involuntary donation-forcing TEA to work on his side. (He also leaves a second report complaining about the noise from the chickens that X hid in the walls of the bazaar, but that has little to do with the situation).

The turnaround time on the complaints is mere hours. TEA arrives on the scene of the crime to help GB clean up the mess and retrieve his missing items from Joe's shop, and promises that justice will be done. In possibly violent ways.

Part III: The Suspense

The Goon Squad senses the impending "shit's about to go down" and retreats to the mountains, building a secret hideaway for neutral parties to use when bits start to explode. Topmass and his build team finish GB's new base in creative mode (we'll talk about the implications of that later). Hypno pokes his head into the rest of the server for about 0.2 seconds and sees that Bdubs has involunteered the decorative emerald blocks at his nether tunnel, but shows little interest in the whole affair. The neutral parties begin to take sides...

Part IV: A Long-Expected Party

Weeks pass, and nothing is heard from either side of the conflict. And then, a spark.

The Agency receives intelligence containing the coordinates of the Goon Squad's base, and deeming them a higher threat than either the B-Team (due to the substantiated squashing of GB's base) or Joe (who hasn't been seen on the server for weeks due to the birth of his child) decide it's time they paid their due. It takes a reasonable level of hunting, but eventually they are able to track down the coordinates and...redecorate a bit. Just to remind the Goons that the Agency is watching.

It takes a few days, but Skyzm discovers the vandalism and on his own swears revenge from the Goon Squad. Word then reaches GB-famous for his fairness and generosity and certainly not killing people-who is righteously angered by the Agency's actions and leaves the Goon Squad a voucher for an involuntary donation to them such that justice might be done.

A few days later, the Goons come back to the hideout and in a familiar move, angrily burn the vandalism out from the inside. They proceed on a tnt-fueled rampage through all of the little marks that TEA left on their home, and in a final act of revenge vandalize the police station as well as the neighboring TEA-owned Tnt shop and chicken farm.

Here's where things take a turn for the IRL. Juicetra enlists the help of his fanbase via Twitter, and asks them one fateful evening if they have the coordinates or approximate location of the TEA headquarters (which, you may recall from several paragraphs ago, is a) full of diamonds and b) severely lacking security). But before the nosy fans that had scouted the location during the world tour could spill the tea, Xisuma catches wind of the possible heist and very quickly moves the diamonds to a safer location. Only he forgot to tell Biffa. Responding to the emergency call of “someone stole our diamonds!!” results in awkward apologies and a trip to view the damage to the police station, and then…to do nothing about it?

Unfortunately, this is pretty much where the story ends. The server was wrapping up at this point, and two weeks after the last installment both members of the B-team left for good. Two of the three members of the goon squad remained active until the very end, but the third was too preoccupied with FTB to focus on any shenanigans. Joe Hills did return from his baby-related hiatus, but the courthouse went unused. And the tension regarding the dictatorial Tea Eater’s Alliance dissolved.

For now.

See you in season 2! /t

[inkdemonapologist]

[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

REMEMBER BACK WHEN WE GOT INVITED TO A MASQUERADE??? And we figured out the masquerade guests are definitely the sacrifice meant to summon their eldritch deity and that the party will probably be the location of the final ritual? ANYWAY WE’RE CRASHING THE PARTY, which means we need costumes.

The party is Alice in Wonderland themed; Sammy hasn’t read the book but got kin-assigned the March Hare by Joey, so naturally i’ve been doing nothing but drawing this loser in a dapper rabbit costume for an entire week

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Anyway have a little smattering of out-of-context quotes from session 11

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Sammy] Sammy just has no magical powers. [Jack] YET. [Sammy] Yet. Correct. ...He doesn't want any. [GM] Half of him doesn't want any. [Sammy] That's... accurate, yeah. Half of him ALSO wants the OTHER half of him to stop having magical powers. [Jack] No Magical Girl transformation? [GM] *laughing* Is that what that is? [Jack] I'd watch a magical anime where the main character drugs themself and then becomes a weird... religious... madman! [Sammy] That does sound compelling! Maybe you should see if you can find a franchise that contains that element, and then become a big fan of it and draw a bunch of fanart for some reason. [Jack] Yeah, I dunno, I mean... it's so tiring getting into new media, I need to get a friend who will drag me into it. [Henry] And then you guys can start a roleplaying game with it and drag me into it! [GM] There's an idea! [Jack] Yeah! Someone should get on that! [GM] And if there was such a theoretical game... people might have to figure... what they're doing when they wake up!

[Sammy] We were put in a situation before where we were told that the only thing we could do was kill the host, but we found a way around it last time, [Peter] What way was that? [Sammy] Complicated.

[GM] Henry is the first to notice the apparent cultist, camping out, looking tired, trying to spot you guys. [Henry] Uh, Henry is just going to tap Sammy on the arm and point him out. [Jack] Bros! You've got to unionise! Look at these working conditions! [GM] Maybe one of these days you won't spot them, right? Hope springs eternal!

[GM] Okay, you can make an intimidate! [Sammy] Okay! *rolls* FIFTEEN IS -- this is the only thing Sammy's good at now -- fifteen is a hard success!

[Jack] I'm proud of him! [Sammy] Someone has to be.

[GM] Allison chats with everyone, and gets you into the costume room! Everyone seems relatively friendly! [Sammy] Except Sammy. Sammy doesn't seem friendly.

[Joey] My idea was, Joey would be Mad Hatter -- [Sammy] Because he needs a hat, [Joey] --Yeah, so he can have a hat -- I was thinking Sammy could be the March Hare, Jack could be White Rabbit, and then Henry could be the Dormouse, [Sammy] Yes! And then the Haiti boys are all the Mad Teaparty, which is great, because the Mad Teaparty is canonically trapped in a time loop. [Sammy] Because we tHOUGHT ABOUT THIS TOO MUCH,

[Jack] Kin-assign Pete! [GM] He's content to wear anything that looks like it fits him, as long as people aren't trying to push a co-ordinated effort. [Joey] (Pete can be Caterpillar,) [Jack] Catter-pete-lar [Sammy] Oh my goodness. Completely unnecessary. [Jack] This is a pun that Jack might make, out loud, to Pete [GM] Pete laughs, despite himself! [Sammy] I feel like, Jack would make this pun, and then Jack would be SO pleased with himself that Pete would laugh, because Jack was so happy about it. [Jack] Yeah that sounds canon. ....It IS canon!!

[Jack] You can like, actually pretend to be people who decided to come to this party to enjoy it, and not just steal and/or murder!

[Henry] I want someone on the help, because I feel like we would have more control if we had someone on the inside, [Henry] And Henry does have a very forgettable face, apparently!!

[Joey] What are the staff wearing? Target red shirt, khaki pants? [Sammy] Perfect! Everyone will fall for it! Based on my experience wearing red shirts into Target!

[GM] I guess this does mean Joey misses an opportunity to dress up Henry. [Joey] *excited gasp* Wait, wait, [GM] What? [Joey] Sorry, this has nothing to do with anything that's happening right now in the roleplay, but I just suddenly realised that (1) when Henry got married, was Joey his best man, and (2) did Joey get to pick out his tuxedo for him [Henry] UHHHH... I feel like, Henry usually defaults to Joey for outfits and stuff, but he would hesitate a bit to ask his best friend who has an obvious crush on him to help dress for his heteronormative wedding!

[Joey] There probably is at least one of the wedding photos where Joey is insistent on standing very next to Henry -- while Henry's next to Linda! -- but, [GM] ...but also, Joey is here, [Joey] But also Joey is here. [Sammy] ...absolute disaster of a man... [GM] But the tuxedos look good! [Joey] Yes. Henry was properly fitted.

[Sammy] I don't want a full-- I don't want a freakin' fursuit, because-- [Henry] (FNAF in the distance)

[Sammy] But I feel like, since both White Rabbit and March Hare are, like, dapper rabbits, they could do something like, yeah, splicer mask and also a hat. [Jack] I mean, Jack's not opposed; Jack likes hats. [Sammy] Jack absolutely should have a hat, I agree. [Jack] He's getting so many hats! So many hats, and so many boyfriends, [GM] He can't be stopped! [Jack] >:3c He shouldn't be stopped.

[GM] I'm still just stuck on the phrase "Dapper Rabbits."

[GM] If Joey and Allison are talking further away, I guess it's moot. Though Allison did see Prophet Sammy! He changed in her room. [Sammy] Well, nobody explained him to her. Sammy just showed up the next day and hoped that we wouldn't talk about it, and then we didn't! It was great. [Jack] Sammy's over here, hoping that Allison is distracted by Joey so that none of this conversation is being listened to, [Jack] MEANWHILE, smash cut to the other side of the room, where Joey is explaining SillySam,

[Joey] A lot of Joey's lack of giving information was to keep her out of it, and not paint a target on her back... but now? She has a target on her back, so... Sure! You can also sacrifice yourself, for the greater good!

[Sammy] I'm sure someone in this party will thank Allison. It won't be me. But I'm sure someone will.

[Henry] Henry's already smearing his blood on people, he's gonna agree to whatever at this point.

[Sammy] DEFINITELY not a cult, now hold still while we put this guy's weird glowing blood on you, it's fine. [Jack] Welcome to the flock!

[GM] What does this mean for Prophet Sammy's sacrificeability rating on Henry, though? Now he's potentially long-term useful... [Sammy] I mean... [Jack] The Prophet isn't here so he doesn't need to know about this! [Sammy] ...I feel like, if something has greater value, then it's an even more impressive sacrifice. That's why you sacrifice an unblemished sheep, traditionally. If it's not a blemish-- [Sammy] Like, that's most of what he was worried about, like, “does this make you not fit for sacrifice.” But if it's actually a really cool thing, ...!

[Sammy] Sammy's nervous. [Jack] Jack is also nervous. [Henry] Henry is also nervous! [Jack] Oh, that's always a good sign, [Joey] Joey's going to be confident! [Henry] ...Of course he is. [Joey] Someone has to be! [Jack]...is he "Confident" or "Confident (Fast Talk)"? [Joey] YES. That last one. [Sammy] *muttering* That's the best we got, unfortunately.

[Sammy] If Jack or Henry express nervousness, Sammy agrees with them. If Pete is nervous, then Sammy will very aggressively say that Joey knows what he's doing.

[Sammy] Allison, don't use a spell to bind people's souls together in order to avoid crunch,,, [GM] You never know when something might be handy! [Sammy] I mean, [GM] Waste not want not!

[Henry] Does Henry have to draw in blood on himself...? [GM] No, Henry has a lot of his own blood on his person.

[GM] Aw, man, Bendy should've commented on the rabbit outfits! I'm sure he'd find that hilarious. [Joey] ...why...? [GM] WHY? It's just objectively funny! No additional reason is needed!!

[Joey] Joey will go through his notes, and confer with Henry and Bendy on, okay, shall we try this, and see if we can help Bendy as well? [Henry] Henry is down to try! [GM] Bendy is worried about Henry overexerting himself. [Henry] ...Henry is down to try!

[Jack] Worst case, Jack looks at the symbol, and then he can be seeing-eye rabbit for the rest of the group!

[GM] Norman wonders what the plan is! [Henry] Bold of you to assume,

[Sammy] We're having such a good sleepover! We did a weird blood ritual, and we're braiding each other's hair~ [Joey] Having a fashion show, [Sammy] Yeah! We went out and got clothes, [Jack] Can't believe Joey called a boy, [Sammy] Gotta ask Joey about the boy he likes... wait, no, don't do that. [Jack] I'd say it's time to play seven minutes in heaven, but I think we, we did that early. [Sammy] WE DIDN'T DO A VERY GOOD JOB,

[GM] Norman wants to see how this plays out. [Joey] Okay, well, try not to get sacrificed, then, [GM] He laughs, and thanks you for the advice! [Sammy] *Hypnos Hadesgame voice* "Try not to get sacrificed, okay?"

[Henry] Allison is very helpful, and not weird at all!

[Joey] We already have the banjo case full of ritual circles, and Joey would rather have the emergency circles than Sammy carrying around bOTTLES OF INK. [Sammy] WHY, WHY WOULDN'T YOU WANT THAT TO BE HAPPENING? WHAT WOULD BE THE PROBLEM WITH THAT,

[GM] Make a sanity check! [Jack] Wait, what's happening? [Sammy] Joey was trying to think too hard.

[GM] Sammy does manage to catch that there's a little-- next to the kitchen, when you go into the place where they're serving food, there's a sign that says "Sheep Shop" over it. And there's a person wearing a sheep mask, handing out food. [Sammy] OKAY, THAT'S FINE,,, I don't feel like Sammy has actually read Through The Looking Glass, so I don't know if he knows why this is happening. I think he's just concerned. [GM] Excellent. Ideal response.

[GM] And Joey has NEVER seen the symbol EVER because he's incredible at not looking at creepy symbols! Which you wouldn't expect. [Sammy] I'm sure Joey will put this in his autobiography.

[Jack] :/ No Hashtag Gay Rights at this party,

[GM] Seems to be another party-goer; in fact, you recognise the voice! [Joey] Ohhh. Kyle -- I don't know his actual name, but -- [Sammy] (Dennis!) [GM] (Yes, that's-) [Joey] -- Kyle.

[Henry] Henry is going to try to sneak up on Moonlight while he's distracted! [GM] OH! ...Okay! He's very distracted, Sammy just screamed! [excited noises from everyone beCAUSE NO ONE EXPECTED THIS] [GM] You successfully sneak up behind him! [Henry] I'm going to grab the staff! [GM] Make a Brawl check, with advantage! [Sammy] (He has SO many limbs that don't work my dude, you got this,) [Henry] That's a success! [GM] You snatch it! [Henry] I RUN!!!

[Joey] We're just both escorting Jack, now. [Sammy] Would you say Jack is late, for a very important date? [Jack] Well YEAH, his Face Removal was scheduled like 2 dreams ago!!

[GM] He'd have to roll for it, to see if it felt familiar to his trip to Carcosa. [Jack] Extreme success! [GM] Then he would pick up that familiar feeling! [Jack] Oh, nice and homey at this party! Really nice. Nostalgic! It's been a while. [Sammy] Hm, [Jack] Maybe he should go play the piano, for old time's sake! [Sammy] NO

[euphoricsunflowers]

lover — lee hoseok/wonho

chapter i: mine

a/n: ahhh i’m sorry it’s been so long since i last posted something!! please enjoy the first part of this series!! gif is mine!

word count: 2.6k

content: sub!wonho, dom!fem!reader, vampire!reader, human!wonho, dumbification, lots of biting, calling him ‘pet’, hypnokink, it’s not explicitly non-consentual but because of the hypno aspect of it please do be warned!! no smut in this chapter <33

summary: saved from the clutches of another vampire, hoseok, under the spell-like influence of her presence, gives away his everything.

he’s running out of breath, using the dense trees and his own strength, which is pretty high for a human, to keep him pushing on forward, but even still, there’s a voice in the back of his head that knows this is futile, that he’ll be caught anyway. he’s only managed to outmaneuver who, or what, was chasing him because of sheer luck, and his luck is about to run out, he can feel it.

he wonders if he’s just being toyed with, if they’re staying just far enough back to make sure he doesn’t lose hope, to keep running from them for as long as he possibly can.

he wonders how he even got here, why he was even singled out by this creature on purpose. he was just on a run to the store for snacks, he didn’t provoke them at all. he’s always kept his head down, hoping if he just kept his distance and never gave the beasts that live just outside of the city problems, he would be fine.

that clearly isn’t the case.

as he’s losing his ability to keep running, he searches for another route to escape capture. he tries to find a spot to hide, but every time his eyes find one, his brain says that’s not good enough, he’ll definitely be found out. and he knows he can’t just keep running because he knows he’s not gonna outrun whatever is chasing him.

he makes the decision to stop and to stand his ground, hesitantly turning back to face the general direction he was running from, when a creature slowly emerges from the darkness, “so you’ve stopped running from me. that’s very interesting,” the voice is raspy, heavy, and, combined with the dark atmosphere, it gives wonho shivers, “is it mercy that you want?”

words fail him momentarily, even as the beast approaches closer, he hesitantly steps back, moonlight gleaming in his fearful eyes, “yes,” he whispers, “please.”

they take another step closer to him, and he steps back, getting a somewhat better view of its face, and hoseok’s blood runs cold, “you were quite distracting, you know.”

“you’re a-“ the word is left on his tongue, his mind refusing to accept that he’s been chased by a vampire. an actual vampire, “i’m sorry for bothering you, please let me go, i have friends and family to go back to.”

the vampire laughs heartily, cracking a dark smile once they were finished, “sweetheart, we’re well past that,” he already knew that, but he was still holding onto hope that he could just go home. the vampire finally touches him, pulling him by his shoulder closer, and he stumbles before his neck is in direct proximity to the vampire's teeth, “oh, i can’t wait to drink all of your sweet blood, you smell absolutely delectable.”

his heart pounds in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins, get he can’t find it in himself to do anything but freeze up. he’s terrified beyond belief, and he just wants to go home.

and then, he’s let go. he falls back on his butt against the dirt and the fallen leaves, and looks up to someone in front of him having pushed the vampire away, “oh, it’s you? you’re protecting the human? cute,” the vampire says.

wonho's stomach churns when they open their mouth and he sees those teeth that terrify him to his core, and he learns that the one who saved him is also a blood-sucking beast; he really can’t seem to catch a break, “you still owe me for what you did,” they say, “and i think this human’s life will be just another thing i’ll take away from you for that.”

“it’s been centuries! i apologized for that!” the first vampire cries, “you can’t hold a grudge forever, y/n.”

y/n. that was his savior's name.

“watch me, minhyuk,” you say callously, and hoseok’s breath hitches when you look back at him, sharp eyes gazing into his soul like he was nothing but a little deer in headlights, “have a good evening, puppy boy. until next time,” you shout while staring directly through hoseok, he feels like he might just evaporate under your stare.

the one named minhyuk groans, but he disappears in a millisecond, leaving nothing in his trace but a gust of wind and a few rose petals. you turn to face hoseok, and his heart might as well have stopped for a minute, your gaze strong and intense and overwhelming and nothing in his body can look away.

“now, what do i do with you?” you wonder aloud, and he immediately snaps out of his daze, pleas for mercy and his life falling past his lips desperately, “alright, darling, you’ve said your peace,” he blushes when you call him such an endearing pet name. you reach out your hand, using your finger to pull his chin up and force him to really look at you. everything goes blank in his head, every thought and every fear, all of his mind dissipates into thin air, “how about you be mine?”

the wheels in his head refuse to spin anymore, he just sits there, soft and harmless and docile. he nods dumbly. his breath is shaky as you extend your hand to help him up to his feet, your touch is both cold and warm.

“tell me your name,” you practically commanded.

“hoseok,” he says, without even thinking about it. he’s not really thinking about much as you lead him away,

“my name is hoseok. you can also call me wonho, that’s what my friends call me. what- uhm, whatever you want.”

his softness and sincerity make a certain warmness fill your chest, it’s odd, but it’s not a feeling you hate. it’s almost nice. he looks so sweet and innocent, so warm and full of love and your eyes gravitate toward his neck, noticing his pulse without even having to touch his neck, he looks so adorable, so vulnerable. your presence commanding yet calming and in the docile state he’s in, he’d bare his neck to you in an instant if you asked him to.

and as you lead him to your residence, a mansion so far into the forest, leading him inside, into your room, you plan to do so, “sweetheart,” you mumble, and his head perks up, “may i take you?”

