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Things that are Now Fallout Canon

(according to the Special LIVE Report from Galaxy News that preceded the Fallout TV series' teaser trailer release on December 2, 2023)

Vault 33, the focus vault of the Fallout television series, is located beneath Santa Monica, California. It's also implied to be very, very expensive to get into.

Bottle and Cappy, the mascots for Nuka-Cola and its theme park, Nuka-World, were about to embark on a seventeen-movie-long series of animated films before the bombs fell.

The sinking of the RMS Titanic happened in Fallout's alternate universe. The news announcer jokes about the world going down like the infamous ship, including the deadly lack of lifeboats.

Camels exist in this universe, too! The news announcer actually fucks this one up, because he says dromedary camels have two humps - dromedary camels have one hump, while Bactrian camels have two. Or maybe we'll get a sound bite from Todd Howard in a few months where he claims the camel breed names are swapped in Fallout, who knows.

Pets were not allowed in the commercially-advertised vaults. The news announcer regrettably informs listeners that they can't bring their cats, dogs, or even fish with them due to logistical concerns and safety hazards, but they are more than welcome to purchase Vault-Tec-branded gravestones and hold pet funerals before they move underground. Hypothetically-speaking, it wouldn't surprise me if people tried to smuggle their animals in, anyway.

Someone stole the Fallout universe's original moon landing flag from the Museum of Technology in Washington, D.C. - another headline report, with no further details. It was in the same exhibit as the Virgo II lunar lander, which stayed put for at least 200 years.

Vault Boy was named "World's Sexiest Man" in 2077 (when the report is being aired) - no word about which publication or organization bestowed this title upon an animated mascot.

Vault-Tec trademarked the thumbs-up emoji in the Fallout universe - which is very much in character for the company, but something about there being emojis in the world at all hit me wrong.

Vault-Tec instituted a "breeder search program" alongside vault placement purchases, and encouraged polyamory to get people to procreate (and buy more vault spots). I'll admit that this one seems plausible but shaky, because by this point in the report the news announcer is losing his mind while stalling for the vault door to open, and he might just be making shit up.

Nuka-Cola ran its own version of the Pizza Hut "BOOK IT!" reading program, called "ZAP IT!" Kids were required to read over 10,000 books to win rewards. If we use picture books for the math, and allow for five minutes to read each book, that's about 833 hours (34 straight days) of reading to get some soda.

Moby-Dick by Herman Melville and the ancient Greek myth of Daedalus and Icarus both exist in the Fallout universe.

Resulting Thoughts

"The ghoul" in the show is possibly named Howard - unsure if that's a first or last name. In the teaser trailer, Walton Goggins (who plays the ghoul) is shown dressed like a Hollywood cowboy on the day of the Great War, riding a horse to try to escape the nuclear bombs that hit Los Angeles with an unidentified child. Meanwhile, the Galaxy News headlines report that a box office hit called "The Man From Deadhorse" is getting a sequel, which is currently filming at California Crest Studios, and the news announcer says the film is "Howard-led." Whether the ghoul is the lead actor, we don't know, but it seems like a solid enough hint at his origins.

I'm glad that the show is going to delve more into the idea of the haves and have-nots, what with vault entrance being both selective and expensive. The most recent games in the series don't talk about this enough, in my opinion.

This isn't specific to the show adaptation, but it's becoming more noticeable to me that the Fallout series is crawling forward in terms of relating to modernity. I'm not sure how to feel about this - for example, I don't really mind if the soundtrack of Fallout 76 features the Beach Boys and other 1960s songs when it used to be strictly limited to 1930s and 40s music. On the other hand, I thought that using a news announcer that sounds more like a modern podcast host than a Transatlantic-accented journalist was an odd choice, and as I said above, I really did not like the idea that pre-war America knows what an emoji is. I'll get over it, but I'm anticipating that there will be some more artistic choices in the adaptation (and future games) that rub me and others the wrong way because they don't fit our definition of what Fallout "is." I'm not saying anything new, people have been arguing about that forever.