“wha- what?”

you come closer, and while he doesn’t make an effort to back away, he’s stiff under your touch, “i’m hungry, dear. i need you.”

his eyes widen, but the daze induced by your being and presence makes him want to please you, and while the fear still settles in his eyes and in his shaky movements, he allows you to lead him to your bed and to climb on top of him.

you lift his hand, holding it in yours, “oh, my cute little human,” you purr as he freezes in fear when your teeth just barely meet his wrist, grazing the skin as you stare endlessly into his eyes, “you look absolutely delectable,” you press a kiss to his wrist, feeling him tremble in your grasp, he looks terrified, “darling relax, please,” you murmur softly.

he’s so under your control that even if he can’t seem to make himself calm down, the second you said it, his muscles relax. his body feels heavier and soothed by your voice.

you seem pleased, pressing more kisses to his wrist before you finally sink your teeth in, and he whimpers but doesn’t resist you at all, keeping his arm outstretched as you practically stare into his soul as you suck his blood. he tastes incredible, the scent of blood overtaking your mind and instincts overpowering your senses.

you force yourself to finish almost as quickly as you began, unsatisfied but still aware of what you were trying to do, “spread your legs,” you order, and once again his body obeys, legs moving apart as his eyes watch you half-lidded. you reposition yourself between his thighs, pressing kisses to the inside of one of his thighs. he shivers, trembles, and slightly huffs under his breath from the ticklish feeling, “are you nervous, my pet?”

there’s a voice in the back of his head that pridefully refutes being called your pet, but it’s faint and it’s honestly not even true at this point, “a little,” he whispers, and you smile when you hear his voice. he’s on the shyer and quieter side, and the poor thing seems so scared.

“oh darling,” you murmur, your teeth so close to piercing his skin he can almost feel the sharp pain incoming, “you’ve given yourself over to me, haven’t you?”

he’s aware of the situation, your head between his thighs, he’d be lying if his dazed and impressionable little mind didn’t notice how sexual this bite feels. he feels so bare and vulnerable, but he also feels the way your gaze leaves him the most exposed and your touch has him reeling and your kisses make his body excited, electrified even.

he nods shakily, nervously, “my blood is yours. take as much as you want,” he weakly tries to reach out his hand to yours, but all he can do is briefly brush your fingertips, “i mean- please don’t kill me- but i’m- i’m yours now.”

his sweet sincerity pokes at you once again, losing control of yourself for a moment at how cute he looked, scared but still so soft and pretty, “i'm not going to kill you, pretty thing, i promise,” your teeth finally pierce the skin of his inner thigh, and his legs instinctively try to close at the pain but you keep them open, a hand on one while you bite the other, dragging helpless moans of pain out of him, sucking even more blood until you can tell it’s really affecting him physically, and then you stop, licking and sucking on the wound until the bleeding stops, “oh, my sweet pet, you taste like pure heaven.”

he’s becoming even more dazed and tired, you can see it in his eyes, “p-please,” he groans, but what is he begging for? he’s not going to ask you to stop, he can’t do that, “please, please,” he keeps pleading vaguely.

“please what, little thing?” you say as you press sweet kisses up his leg, moving up to his hip, his abdomen, his chest, and finally settling near his right collarbone. for him, it’s weird to hear himself be called ‘little’ when he’s as muscular as he is, but compared to the energy that just oozes out of you, he feels like absolutely nothing, so, so small.

“how much longer- uh, longer are you going to keep going? how many more bites do i have to endure?” he breathes, pain and weakness becoming so overwhelming he might just drown in it, “my head- my head is- i feel so lightheaded.”

“you sound so pretty when you whimper,” you mumble against his skin, “i want to bite you again and again, you’re the prettiest when you’re in pain.”

he whines, wanting to hold you against him (because no matter how much he tries, it feels amazing to be bit by you) but he’s too frail right now to even lift his arm, sitting still and docile as you puncture right below the collarbone, and he cries weakly. you take more blood and he feels himself become even more weak and fragile and frail, the lightheaded feeling becoming more intense, it’s harder to stay awake, it’s harder to keep himself sitting upright, he feels like his whole body would just collapse if he had to stand right now.

you reach out to hold his head in your hands, gazing into his eyes as he weakly tries to meet your gaze,

“one more, sweet thing, one more,” he feels like you might just kill him, this was all just some elaborate act to kill him in a painful and oddly sensual way. your touch has been soothing this whole time, and he craves to feel your hands all up on him more, “let me take just a little more of you.”

he nods faintly, and that’s when you simply lean in to kiss him. he tries to kiss back, he really does, but the kiss is mostly your movements, your taste, your dominance that’s easily overpowering him completely.

you pull on his bottom lip, digging in your teeth slightly, as gently and minorly as possible, just to drag one last cry of beautiful pain out of him and taking just a few more drops of blood before the taste of blood is the taste your kiss, and it doesn’t escape him even after you’ve pulled away from his lips, pressing kisses and dragging your teeth against his jaw.

“please,” his voice is weak, just like the rest of him, as he cries out his pleas to you, “i can’t physically give you more of me, please just: a few hours to recover, that’s all i’ll ask of you.”

“that’s alright, darling,” you say, grabbing his hand and raising it to your lips to press a kiss to his knuckle, he shivers in fear, “take your time, my little human, i’ll have a servant bring you some food and water for you, alright?”

he’s left alone to fall into the drowsiness that envelops him, falling deeply asleep for hours on end. his sleep is dreamless, but a voice fills his head, one like yours, not saying anything that sticks out to him, just sweet little nothings that make him feel so comfortable and peaceful in that bed of yours.

he’s woken up once it’s fallen dark outside and with his wrist, thigh, and chest taken care of and patched up. his body still aches and he still feels faint and lightheaded even as he lays still, but he’s warm and comfortable in the sheets of the bed and the safety his soul feels is worth every last aching part of him. his head is still cloudy and foggy, memories all fading together as he tries to to piece together any memories besides the sweet pain that he remembers yoy inflicting on him. water and food are placed at the side table beside the bed for him, and the small little human servant disappears a moment after.

wonho faintly hears mumbling on the other side of the door that he can barely make out, “so the big boss brought home a human?”

“it seems so. she seemed almost giddy after she had her fun with him. i wonder why she didn’t just suck all of his blood and kill him, that seems like a thousand times easier.”

“yeah, that would have been a lot easier,” they stop for a second, before continuing, “she kept going on and on about how cute he was, how he ‘trembled under her but still let her do whatever she pleased’. it was weird seeing her like that.”

“i know she can manipulate and control others easily, like i know that’s her thing, but i wonder what kind of hold he’s got on her too,” and then the voices become too far away for hoseok to hear, and he’s left to wonder, now that his head feels just a bit clearer, what he’s gotten himself into and why he longs to be under her spell even more.

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Dark-Seven part three - Jason

I apologize @reading0mens for the longtime it took me but I love Jiper angst sooo it got a bit long XD, feedback would be cool :)

- The day Gea was destroyed marked the end of the giant war

- But for Jason, it was the most horrible day of his life

- He wakes up in the infirmary without Leo and Piper

- They are dead Chiron tells him

- Leo gave his life to kill Gea and the eagles could not catch Piper on time

- Jason refuses to believe it until he runs out and sees her

- Her bloodied corpse, her lifeless eyes they will hunt him until the end of his life

- He wanted to grow old with her

-As he gently rocks her in his arms he tries to understand

- Why would Hera let her die after she screwed so much with her life already?

- Why would she let Leo sacrifice himself in such a violent way?

- He knows the truth deep in his heart

-As he watches Piper‘s body burn among the others he learns what real hate feels like

-It scares him

- He was supposed to be Hera‘s champion, a loyal soldier to the gods

- His pain gets worse when he is alone

- Percy and Annabeth leave Camp for school

- Hazel and Frank go back to Camp Jupiter

- He spends his time alone in his cabin living in the vision he saw when the gods came to help them

- Piper is alive whispering soft words to him that everything is going to be okay

- That he is a person instead of Hera‘s shallow Champion

- They even help him to continue his designs for the minor gods temples

- But soon his love for her turns to desire

- He knows that she is not really with him and who is responsible for it

- He does not want to sit around anymore doing exactly what Hera would want him to do

-“I…..I can‘t do this anymore Pipes.“, He tells her one night his body trembling in despair

-“Yes you can Jason! You are a hero that always stepped up to do what‘s needed.“ She says her words piercing into Jason‘s heart like her dagger

-To him, they feel like an accusation

- All of the sorrow and anger boils up in him

- He does not notice the wind around him growing stronger, or the thunder from outside

- He is tired of Hera, tired of being too perfect

- The papers are thrown across the room and he stands his body shaking with rage

- A yell of defiance leaves him and the storm sends lighting to hit the Cabin

- The Campers find Jason sitting still in smouldering remains

-His eyes are closed tears running down his cheeks but there is a smile on his face

- Invisible chains put on by Hera have just been broken

- Jason never felt more alive

-“I‘m done being their servant Chiron and you should be too.“, that is Jason‘s goodbye, a reminder that the centaur should be a protector not a trainer of child soldiers

- No one follows him when he leaves not even Nico

-They all saw the cold bitterness in Jason once-loyal blue eyes, they all feel his calm aura like wolve ready to strike everyone that comes to close

- Jason is glad for their fear

- He does not want anyone innocent getting hurt in his crazy plan

- Jason fly away but still stays close to the sea

- The papers of the minor gods are destroyed but he can still remember all of their names

- Kymopolaia is the first one he calls on the beach of Montauk

- She emerges from the water in all her glory and Jason can‘t suppress his joy

-He acts like Jason grace always did

- Flattering, his compliments even making the violent storm goddess blush

- Only when she wonders why he is here that he shows her a few of his true emotions

- He talks about how Hera forced his mom to give him to the wolves

- He tells her about all the friends that he lost to Hera‘s obsession with tormenting him, how much Piper and Leo gave him hope for a home, how the queen of the gods let them die

-When he is finished high waves are fluting the beach while Kymopolaia cries in pity for the young hero

- Jason‘s apology enrages her even more

-“The twelve Olympians will never respect or honour anyone who is not useful to them.No matter how many temples I build for them you are just a goddess of lower rank just like I was just their servant. I would just waste my time trying to fix their mistakes and in the end, neither of us would get what they want.“, He says true regret in his voice

-Poseidon's daughter grits her teeth while high waves flute the beach as her body is shaking

- Jason confirmed what she has been dreading since the war ended and her father made up excuses to exclude her from his royal court

-He comforts her and he can tell how he stirs up her hate for Posidon

- Jason can barely hide his satisfaction, his plan is working just like hoped it would

- He advises her to turn the sea against her father, it‘s her birthright after all

- Kymaploaia‘s eyes fill with a mad gleam, a whirlpool around her shows agreement

- She is not afraid to take on the sea, hundreds of tormented river gods will stand behind her angry because they had been forbidden to kill the humans that hurt them every day

-After Jason wished her good luck she leaves and he lets out a laugh of satisfaction

-Words can be more powerful than lightning he learned that from Piper

- A part of him still despises what he has become but he tells himself that Hera turned him into this

- She created a weapon and now she has to deal with the consequences

- He continues to travel all over the country flying over it with his storm horse, never staying at one place for long as he is sure the eyes of Hera are on him

- Every stop brings a talk to another minor god

-Hypnos and Morpheus are easy to convince

-Every mortal needs to sleep and dream so why are they never invited to mount Olympus throne room?

- Jason orders them to rebel against the Olympians in the cities of the demigod Camps first

-It is the only way to ensure that his friends will stay out of his way

- Aelous is harder

- The mad lord of the winds always hated demigods and he is not pleased when Jason holds the dozens Venti he sends to kill him still in the air with one move of his hand

-Jason uses no charm on him but instead reminders of all the times Zeus forced him to deal with storm spirits all by himself

-The idea that he can banish the storm spirits once and for all after Zeus is gone finally convinces him

-But Jason still wants the god to know that he is the leader of this rebellion who should not be messed with

- So he concentrates and moves his hands to control the storm spirits again

- He can feel their anger through the winds but he still manages to force them to turn into wolves their lightning eyes blazing with hatred

-“You will serve me from now on.“, He orders them through his mind his voice sounding like thunder in their heads and they indeed bow their heads before him

-Aelous only laughs at this sight

-“You have changed Jason Grace! If you are ready to rebel against your father just because of the Aphrodite girl and that son of Hephaistus then you are just as crazy as me.“ The lord of the winds jokes when Jason is about to leave with his new wolves

-“I‘m just ready to do anything for the people I love.“, Jason replies coldly

-From Olympus Hera hears those words too

- They seem a weak excuse for all the chaos Jason has caused

-The sea has been stormy for days swallowing ships and fluting beaches while the cities are fluted by rivers

- Zeus is barely able to control his winds and so the weather jumps from hot to cold in minutes

The gods own children are sleeping alongside hundreds of mortals unable to help their parents

- Hera knows that Jason will make things even worse if he is not stopped now

- But her love for him or rather the love for his loyalty to her is what makes her believe that she can bring him back

- Not herself she is not that naive

- Only one person can and even though she is gone Hera has figured a way to use her against Jason

-If only she could see the cruelty of her tricks

- Jason begins to hear Piper‘s voice again in his dreams

- She is not soft with him anymore

- Instead, she tells him how terrible he has become, that he acts like a pathetic child just because he failed to save her

-He yells that he is doing all this to get justice for and Leo but that only makes her laugh so loud that he has to cover his ears to drown it out

- Sometimes he also hears Leo mocking him, saying that he can‘t believe he ever looked up to him

- Jason wakes from those nightmares in sweat and tears until he decides that sleep is overrated

- He feels more comfortable moving around with his wolves anyway, it reminds him of old times, his childhood

- Unfortunately, his sleep deprivation changes his methods to gain more allies

- The nature spirits (Nymphs and dryads), aren‘t met with his charm but instead little patience and quick anger

- To Jason they are dumb, Zeus hit on them for centuries why are they so unwilling to turn against him?

-He tries to stay calm but their talks about how his plan is insane to remind him of Piper and the things she said in his dreams

- Not only once does he command his venti to burn whatever three or plant annoys him too much, the wolves happily oblige and tore the spirits apart with their electricity sparking teeth

- More and more Jason Grace begins to remind them of Zeus, unforgiving, cruel to anyone that does not obey his wishes

-When a young dryad girl dares to say that to Jason out loud he snaps

-A huge thunderstorm is summoned, lightning blasting the girl loved ones

-The forest burns in bright orange flames and Jason uses the winds to direct them towards the girls three

- She dies screaming in the flames while storm wolves bite at her to electrocute

- Jason grins at her Beggs as he looks directly into her beautiful dark eyes, Hera has those too

- Nature decides to join him out of fear

- The gods will be mad but it is the only way to avoid Jason‘s rage

-Jason feels powerful riding past them on his horse while they bow

-He can feel the wind gods around him ice cold, hot like fire

-On mount Otrys he calls for Hecate as the next step for his plan

- When she ignores his call he does not care

- Electricity runs through his veins power, it does not matter if he has to wait a bit until Olympus falls

- Suddenly a voice calls him making his blood turn cold

-He turns his head to look behind him and as expected no one is there

-He tells his rising panic that it was not real, he just hasn‘t slept for four days

- The temperature drops, darkness crawls over the hilltop, he feels watched

-“I‘m here Jason it‘s okay.“, Her voice is sweet close and yet it makes him shiver in fear 

- It can‘t be her

- Jason draws his sword and gets on his horse, the wolves growl restlessly as they can feel their master distress

-“Who are you? Show yourself!“, He demands despite his shaking voice

- Her laughter is loud wild like the summers breeze, he has heard it a thousand times before

-His eyes fly around frantically there is only the shadows of the rising night

-“I‘m your girlfriend Jason! Did you already forget that?“, the girl that can‘t be her asks amused

- A person stands in front of him out of nowhere

-Jason‘s sword falls to the ground, his eyes fill with tears

-Her clothes are nothing she would wear and yet he would recognize her blind

-Piper McLean, the love of his life stands there in a white long dress, her dark brown hair falls loose around her shoulders, her eyes of lighter brown are reaching into his soul

-“No…...this is a trick! You…….you are dead.“, Saying it hurt but it was the truth

- His venti flicker with lighting in agreement

-“I……..don‘t know why they let out but does that matter?!, I‘m here and….I missed you.“, Piper sobs, her despair finally washes away his doubts with guilt

-He slides off his horse ignoring the suspicious neighing

-Jason goes to her slowly putting his hand on her cheek, she feels real

-“I missed you too Pipes.“, He croaks and then breaks down pulling her against his chest all pain of losing her, the hatred against Hera, the things he did to convince gods and spirits to rise against their rulers, even the nightmares in which she hated him, spilling out of him

-He is scared of her backing away when he is finished, of her making his horrible dreams come true

-Instead, she looks flattered and sad as she puts a hand on his chin

-“Perhaps that is why they allowed me to leave the underworld.“, She says so softly and Jason is caught in confusion and overwhelming relief that she does not hate him

-“What do you mean?“, Jason asks suddenly feeling worried, the gods would never allow someone to cheat death especially someone close to him

-“I think the gods want me to save you from yourself.“, Piper answers with concern,

-Jason looks at her stunned then as he processes her words anger rises in him

.-Yes it does sound like Hera to use Piper that way

-“No Pipes I never felt better ! They are just scared because I make their system fall apart.“, He responds not able to hide his pride,

- He is happy that she worries for him but he wants her to know that he is okay that they are okay

-He wants to squeeze her hand as recurrence but Piper steps back with guilt in her eyes

“ Jason…….you haven‘t slept for days and all those burnt nature spirits? This isn‘t you.“, She says her words soft but they are too much like his dreams

-“Yea I have been a bit crazy lately but only because I want to make them stop Pipes. All those mistakes or wars of the gods that we have to die and fight for. Losing Leo and you was something I don‘t want any other demigod to go through. I want us to live in peace and that is only possible if we aren‘t controlled by an egoistic good and his controlling queen.“, He explains and despite his fear, he means every word

- He just wants Piper to understand so that she will fight at his side again

-The image brings a smile to his face

-The two of them standing in front of a chained up Hera in all their glory

-Piper brings him back with a sigh and the deep pity in her eyes fills him with despair

-Why is she so against opposing the gods, Wasn‘t she the one that cursed Hera and despised how the goddess put herself in charge of his life?

-A dread rises in the back of him, he suppresses it quickly

-“Our lives aren‘t controlled by the gods Jason. The fates are the ones that decide what challenges a hero has to face. You are wasting your time and ruining your own life fighting for something that will never change. Call off the rebellion Jason and tell the gods to be actual parents. Tell them to protect their children from their destines as long as possible and then go home to rest. That would be easier than a war you can‘t win.“, Piper finally says

-Despite all of his anger Jason has to admit that her advice is tempting

- The vision of him growing old with Piper could come true plus he truly is not strong enough to fight fate itself so why not ask the gods for a favour? Maybe he can convince them to change after all he is the favourite of their rulers

-But then a thought washes away that option and he figures a way to tell Piper why the Olympian council needs to be reformed

- When Piper takes his hand again he looks at her with determination

“I can‘t. Hera loves using demigods too much. Look what happened to Leo. She claimed that she wanted to prepare him for his future just to let his mom die and let him sacrifice himself. You once said that heroes have to step up and do what is right and that is what I‘m doing right now.“, He explains

-For a short moment he thinks guilt washes over Pipers face

- Suddenly he realizes how strange her pleading was

-Piper always was someone to take action, she would never tell him to just do nothing and the way she almost took all fault from the gods……..

-“Hera only did that because she knew what Leo‘s role in the war was gonna be. She may not be the best but she is not our enemy Jason. She cared for Leo and she cares about you too.“, Piper says and now Jason is sure

- He rips his hand away from her his eyes burning with rage

-“Piper would never defend Hera ! Who are you?“, He asks coldly anger numbing the shattering of his heart

-The girl looks at him in confusion, he hates that she does it through Pipers eyes

“ Jason -“

-“ Don‘t! Stop using her voice and show yourself! I want to know which god I have the honour to kill!“, Jason spats

- At this moment he forgets all of his good morals, only blind hatred is left

-The Venti come to his aid, they swirl around him like a mini hurricane and he can feel their power pulsing through him, waiting for his command

-“I‘m just trying to help you Jason even if you could kill me that would not solve anything.“She warns but it is still Piper's voice and he will make her pay for it.