Overall, I'm excited. We're probably not getting a new Fallout game until 2030, so I might as well try to enjoy this. I will be keeping my bingo cards handy, though.

Anyway, I transcribed the damn report because I'm very normal. Feel free to use!

Fallout - A Special LIVE Report from Galaxy News

with occasional commentary from yours truly

[An upbeat, strings-led orchestral jingle plays, and black-and-white picture focuses on a spinning, silver globe. The globe is being circled by a vintage toy rocket. The words "GALAXY NEWS" fly in, and are quickly wiped and replaced by script declaring "Vault-Tec Presents..." The picture is circle-wiped and transitions to a high view of a vault entrance, with no visible script or markings to indicate which vault it is. The large, circular vault door is closed, and the access bridge to the door is not connected. A timer counting down from 60 minutes is overlaid in the bottom left corner, just above the Galaxy News globe logo and a signal tower graphic next to the word "LIVE." News headlines scroll along the bottom of the screen, the first of which reads "GALAXY NEWS SIGNS 10-YEAR PARTNERSHIP DEAL WITH VAULT-TEC." The headlines are separated by small lightning bolt graphics. The music continues throughout, and a male news announcer's voice cuts in.]

Good morning! Or, afternoon! Or evening, depending on where in the world you are. If you're just tuning in with us now, you're in for a treat. Welcome to the unveiling of Vault 33, one of the flagship vaults of Vault-Tec's arsenal of vaults.

[The second scrolling headline reads "VAULT-TEC VOTED AMERICAN COMPANY WITH BRIGHTEST FUTURE."]

Galaxy News is here live with an exclusive look at the next generation of apocalypse-proof, purpose-built luxury housing, sponsored by our friends at Vault-Tec. Vault-Tec: Revolutionizing safety for an uncertain future.

[The third scrolling headline reads "ROBCO INTERPLANETARY PROBE PROBES DEEPER INTO SPACE THAN ANY PROBE HAS PROBED BEFORE."]

If you're a regular viewer of our programming, we consider you an astute, engaged citizen, doing your part to stay informed on the latest news impacting this beautiful country of ours, and so it will be no surprise to you that we are on the precipice of a nuclear armageddon. But, fear not, Vault-Tec is building the ultimate shelter-in-place solution for the more doomsday-savvy customer: A veritable ark meticulously designed to weather the geopolitical storm surely headed our way any day now. And for the first time on live broadcast, the fine folks at Vault-Tec will be giving you a tour of their newest product unveiling, from the comfort of your home.

[The announcer takes a break, and the music swells. The vault remains closed, and no activity whatsoever is visible around it. It might as well be a static image. The fourth scrolling headline reads "NUKA-WORLD BREAKS ATTENDANCE RECORD FOR FOURTH STRAIGHT YEAR. GALACTIC ZONE GIVEN CREDIT FOR INCREASED NUMBERS." The initial song ends, and a new strings song with a more staccato rhythm begins. The news announcer returns.]

Welcome, once again, to Vault 33, nestled in the coastal west side of sunny Los Angeles County, and minutes from the yet-to-be-destroyed, bustling downtown promenade. Should nuclear annihilation one day come for this quiet beach-side town, you can take comfort in knowing you are safely buried deep, deep below what numerous trade publications once called "one of the best places to live." Right now, ladies and gentlemen, what you're looking at is peace of mind. Billions and billions of dollars and decades of R&D funneled into the high-grade protection engineering that only Vault-Tec can bring you.

[The fifth scrolling headline reads "WE ASKED OUR VIEWERS TO ANSWER A SIMPLE QUESTION: WHAT IS THE GREATEST NATION ON EARTH AND WHY IS IT AMERICA? HEAR THE RESULTS TONIGHT AT 10PM EST." At this point, the news announcer starts to sound less formal and more excited.]

Aren't we a bunch of lucky ducks! Vault-Tec has tapped us into their closed loop security feed to bring you a sneak peek behind a vault entrance airlock. That large, fortified steel blast door you see there is the only thing standing between you and the rads.

[The sixth scrolling headline reads "UNITED STATES AGAIN ACCUSED OF ATMOSPHERIC COUNTER-ESPIONAGE BY THE REDS."]

Very soon - very soon, I'm told - Arnold? Are we - yeah - and we're very soon, and we're very soon. Very, very soon, I'm told, that gear door will open, and Galaxy News will be on the ground to give you all a walking tour of the facilities! Including the accommodations one might expect in a state-of-the-art, modern residence thanks to a partnership with RobCo Industries and some of your shelf-stable forever favorites like BlamCo and Sugar Bombs! There's nowhere to hide from explosive good taste! Boom!

[The news announcer disappears again, and the strings conclude and are replaced with a meandering clarinet-led number. Several scrolling headlines go by: "U.S. RENEWS DEFENSE CONTRACT WITH WEST TEK, HERALDS VALUE OF POWER ARMOR IN ALL THEATERS OF WAR." "ESPIONAGE THREAT SUBDUED IN DOMESTIC URANIUM MINES." "PRESIDENT DECLARES NUCLEAR STOCKPILE 'SAFE ENOUGH.'" "BULLETIN OF THE ATOMIC SCIENCES SETS DOOMSDAY CLOCK TO HALF A NANOSECOND TO MIDNIGHT." "ATLAS OBSERVATORY CHRISTENS NEW TELESCOPE, RE-COMMITTING TO A NON-VIOLENT PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE." The song ends, a new one begins, and the news announcer returns. The vault still hasn't opened, and he's dropped what was left of his professional tone.]

And we are... stalled out. We're still... having technical difficulties. You know, sometimes things go bad and there's just no way you can plan. It's kind of like what's happening with the world right now, there's no way you could've been born into the world and know how you were going to end - know how the world would end. How will the world end, in fire or in ice? Well, it turns out -

[laughter]

It turns out it's gonna be fire...

[The twelfth scrolling headline reads "CHRISTMAS TOY TRENDS: RETAILERS REPORT SHORTAGE OF POWER ARMOR FIGURINES."]

Arnold! What's that? Okay. Yes.

[sound of paper pages being flipped through]

Okay. Arnold just handed me a fun fact. We're gonna do fun facts, fun facts.

[The thirteenth scrolling headline reads "NUKA-COLA QUANTUM GETS FDA APPROVAL, FOUND TO CONTAIN 'HEALTHY AMOUNT OF RADIATION."]

Fun fact about the construction of these massive vaults: They use concrete. Hm. That hardly counts as a fun fact, Arnold. Now is there an update on when the door... the door's gonna be open? Arnold? I'm sorry, is there an update on the door? Is there an update on the crane? Is it a crane problem, or a door problem? Is it a pr- is it a crane problem, or a door problem? Arnold? Arnold! Arnie!

[sigh]

Okay...

[The news announcer gives up, and a song with a lot of muted trumpet comes in to serenade more scrolling headlines. "NO ONE'S BEATING THIS DEADHORSE. 'THE MAN FROM DEADHORSE' TOPS BOX OFFICE. A SEQUEL IS ALREADY IN THE WORKS AT CALIFORNIA CREST STUDIOS." "ATLAS WEATHER EXPERIMENT BELIEVED TO BE THE CAUSE OF UNEXPECTED SNOW FLURRY IN LOS ANGELES." "DEVELOPING: REDS CONTINUES TO DENY EXISTENCE OF STEALTH SUBMARINES, US INTELLIGENCE SUGGESTS OTHERWISE." Woodwinds replace the trumpet, and the news announcer returns, pivoting to an unrehearsed sales pitch for his sponsor.]

If you have the money, please - please, guys - get a Vault-Tec vault. Get in there! Think of it as a life raft, a bit. Our country is the Titanic, and these vaults are the life rafts - right? - attached to the side of it.

[The seventeenth scrolling headline reads "NUKA-COLA MASCOTS 'BOTTLE AND CAPPY' TO APPEAR IN ANIMATED FILM FROM CALIFORNIA CREST STUDIOS. WILL BE THE FIRST IN A SEVENTEEN PICTURE DEAL BETWEEN THE COMPANIES."]