-“Oh no I think this will make me feel a lot better and if Hera send you just know that what happens to know is her fault, not mine.“, Jason says with a cruel smile before turning his storms to pure lightning

- with a hand wave the spirits turn into pure lightning crashing into where she stood

-Flames light up the hill but she is not there anymore

-A huge dove is in her place attacking immediately scratching at his face

-Dark clouds gather thunder is booming, rain falls,

-the Windlords themselves lift Jason into the air pushing his attacker away

- He does not need his sword

- The sky is his weapon

-Jason chases the goddess, calls cold wind to let hail fall onto her instead of rain

- Lightning strikes and he catches it in his bare hands, it flickers over his entire body until it gets thrown towards his victim

-Despite all of this the dove keeps trying to get closer, her voice pleading for him to stop his madness

- A hysterical laugh is his answer, he remembers a time where the gods loved him for his kindness, the same one that forced him to keep Heras chains on him for too long

- This goddess is treating him like he is still a pawn but that will end now

- Jason spins himself around his arms outstretched

- Wind blows around him, the dove shrieks in panic

- A tornado is throwing her around in circles like a puppet

- She changes form to other animals, attempts to escape through the cloud storms walls

- That is when they become pure lightning

- it hits her makes her body twist unnaturally

- She falls and Jason is still in the storms eye, He feels like a god bathed in his fathers lightning bolts

- The goddess unmoving body beneath him looks so tiny almost fragile even when she has changed to her Olympian form

- He would have pitied her if he hadn‘t recognized her, now he only feels disgusted

- Another shockwave is sent through her body before Jason dissolves his tornado

- The wind gods hesitate for a moment not liking what Jason might have in mind

- Jason is stronger and so they follow him down towards his victim as only a soft breeze

-“Why?“, He spats down at her as she wakes up

- His short question holds her crime all the pain and false hope she put him through

- She gets on her knees to look up at him her ever-changing hair clothes and eyes even her skin that is healing her burns are no beauty to him anymore

-“Hera and I only wanted to help you Jason.“, Aphrodite apologizes maybe there are real tears in her eyes

-“ I need help? I‘m not the one impersonating my dead daughter to manipulate her boyfriend!“, He spats finding her trick even more disgusting as he puts it into words

- He thinks about how she held him, what would have happened if he did not find out who she was

- He feels dirty

“I always take on the form of loved ones that's why Hera send me. She knew that Piper was the only one to get you out of your grief. Love is the only thing more powerful than hate“, Aphrodite explains and with every word, she looks more and more like Piper again

- Jason realizes that she is just as bad as Hera, another god that messed with his mind

- He sees how heavy she is breathing, it is time to punish her

-“Well then let me tell you something about love.“, Jason says making a pulling motion with his hands reaching for her breath

- He bends the oxygen out of her, the goddess head being forced forward

-The winds grow stronger again, he hears their whispers to not do this, he is deaf to their pleads

-“N – No!“, She protests in horror, her body glows attempting to release her true form but his attack surprised her and is now making her too weak

-Jason continues an air bubble forming around her head

-She digs her nails into her throat until they are bloody, her eyes nearly pop out of her skull and her face is an ill shade of blue

- the chocking noises she makes are music for him

-Jason enjoys every second

-Her looking like Piper does not save her

- It only reminds him more of the future he has lost and that makes him more furious

-When her sounds and body become still and her face is one mask of fear he finally tells her

-“Love never lasts long in this world.“

-No air gets added to the bubble, it dissolves

- An Aphrodite goddess of Love and beauty falls dead to the ground killed by her daughter's lover

- Jason feels empty

- He just killed a goddess he should feel ecstatic

- But instead, he feels as if something broke inside him

-Jason stares at the sky waiting for a reaction

-“ Come on Hera! This is what you wanted me to become right? A murderer your weapon. Just come to me and admit it !“, Jason yells tears streaming down his cheeks

-He falls to the ground as the thing he did crashes down on him

-He killed for revenge just like Zeus, Hera and all other gods did for centuries

-How is he better than them now?

-His allies seem to think the same thing

-Jason can‘t summon his venti in the morning

- The winds are harder to bend under his will

- Nature hides from him it does not matter how much he burns no one shows up

- Sometimes he hears the spirits weeping but he knows it is not meant for him

- Jason gets more and more desperate

- As of last hope he goes to San Fransisco

- The first step he takes into the city shows him that it‘s full of life again

-He plays with the thought of going back to Camp Jupiter

- But he does not want his friends to see what he has become

- On Ocean Beach, he yells for Kym

-Jason tells himself that she can help him turn his fate around

-“I‘m sorry Jason but I don‘t talk to traitors.“, She whispers from under the sea

-Jason feels like a wolve being cornered

-“ I never betrayed you the gods did !“ He shouts his voice sounding childish in his ears

-“You promised to fight in my name and then went on a crazy rampage just to make Hera feel bad. I expected better from you Jason.“, Kym told him in a stern almost motherly tone

- The words are a punch to his gut, a mirror showing him the truth

-His plan was supposed to be a peaceful change of the god's council, yes he knew about the damage the minor gods would cause but that was just to get the higher gods attention

-He sees the dryad girl in the flames, aphrodite chocking as air is pulled out of her

-This rebellion started with a wish for justice for Leo and Piper, for all those treated badly by the gods

- His lust for revenge destroyed all that

-Regretful he walks into the sea the water going up to his knees

-“ I‘m sorry.“, Jason says honestly

-That is when they finally react

- The waves grow bigger a man with a trident emerging out of them, Nature spirits come out of their plants with pinecones and daggers for weapons the blond-haired woman with her crown of corn is their true goddess

- The mist rising around him lets him hear his victim screams once more

-“Jason Grace we are here to punish you for crimes against us and the entire western civilization. Surrender now or seal your fate.“All of the Command in Unison

-He thinks of giving himself up

-He was raised as a Roman, he learned when a soldier has no chance to win

- Yet the thought of kneeling and letting Hera win so easily makes him sick

- And so he refuses

- The fight does not take long

- Jason summons lightning to blast away Nyads that grasped his ankles

-He runs out of the sea directing lightning at the advancing Dryad warriors

-They burn but the flames seem to have gathered they're own concise

-Orange and high they rage towards him growing on sand which was not possible

-They burn Jason‘s arm as he attempts to fly over them

-Screaming in pain he struggles to stay in the air

-Demeter uses her giant staff to let the three roots attack him like huge arms

-Her followers throw weapons at histones that for some reason always hit no matter how much he uses wind to push them away

-Rain comes and turns into a huge rain shower blinding his view

-He is forced to fly backwards and that is when Poseidon's trident impales his gut

-Blood spills pain forbids him to breath

-His vision goes black before he falls in the threes arms

-Jason wakes in ironically on chains in front of Hera and Zeus

-"I hope you know what a disappointment you are to me.", Zeus says but Jason's eyes are fixed on Hera

-She looks at him with a deep sorrow he did not expect so he chooses the last beg

-" Whoever you choose as your next heroes Hera please don't control them. Remember me as a warning of what happens if you do.", He pleads

-He is scared of his punishment but if Hera realizes her mistakes then maybe all of this was worth it

-Hera only replies with a small nod

-Then he is dragged off to the underworld by Hades off to the cliffs that lead into Tartarus

Jason panics as he realizes

He thought that he would end up in the fields of punishment

-But of course, Zeus hates when his children ruin his good name

-He struggles against his bonds begs his uncle to at least let him see his friends one more time

Luckily Hades is one of the kinder gods 

-He summons Piper's ghost, he does not say why Leo is not there

-She smiles at him sadly and maybe with anger which Jason does not blame her for

-Her kiss on his forehead brings tears to his eyes

-"Goodbye Jason. I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble.", She whispers and he shakes his head

-"Don't be. All of this is Heras fault and mine.", He tells her and with that, she is gone again

-He thinks of her and Leo while he falls

-Hera mourns him for days

-She watches the rest of the seven holding his funeral at Camp Jupiter

-They understand his motives and that's why they still love him as the friend he was

-Hera understands him too

-She was not liked in the past few centuries and that was why the idea of her very own hero made her blind for letting him be a child

-Now that was what killed him and Zeus was already off making another hero that he can  be more proud of

-A child he warned her to not even look at

-The other demigods resent her even more

-Frank Zhang would be her other hero but Hazel Levesque would never let her near him

-She thinks about Jasons last words, his beg that she shouldn't mess with children's lives

-It's when Leo Valdez returns and learns of his friend's fate that she promises herself to remember

-The hatred in his eyes is enough to bring even a goddess to her senses 

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Cyril- Character Analysis

This post was based on an ask made a while ago concerning Hypnos’ character. I personally think his appearance enhanced the development of the game for the Winter World chapters, additionally with the depth of MC’s character. Hopefully this post will help clarify some things in relation to who he is and why he is important to the game’s progression. Please enjoy his well-deserved character analysis post. And yes- lots of spoilers! Please don’t read if you don't want to be spoiled on future content from Chapters 19+.

“This is the world you wanted.”

Hypnos first appears in the Epilogue of Chapter 19, when MC escapes her dream (the one with the separate routes of the guys) and begins to enter the Winter World through Black Cabin.

A soft hue appeared amidst this world of frozen white. A handsome, elegant young man walked towards me from the mist. Snow fell upon him, but as if he was protected by some force, none stuck on him. For a moment, I felt that this person looked really familiar, but it was someone I’ve never met. His eyes seemed detached, yet full of pity.

“This world’s pretty interesting, don’t you think?”

I did not sense any direct threat from him, but I was also unable to let my guard down.

“Is this not the world you wanted? You were aware of it long ago. No need to go on deceiving yourself.”

His tone was peaceful, but there was a chill to it that made me shiver.

“In this world, time’s been frozen. Everything you fear hasn't taken place. It was not I who made this world, but you. Everything you have experienced is a product of that which you yearn for the most. If everything could start over, if life could return to normal, if none of this had occurred...”

He saw into my heart effortlessly, tearing down each fragile wall I’d made with each word that he spoke.

The man’s gentle expression turned cold. His smile faded into subdued indifference.

“You think everything you’ve experienced is fake? Everything is real. Everyone in this world had sunken into the same dream. We will forever remain in a dream land.”

The man chuckled gently. Snow and wind blurred his form, blurring my vision. -Chapter 19 (Epilogue)

Some people would probably have the reaction of ??? and others would think he’s a new love interest HAHA.

It’s clear that this section of the chapter does not give much insight into his character, his name or who he is all. But, we can (hopefully) tell from what we are given, that he will play an important role in the future since he has an actual VA, and is (quite confusingly) going on about “the world that she wanted”. Though, this will be all cleared up later. From here, he makes small appearances in the next few chapters, which helps foreshadow and gradually help set the final showdown to conclude the Winter World.

While my mind wandered, I accidentally ran into someone in the corner. Even more unluckily, as I retreated backwards I stepped on a slick patch of ice, almost sending me sprawling.

“Careful.”

A light laughter fell on my ears. Before I could react, I was caught by the person I bumped into.

“Are you okay?”

I looked up and was met with a pair of gentle green eyes. A handsome face filled my vision. For an instant, I felt that he was familiar, and the sight of an ice-covered world seemed to appear before me. He gracefully let go of my wrist in a gentlemanly manner, stepped back to a more appropriate distance. -Chapter 20-17

A man walked out onto a rooftop covered with snow and held out his hand, catching a snowflake falling from the sky. The snowflake in his palm turned into an exquisite, white robin with its eager wings spread as if escaping a prison and flying into the sky.

He looked down from on high, surveying the city blanketed in dazzling white snow, a faint smile on his face.

“Truly something to look forward to- a long cold winter.” -Chapter 21-25

At this point, we still don’t even know who this man is. Or if he even has a name! But finally, the chapter after reveals a little bit more to help us come to somewhat of a conclusion about his character.

Chapter 22-5

The automatic vending machine behind me kept repeating the same sentence. I turned around to find that the machine wasn't on the fritz- there was actually someone continually trying to make a payment. I couldn't help but go over to see if they needed help.

A pair of eyes clear as glass turned on me. Although there was a gentle look in his eyes, there was a subtle feeling of distance.

I suddenly recognised that face! It was that famous piano player- Cyril!

MC: “Excuse me, do you need help?”

A hint of warmth suffused his cold eyes, as he gestured in frustration at the vending machine.

Cyril: “Just want to buy a bottle of water, but I don’t know how to use these machines.”

(*Intense vending machine purchase in process*)

Instead, I decided to just point at the app on my own phone and give him a brief explanation, afraid that I would miss my bus.

MC: “This time, I’ll buy for you. This is the one you want?”

Cyril: “Right, thanks.”

When I accidentally brushed against his long, slender fingertip, there wasn’t even a hint of warmth.

MC: “Your hand is ice cold. How about I buy a warm drink for you?”

He seemed a little hesitant, but he gave a slight nod and accepted my proposal with a smile.

The drink thunked down into the dispenser, and before I could react, he already bent down and retrieved the bottle and mine from the machine.

When he extended the drink to me, I realised that at the bottom, there were two kinds of paper, which appeared to be tickets of some kind.

I lifted them up and carefully looked at them. They were tickets to an upcoming and very sold out piano tour. Moreover, this was for the final VIP performance aboard the HMS (Abbreviated for “Her Majesty’s Ship”) Victoria.

He may not look like it, but he’s actually quite a warm, kind person.

The silver haired man watched as the bus drove away, and the drink in his hand turned solid ice without him noticing.

As snow drifted down around him, a faintly perceptible smile formed on his lips.

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

We find out that the young man’s name is Cyril, a famous piano player. During this exchange, Cyril is taking his time to observe MC and how she’s responding to the Winter World. He appears to be genuinely surprised about MC’s display of kindness, even though she’s been tossed out by the men most important to her, and into a foreign world wreaked of havoc.

He lets MC purchase the warm milk tea for him, and they both talk about the most mundane things ever. This may seem like just filler conversations, but actually holds importance because it actually influences how he views the world and MC in the future.

Cyril then uses this chance to extend his invitations to his sold out piano performance on the HMS Victoria. MC thinks he’s “quite a warm, kind person”- to which, we will find out if she’s wrong later. We also can confirm that he is an Evolver as we watch him turn his drink into solid ice, as well as the same man who was left unidentified in the previous chapters.

Chapter 23-13

??: “At this point, we’re all certain that the one behind this “Eternal Winter” is one of our former members.”

??: “Another traitor?”

??: “One with the power to traverse time and construct dreamscapes. There's only one that it could be.”

??: “The traitor code-named Hypnos?”

With those words, a deathly stillness fell over the air, as if some indescribable darkness had stolen into the room.

True name: Unknown. Age: Unknown. Evol: Time travel, dream construction.

Pitifully few clues to go on, not even a single photograph.

Was that person who trapped me in that dream and the traitor the same? If it was true that everything before happened on another world’s timeline, then does that mean this person had jumped through into this world timeline?

??: “Just what is he planning to do?”

??: “Whatever it is, since he’s a traitor to the organisation, it’s bound to be contrary to our goals. We must put a stop to him.”

??: “Continue the investigation. We must find the satellite coordinates. We cannot let him interfere with our plan.”

If this mystery mastermind had such powerful abilities, then what chance do I have at stopping him?

The hexagonal crystal symbol wasn't a major part of their discussion, but it stuck a faint chord with a hazy part of my memory. I finally remembered- that ticket to the concert!

They consider this powerful Evolver- Hypnos, a traitor to Black Swan and the individual behind the Eternal Winter incident. But nobody knows what he looks like. However, MC notices that the hexagon design is seen similar to the tickets that Cyril gave to her for his performance on the HMS Victoria. She now knows that Cyril is Hypnos, then realises that the satellite launch isn’t on land, but on sea. She knows how to stop the winter from spreading.

Here we automatically assume that he’s another Black Swan bad-guy-turned-traitor. What is his true goal? And why does it have to be that handsome piano player, out of all people?

Chapter 24-5

Before we could enter the main hall and check out the situation, a sonorous piano melody was belated through the ship’s speakers over that whole patch of sea.

The gentle tune formed an invisible yet unbreakable net in the air. Everyone in proximity to it became the piano music’s prisoner, unable to escape.

I felt a strong feeling of drowsiness. I tried to stop it but it seemed to have already gotten into my veins. Every cell in my body reverberated with it.

Everyone in the hall was swaying like soulless puppets, and on the stage, Cyril held his eyes slightly closed as he played the last requiem for them.

Chapter 24-7

MC travels to confront him on his ship, and watches him entrance people with his piano playing. This is how he got his code-name “Hypnos”. (Similar to how Kiro can charm and control people). Thankfully, Helios appears, his Evol is powerful enough to command MC to escape this.

“Why can’t a lie... be a good thing, too? Is this not the world you wanted?”

An anonymous voice seeped into my consciousness, accompanied by a dim, far away sounding piano.

The false warmth swooped in, and exhausted as I was, I chose to accept it.

My hand was originally grasping at air, but just then I distinctly felt the touch of something solid and warm. I could faintly feel someone grabbing onto me tight.

I forced open my heavy eyes, and a familiar outline filled my blurry vision.

“K- Kiro...?”

For a second, I couldn’t tell if I was in a dream or reality. His face was in shadow, and those usually sea blue eyes now flashed golden, as beautiful as the night stars.

He shouted at me, loud enough to hear over the inescapable piano music-

“I command you to awaken!”

Although without a hint of warmth, his eyes were like the first rays of dawn filtering through the curtains, melting away the fanciful dreamworld clouding my brain.

-

“I’m not like Ares. I don’t care about any Queen. If you want to influence the outcome, you have to do it your own way.”

Cyril still didn't stop playing, and instead kept moving his fingers across the key in a self-satisfied manner. The audience were completely under the spell of his melody, sunken into the deepest depths of a dream.

A black pistol was pointed straight at him, but the enraptured pianist did not let that stop his performance. Helios wasn’t in a hurry either, waiting quietly for the perfect, culminating core for this piece.

Just as the final note was stuck, Helios resolutely pulled back the tigger. A stream of smoke rose from the gun, but Cyril was somehow unharmed, blocked by an invisible force field.

Helios: “You constructed this dreamscape long before.”

Cyril: “I just don’t want this performance to have any interruptions.”

He rose elegantly from his piano bench and took a deep bow toward the hall absent of applause. Then he sauntered off the stage and looked at me.

Cyril: “You finally came.”

Chapter 24-9

Cyril: “Thank you for teaching me how to use the vending machine.”

I didn't expect him to speak up first, much less did I expect him to bring up that. As if we weren’t staring into the upcoming apocalypse, but just another utterly normal day.

Cyril: “It was you who showed me a different side of life. Although I still think, milk tea tastes better iced.”

MC: “But that doesn’t mean you have to wipe out the people who prefer drinking it hot.”

Cyril: “I think you misunderstood me. Just like you, I love this world. I love the complexity and uncertainty humanity has brought to it. I just think, it just doesn't have to move so fast.”

The smile he had showed- made me believe that from the bottom of his heart, everything he did was to make the world better, and that he should not recover any blame or interference from anyone.

Cyril: “Before one fully understands oneself, power beyond control can only be dangerous. Just like if I were to ask you now, do you truly understand yourself? How would you answer?”

He chuckled at my inability to respond.

The thoughts in his heart were hidden beneath a glacier, and all it showed on the surface was the very tip of it, preventing me from ever getting a clear idea of what he was thinking.

Cyril: “I’ve prepared a little gift for this kind of world.”

A giant steel tower shot upwards and stood tall between the water and sky. The satellite launch tower!