Now, were there enough life rafts on the Titanic? If you remember - no, no there weren't enough, and so many, many people died, and so, it's a nice allegory actually, because they're not going to die in the freezing ocean, which would be - actually, it's a little faster to die by fire than it is by drowning in the cold, so it is kind of an advantage to be dying now, th- rather than on the Titanic, the RMS Titanic.

[The eighteenth scrolling headline reads "SUPPLY LINES FOR RED FORCES BREAKING DOWN." Sort of like this announcer. He pivots again.]

Now - can you call a survivor of a nuclear holocaust a person, anymore? I don't know. Their brain is going to be cottage cheese, and they will be crawling... crawling on the ground, stuffing sand in their mouth, their blind eyes melted out, like the white of an egg, just dripping and dribbling out of their eye sockets.

[The nineteenth scrolling headline reads "VAULT-TEC ANNOUNCES COMPLETION OF VAULT 33 UNDER SANTA MONICA, CA."]

They raise their face towards their... god... and scream, "Nooooo! Whyyyyyy! What did it all mean?" It turns out it didn't mean much if you didn't get a spot in a Vault-Tec vault."

[The twentieth scrolling headline reads "MILITARY UNITS SENT TO QUELL UNREST IN SEVERAL STATES."]

"Now, let's talk about the luxury interiors of Vault-Tec vaults. We have camel leather. You've heard of cow leather. Probably. Camel leather is a great deal softer, isn't it? It comes from the camel, who keep their water on their backs in a hump. Sometimes two, if they're a dromedary. Now, let's talk about camel leather and why it is more supple, and why it is cooler to the touch, and we can talk about it forever but what you want is luxury, what you need is safety: Where you go is Vault-Tec. That's it.

[I feel like I need to point out that dromedary camels only have one hump, and no camels store water in their humps: It's actually just fat up there that they can live off of while traversing deserts. Regardless, the announcer is gone again. The scrolling headlines remain. "NUKA CORP SPINS OFF ATOMIC RESEARCH ARM INTO SEPARATE CORPORATE ENTITY AFTER SEC APPROV." "SUPER DUPER MART ANNOUNCES RECALL OF BLAMCO MAC & CHEESE FOR TRACE AMOUNTS OF DAIRY." "VAULT-TEC STOCKS SOAR AS US ECONOMY BECOMES FEAR-BASED." "BUREAU OF ALCOHOL, TOBACCO, FIREARMS AND LASERS TAKE DOWN NATIONWIDE WEAPONS SMUGGLING RING." Another woodwind-heavy song starts up, and so does our announcer.]

Um... Arnold?

[throat clearing]

Arnie! Can we- do- do we have a- can we start a clock? Can we - is there, like, anything we can do? I feel like people need something to hold onto, there's a lot of empty air. There's a lot of dead air, here. People need something to hold onto, people are freaking out, and I'm freaking out because I like to have - I like to bring people comfort - uh, in, in this crazy time. There's, there's only a few things you can predict -

[laughter]

In - in the world, and uh, I thought that opening the vault on time would be one of those things.

[The twenty-fifth scrolling headline reads "MILITARY SETS THREAT LEVEL OF POSSIBLE BIOLOGICAL WEAPON ATTACK FROM REDS TO HIGH."]

I was kind of counting on it as a - a thing that would bring some amount of normalcy, some amount of comfort. Something happening the way it's supposed to in a world that feels like it has been turned upside down by evil. But, unfortunately that is not the case. Here we are. Another thing we don't know. Another thing we have to grapple with.

[The twenty-sixth scrolling headline reads "TEDDY FEAR MANUFACTURER SETTLES CLASS ACTION LAWSUIT, DENIES TOY BEAR CAUSES SLEEP PARALYSIS NIGHTMARES IN CHILDREN."]

This particular vault and these technical difficulties that we're having right now have absolutely nothing to do with the product that you will buy when you buy a Vault-Tec vault. Now, Vault-Tec vault living is living the dream, and it's the only way to safety unless you're... the President of the United States, or something like that, and you have a mountain in Colorado to go under and direct the events of the world. Not many of us are that, there's only one of those... uh, and his various and sundry advisors, I'm sure they'll be fine, but you won't! You won't be fine!