Cyril took hold of my hand and causally moved the key from his own hand. Before I had time to stop him, I saw crystal clear ice form at his fingertips. Pure and unblemished, but also dead. Just like this world before us.

Cyril: “Isn’t this a nice way to end things? This. Is the world you want.”

He then hands MC to press the button for him, then freezes the key to the Black Cabin. Cyril here genuinely believes that what he is doing is good for MC, as he uses the satellite launch platform from the ocean to spread the “Eternal Winter”- the “perfect world”.

Black Swan still pursues evolution of all humanity, but Cyril doesn’t agree with their methods. He knows MC is the Queen and thinks that in this Winter World, this is how she will only grow- without those she loves- if she had not known the boys and everyone she cares about. "If none of those things in the original world had occurred..."

What Hypnos stated reminds me of the Winter World Helios and what he said from when he saved her in Chapter 21.

“The weak should learn to survive on their own. No one will help them. Do everything you can, by fair means or foul. Give up everything in your past… even yourself. If you can’t do that, then go back to the world you came from.”

Which is a little nice touch because Helios appears to save her again with his Evol- but this time, MC is saving the world in her own way. She is not identifying with QUEEN first- but as herself. She had seen and been through so much pain to grow her mental and emotional strength to persevere and save this world with her kindness and love for humanity. MC, herself, has evolved.

Chapter 24-10

Cyril: “Not going to give the button to the launch a push? Perhaps you’ve forgotten, this is only my dream. Any decision you make here won't affect the outside world. Aren't you at least curious? The perfect world I wanted.”

What is the meaning of existence in a world of unrealistic perfection!?

MC: “If I do that, wouldn’t I be like an ostrich, sticking my head into the sand?”

Cyril: “If people found the perfect pile of “sand”, who knows if they’d stick with reality- and choose not to escape? After all, in reality, no one can predict what's going to happen from second to second. But in a perfect dream, everything always unfolds exactly as people desire.”

MC: “I can’t answer that for others. But it shows that the decision for how to answer should be left for each individual person.”

Cyril: “The way I see it, those who have no ability to judge never had the right to choose in the first place.”

Naturally, traitor though he was, he was still like others in Black Swan, holding a disdain for normal people, deep in his bones. When he rebelled against wasn't the thinking of the organisation, but their methods. But no matter which method of theirs it was, they all wanted to force their ideology on the whole world.

Did the world really need their brand of reason? Did humanity really need their idea of progress?

Everything in existence follows its own, original path, with absolutely no need for human intervention. And what I had to do was to maintain this balance.

I abruptly placed the remote back in his hand and told him my final decision.

It’s clear that Cyril doesn’t have that much experience with normalcy or identifies with at least humanity. He believes that it’s better to ignore reality and to live in a dream without the memories of the past or mourn the loss of others. Frozen without emotions, pain, or progress- the “perfect world”.

Chapter 25-4

After MC accepts her QUEEN identity, she finally uses that power to unite all timelines ultimately defeating Cyril, then returns back to the original world. Weirdly, he appears in front of her when she wakes up.

Cyril: “I believed I warned you long ago, no matter what world it is, it doesn't make much of a difference. You assume too much. In this world, I am just like you, a normal person. Think of it… as the price I’ve paid. My choice… was made for you. You were growing too slowly. Maybe that world was best suited for you after all. Too bad, you were too muddled to realise it. This world may soon experience a change, and it’s the kind of change that has nothing to do with you.

Time Subway

Time Subway takes place before Cyril leaves, after MC is hospitalised in Chapter 32. It reveals more about MC’s power and spiritual connection to Loveland City, the rest of the worlds and their timelines.

They meet on the train, though MC can’t remember meeting Cyril before. His piano music continues to play as the train moves backwards. (And that’s the thing about the subway- the train goes in cycles to each station, to the memories and worlds MC has previously lived in.)

Chapter 5

MC: “This train is really strange. It’s going backwards.”

Cyril: “Does the direction really matter? Though, I’ve never been on a subway train. Perhaps, there are a few imperfections.”

MC: “How did you get on the train?”

Cyril: “Same as you, I guess.”

MC: “Do you know where this train is going?”

Cyril: “To a place you want to be. So embrace your imagination. Think of everything you ever wanted. Eventually we will arrive at the perfect ending you’ve longed for.”

Chapter 6

MC: “I feel like I’m forgetting something. My memory has been foggy ever since I boarded this train.”

Cyril: “You do know me. You have to recall those memories on your own. Do you want to remember everything? Or, do you prefer to give up the past and start again right here?”

Cyril seemed to be hinting something, I felt that he’d always use such implicit language, but I couldn't remember when…

Chapter 7

Somehow this train gave me a sense of security. I could feel a familiar resonance between us. As if it was closely linked to me in the first place.

A thought slowly came to my mind, maybe I could decide on its direction at some point in time.

MC: “Why do you want me to go to the past?”

Cyril: “Back to when everything hadn’t taken place, isn’t that what you wanted? I’m only doing this for you. Sorry I didn’t ask for your permission. But you’ll be my best work.”

Chapter 8

Cyril: “This world belongs to you. My power doesn’t work here. I’m nothing more than a normal person in the real world. I’m going to use my power one last time. And this will be my final work. A perfect world is still what I’m after. It was you who broke free from the world I created. You showed me my limit. Indeed, the power triggered by your emotion outshined my skills. That’s why I chose your spiritual world, as the raw material of my final work.”

MC: “So this is just an infinite cycle within my spiritual word, isn’t it?”

Cyril: “I won’t say you are wrong. In this train, you can choose any stop and choose any exit you want. When you step out, this world becomes more complete. Meanwhile, this dream will continue the everlasting cycle, which is also your karma.”

MC: “So do I stay here?”

Cyril: “You can choose to leave… if you have the power to battle yourself. If you leave, this world will continue to exist all independent from all time space.”

MC: “How do I leave?”

Cyril: “You have to discover that for yourself.”

MC: “...Cyril, I need to go. If there’s really a perfect world you want, just take this world as my gift to you.”

Cyril: “I see, thank you... If only you could eventually put an end to this cycle.”

Chapter 32-1

Cyril- “I came to say goodbye.”

MC: “All that stuff that happened to me after losing my Evol has something to do with you. Starting from when “I ran into you” on the train, it was all a part of your plan.”

He smiled slightly, met my hostile gaze without a hint of displeasure. He didn’t deny it, but he didn’t admit it either. There was an undercurrent of tension to the stillness, but also some unusual and subtle peace.

This pianist… I’ve never seen anyone so out of touch with the world.

MC: “The vending machine, the scammer in the square, thorns on a flower, you don’t have much experience with everyday things, do you?”

Cyril: “However, it really has been a long time since anyone’s talked with me about such things.”

I may have been imagining it, but I seemed to detect a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

MC: “Just what are you after, coming here to see me like this?”

As he spoke, he reached out and put his hand at the back of mine. His fingers were ice cold.

But in this brief moment, a flurry of images flashed before my eyes.

Four white walls, an empty room, a triangular piano of translucent crystal placed in the corner. The figure of a man gradually emerged before the piano bench.

His thin graceful fingers danced daintily across the keys as snowflakes fell upon him and settled undisturbed.

That gentle piano melody reverberating in the shadows also came out as a muttered groan from the girl as pain hit her.

Suddenly, the piano playing intensified, the tempo building to a frenzy like a subway train rattling through a tunnel.

I saw a boy get up from the piano, walk to the front of the stage, and take a bow to the thunderous roar of applause.

The scene shifted. The boy was once again standing in the gloomy storm, holding a white rose to his chest, listening in silence to a priest delivering a eulogy.

??: “Keep playing, Little Cyril. Use your power and help Mummy make the perfect world.”

Cyril: “A perfect world… I’ve got it.”

I saw his past, present and future. I saw the boy slowly growing up and playing that final melody in the centre of a frozen plain. He played tirelessly, as if he’s trapped inside in a world of memory.

Cyril: “Can you tell me what you saw?”

In those crystal clear eyes, I saw my own expression, and there was an ineffable expression of sadness to them.

MC: “Is a perfect creation… really that important?”

Cyril’s eyes were flat, like the negative space in an ink wash painting.

Cyril: “The sad fact is that they will never be able to achieve it.”

MC: “But absolute perfection doesn’t exist. Everything has blemishes and faults. But that doesn’t mean that they’re not good enough, and it certainly doesn’t mean that they don’t have a right to exist in this world.”

Cyril: “Perhaps. You’ve certainly proven that point yourself. One final thing before I go, of course, you can choose not to believe it. Perfection has never been an illusion; everything in this world has a singular, perfectly-suited exit. Although, I think you already found it.”

MC: “Where are you going?”

Cyril: “A world that belonged to you, but now belongs to me. Thank you for the world you’ve given me, and the interesting memories. And that bubble tea, I quite like the flavour.”

His words fell softly, as if shrouding me in a tranquil, pure white dream.

Upon seeing his past, present and future, all that MC sees is Cyril playing the piano. It turns out, his true motivation for creating the “perfect world” was for his mother when she passed. With MC’s help, he finally admits that it cannot be achieved. He isn’t directly hostile like the other Black Swan members either, and calmly admits his defeat and accepts MC’s decision.

Behind the Curtain- 6 (Chapter 28)

??: “If you want to see it, go. The door being opened will be closed soon.”

The black box grows bigger, and fills the entire vision in black-

Cyril: “Do you know the origin of the name BLACK SWAN?”

I see an elegant young man standing inside a luxury gift shop. There, piano pieces are playing. He looked down at me. The black box reflects in the cool eyes looking a lot like snow.

MC: “Am I inside the box?”

Cyril: “BLACK SWAN” is a word that means an unexpected event. Humans have no way to predict the impact of the event. When I first heard their name, I immediately saw the appeal. I also wanted to be a part of it. But…the majority of them still live in this illusion. Only a few were aware that humanity is ignorant. They can't help me to complete my work.”

While speaking, he pressed the crystal piano keyboard. The jolting sound echoes—

Cyril’s Mum: “With your power, continue this and please show me the perfect world.”

The woman lies on bed, looking at him with those beautiful eyes that looked a lot like that boy’s. There’s no strength in them.

Cyril’s Mum: “For one last time, I want to experience the beauty of this world with my whole being. That’s also the reason for your existence.”

The boy then grows up in the snowstorm and turns into an innocent boy. His outline became sharp, becoming an elegant young man.

The snowy wind pushes the window open and surrounds his mother. She then transforms into white snow and suddenly disappears.

The man doesn’t notice the occurring snowstorm, but instead concentrates on the graceful piano playing.

A piece of glass shatters and lands on the piano. The young man engrossed in playing keeps an eye on the keys.

MC: “Look out!”

The piece of glass cuts the young man’s long finger. A line of blood flows, on the skin like ice and snow.

The young man finally stops. As if time had been frozen, the lingering sound of the piano remained in the room covered with heavy snow.

He looks up. Like an innocent puzzled child who touched the piano for the first time, those eyes come into mind.

Cyril: “Who…are you?”

MC: “...who am I?”

Cyril had been stuck all this time within his memory of his promise to his mother- in pursuit of the “perfect world”. His world was biased upon thinking that humanity- even Evolvers, were ignorant and unable to help him achieve his goals. This demonstrates the divide and individuation between each Black Swan member of not being able to work together effectively to achieve the collective goal- of the “New World”.

It was nice to see MC being able to overcome her self-doubt and enter Black Cabin by accepting the QUEEN title in a world so foreign to her. Her hope, love and determination had saved the world again. Cyril played a huge part in this chapter of her life, almost like prepping her for the final prophecy of fate.

And “Doomsday” is coming.

[mamahersh]

The Road to Hell (is Paved with Good Intentions) Chapter 6

“Season 8 was well underway, and the server’s first conflict is bubbling just under the surface. But BDoubleO can’t worry about that right now because he has an Etho to find so they can work on the Horse Course together. However when Xisuma calls a surprise server meeting on behalf of EvilXisuma, BDubs gets his answers about where Etho’s been in the worst way possible.”

(CW: angst, blood, gore, torture)

Chapter rating: M

Sorry, chapter’s a little on the shorter side today, but that’s how the cookie crumbled, eh? On plus y’all get a long boi for a final chapter tomorrow! But yes, please enjoy BDubs and Etho centered chapter!

As always, if you enjoyed this chapter or this fic, I was directly inspired by this oneshot on AO3, so give them some love!

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 7 (Final chapter!)

They had been trying to find the hidden base for the last hour and a half, and they were still no closer to finding Etho. BDubs wanted to viciously tear something limb from limb (not really, he had felt that bloodlust already, and he couldn’t do that to himself again). The multiple scout groups were still in the process of methodically digging down and then flying back up out of the hole only to travel 9 blocks forward to do it all over again. The worst part was that they were only about half way done with this, and still no sign of Etho. Pulling his head back and stretching out his shoulders, BDubs looked around the hole he was in and double checked his communicator to see what his Y coordinate was. Seeing he was at the bottom of the digging depth they had set, he sighed and pulled out his rockets to fly out. Mechanically, he hopped up and let the wings on his back catch the air as he launched straight up with a rocket. Knowing he would need multiple to get out, he spammed 4 more rockets in quick succession to get out of the hole. However he accidentally set off 5, and flew far above the ground out of the hole, and into the blue sky. He cursed under his breath, as this was a waste of time that he could be spending digging. But before he was about to take off his wings to fall at terminal velocity to the ground, he caught sight of something on the edge of his render distance near build height. He didn’t think anyone had been building up that far, and realizing it was a bit along the same axis they were trying to explore, he flew up even higher to try and get a better look at whatever it was.

The closer BDubs got to the structure, the more hope began to pool in his chest. The structure was a strange box up at world build height, seemingly made out of obsidian. The box itself was a large 13x13x7 cubic room, with seemingly no entrances nor exits. BDubs could think of nothing else other than it would be simple to hide a 9x9x3 box inside and protect it with layers of obsidian and lava. Not wanting to break his cover just yet, he decided to make a note of the coords in chat without sending it; and then fly to the next closest searching Hermit. 

He quickly found Tango, and explained the situation to him, before they both flew off back to the coordinates to investigate. “I can see what you mean. I’m surprised we hadn’t seen it sooner when we were flying around this area.”

“Well we were looking for something on the ground,” admitted BDubs, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “It makes sense we didn’t notice something in the sky till now.”

“Good eyes either way, my fellow big-eyed broski. How do we want to go about this then? Should we just announce the coords in chat and risk that scumbag getting away?” asked Tango, rocking back on his heels as he himself did some thinking.

“I was hoping to somehow pass a message along without letting EvilX onto our plans. What’s the closest base to here?”

Tango thought for a moment, looking at the surrounding country-side as he did so. “You know, I think we’re pretty close to my turtle farm at the moment. Closest base to that would be Joe and Cleo’s so we could meet there. If we didn’t want to draw as much suspicion though, we’d probably want to meet up at Jevin’s base or Stress’s base, since they are located pretty close to the center of the search pattern.”

BDubs nodded and thought for a second, but decided speed would be more valuable than caution. “Let’s have them meet at Joe and Cleo’s base. Anyone late to the meeting we can meet along the way back and let them know what’s going on as we go to raid.”

With the plan set, Tango quickly put out a message saying that all search party members should meet at Joe and Cleo’s base for a meeting about a potential new search pattern. BDubs hoped that the other Hermits wouldn’t waste too much time in flying down by complaining or asking too many questions that could potentially blow their cover. Glancing down at his communicator as they took off in Joe and Cleo’s direction, he saw most of the chat filled with confused but willing Hermits. He looked away to focus on his flight, and thanked his lucky stars that the other Hermits were able to take a hint better than he could.

“Don’t worry Etho, we’re coming. We know where you are, we just gotta break in,” BDubs muttered to himself, happy to already see the skeletal structure of Joe and Cleo’s mega-build castle. He could see Cleo, XB, and Hypno already gathering in the center of the small town at the base of the castle, and BDubs just hoped the rest of the searchers would be there soon. “Just hold on…”

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Etho came to to see EvilXisuma’s mask right in his face. To complain about the inconvenience of still being attached to the chair (though he had managed to get his left arm entirely removed from the cuff and was working on both of his legs, but then again his upper arm was still pinned to the chair.), Etho decided the most expedient way was to spit on EvilXisuma’s mask. He managed to get some spittle and blood onto the mask on his first try, so he counted it as success, even though he was immediately punched in the face. Admittedly, the punch barely registered as pain, since he was already in so much pain constantly. But he had been in so much pain for so long, it just didn’t really register anymore in general. Sure, his body would shudder, and squirm, and instinctively try to get away; but the rest of him just tried focusing on getting out of his binds a little more every time he respawned. 

“Well Ethoslab, I was going to say it’s been a pleasure, but after such a rude greeting, I think I’m just going to leave the punch as my response to our time together. Unfortunately for me, I must be off. Your friends seem to have caught on to our whereabouts, so I’ll leave you with a little present and then I’ll be off. If, for whatever reason Xisuma can’t figure out respawn, I might make a second appearance. Wouldn’t want you all to suffer needlessly for the sins of a few.”

Etho tried to glare at EvilXisuma, but he just couldn’t get his face to respond, so he settled for just being generally unresponsive, since his tongue never did grow back after all the respawns. His breathing picked up though as EvilXisuma pulled out a water bucket. Dread pooled in his stomach as he began to realize what final hell EvilXisuma was planning on leaving him in. “I can see you understand what my present is for you, and I know those watching are probably very aware as well. So I’ll just finish up and I wish you the best till your friends come by to save you. I’m sure you can recover from this kind of repeated respawn.”

With that, EvilXisuma created a small tower of cobble behind Etho’s chair and set the bucket of water loose on the top of the tower. And of course, the water flowed down and over Etho himself. Before the water covered his head, he managed a single breath, and he held it as long as he could as he felt the water cover his entire head. Through the water, he watched EvilXisuma fiddle with his communicator and then disappear as if he had never been there in the first place.

Etho tried that first breath to hold onto it as long as possible. But his lungs were not infinite, and he eventually succumbed to the lack of air.

“Ethoslab drowned whilst trying to escape EvilXisuma.”

“Ethoslab drowned”

“Ethoslab drowned”

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“Ethoslab drowned”

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“Ethoslab drowned”

“Ethoslab drowned”

“Ethoslab drowned”

“Ethoslab drowned” “ETHO!!”

[pixelfun20]

Flower Fields, Ch 1

Summary: Season 7 of Hermitcraft has begun, and their newest and youngest member, Tubbo, is more than ready to prove himself in the eyes of his friends. New memories are made and friendships are forged, but old ghosts from the past still linger, and Tubbo will soon discover that fate has a way of letting things come full circle.

Notes: This an fic idea I legitimately came up with yesterday, based off of @give-grian-rights ‘s Watcher!Tubbo and Watcher!Tommy AU (I hope you don’t mind! I just loved this idea). I wrote this a single evening, let it sit for the night, and decided to publish it today. I hope you guys like it! Just to note, I haven’t finalized a title (or plot, besides some major points) yet, so if y’all have any ideas, let me know!

Chapter 1:

I'm not yours, and you're not mine

But we can sit and pass the time

For a moment, he floated in darkness.

Then in the next, he was falling through the air.

He didn’t fall far, thankfully, and his impact was cushioned by another body right underneath him.

Tubbo groaned, blinking against the bright rays of the sun as he tried to adjust from the darkness that had just encompassed him. He shifted, feeling rough cloth underneath him, and realized he was lying on someone.

“Oh! Sorry!” He exclaimed, swiftly moving off the other. He looked down as he saw a man with dark brown hair, a beard, and a leather jacket sit up, rolling his shoulders with a wince. “I think I spawned right on top of you, xB.”

xBCrafted just chuckled, pulling himself up to his feet. Tubbo followed him, cracking his back as he went, and looked around, trying to discern where he was.

Ah, man. It seemed like they had spawned on a small, sandy island, that was, worst of all, completely devoid of trees. Already it was crowding with the arrival of the other Hermits, with a few more pairs repeating the same situation as he and xB, spawning one on top of the other in the enclosed space. In the distance, he could see a large mooshroom island looming above the waves, but besides that there was nothing in sight.

“Looks like we’ll be going for a swim today!” xB chirped as Iskall spawned a foot or so away from them, landing face-first in the sand. “X wasn’t lying when he said we’d have a tricky time starting the Season.”

“And here I was hoping to stay dry,” Tubbo sighed as Iskall shot up, spluttering sand in the air. The two of them laughed at his sorry state.

“Very funny, you two,” the elder man grumbled. Iskall85, or Iskall as he was commonly known, looked considerably older than the two friends, perhaps in his early thirties. He had semi-long, scraggly brown hair and a cybernetic eye, as well as a green sweatshirt and brown vest.

“Oho, is that Scar?” xB exclaimed. Tubbo followed his gaze, and sure enough, a man in a purple bathrobe and dyed-white hair had just spawned, half in the water. Ah, GoodTimesWithScar was an odd one, alright, he thought with a laugh.

“What did he do?” Tubbo giggled. Scar turned towards them, seeming to hear his comment, and put his hands on his hips.

“I’m sorry, Tubbo,” he announced semi-solemnly. “The wizard life has chosen me.”

Iskall nearly cackled at that, throwing his head back, and xB and Tubbo joined him. Trust Scar to find new and creative ways to start the season! Tubbo made a mental note to drop by in a few weeks and see where this new bit got him.

“Looking good, Scar!” Stress said, coming up behind him. The shortest of the Hermits, she wore a pink jacket and kept her straight brown hair short and to the chin. “How’re you doing, Tub?”

“Great!” Tubbo chirped back. “Excited to start the Season right.”

“Let me know if you need anything, love,” she added, clapping her hands together. “That goes for all of you! I’d chat for longer, but Mumbo and I have some plans we need to discuss. See you all in a bit!” And with that she was gone, hopping over to the other side of the island. Scar went right on her heels, jogging over to Cubfan135 (a balding man in a lab coat around Iskall’s age), who was standing next to Mumbo Jumbo.

Tubbo scanned over the rapidly growing group of people, grinning once he caught sight of a flash of black-striped yellow armor in the crowd. 

“Hey! X!” He called out, waving. A man fully covered in armor, painted to resemble a bee, looked over to them. Through his vizor, Tubbo could see the corners of his brown eyes crinkle in the tell-tale sign of a smile, and he approached the trio. “Love the outfit!”

“Thank you, Tubbo,” XisumaVoid replied, patting him on the shoulder. “I’m quite liking your new design, too.”

Tubbo fought back a blush, looking down at himself. Like the elder man, he’d changed up his usual outfit to celebrate the newest mob addition to Season 6, the bees. He’d changed into a yellow jacket with black stripes on the sleeves over a gray shirt, as well as black pants with a yellow stripe down the sides. 

“Alrighty, I’ll be leaving you two to your father-son bonding,” Iskall cut in, waving a hand as he walked off. “I’m going to go catch up with Keralis.”

“Oh, will you stop with that!” Xisuma said good-naturedly as Tubbo really did his best not to blush. xB laughed again. Iskall just whistled, walking over to where Keralis, a man in his late thirties in a blue shirt and jeans, had just spawned. The server’s admin turned back to Tubbo. “Sorry about that. You know how he can be.”

Tubbo just shook his head a bit, trying to suppress a smile. Ah, it’d been far too long since the Hermits had all been in one place like this. He’d missed the action of it all.

He, Xisuma, and xB chatted together for a few minutes as everyone spawned in and caught their bearings. It seemed everyone had big plans for the Season. While he and Xisuma had gone with a bee theme, xB was apparently planning to really Hermit out the season, far away from spawn. Scar was certainly embracing the wizard part of himself, and rumor had it BDubs and Doc were going to be neighbors, which was a recipe for disaster and, more importantly, funny stories. 

“Okay, everyone!” It was Keralis’ shout that drew the twenty-some players out of their respective conversations. Almost unconsciously, they’d formed an oval around the perimeter of their tiny spawn island. “Intro time! Let’s go, X!”

“What? Why me?” Xisuma protested, but Keralis just laughed and took his place back in the circle.

“C’mon, admin,” Tubbo teased him with an elbow to the side. Xisuma sighed, rolling his shoulders, then stepped out into the center of the island.

“Alright everyone. Welcome to Hermitcraft Season 7! Go!” He clapped his hands together and dashed back towards the shore, the circle immediately breaking up as the Hermits split into their groups and dove into the ocean. Tubbo laughed as he waved goodbye to xB, who took off in a different direction as he went to follow X.

The water was nice and lukewarm, and soon enough Tubbo was backstroking over the ocean. He looked up at the bright blue sky, and smiled.

~~~~~~~~~

They spent most of the first day collecting supplies. 

As it turned out, both FalseSymmetry, Hypnotizd, and ZombieCleo had decided to go in the same direction as he and Xisuma, so they ended up gathering their first bits of wood and stone together. Then there was some issue with the server that caused Xisuma to have to dive deep into the server code, in the open, at midnight, so their first night went without much sleep and with a lot of mob fighting instead.

“Well,” Cleo said the next morning, twirling her axe as Tubbo set to cooking some meat for breakfast. “That could have gone better.”

“I think the first night went just fine, thank you very much,” False shot back, sharpening her newly-minted stone sword. “I’m going to be honest, though, I’m not used to going out at night without an elytra. Or armor. Or a decent sword.”

“Hey, but did you see how many mobs I killed?” Tubbo put in, pulling out some pork chops and tossing one to Cleo. “I’m a god, I tell you.”

“Yes,” Xisuma replied. He was still sitting on one of the beds they’d made, and was double checking some of the code. “God of giving me heart attacks.”

“Not my fault you messed up part of the code! I saved your life!”

“I’d suggest you remember who bandaged that arrow wound, kid.”

Tubbo’s hand flew to his shoulder, where his jacket was torn slightly, and he blushed. “I’m not a kid!”

Everyone turned and gave him a flat look, and Tubbo blushed harder, looking down. It was no secret that he was, by far, the youngest person on the server. Most players were in their late twenties, like False and Impulse, to their late thirties, like Scar and Doc. Even the youngest before he’d arrived had been Mumbo and xB, at 24 and 19 respectively. At just barely 16, Tubbo was, well, a child compared to them.

Loathe as he was to admit it. It had been hard enough in the beginning, when he’d arrived unexpectedly at the beginning of Season 6. No one had been expecting any new players to join that Season, much less a mentally scarred 14-year-old, and he’d ended up being coddled for the first six months or so. Heck, he’d lived with Xisuma until he’d grown so tired of it he’d had to run off and make his own base without asking him, because the answer would have been no.

He was perfectly capable of living on his own! It was just… well, Tubbo knew he wasn’t as good as the others. He couldn’t make the huge, rolling complexes or over complicated redstone machines that did everything for you like the other hermits did. Of course, it made sense; he had a lot less experience and was still learning these things. But it didn’t help the fact that the others, well, they didn’t look down on him, per se, but they were always a little too willing to help, a little too protective. 

“Sure,” Cleo was drawling teasingly, drawing him out of his thoughts. Tubbo snorted and looked down at his breakfast with a shake of his head, starting to eat. 

“Oh, let him be,” Hypno put in, grabbing some food for himself. “I remember being that age. Young and ready to take on the world. At least he doesn't have any creaky old bones. I’m already feeling my back in the mornings.”

“Alrighty then!” Xisuma announced after a moment of silence, rising from his bed and closing the admin screens. “Looks like all the post-spawn bugs have been taken care of. I’m ready to head out for the day.”

“I guess this is where we all say goodbye, then,” False replied, twirling her sword. “I have the best idea for my base this season, but I gotta go north from here.”

“Tubbo and I are heading east.”

“West for me,” Cleo put in.

Hypno just shrugged. “I figured I’d wander for a bit before settling down.”

“No planning?” Tubbo asked, then grinned, glad for the change of subject. “I like your style, Hypno.”

The bandana-ed man inclined his head at him with a smile. He wasn’t a new player to the server, not at all, but from what Tubbo knew he hadn’t been around for a few years. Prior to the last few days as they’d prepared to jump Seasons, he’d hardly even heard of the man before, and thus didn’t know him too well.

Xisuma clapped Tubbo’s shoulder, eyes crinkling from that helmet-obscured smile of his. 

“Ready to go?” he asked.

Tubbo whooped. “Bees, here we come!”

~~~~~~~~~

Perfect.

That was the only way Tubbo could describe the place he’d come across. He sat in the branches of one of the tallest trees in the area, looking out to where the forest he’d been traversing ended and the plains biome, scattered with flowers in small patches around, with gentle hills rolling even further in the distance.

It was an idyllic location, and perfect for his plans for the Season.

Another day had passed, marking it Day 3 of Season 7. After that first somewhat disastrous night, he and Xisuma had separated from their initial group and travelled to find a base together. Xisuma had decided, for some reason, that he was going to build his base in the middle of the jungle, so they had set up camp there for the night. Come dawn, however, Tubbo was ready to go and scout for a place of his own, and with a promise to check in with Xisuma every day or so, he’d set off that morning.

It was early afternoon, now, and honestly, Tubbo was pleased with how quickly he’d found his spot. It was only a half-day’s journey, while walking, from Xisuma, so once he’d gotten elytra he’d be able to visit whenever he wanted. Besides that, news had it that Keralis and Beef were only a little ways out, which would be fun since Tubbo didn’t know them too well.

Humming quietly, Tubbo reached into his inventory and took out the only belonging he’d taken with him from Season 6－a medium-sized notebook, filled with sketches and notes on what he wanted to build and how to do it. Last Season he hadn’t been ambitious enough; Tubbo had started late thanks to living with Xisuma and then had focused on just having a base of his own that by the end of the season it had looked puny compared to the many buildings his friends/guardians had made.

He wasn’t making that mistake again. Tubbo had grand plans for this Season’s megabase, and he was going to make sure it blew everyone else out of the water.

Okay, maybe that was an over exaggeration. But Tommy had always said to aim high.

His heart twisted a bit, as it always did when he thought of his old friends. Back then, he’d known people his own age, and Wilbur and Techno had rarely held back against him when they’d interacted with him, whether through words or PvP.

He wondered how they were doing; it’d been almost two years since he’d last seen or heard from them. He wondered if they’d moved on.

He wondered if they knew he was still alive.

Tubbo shook his head, chasing the depressing thoughts out of his mind. He’d found himself thinking of his old friends less and less over the last year and half, as he’d settled into life in Hermitcraft and begun to heal from what had happened to him. Not to say he didn’t miss them, that he wasn’t missing something in his life, but, well. Even though he thought of them every once in a while, the numerous letters he’d written to Tommy, unable to be sent, had been left behind with Season 6, in a way of really starting anew.

Doc had explained it best. Life moved on, and sometimes it was best to just hold onto the old memories and work on making new ones.

He’d taken that advice to heart. Tubbo flipped open his notebook to one of the middle pages, holding it out and comparing his sketch to the open plains before him.

Yes. This biome would do quite nicely.

Season 7 was going to be something great.

[thenakedgingerwrites]

The Hypno Channel

It was a long shot and a pretty stupid plan, but since it required such little setup I figured, ‘why not?’

I had Ben over for the Saturday game. Many beers and nachos later, our team won and we were both having a blast. The rest of the gang had been busy so the night was going to be just the two of us. We thought about going out but decided to stay in and maybe call it an early night.

As Ben went outside for a smoke (which I still don’t like), I brought up Netflix. We planned to just have something on in the background while we played cards so I pulled up the documentary on hypnosis. I had already watched it a few nights ago which triggered this idea. See, early on in the documentary a guy goes through the motions of hypnotizing the viewer. It didn’t work on me, but some of the reviews said it had for a few folks.

So, plan A would be Ben watches this with me and is one of the lucky minority. Plan B was going to take some acting…

I should probably mentioned a bit about Ben. He’s straight and one of my best friends. He’s thick in all the right ways without being fat, gorgeous face, full beard, and a personality of a fucking saint. If his body didn’t make me swoon, his heart would have. The ‘straight’ thing gets in the way of that though.

Many times he would tell me that, “If I were gay, I’d totally marry you.” Which is nice and awful. Also, strange as it is for how long we’ve been friends, I’d never even seen him naked unlike most of my other friends who’ve all stripped to some degree in the past. A few different occasions we’d play strip poker but Ben never lost.

Anyway, while I didn’t expect anything crazy to happen tonight, if there was even a chance it’d end with me finally being able to see what was under his pants that would suffice me for years of masturbation material.

Here’s to hoping.

I put on the video and started to watch it while I waited for Ben to finish. When he came back in he asked what I decided to put on while he shuffled some cards.

“It’s a documentary on hypnosis. Netflix recommended it and I figured it would be calm background noise.”

“Oh cool. Never heard of it.”

“It didn’t have great reviews.” I laugh a bit. “But, it does apparently have a hypnosis part in it where the narrator tries to put you under.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Doesn’t seem like it works on most people though, so the reviews say at least.”

“Sounds like BS.” Ben said.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I might give it a try when it comes up though, just to see.”

“If it works I’m making you cluck like a chicken!” Ben imitated a rooster shriek.

“Haha. Fine. If it works on you I’m going to make you quit smoking!”

Ben raises his eyebrows at the thought. “I actually wouldn’t mind that.”

“You know, you could just quit without hypnosis.”

He scoffed, “yeah, addition is that easy to quit. That’s why no one’s addicted to anything.”

“Fine, fine. Well I’m kind of hoping it works then.”

“Me too…”

We watched the show for a few minutes but they were just talking about the history of hypnosis for now. I knew the part I wanted didn’t happen for at least 20 minutes. We decided to play a couple rounds of cards while it played.

I had actually been doing pretty good at poker and mentally wagered that if we had been playing Strip Poker Ben would have finally lost! Maybe another time…

The narrator starts to explain that he’s going to try to hypnotize you, the viewer. I didn’t want to seem too eager so I waited for Ben to catch notice of it, which thankfully, he did.

“Oh, hey. Here’s the hypnosis part.”

Ben put down his cards and grabbed his beer. I did the same and looked back to the screen.

The narrator began to explain things, “Now, you have a better understanding of how hypnosis works but I find it’s best to see first hand how it’s done. I’m going to describe a scene and I want you to visualize it as strongly as you can in your mind. Build every detail and make it a reality of your own imagination. If you focus hard enough on my words, you should be able to go into a very deep and suggestive state.”

“I’m nervous.” I say. Ben responds, “I’m actually kind of excited.”

The narrator continued. “Once your under, I’ll provide some generic suggestions to find better inner peace. Trying to be more organized in your life, letting go of the little things, et cetera. Let me be clear that I cannot make you do anything you wouldn’t want to do yourself if not for personal, arbitrary hurdles.”

“Ha!” I say. “No chicken noises from me!”

“Unless you secretly have always wanted to be a chicken!”

I roll my eyes, “Well we’ll see if you actually want to quit smoking or not, now won’t we.”

“I do, honest!” Ben, squints his eyes a bit when he thinks. “Actually, what happens if we both go under? Won’t he take us out of the trance before we can tell the other what to do?”

“Good point. I hadn’t thought of that…” Mainly because I knew that it wouldn’t work on me. “I guess if it does, we could rewatch it but one person covers their ears? I said it didn’t work on many people so I don’t think that’ll be an issue.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Oh, he’s starting!”

The narrator started to describe a beach scene, which I’d heard all before. Instead of visualizing the beach I tried to look at Ben with my peripheral vision. If the hypnosis worked on him, I’d have to pause the video after this part and try my hand at suggestion. If it didn’t, my plan was to make him think it worked on me. From there, who knows what would happen.

As the narrator continued with the scene, Ben was definitely concentrating. His eyes were squinting and he was staring at the TV, but I couldn’t tell if it was actually working or not.

Finally, when the scene was finished and the narrator started to give queues on how the viewer should start relaxing more, and saying thank you more, and enjoying life more, Ben spoke up.

“I guess it is bologna.”

Well shit. Okay, Plan B. I continued to stare at the TV and ignore Ben’s statement.

“Hey, you ‘there’?”

Still nothing from me. I wasn’t an actor by any means but sitting still and staring at a TV was a pretty easy role.

“I know you’re fucking with me.” Does he? Or is that just what anyone would say in this situation. I continued to ignore him. Ben got up from his chair but I couldn’t turn to watch what he was doing while staying in character. Suddenly the documentary was muted, close to the time where the guy was about to bring the viewer back to reality.

Ben came back and sat his chair in front of mine.

“Can you hear me?”

Okay, now the real acting begins. “Yes.” I tried to not sound like a zombie which I’ve seen some stereotypical hypnosis crap that goes too far with it. Instead I just acted calm and relaxed. Like I was getting a massage with his words.

“Are you hypnotized?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t think so.” Would I have been aware of my own hypnosis if I were?

“Hmm. Bark like a dog.”

Really, Ben? The narrator made it very clear that I wouldn’t do things I didn’t want to do. How do I steer him towards the right answer?

“I don’t want to.” I said back to him.

“Ugh. Are you fucking with me, man?”

“I don’t think so.” I say back.

I can see his wheels turning, trying to figure out how to see if I’m really hypnotized but coming up blank.

“How do you feel?” He finally asks.

Okay, I can work with this. Let’s see…

“Relaxed. A little warm.”

“Warm, huh?”

Come’on! Take the bait, Ben!

He mulls it over. We’re at my house, just us, so there’s really no risk here Ben.

“Take off your pants then.”

“Wha..” I catch myself. I honestly was expecting my shirt as the toe-in-the-water move but he skipped some steps and it caught me off guard. Quickly, I realize he’s testing me. My shirt might have been too easy. Although, still. You start here?

“You said you’re warm. Taking off your pants would help cool you down.”

I’m looking at him and he has a devilish grin. It’s totally a test. Well fuck you Ben. I’m going to win this game one way or another.

I stand up. “You’re right. It would.” I try to keep a calm in my voice even though I’m excited and nervous. Unbuckling my belt was easy and I just as quick popped the four buttons on my jeans and shimmied them down my legs. I stepped out of them, kicked them to the side of the living room, and sit back down.

“Better?” Ben asks timidly.

“I think so.”

I can’t just answer yes or else where would he go with this. Sitting there in my boxer briefs and t-shirt probably would have made me a teeny chilly but my blood is pumping so fast. The heat from the moment is rising to my face and I can tell it’s about to run somewhere else if I don’t pull it together.

“Well you could always lose the shorts too.”

Here we go.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I reply. I’m supposed to be more liberated and suggestible but not a zombie. I figured I can’t give my underwear up so easily.

“Why not?”

“Well, you’re here. I haven’t been naked in front of you before.”

“But you’ve thought about it, right?”

Shit, now we’re adding truths into these dares? Well, honesty’s the best policy.

“Yes.”

“How often?” 

“How often have I thought about being naked in front of you?”

“Yeah. Do you think about that a lot?”

“Probably once a week or so,” I sheepishly reply.

Ben laughs. “Once a week?! I know you think I’m hot but we need to find you a boyfriend.”

I just sit there awkwardly. I’m not sure what I should do next.

“Well now’s your chance. I don’t mind. Get comfortable.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

Ben sits back on the chair near me, reclines, and raises his hands behind his head. “Positive.”

Standing up again, I know I can’t hesitate. It’s like I’m standing at the edge of a cliff. I want to peer over, to second guess myself, but any hesitation may give up my act and I want to see where this ends.

With a quick, surgical motion I push my briefs down to the floor where they pool at my ankles. I fight the urge to cover myself as Ben stares at my cock. It’s barely hard, hanging limp at probably 4 inches.