[The twenty-seventh scrolling headline reads "WERE TEDDY FEAR BEARS MISUNDERSTOOD? ONE PSYCHOLOGIST THINKS SO."]

If a vault is out of your price range, there are lower-cost alternatives to purchasing a spot with Vault-Tec. They don't sound... good, if you ask me. Anti-radiation pills? Good luck with that. Not sure how anti-radiation pills will hold up against temperatures rivaling the surface of the sun, for example. But maybe that's just me!

[He's gone again. We're 15 minutes into the countdown, and the woodwinds have really started to outdo their own whimsy, at this point. Headlines continue. "TEDDY FEARS SKYROCKET IN POPULARITY AND PRICE DUE TO SCARCITY CAUSED BY RECALL." "VAULT-TEC ANNOUNCES NEWLY AVAILABLE SINGLE VAULT SPACES FOR SALE." "THIS YEAR'S FALLOUT SUIT DESIGN FEATURES ENHANCED PROTECTION, 20% MORE ZIPPERS." The whimsical woodwinds finish up and a bouncy, brassy horn piece takes over. This summons the announcer.]

When you see that vault, it's all gonna be worth it, fellas. It's all gonna be worth it when you see that vault. Now kids, you're probably wondering: Can I bring my pet doggy, or my pet kitty, into the vault? You can't. Unfortunately... it's a hazard in so many different ways. Uh... tch, uh, their hair can get caught in the ventilation system, you'll have endless problems, where do you put their waste? Where do you put... their food? So many, so many problems, so... we have specially-made Vault-Tec gravestones.

[The thirty-first scrolling headline reads "VIRGO II LUNAR LANDER NOW ON DISPLAY AT MUSEUM OF TECHNOLOGY IN WASHINGTON, D.C."]

We have specially-made Vault-Tec pet gravestones for your children to have many funerals for their pets before you go into your Vault-Tec vault. Memorialize your pets now with Vault-Tec mini pet gravestones! Dig a hole in the sand, put the pet in there, and put that gravestone - and it's got a space where you can write the pet's name - right before you go in the vault, no pets in the vault. Not even fish. No, not even fish.

[The thirty-second scrolling headline reads "FLAG FROM VIRGO II LUNAR LANDING STOLEN FROM MUSEUM OF TECHNOLOGY." The news announcer is really getting aggravated.]

What is happening? What is - Arnie! What is - what is happening? Okay - okay! Alright!

[The music and the headlines fill the space again. "NUKA-WORLD TO RAISE TICKET PRICES FOR UPCOMING SEASON, EXPECTING AN 'EXPLOSIVE' YEAR." "GWINNETT ANNOUNCES NEW PALE ALE SO PALE IT'S TRANSPARENT." "HAPPY NATIONAL SOCK HOP DAY!" "VAULT BOY NAMED WORLD'S SEXIEST MAN." The news announcer tries again, attempting to play up the complete inactivity happening onscreen.]

So much is happening here, we've got... the crane, as you can see, it's - it's about to be lowered, and I'm told - and I'm told... the weather. The inclement weather is - keep - I think the weather... there's a pressure cha- it needs to be - yes, of course. The pressure needs to be right to open the vault, or else the differential pressure between underground and overground will cause... a, uh... uh, the furniture to, uh...

[The thirty-seventh scrolling headline reads "VAULT-TEC REGISTERS TRADEMARK ON THE THUMBS UP EMOJI." This one made me physically recoil.]

L- Look... get a Vault-Tec vault. If you can't afford a whole vault for your family, that's fine. Buy time in a timeshare, one of our timeshares. And it's not the kind of timeshare you're going to regret, this is one that's not a scam, because you can look down at your intact body in a Vault-Tec vault and say, "Look at me! I'm whole!"