Ben had never seen my penis before now. I’d seen his butt a couple times when he’s mooned the guys as a joke and caught most of his pubes one night when his shorts sagged too much, but he’s never seen anything on my that I can remember. And now here he is, staring at my exposed cock just a few feet from him.

I sit back down but keep my legs spread to reiterate how comfortable I am now. I decide to sigh to clear the silence and reaffirm that.

“Hmm. This feels good.” I say.

Ben clears his throat and looks up at me. I can tell he’s working out the odds. He’s wondering if I just showed him my cock as a joke, to try and catch him doing something he shouldn’t or if I really am under some sort of spell. Then again, if I was just trying to catch him doing something gay he already got me naked. I guess he could say he was just doing that to test my limits though.

Again, he just stares into my eyes, then to my cock, then to my eyes. “Are you fucking with me?” he finally asks.

“No, why?”

I can see his eyebrows furrow as he directs his eyes at my cock. I pretend to not pick up on the gesture and he leans his head back like he can’t believe this.

He finally stands up and walks over towards me. My heart’s going a mile a minute when he reaches out to me, and grabs the remote. He rewinds the documentary back to where the hypnotist starts attempting to put the audience under.

“Watch this.” He tells me.

I obey, and rewatch the segment. I’m not sure what he had in mind but I decided to assume he thought watching it again would put me deeper under or something. Hedging on that bet, I begin to act more lethargic and bit more zombie like. It’s actually easier to act that way then just calm believe it or not.

Once the hypnotist gets to the commands, Ben mutes it and makes up some of his own rules.

“Can you hear me?”

“Yes.” I say, super monotone.

“You are hypnotized.” Kinda breaking the 4th wall there, Benny. “You are feeling very compliant and will do whatever people tell you to do, whether you want to or not.”

“I will.”

“Now bark.”

I bark.

“Take off your shirt.”

I do.

I’m sitting there now, completely naked, with Ben standing over me. I’ve since chubbed up a bit but still probably only 5 inches, not my full 7.

“Fuck this…” Ben says under his breath.

I can tell he’s really struggling with his decisions. It didn’t occur to me that he’s probably not weighing the chance that this is a rouse but instead the consequence of what he’s thinking of doing to me. If only I could tell him nothing was off limits.

“Unbutton my pants.”

My eyes definitely widened. I looked up to him but thank God he’s looking up at the ceiling, like he can’t look at me do what he just told me to do.

I don’t want him to retract it though so like the good little, naked zombie I am, I reach for his jeans. Ben’s not wearing a belt so I simply unbutton the first button. His jeans have a zipper and I decide to be literal with his command and stop. Sitting there obediently.

“Fuck. Take my jeans off.”

Thank you. I reach back for his zipper and pull it down slowly. His jeans are a bit baggy even though he’s more built than I am, so they fall to the floor. His boxer briefs are gray, and boring. Probably from a Hanes pack or something. However, they’re not baggy and I get my first good look at Ben’s bulge.

It’s huge, in my opinion. It’s hard to make out what’s cock and what’s balls but it’s hefty.

I instinctively lick my lips but Ben must have looked back down to me. “You want that, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“How bad?”

“More than anything.”

“Sniff it.”

Oh you kinky bitch. I lean in towards his package and take a whiff. He’s not super sweaty but the musk is undeniably incredible. In an instant I’m hard and my cock is bobbing between my legs. Ben notices.

“I guess you really do want it.”

I risk a bit but couldn’t help myself. When I take my next whiff I lightly press my nose against his cock bulge. My God I could cum right now.

“Do you want to see my dick?”

“Yes, Ben.”

“Take off my underwear.”

[smashedcocobeans]

Coco's hypno-hose campaign reaches a little higher up the food chain when she gets Prof. Goodwitch into her game. And when Winter Schnee visits Beacon, a little help from the now entranced Teacher and a pair of the hose in Atlas army uniform colors ensnares Coco another plaything. Coco's not sure what's more pleasing, the erotic games or seeing these high and mighty huntresses reduced to mindless, obedient, hypnohose-wearing pets. Perhaps both?

Glynda was an easy next choice. She sat in her class with three of her other Hypnotized sluts, unbeknownst to the bombshell teacher. Velvet sat next to her with smeared makeup from hours of faceducking just before her class, Pyrrha was told to touch herself under her desk for the entire class, and Cinder got up to stretch every thirty minutes, showing off her impressive cleavage and hefty cock to the rows surrounding her everytime. Coco decided she’d let in Glynda so that she could make another powerful woman at this school her obedient mindless pet.

Glynda was well known as being open to tutoring at anytime outside of her classroom, so Coco devised a plan to catch the good Professor red handed. Or more accurately, Ruby handed.

As the empty headed rose knocked on Goodwitch’s door, Coco was confident that she’d already won. Ruby sat down with a pout in front of the teachers desk and mopped about her lack of understanding on their most recent lesson. Glynda kindly offered to teach Ruby privately and the team leader was absolutely giddy. She sprung up from her seat and wrapped her in a warm embrace. Glynda was surprised but politely returned the hug before returning to her desk to begin privately teaching the bait set before her.

Ruby hovered over her teachers shoulder, almost inappropriately close as she watched, Glynda blushing at the warm heat and pleasant rose sent radiating off of her. About ten minutes in, an soft but noticeable clang hit the floor beneath Ruby.

The two looked down to a soaking wet metallic bullet vibe that had fallen from between Ruby’s legs. The rose feigned embarrassment, while Glynda blushed brightly and could not stop her mind from racing with dirty thoughts about her student. Ruby offered anything to keep her Professor silent about what happened, truly anything. It was was as Glynda took her up on her offer that Coco knocked on the door.

Coco walked into a seemingly vacant room, save for Proffessor Goodwitch who was sitting straight up in her chair and her face redder than a tomato.

“Uhhh Professor Goodwitch? Is this a bad time? I need some help?”

“Yes! Yes, uhm, Miss Adel that...~ that depends on what it is you need. I’m a very~..busy woman you know!”

Coco subtly smirked as she knew her pet was obediently beneath her teachers desk, eating her out with a passion and zeal that the older woman had never felt before.

“Well it’s about our last times paper assignment you had us do. I know the content pretty well, it’s just that I feel like so many other students are faster than me.”

As the subtle command hung in the air, Ruby began to roll her tongue faster and faster against her teacher. Subtly activating her semblance, the pet was able to make Glynda ball up her fist and bite her lip to keep from cracking her facade.

“Y y y you don’t have to worry Miss Adel!! You’re one of my best students. You are doing very well in my class with no reason to~~~worry!”

“Really? Cause I heard from some upper class man that this clas get a lot harder. I wouldn’t wanna be passed up by one of those energetic freshman like Ruby!”

Glynda swore under her breath as her students tongue dug deeper inside of her and she felt like she was being devoured. She let out a light moan, but caught herself before letting out anymore. Coco smiled as that was all the sign she needed.

“Alright well, I believe you Proffessor. Thanks for letting me cum by.~”

With the final command, Glynda was made to have the most soul shattering orgasm of her life ! She gripped her desk for dear life, but it wasn’t enough to keep her secret from being exposed as she shouted in ecstasy and Ruby was drenched in her cum.

Glynda pleaded with Coco not to tell anyone about what she saw. She was desperate and pleading, so of course Coco agreed.

On one condition.

No one even noticed Glynda’s new fashion choice or her glazed over eyes sitting above a cum drunk smile. She began to give more “private lessons” to Coco and the rest of her fellow pets. She even started “forgetting” to wear a bra to class and leaning over her students desks.

Several weeks later, Winter Schnee arrived at beacon with one goal in mind. Find out why Weiss’s grades were slipping in a class she’d previously been excelling in.

Winter knew that Schee’s were a proud bunch, and a direct approach would likely not yield any real results. So she decided to observe her sister more subtly within the class. All seemed well, Weiss had her eyes locked on her instructor, she took notes, she even asked questions on the topic: so why was she in danger of failing?

All became clear as Winter watched Professor Goodwitch arrive at Weiss’s desk to check in her work. Weiss’s eyes never left her teachers chest, and a subtle hand under her skirt may have gone unoticed by her Professor but not by her sister. She couldn’t believe her sister was being swept up in such carnal distractions. She’d have to have a talk with Glynda on the best way to approach this roadblock.

As Winter arrived at Glynda’s office it was much different than she remembered it. The usually warm academic decor was much more plush and darkly colored. Soft coffee colored futons and loveseats sat in the corner. The bookcases were replaced with large modern cabinets and heavy padlocked trunks. Even the usually inviting natural light of the room was replaced with almost sensual amber light. Glynda still resided at her desk, so Winter dismisses these changes as simple distractions as she made her way to her long time friend.

“Hello Glynda, I need to have a talk with you about Weiss.”

“Of course, what can u help you with?”

“I cannot believe I am admitting this to you, but it seems that my sister has become infatuated with you! It’s no real surprise, you’ve turned heads as long as I’ve known you. But I cannot allow her grades to suffer due to her own....budding maturity!”

Glynda touched a hand to her lips. Feigned shock spread across it as her naked lower region was hidden by her heavy oak desk. Weiss had come into this office multiple times, receiving many lessons on “oral ediqit” and “passionate stamina”. Glynda’s personal tutoring lessons had changed quite a bit since her tights had handed over her thoughts to her new Mistress. Who coincidentally was on her way to her office right now!

“I’m so sorry that you had to come all this way for such a silly reason Winter! But it may be all for the best. We will confront Weiss together and get this all sorted out. Oh but first! These came in the mail. They weee addresses to Weiss but I assume that was a mistake since they are a part of a new ‘atlas standard uniform.’ They just arrived today, so it must be a recent change. You can use my side room here if you’d like to try them on!”

Glynda offered the elder Schnee a sealed plactic package containing a sheer white pair of pantyhose. Winter looked at them quizzically, but she had no reason not to believe Glynda. She was often not told about changes made at atlas until their implementation.

In the privacy of the side room, Winter was able to strip out of the bottom of her uniform and admire the material of her new tights. She loved the soft yet durable texture of them, feeling as if she was being cradled by a cloud. As opposed to the usually practical tights she had on, these were heaven.

As she secured the rest of her clothing, Winter was greeted by several new visitors to the office. Cinder was naked from the waist up and was currently plowing Pyrrha from behind as they were bent over the desk. Both of their eyes were glassed over as they rutted and fucked like animals. Ruby and Velvet had their collars attached by an extremely short leash, causing them to passionately make out as they rode vibrating Toys. Even Glynda had a leash on currently being rugged towards the dripping wet pussy of Coco Adel. Coco smirked as she sat on her plush futon in her office. She threw her head back and moaned as Glynda ate her out obediently, before locking eyes and holding up a dark blue collar with silver and white accents.

“Hello there pet~~~ You may call me Mistress. Why don’t you strip out of those heavy clothes, walk over here, get on your knees, and let me teach you how to be a good little slut~~”

[bald-tales]

Billys Turn - by Titan

This Is the sequel to No going Back.

Now that the kid was completely under hypnosis, Jake wondered what he should do to this nosy kid. Billy was certainly a handsome boy, however, Jake was happy enough with Boon as his personal slave; he didn't have room for two slaves. "Hmmm. What was that he called me before?" Jake said to himself, "Fat pervert I think it was." A smile now creased Jakes face. He went to a drawer in his counter and returned with a cassette tape; he inserted it into a small tape deck built into his Hypno -Light. Turning it on the subliminal message contained on this tape, would be imprinted in Billy's memory. Now it was time to finish up Boon. By dawn, Boons' hair was a thing of the past. His skin colour on his body now matched his head. Hugh, gold, rings went through his nipples, he now wore a PA through his cock. Jake was now finished. It had certainly been a long night, and without sleep, however, Tuesdays he was closed anyway, so now he would catch up on some sleep. Jake asked Boon to go upstairs and lie down for a while. Boon dutifully obeyed. Jake turned his attention, back to Billy. Switching off the tape he'd been playing, Jake leant in nice and close. The melodic music could still be heard, emitting from the Lamp. Jake began to speak softly,"Billy, can you hear me?" "Yes", replied Billy vacantly. "Billy, you will want to come to my shop, every Monday evening, without fail. You can't stand being this real man, stuck in a boy's body, can you?" "No sir", replied Billy. "I can help you become that real man...... but tell no one, it will be our little secret." "Yes sir" Jake began to remove all Billys restraints, then raised the Hypno - Light above Billys head, "Now Billy, when I count to three, you will be fully awake, and you will not remember what went on here tonight, except, that you were here for your weekly haircut. One....Two...........Three......Now your fully awake." Billy opened his eyes, and blinking for a moment, looked straight up at Jake. "Now Billy, that should do you for today, I'll see you next week," said Jake with a barbers cape in hand, pretending he'd just removed it from around Billy. Billy just smiled, "thanks alot; man I feel alot better after sitting in that chair." "Your very welcome." Said Jake as he showed Billy to the door. He was looking forward to seeing how quickly, Billys new programming, worked. Over the next few days, Billy, found himself continually at odds with himself and his surroundings. For one thing, he didn't like the way his apartment was furnished. It was far too prissy, and his wardrobe; everything in there was really for teenager. The biggest thing that Billy notice, was how odd he looked in the mirror. He thought he looked anorexic, and way too smooth......what had happened to him? He consoled himself by raiding the fridge. He still had left-over pizza and plenty of beer. What Billy didn't know, was that this was the beginning of his ascent towards his new life, courtesy of Jakes Barbershop. The re-programming he had been subjected to, was working. At Jakes Barbershop, Boon had become a bit of a tourist attraction. He was quite the Mongol cock-slave, as he would service Jakes customers while they were seated in the chair. Nobody could possibly guess what this boy had looked like before. Jake had even added some tattoos; tribal patterns down Boon's left shoulder and arm, and his right thigh and down to this foot. Boon's duties besides sucking cock was making drinks for the clients, taking appointments and cleaning up around the shop and storeroom. Not forgetting looking after his masters' needs. "Right on cue," said Jake to Boon as he heard the front door buzzer sound. It was Monday, 6pm, and that had to be Billy from across the road, here for his weekly appointment. As Jake opened the front door, he was very surprised in the changes already evident in Billy after just one week. He looked a few years older than his eighteen years, as his beard stubble was a few days old. His hair, which had been carefully styled previously, was now, heavily gelled and brushed back over the top of his head. He wore faded baggy denims, with a check oversized, flannel shirt; he looked more like a young truck driver. "Come in Billy, your right on time," said Jake, leading Billy through to the shop. "Now, sit yourself down, make yourself comfortable, and we will get started." "Ah, thanks," replied Billy as he sat in the chrome barbers chair. Since Billy left Jakes' last Tuesday morning, his whole mindset had changed, just as Jake had planned. Firstly, his appetite was hugh. He was eating, high fat, high calorie meals, all day long. Already he'd had to buy some new clothes, as he felt a strain trying on the old ones. Not that it mattered; he didn't like his clothes hanging in the wardrobe very much. Another change in Billy, was his recent visit to a leather bar. He'd never been to one before, but he now found himself attracted to older men, especially the leather bears. He thought they looked great with all that bodyhair, their huge, bushy beards and pot bellies. He couldn't work out why he was so attracted, in fact, he believed he always had been attracted. He knew he wanted to be more like them. "Now, What's it going to be, today?" asked Jake, as he started to raise the chair. "Well", stammered Billy, "I've sort of been wanting a more manly haircut..... my hair is way too long, it makes me look like a skinny kid". Jake smiled, realising the kid was responding better than he thought to the brainwashing. "Leave everything to me, I know just the style". "Ah Boon, there you are. Just in time to help me with Billys haircut". Boon came over to the chair. Billy had an odd feeling he'd met this dark guy before. Well he supposed it must have been the last time he was here. Boon got down between Billys legs and started to undo the buttons. Billy was stunned but didn't resist. It was feeling kind of natural to have this hairless asian, suck on his cock. "All part of the service," smiled Jake as he grabbed a pair of his Wahl clippers, and selecting a number two guard, fired them up, and proceeded to run the vibrating teeth, up the back of Billys head, exposing pale skin in their wake. Billy found the combination of the clippers chewing away his hair and the cock sucking to be the most erotic thing he'd ever seen or felt. He did'nt want it to end, and so he was more than pleased when he felt the clippers on top of his head. Jake continued running the clippers all over Billys head, further and further until Billys hairline was history. Billy was disappointed when he heard the clippers switch off, but realised it was only temporary, as Jake told him he was going for a number one setting. Now, as the number one blade reduced the hair length to just stubble, Billy couldn't contain himself any more. He shot a huge load down Boons throat. "You seemed to enjoy that Billy", Jake said as he finished using the clippers over the top of Billys scalp. "Yeh, sure did. I must admit I like this haircut a whole lot better than the one I came in with." Billy replied, running his hand over the buzzed scalp. "I think we can do more with the hair," said Jake. "Something to make you look alot more of a man, what do you say?" "Your the boss", returned Billy,as he settled back in the chair. "Why don't you relax?" Jake said as he started to ready the Hypno-Light. "Ah, whats with the big lamp," asked Billy as he noticed it coming down towards him with lamps blazing. "Oh, it's just something to make you feel good about yourself", answered Jake. Before he could ask any more questions, he heard ambient music. The soft music made him relax,and soon the lamp was covering his eyes: Just as he was starting to wonder what that strange smell was, everything went black. When Jake had thought the Hypno-Light had been on long enough, he raised it off Billys head. "Now Boon, take this lotion and rub it all over his body," Jake said as he handed his 'hair growth accelerator' to Boon. "We are going to make our Billy into the exact opposite of the kind of guy his normally interested in, and his going to want it," Jake continued as he injected a combination of steriods into Billys arm. Boon seemed happy to help, he had no recollection of his past life, he just knew he should always try to please his Master Barber. Jake continued to work on Billys hair. He took a tub of the permanent hair removal cream, and started to smear it all over the remaining stubble on the top of Billys head, blending it carefully at the sides to create a perfect male pattern baldness, look. He dipped it low in the back, then turned his attention to Billys face. He applied the 'hair growth accellerator' to Billys face, laying it on very thick. Next he applied it to the eyebrows. Happy with his work so far, Jake decided to pierce Billys earlobes, with large silver rings, one dangling from each lobe. He certainly was going to end up looking alot freakier when Jake was finished with him. Jake would make sure he'd soon have a pierced septum, and of course his nipples and a PA for his lengthened cock. Billys new body hair was starting to really show. Wherever Boon had applied the special lotion, dark hairs were starting to penetrate through the skin. His face was already starting to show the signs of a decent beard growth. The kid would never had been able to grow a beard at this length before and certainly not the length and thickness it would be in another half hour. When Jake was sure the cream on Billys head was completely dry, he took a wet cloth and began to wipe the cream away, removing all the stubble from the top of Billys head. Billy looked twenty years older already. Jake proceeded to use a small electrolysis needle to remove the individual hairs to soften the line between the bald area and the fringe. No one would be able to tell that Billys MPB was man made. Billys beard was thick and bushy now. It really contrasted with his denuded head. Thick dark hair was growing on Billys arms over his shoulders, continuing all over his chest and down to his pubes. His legs were completely covered in thick dark hair, and so was his back. His eyebrows were thicker and almost joined in the middle. Taking a small set of clippers he began to fashion the beard into a more conservative style, giving the full beard a sharp, defined edge, paying particular attention to the moustache area. "Boon, I think it's time to wake our patient", said Jake as he gulped down a beer he had Boon bring earlier. Lowering the Light again, he started up the music, and this time a stimulant was being released within the dome that surrounded Billys face. "Wh... wh....where.... am .....I.....?", Billy began to mutter as he came to. "In Jakes Barbershop, you wanted us to make you over into a real man, and I think you'll like what we've done!" said Jake as he took another gulp on his beer. Billy realised he was looking at himself in the mirror, "What the hell?" But then he noticed his arms and legs, the bushy beard. He felt this was more how he wanted to look, a real bear! "How did you do this is so short time?" asked Billy as he ran a hand through his beard and up over his scalp. "Jakes a magician!" replied Jake. Billy was very happy; he even paid Jake a hefty tip. Over the coming months, Billy became the bear he wanted to be. With continued injections of steriods, combined with Billys hugh appetite, he bulked up and weighed in at 300 lbs. His cock had been lengthened and sported a huge PA and four barbells down it's length. His nipples had been pierced, and he was now wearing a large ring through his septum. He now sported a goatee that had been dyed black, with the mustache left thicker. Jake had also removed the remaining fringe hair on Billy, making him permanently bald just like Jake. Even his speech and manner took on that of a working class guy, in fact, a fellow bear he had started seeing regular basis, had got him a job at his factory. Billy was now Bill, and still obeying his programming; going to Jakes for his Monday Appointments. But Jake still had plans for Billy. He still hadn't forgotten being called a 'fat pervert'. But there was plenty of time. Part 4 Billy was only 18 years old when he first started to visit Jake's Barbershop. Well, he had actually been programmed to go to the shop every Monday, through mind control and hypnosis. Now, after only 12 months, Billy looked more like a 50 year old Bear. Jake had continued his weekly steriod shots to bulk the kid up, and with a combination of appetite stimulators and body gain shakes, Billy had certainly piled on the pounds; 450 pounds to be precise. Billys own mother would never recognise him now, his belly protruding so far out in front, he couldn't see his feet. His beard was salt and pepper coloured, growing thick and luxuriant, trimmed just to the bottom of his earlobes. His scalp was completely denuded of all hair, just like Jakes. The constant steriod intake had thickened his neck, and produced massive shoulders. His body hair was dark and grew thickly, even down his back. Basically, Jake had turned, Billy into the exact opposite of the type of guy, Billy would be attracted to. It was Monday evening, and here was 'Bill' for his weekly appointment. Jake decided that this was the day for retribution - for Bill to remember his life as Billy. Lowering the Hypno-Light, he turned it on as he lowered it well over Bills eyes. Soon ambient music could be heard, and Jake knew that a new tape he had inserted earlier would now be playing. "Let's see if we can turn Bill back into Billy, eh Boon?" said Jake with a grin to his Mongol slave. Boon was still with Jake and still loyal, with no recollections of his previous life. Boons body had become even more impressive. A combination of drugs along with a strict training program, had turned Boon into a very vascular body builder, with barely any body fat anywhere on his hairless body. After another hour, Jake raised the Hypno-Light and turned the tape off. Now, Jake bent down and began to speak in an even tone to the still unconscious Bill, "you can hear my voice, can't you Bill? You know who I am and you can remember everything from your past. You are only 19 years old, you remember this, but you know you can't return to your life as a teenager, you don't want to. You enjoy looking like a leather bear; It makes you real horny, seeing all that hair growing on your face, and you can hardly stop yourself from shooting your load when you touch your smooth head. You love rubbing your huge belly, you accept that this look is your life from now on, as punishment from your Barber, Jake. You know you must do what ever Jake says". Jake continued to enforce the hypnotic suggestions, and along with the tape that he had played earlier, he knew that Bill would remember being Billy again. The only difference would be he would accept his new look, even get off on it. "When I count to three, you'll awake feeling refreshed and at ease. One.....Two.......Three." "Hey Billy, you must have drifted off for a moment, now what was it we were going to do for you today?" "My names, Bill; you know I prefer to call myself that now," stated Bill in an almost matter of fact way. Looks like the tape worked, said Jake to himself as he watched Bill carefully studying himself in the mirror.Bill felt really strange; he knew he liked what he saw in the mirror, but he couldn't help thinking he missed looking like his real age. But at the same time he knew this was the look that Jake had mapped out for him, and it was a real turn on seeing himself as this real big man with all this body-hair. Bill started to run his hand over his head and then down through his beard. Jake had already guessed the torment probably going on in Bills head, "how about making you a little younger looking, then you can attract some of those Daddies you've been trying to hook up with." "Sure, sounds good to me," said Bill, realising the older bear types he was attracted to, were usually looking for younger guys, well certainly younger than he looked. Jake got Boon to start mixing up some permanent hair colour. Then Jake got busy taking a small edger and removing most of the heavy beard growth from Bills cheeks, fashioning it into a longer goatee. Taking his straight razor, he carefully removed the lather that Boon had applied to Bills face, taking the remaining stubble with it. He created a neat, sharp edge, beginning well under the back of his chin. He thinned the beard right down, creating a thin fu style moustache that was seperated from joining the rest of his beard. This beard was going to need regular trims, and already, Bills cock was at full mast. Boon got down between Bills legs and took the throbbing dick in his mouth and treated Bill to the best blow - job he'd ever had. Jake now coloured the finished goatee, painting the colour all through the still quite thick whiskers. Next he trimmed Bills eyebrows, which were nearly joined together after all the steriods, creating two very well styled brows. He applied the same colour to the brow hair now. After another hour, Jake was finished. Bill looked years younger. His carefully shaved goatee was platinum blond, and so were the eyebrows. This really contrasted with Bills dark tan he had on his bald head. Bill left Jakes puffing on a huge cigar. He was happy with his new look; and now to find a new Daddy!

[epic-ash-and-sora-fan]

Fallen: Prologue (Diodeshipping)

Prologue: Lost!​

Clemont clutched onto the sofa. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the TV. His heart pounded against his chest like a sledgehammer. Nausea settled in his stomach and wouldn’t leave. How could this happen right under his nose? He should've stayed longer. Made sure that he got on the plane. Now his best friend was goodness knows where. The reporter continued her report on the security breach which resulted in a missing passenger: Ash. The day started out perfectly normal. Ash left for home – or so Clemont thought – Yesterday evening. Clemont and his sister returned to Lumiose Gym, had dinner then went to bed. They were having breakfast when Meyer called Clemont telling him he needed to see the news. Clemont didn't usually bother with the news but his dad sounded pretty serious. Clemont switched on the TV. They hardly moved since. “Clemont, I don’t wanna listen to this anymore.” Bonnie was sitting next to Clemont with Dedenne on her lap, she wasn’t even looking at the TV. Clemont nodded. “Yeah, me either.” It didn't look like they had any more information anyway. The reporter was interviewing the airport manager. He was telling her how they would be beefing up security. Clemont switched off the television. He rested his head in his hands trying to process what took place. “What are we gonna do?” asked Bonnie. “I don't know, Bonnie. There’s precious little to go off of." “But we’ve gotta do something!” Bonnie stood up and faced her brother. “We can’t just let them take Ash away!” “I know that!" Clemont flinched, he hadn’t meant to snap. He knew his sister was as worried as he was. Of course, she would look to him for comfort or solid answers. Any child would after hearing something like this. Clemont took a deep breath. "I want to help Ash as much as you do, but we need to know where he is first." Bonnie crossed her arms and started pacing for a moment. She gave her brother a grin. “Dedenne can help. He can use his electricity to find Pikachu.” Clemont had to say that was a really good idea. Why hadn’t I thought of that? Wherever Pikachu was, Ash wouldn't be far behind. It wasn't a full proof plan, but it wasn't a long shot either and frankly, it was all they had. “I guess it’s worth a...” “Excuse me, Sir, Officer Jenny wishes to speak with you.” Clemont stood up and nodded. “Right, thanks Clembot.” Clemont followed his robot companion to the kitchen with Bonnie right on his heels. Officer Jenny was sitting at the table with a cup of tea. Clemont stumbled backwards when a blur of yellow tackled his chest. “Pi...Pikachu?!” Pikachu stared up at Clemont with tears streaming down his red cheeks. Clemont sighed. So much for Bonnie’s idea. “Pi...pikachu Pika Pi!” “We found him at the airport.” Clemont turned to Officer Jenny who was pulling out a notepad and pen. “As you can see, the poor thing is completely distraught. At the very least, he showed me where you lived.” Clemont gave the officer a slight bow. "Good morning, Officer Jenny." “Good morning. I must say, I’ve never had a robot offer me tea before. That’s definitely one for the memoirs. That’s not what I came to discuss of course. Why don’t you take a seat?” Officer Jenny gestured to the chair opposite her. Clemont nodded and sat down setting Pikachu down on his lap. The teen shuddered. Pikachu should be on Ash’s lap, not his. "I understand that you and Ash know each other quite well. I was hoping you might have some sort of clue to his whereabouts." Clemont’s fists clenched "I'm afraid I don't know any more than you do. We only found out that Ash was missing this morning.” "Do you if anyone has a grudge against Ash for anything at all that could provoke them to do this?" “None that I know of. Ash isn’t the type of person to deliberately get under anyone’s skin.” Officer Jenny nodded and took out what seemed to be a photo taken from a CCTV camera. Presumably one from the airport. “Could I ask you to take a look at this?” Clemont nodded and took the photo from Officer Jenny’s hand. There was a fuzzy image of three men who had cornered Ash against the wall. There was a Xatu and a Hypno standing next to them. “Do you recognise anyone? Think hard now.” Clemont shook his head. “No, I have no idea who they are.” “You’re sure?” Clemont nodded. “I’m sorry.” "No, no, it's fine. I knew it was a long shot," said Officer Jenny as she put the photo away. Clemont’s blood boiled. “How did this even happen? Why didn’t the airport security do anything?!” “Apparently, they were very quick. By the time security got to the scene, they were gone. All they could find was Ash’s Pikachu, passed out.” “Chuuu...” Clemont patted Pikachu on the head. “Is it okay if Pikachu stays here? I don’t know how he would react if a stranger took him in.” “I see no issue with that. He was already checked over by Nurse Joy and there were no serious injuries he just needs to take it easy for a day or two.” Officer Jenny gave Clemont her card. “Call me if you learn anything, no matter how small.” “I will, thank you.” Officer Jenny nodded and went on her way. As she left Meyer came in. He saluted as Officer Jenny walked by then turned to Clemont. “How are you holding up son?” Clemont shrugged. “As well as can be expected.” Meyer sighed then placed his hands on Clemont’s shoulders. “Clemont, I promise that I won’t rest until Ash is safely back with us.” Clemont sighed and nodded. "Thanks, dad." The rest of the day was a blur. Meyer got on the phone to inform Ash’s mum of the unfortunate incident. Clemont retreated to his room not wanting to see the reaction. Yet, not even his bedroom door blocked the sound of uncontrollable sobs. Afterwards, They searched the city, but there was no sign of the raven-haired trainer. They stayed out all day. The only reason they stopped for the night was so Bonnie could sleep. "I'm not tired dad we've got to find Ash!" moaned Bonnie. Pikachu shook his clenched paw at Meyer. “Pika, Pika!” Clemont let out a sigh. Trust me, Bonnie I don’t want to stop either. Meyer placed a gentle hand on Bonnie’s shoulder. “It’s getting dark Bonnie. I promise we'll continue our search first thing in the morning. Come on now. I don't want you alone at the gym tonight. Come stay with me.” So they all went through his repair shop and into the living room. Meyer made them all sandwiches for dinner, but they were hardly touched. Pikachu refused to eat at all despite Meyer’s coaxing. "Come on Bonnie, you should try and get some sleep," he said as he led a moping Bonnie upstairs. I'll even read you a bedtime story if you want. How about Beauty and the Beast? You've always loved that one." Bonnie only nodded. Clemont smiled at his father’s help at keeping Bonnie distracted. Now if only distracting himself was that easy. Does Serena know about this? Should I try to contact her somehow? If only she had a cell phone. Clemont’s vision blurred. He clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut. How could he let this happen? Ash was his best friend. He should’ve made sure he was safely on the plane before leaving. Then this entire debacle could’ve been prevented. “It’s not you’re fault you know.” Clemont jolted and turned and opened his eyes. Meyer was leaning against the sofa with his arms crossed and a serious look on his face. “But….if I stayed with Ash then….” "They might've taken you and Bonnie too." Meyer finished for him. "I understand how you feel Clemont, but this isn't the time to beat yourself up. like I said, I won't rest until we bring Ash home," Meyer then smirked. "and I'm sure he's not gonna want to hear that you were wallowing in self-pity." Clemont smiled slightly and wiped the tears away then nodded. “No, you're right. Don't give up till it's over. That's what Ash always said. We will find him. No matter how long it takes!" “That’s my boy!” said Meyer as he walked towards Clemont and patted him on the back. “You’ll need a good night’s sleep for that, so why don’t go catch some Zs.” Clemont nodded and headed upstairs. “Night dad.” "Night son," said Meyer. After a long shower, Clemont got into his pyjamas, brushed his teeth and climbed into bed. Sleeping wasn't going to be easy tonight. Wherever Ash was, sleep probably wasn’t at the forefront of his mind either. What started out as a normal day has turned into a nightmare. Too bad that this nightmare was very real. The worst part was Clemont had no idea how long this It would last, or even if it will end at all. T.B.C

[the-digimon-tamer]

Chapter 39 - In The Closet is out now on FanFiction.Net and ArchiveOfOurOwn! Check them out with the links or find it after the break!

Title: The Tamer v2.0 - In HIs Name

Fandom: Digimon

Rating: T

Synopsis: In the next adventure of the Digimon Tamer, the lives of Juri, Rika, and Henry change forever when digimon begin crossing over into the human world. But it’s all just a story, right? Just a book series by an author no one has seen in a long time. Why are they here and can they save their world before something worse follows the digimon?

The Burnt Leaf SUV pulled up in front of the Tokyo Metropolitan Building and M announced, “This is your stop guys.”

Despite the chaos of their present situation, the trip was relatively quick and calm. It was almost boring despite the chaos going on. The streets which were crowded with traffic - stopped cars trying to get out of the city and crowds of people fleeing on foot - seemed to become instantaneously clear as they made their way through the city. Pile the fighting and the birds swarming over head, and it was a miracle that they got here as quickly as they did. 

There was a small police presence at the entrance but it was obvious they were too out of their depth to actually be of any use. Most of them just ended up gawking helplessly at the bird things as they soared by overhead. The few of them who were of any use spent their time just trying to keep crowds of people inside the building.

“Why are we here?” Rika asked, gazing out the towers that had been the center of the Hypnos Program. The woman unlocked the doors and they flew open of their own accord, “Burnt Leaf policy is to make sure everyone gets to where they need to be when they need to be there. What happens next is up to you guys.”

“And that answers my question how?” Rika asked. The woman smiled her biggest possible smile  before pushing her out onto the street, “Don’t think too much about it. Just do whatever comes natural.”

“I’m getting sick of people giving us these non-answers,” Rika protested as she stumbled out onto the street. Ryo hurried out to catch her but she’d already steadied herself by then. Still, that didn’t stop him from asking, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Rika said, giving the tire of the SUV a swift kick. Monodramon joined in her kicking too, making her action seem all the more childish and useless. M seemed to laugh mockingly at her and winked, “You kids have fun doing what you do best. And remember, we’re watching you! Good luck!”

With another click, the doors slammed shut and the SUV took off down the street. Henry scratched his head, “So what do we do now?”

“She said she was trying to get us where we needed to be when we needed to be there. I’m not going to lie, that sounds like something only Tamer would say,” Ryo answered grumpily. Rika could see his fists trembling and took hold of them to calm him down, “Hey, calm down. The last thing we need right now is an out of control Cyberdramon.”

That seemed to work, until she realized he was now red from embarrassment instead of anger. It took her a second too long to understand why and she slapped him to hide her own embarrassment, “Idiot.”

“Or maybe that’s exactly what we need,” Henry suggested with a hand to his chin, looking down at Monodramon who’d crossed his arms and started muttering what must’ve been several devious curses at him. He only stopped when Ryo flicked his finger across his head, “No, we’re not doing that. Best case scenario is he gets swallowed absorbed by whatever that...thing is.”

“That’s the best case?” Henry repeated, feeling his mouth falling wide open in horror at how casually Ryo seemed to be handling the idea of losing his partner. Even Monodramon was staring bitterly at his partner. Ryo continued, “The alternative, which is the worse case scenario, is Cyberdramon goes completely out of control - then he and that thing destroy each other and possibly the whole world with it.”

“You seriously think he can do that?” Terriermon asked curiously, eyeing Monodramon who still seemed unsure of what he said. Ryo sighed, “You have no idea what he’s capable of. What he was capable of before I was his partner. There’s no telling when or if that power will come back. And if it does...worse case scenario.”

“Right, so anyone have any other plans?” Rika asked grumpily.

“What are you all doing here?”

All three children and their digimon looked up to see Doctor Kido coming towards them dressed more casually than he had seen before. He was holding an open phone in one hand that he was holding away from his ear, “On my way up. Meet me at the entrance.”

His expression was dour, and he spoke more animatedly than he had before, “You kids shouldn’t be out here.”

“Are you kidding? We’re exactly the ones who need to be out here!” Terriermon declared. Before he could add to that statement, Doctor Kido started ushering them back inside, “No, I mean this isn’t the place to be standing around talking! Get inside before any of those military guys freak out and start shooting. You can practically hear how trigger happy they are from here!”

“What are you even doing here?” Rika asked as he pushed them in through the door, to an entryway busy with staffers hurriedly answering phones and trying to calm a crowd of people who’d rushed inside when all the chaos happened. Several security guards and police officers were trying to maintain some semblance of calm and order, or as much as possible when there were several heavily armed men in the room. And the air turned to terror once they saw the digimon enter the building. 

Screams broke out and the crowd rushed away from the door...from the digimon. Two of the guards aimed their guns at them, “Leave!”

“Get down on the ground!”

“We can’t do both,” Renamon reasoned, “What do you want of us?”

“Down on the ground!” the first barked while the other shouted, “Leave!”

Renamon groaned and looked to the doctor who’d ushered them in, “Are you sure it’s any safer in here than it is out there? I mean at least out there, the men with the guns had other things to shoot at.”

“Really not the time for this,” Doctor Kido fired back, his hands raised just over his head as the armed guards surrounded them. It was just as much a surprise to him as it was to the rest of them they hadn’t started shooting yet. Then again, it was kinda hard to comply with their contradictory orders like that. What were they supposed to do? Drop to the floor and crawl out of the building? Then again, maybe these guys were just as unsure about to do as they were. It wasn’t like digimon regularly walked into the metropolitan building.

“Stand down!” Yamaki’s voice echoed, pushing his way through the guards with several of his agents flanking him. Some were dressed in the typical black suit while others dressed completely in black. Yamaki was glaring daggers at doctor Kido, “I told you to take the side door.”

“I was going to when I saw them standing around at front,” he explained, thumbing at the kids. Yamaki raised an eyebrow at them, “It’s about time. We’ve been looking for you three. Take them upstairs into custody.”

“Custody?” Ryo repeated out loud, his voice just short of exploding at Yamaki. Yamaki gestured at the crowd of people trying to somehow get further away from the digimon and they understood why. Their partners were freaking them out. How could they not? Most of them had only ever seen digimon on the news causing havoc and destroying the city. And if not that, then it was only as a kid’s toy line. They had every reason to be afraid of the digimon. 

Yamaki added at just above a whisper, “It’s just for show for their sake. Let my team escort you upstairs before these people start a riot. Never underestimate how stupid people can be in a crisis.”

Against her better judgment, Rika nodded in agreement and went along with the guards for now. It wasn’t like she had much choice in the matter anyway. Each of the guards pretended to place them in handcuffs before taking them onto an elevator one at a time to take them upstairs. Some in the crowd openly cried out against this, angered that the monsters were being brought further into the building instead of away. Others cheered at seeing the creatures being taken away. For once, they all knew what it was like to be the ire of so many people at the same time. 

And it was irritating.

On the other hand, it was kind of humbling. This was what they had been putting Tamerkato through since this whole mess started.

Their heads cooled once they were safe upstairs in the offices where they found most of the former digidestined gathered along with several of the computer programmers responsible for making the Digital World - their school teacher Miss Kamiya, that ramen shop guy Motomiya, the fashion designer and rock star pair the Ishidas, and the detective and his wife - the Ichijoujis.

Rika took one look around the room and asked, “Where are mom and dad?”

“Yeah, where are our parents?” Henry added, scratching his head at the absence of their parents. After all, their families were a lot more involved in this than they’d initially thought. Detective Ichijouji answered the question quietly, “Either stuck in traffic or having to take the long way around to get here. That thing suddenly appearing like it did has resulted in all the major train routes being shut down and half the streets are clogged with either people trying to get out of the city or the Self Defense Force trying to get in. For now, we’re all there is. Good to see you, Joe.”

“Likewise,” the doctor greeted him back. Then again, the situation was entirely too grim for anyone to be happy at the moment. Then Yamato finally raised his voice, “Has there been any sign of Tamer yet?”

The female agent Riley shook her head and frowned, “No. We have a description out to all available field operatives and agents. So far, no one has reported anything yet. Then again, with how crowded the streets are, he could be right in front of them and no one would know.”

“What about you, Miss Kamiya?” Henry asked quietly. Her expression didn’t change as she looked at him, “What about me?”

“Well…I mean…you seemed closer to Tamer than any of us. If he was going anywhere, he’d go to you,” Henry pointed out sheepishly, not wanting to put her on the spot like this. However, he wasn’t wrong. If Tamer was going to bother anyone, it would be her. After all, they were close - weren’t they? She sighed, “He did come to my place last night.”

“WHAT!?” the detective, rockstar, and Ryo both blurted out at the same. They were struck across the back of the head by their wives and Rika, respectively. Miss Kamiya raised up her hands defensively, “He…well…he spoke to me and Juri last night on the train ride home. This…all of this…it’s Juri. He said something happened to Juri in the Digital World. He wasn’t sure what. He just knew that whatever came back wasn’t Juri.”

“He knew!?” Rika snapped now, “Juri’s been off since her partner died. If he knew, why the hell didn’t he say anything?”

“He wasn’t sure what it was at the time. And he was waiting to see what it was going to do. If he didn’t tell you guys, I’m sure it was just to keep you all calm. Some of you…or rather us…do fly off the handle a lot,” Miss Kamiya explained quietly, barely making anything resembling a case for either herself or The Digimon Tamer. A beat of silence followed - Rika wanted to be mad about it. But the idea that it could’ve been her or Ryo or anyone else instead of Juri was just as equally terrifying. Which raised the question - why did it go for Juri? Was it because she was emotionally unwell? Because she was vulnerable? Why did it go for her and not literally anyone else present?

But they would have to worry about that later. Now the question was how to stop that thing from destroying the world and saving Juri. Rika groaned, “Okay, so now what?”

Yamaki adjusted his clothes, “We’ve been trying to round up as many of you as we can since you’re all the resident experts in this situation. We’re also trying to coordinate between government organizations but that’s slow going. That thing is messing with our communications - it’s not affecting electronics but wireless communications are no good. Anything further that shouting distance leads to signal distortion. On top of that, conventional weapons aren’t working on it. What few reports have trickled in from the Self Defense Force indicates that gunfire, explosives, and artillery barely scratch it. The Americans were proposing high grade ordinance from their nearby naval base but-”

“They want to bomb the city?” Dolphin blurted out in disbelief, “Are they insane? That’ll do more harm than good! We need more time to evacuate the city before they try anything like that!”

They were some murmurs of agreement but Riley gestured out the window towards the Imperial Palace, “Don’t worry. They’re not allowing it yet. The Prime Minister and Emperor both said they’d consider any foreign action as an act of war. But that’s the problem. The problem is that they’re not allowing it now. Who knows about later? As soon as the city is all clear, they’ll probably start authorizing a bomb drop.”

That statement looked over the group of them like a horrifying nightmare. Was this really happening? It couldn’t be. This couldn’t be actually happening. This was insane - they were ready to destroy the city and they weren’t even sure it was going to work. The concern was accentuated by the rock star kicking over a computer and cursing, “Dammit! Tamer screwed us again!”

They were pulled from their thoughts by a bright flash of light accompanied by screams.

“AAAH!”

When the light faded, everyone found Tamer lying on the ground atop Guilmon, massaging his head as he grumbled, “Damn that stings! I swear I was a lot better at landings before the new feet. It’s gotta be the legs. They’re still too short!”

“Takatomon. Please get off me,” Guilmon whimpered from underneath him. Tamerkato scrambled to his feet and helped to pull the dinosaur up, “Sorry buddy. Didn’t mean to fall on you.”

“How are you so heavy when you’re so small?” the dinosaur whimpered. Tamerkato scratched the back of his head and laughed, then paused, “Wait, are you calling me fat?”

���TAMER! Where the hell did you go?” Ishida shouted at the top of his lungs. Tamerkato rubbed his ear, “Ow! No need to shout! I’m right here. I thought you’d be happy to see me after I brought help!”

“What are you talking about?” That cooled Ishida down for a second, which was just as well since his wife was already escorting him back down to a chair and leering at him like a dog who’d misbehaved. Tamerkato took a second to look around before asking, “I’m talking about…wait a second, where’d they all go? They were with me a second ago.”

A soft thunk from the far end of the room caught their attention, and they turned their heads towards a supply closet, “Hello? Is anyone there?”

“I’m here! Who else is?” another voice asked.

“Is that who I think it is?” Joe said with his mouth hanging open.

“Fascinating. I didn’t know this was even possible. But where are we?” a new, older voice asked.

The monster makers looked at each other and one asked, “Was that Shibumi?”

“I know where we’re not. Safe.” 

“Takeru?” Matt repeated in astonished disbelief.

“Palmon! Get your vine out of my face.”

“That’s not my vine! Hey! Quit it!” Palmon cried out in protest, “Biyomon! Get your beak out of there!”

“My beak’s not touching anything!” Biyomon’s voice answered.

“That’s my horn! You get off!” Gabumon’s voice said.

“Everyone be quiet! I think I found a door!” Wormmon’s voice echoed from further inside. They heard the knob turn and a closet door swung open to reveal multiple rookie level digimon and two adult males spilling out of the closet and onto the floor. Immediately, everyone in the room jumped in surprise and security promptly surrounded the digimon with their weapons drawn. Shouts and threats flew but the many digimon weren’t exactly threatened by a bunch of weird people with guns telling them what to do.

“On the ground!”

“Don’t tell me what to do! And we’re inside so that’s a floor.”

“I said on the floor!”

“No! You said on the ground, not the floor! Don’t lie!”

“Do you really think pointing a gun at a talking…Veemon, what are you exactly? Dinosaur? Dragon?”

“I’m Veemon. What elshe would I be?”

“QUIET!”

The whole room fell quiet as a middle aged man with a mullet and a bushy beard stood up. He cracked a tired yawn and looked around at the whole room, scratching the back of his head as he stared out at the whole room in annoyance. It was Shibumi - the guy who only ever seemed to spend his time sleeping. He took one look around the room and asked one simple question, “Okay…this has been a fascinating experience but can I go back to the Digital World? It was a lot less stressful there.”

“Shibumi!” one of the Monster Makers hurried over to his side, patting his shoulder and helping to lift him his up, “It’s good to see you. Where the hell were you?”

Shibumi stared at his former fellow colleagues in silence for the longest time, staring at them with a curious fascination without uttering a word. Then he pinched the one named Dolphin on the arm until they shrieked, “AH! What the hell!?”

“Sorry. I wasn’t sure you were real. Spending a lifetime in another world that doesn’t operate by our rules makes it hard to tell what’s real and what isn’t. There were times I wasn’t sure I was dreaming or not,” he answered sheepishly. The one called Babel responded by throwing a punch at his shoulder, “What? Shibumi, never change. You’re as out there as ever.”

“What do you mean? It all made sense to me,” Palmon remarked.

“We were in a house, under a fresh water lake, surrounded by salt water fish!” Shibumi countered.

“Okay, so is anyone going to fill me in on what is going on?” Riley interrupted with a raised hand, before gesturing to everyone that had just fallen out of the closet, “Who are they? Where did they come from? Isn’t this a big security breach? And is that a talking plant?”

Palmon raised up her leafy arm and answered, “If you’re talking about me, I’m pretty sure I’m a flower…or a cactus…not really sure.”

“Do cactuses have vines?” Gabumon asked.

“All of these things are plants! Sir, shouldn’t we have them detained?” she asked the Director who’d made a habit of massaging the side of his head more often than not. That statement had Ishida jumping up to his feet, “Like hell you will!”

“Matt, is that you?” the Gabumon asked happily, jumping out of the pile of digimon to go join his partner. The moment would’ve been happy if the0 guards didn’t feel the need to train their guns on Gabumon. Still the little digimon hardly noticed as he wrapped his arms around Matt’s legs, “It’s been so long! I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too buddy,” Ishida greeted him back, barely breaking his stoic and stern demeanor in the face of what should’ve been a warm reunion, “But let’s catch up once things have calmed down. And stop pointing that gun at Takeru!” 

Takeru straightened himself out and greeted the others, “Hey guys. How are you?” 

“How are we? Takeru, you’ve been missing you idiot!” Ishida snapped at his little brother, raising his fists as if to punch the man but stopping and throwing his arms around him in a hug, “You stupid, paranoid, idiot. I’m glad you’re safe.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you Matt,” Takeru apologized to his older brother for whatever it was worth. Although it didn’t appear to be much since Ishida went ahead and punched him in the shoulder as soon as he let go. Takeru yelped in pain, “Ow! I thought you were worried about me. What the hell was that for?”

“That was for worrying the hell out of me you idiot,” Ishida answered, cracking his knuckles. Rika, Ryo, and Henry all exchanged surprised looks. In the books and the show, the two brothers were always shown as having a close relationship. It seemed impossible for one to ever be truly mad at the other. But here they were, throwing jabs and punches at each other like this was a normal occurence for them. In the midst of all this, Rika took note of the other digimon making their way to their partners - Biyomon to Sora, Gomamon to Doctor Kido, Gatomon to Miss Kamiya, Veemon to Motomiya, Wormmon and Hawkmon to the Ichijoujis. The remaining digimon were left to pout about the absence of their partners.

“Where’s Mimi? Why isn’t she here with the rest of you?” 

“Yeah, where’s Izzy?”

“And where’s Cody!?”

“We’ve got a lot to catch you up on. But don’t worry! They’re on their way. It’s chaos out there,” Sora Ishida explained as she picked up her pink bird partner, “It’s so good to see you guys. I missed you all. Have you been in the Digital World this whole time?”

“Yeah, we’ve been hiding. Takeru said there were some bad people after us,” Biyomon said to her former partner. Takeru finally pushed himself away from his older brother to explain, “I got tipped off by those Burnt Leaf guys we ran into. They said that Hypnos was after our digimon. So I took them to the Digital World to protect them.”

“Okay, I get that part but why didn’t you tell us? Come on, man. We’re all friends! We would’ve understood,” Motomiya said.

“I wasn’t sure who I could trust honestly,” Takeru admitted quietly, “And the one person I did trust was nowhere to be found until recently. Speaking of which, what now Tamer?”

“Hang on! You trust Tamer, more than me?” Ishida interrupted.

“Rough,” Terriermon remarked, earning him a smack from Henry.

“This has been quite the moment, but I’m not entirely sure we needed to be here,” Renamon answered calmly.

“As I was saying!” Takeru interrupted, “What now Tamer? What do we do next?”

Tamerkato raised up his finger like he was going to say something, then paused with his mouth hanging open, “I don’t know. Head’s still fuzzy from the multiple Human and Digital Worlds sitting on top of each other. I was able to think more clearly in the Digital World so I’m mostly making this up as I go. First thing’s first, we need to save Juri. We get her out of there. Then we can kill the D-Reaper.”

“D-Reaper? That’s the D-Reaper?” Shibumi repeated aloud, practically shouting. The other Monster Makers were just as equally stunned and unsettled by that revelation. Curly stood up from what she was doing to go the window, staring out in silently and eyes widened with horror at the realization of what they’d all wrought, “That’s…D-Reaper?” 

“Can someone fill me in? What’s D-Reaper?” Riley asked with a raised hand. Tamerkato gestured out the window, “D-Reaper is that thing. A monster that showed up in the Digital World forever ago - focused mostly on eating everything it could get its hands on. The Guardians couldn’t kill it so they did the next best thing and tricked it - burying it in the center of the Digital World with an equally strong enemy who just so happened to be a threat to them. Sort of a kill two birds with one stone solution. Only now that bird has come back bigger, stronger, smarter, and a lot angrier.”

“It’s also a program we made,” Curly added quietly, “It was a regulation program - meant to foster growth in the simulation by making sure no one digital life form became too dominant or powerful. A check against natural selection taking matters too far into its own hands. It was created to promote diversity of life. But we never expected it to do...this. It was the one thing we never expected to run rampant. It should’ve gone dormant whenever things leveled out.”

Dolphin scratched his head quietly, trying to make sense of that revelation, “Maybe things got too powerful in the Digital World. After all, they started bleeding into this world. The D-Reaper is going to destroy everything to prevent it from becoming rampant.”

“Or it’s attacking us. Think about it. We’re the dominant species on this planet and most other life forms don’t stand a chance against us! Climate change, resource depletion, mass extinction, pollution...all caused by mankind. Is it any wonder this is happening?” Curly said. It was a surprisingly grim thing to hear. The only reason she didn’t finish was because Babel came over to slap the back of her head, “Curly, I love ya! You is my girl. But chill! Snap back to reality for a second.”

The woman froze for a second, taking a moment to collect her thoughts before nodding, “Right, sorry.”

“Okay, so we’re all here for the first time in a long time. What’s the plan, Tamer?” Takeru asked Tamerkato who stood there with his hands in his pockets. All eyes were on him now as he started pacing and clapping his hands together, “Right! The plan! The plan I definitely have. Yes, I’ll definitely be telling you about that plan, now...yeah...”

“You don’t have a plan do you?” Gatomon accused from Miss Kamiya’s arms. Tamerkato’s shoulders slumped, “I said I was making this up as I go!”

“Great,” Ishida threw up his hands in frustration.

“Calm down, Matt,” his partner patted his arm to try and calm him down for whatever it was worth. Tamerkato quickly added, “Look, the best plan the Guardians could come up with was to bury it and hope it went away. A civilization that was so far ahead technologically that reality was their plaything couldn’t think of a way to defeat it. Sorry I don’t have a plan. I probably did. I definitely might have at some point...but I don’t remember what it is.”

The room filled with a collective groan and Tamerkato scratched the back of his head, apologizing profusely while he racked his brain to figure out what he could do.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Takeru answered calmly. Everyone in the room shot him a confused look, surprised that he could be so calm about the whole thing. With that same calm air, he explained, “Look. Destiny has always worked itself out in our favor. Remember?”

“You forget that Tamer over here was usually pushing us in the right direction. If he wasn’t, literally anything could’ve happened,” Ichijouji thumbed at the goggle headed boy. Henry finally chose to speak, “I’m not really sure destiny had anything to do with what’s going on. After all, we’ve been doing just fine on our own so far.”

...

Yamaki crossed his arms. It seemed to him that a lot of the anger in the room was horribly misplaced. After all, half of the people in the room were blaming a kid claiming to be some advanced alien race. However, it seemed obvious who the blame laid with - the Monster Makers. This thing was their creation after all. If they hadn’t done their stupid college program, they wouldn’t be in this mess. He also knew part of the blame laid with his superiors - at least, as far as he was concerned. And anyone insisting he was nursing a personal grudge was welcome to tell him that to his face. 

He stood up and called for everyone’s attention, “If we’re done groaning and expecting a child to solve our problems, we still have a serious issue in the form of that thing out there. Shibumi, you’ve been a difficult man to get a hold off so you’ve got a lot of catching up to do. And you damn well have a lot to catch up on when it comes to fixing your mess. Yes, your mess. Don’t make that face. You helped make Yggdrasil. As far as I care, this is your mess to clean up.”

“Yggdr-what?” Tamer repeated stupidly. Yamaki thumbed over his shoulder and tapped a large series of servers lining the wall beside him, “This computer setup. They called it Yggdrasil.”

“I call it Yggy for short,” Daisy added with a smile. Yamaki groaned, “Not important right now. This computer is the thing running the computer program that became the wild ones…the digimon and the digital world. It’s where that thing came from.”

He gestured out the window towards the red mass growing on the horizon outside the window. Helicopters were circling it from above - some military firing at it to no effect and others were civilian news. It was obvious from here that the situation was deteriorating rapidly and they needed to come up with a solution quickly. The ever present reminder made his growing head ache turn into a slow migraine, “If I’d have known this was going to be what came out of that machine, I would’ve unplugged it the moment we got our hands on it.”

“Don’t you dare joke about that!” Daisy roared with anger, pushing her finger against Yamaki’s chest in protest, as if she were a parent scolding her child…or perhaps a wife scolding her husband in this case, “That’s our baby! That is the most advanced life simulation ever made. Don’t even think about turning it off!”

He couldn’t help but notice Takato was currently examining the computer program carefully. He knew that concentrating face because he’d seen it so many times on Izumi’s face during the many nights he worked late to get the Juggernaut working. He was coming up with an idea. Tamerkato spun on his heels, “Got it.”

“Got what?” Ichijouji asked, “Do you have a plan?”

“The start of one,” Tamerkato said excitedly, rubbing his temples, “Yes...maybe...no...not quite...okay, headache’s not helping so I’m just gonna start shouting ideas. There’s two Digital Worlds and two Human Worlds. Two sets of overlapping realities also overlapping with each other. One of those worlds exists in this world as a computer program being run on an old computer! We could turn it off! It would destroy everything in the Artificial Digital World and the Natural Digital World would fall apart shortly after - like taking out half the puzzle pieces in a puzzle box! We can’t have that! But what if we separate them? Move all the digimon in the Digital World from the Artificial one to the Natural one. Leave the D-Reaper program running on its own in the Artificial Digital World! Turn it off!”

“You just said that would destroy the Digital World!” Gatomon repeated loudly, “Dammit, Tamer. Why does everything boil down to destroying things with you?”

“Just the Artificial Digital World,” Tamerkato clarified, “Everything else will move to the Natural Digital World.”

“What?” Gatomon raised an eyebrow, half out of confusion and half out of frustration, “What the hell are you babbling about?”

Tamerkato pointed at the computer again, “This, the computer runs an Artificial Digital World. Another one made by the humans in an alternate version of this world. One where the digidestined don’t exist and digimon is just a kids’ toy franchise - shows, books, card games, action figures.”

A beat followed before Gomamon complained, “Okay, is anyone following this? Because I have no idea what he’s talking about. And here I thought Izzy was bad with slowing down.”

Was it that confusing? It was, but Yamaki was at least able to follow it. Zhenyu’s son Henry gestured at the computer, “To catch you guys up - this world, our world…the human world mixed itself up with another human world. One where digimon was just a card game and a tv show, and another one where the stuff that happened to you guys was real. In the world where digimon was just a card game, these guys-”

He pointed at the Monster Makers, “-including my dad, started a project in college to make life forms on a computer program. That became that world’s version of the Digital World. An artificial Digital World. That artificial Digital World mixed with the Digital World you guys know - the natural one. He wants to get all the digimon out of the artificial Digital World and into the natural one, then turn off the artificial one. If that makes sense.”

“Hang on…I’m not following any of this,” one of the Monster Makers said, “What the hell? Two Digital Worlds? Two human worlds? What?”

Tamerkato sighed, “Okay…maybe we should start all this at the beginning. I’m getting really tired of explaining this.”

He grabbed a marker off one of the desks and started writing on the walls just as Yamaki groaned, “Will you people stop writing on my walls? Seriously, is everyone in this room five?”