[The thirty-eighth scrolling headline reads "NUKA-COLA PATRIOTICALLY SALUTES SUCCESS OF NEWEST FLAVOR LAUNCH - NUKA-COLA VICTORY. EXCLUSIVE REDESIGN COMING NEXT YEAR WITH 'A TASTE AS SWEET AS FREEDOM.'"]

Stay whole in a Vault-Tec vault! Keep it together, meaning your corporeal form! Keep it together in a Vault-Tec vault! You'll be skipping around in a workout area, and... check out those barbells! Why not work those biceps while you're down here? What if there's an emergency, and somebody breaches your Vault-Tec vault door? Well, you're gonna want to be in shape to fight off that rageful beast!

[At this point the scrolling headlines loop back to the beginning.]

Now, is it a human? If you kill it, will its soul go to heaven or hell? Don't worry about it! Just get it out, because even its presence in your Vault-Tec vault could kill you and your entire family! These people are irradiated. It's not healthy, right? It's like putting your hand on a radiator. Don't do it.

[Music break. That vault still isn't opening. The song ends, and the news announcer clears his throat.]

We don't... have the exact scoop yet, ladies and gentlemen, so Arnie, why don't we put some music on while we wait for the skinny?

[noticeable pause]

I- I- I- I- don't know what song, put on anything, I'm dying up here.

[The next song opens with energetic trumpets that sound like they're charging through a movie theater snack stand. It's followed by a big band track that seems to re-energize the announcer.]

And, if you're just joining us, we're preparing to head inside the latest and greatest product offering from Vault-Tec. Vault 33, a pristine subterranean society purpose-built for America's best and brightest to wait out the nuclear fallout. There's no telling what will remain once this global conflict reaches its inevitable conclusion: That's why it's important for patriots like you to purchase a guaranteed spot in America's future. It's up to you to keep our golden society going, propagating forth until we have the ranks to repopulate the world outside.

"What if I don't have a partner or family right now?" you may be asking. "Don't give up on love so soon!" I say. Where better to meet eligible partners than in a cherry-picked community of like-minded individuals? If you find you need a bit more assistance, Vault-Tec has breeder search programs to help you find the one, or the two, or the three, four, five! Vault-Tec is a very open society, so go ahead and purchase that single vault space, and that single may become a double before you know it! And what better place to find someone to love, than safe underground?

Please stay tuned as we prepare to bring the crew, and the world at large, inside our Vault-Tec facility.

"But what if I don't have the money for a vault right now?" you may be thinking. You should never let not having the funds today stop you from reaching your dreams. You can always pay tomorrow, into perpetuity. Vault-Tec is reportedly constructing financial packages that allow for customers to continue payments on select economy vaults, in the event of total societal extinction. So don't worry, purchase away! Vault-Tec upholds traditional American values, and they believe no one should be excluded from the pursuit of life, liberty, and debt.

[Music break, wherein the song concludes and switches to something more pensive and staccato.]

A- Alright? Yes? Arnold is telling me - yes? We are moments away! Moments away - from having some kind of movement here. I'll believe that when I see it. Sorry Arnie, but your credibility with me could not be any lower at this point.

Let's talk about the amenities in these concrete miracles. Radiation King will be providing television sets, modern kitchen appliances.

[throat clearing]

The sofas will be... I'm sorry, do we know who makes the sofas? I'm sorry, do we - do we know who makes the sofas? Do we know who makes the sofas? Arnold, do we know who makes the sofas?

[Arnold does not reply. The announcer is miffed.]

What else is new. Yeah.

[Dejection turns to anger immediately.]

If you could please just give me something? If you could please just give me something to update? I'm sitting here with nothing! I'm sitting here... with nothing! This isn't my job! I'm a journalist! I report things, I don't... vamp! Is there even a - is, is there a clue? Is there, do the crane people - have the crane people chimed in? Have the door people chimed in? Is it all one person?

[Arnold presumably says some inaudible form of "I don't know." This does not please the news announcer.]

Well maybe con- maybe connect yourself to them. You should get yourself a radio. Get yourself a radio, Arnold. That's your job, to communicate with me the facts about what's going on, and it's my job to communicate to the people who are watching - we're trying to save their lives - you know, and this isn't advertising for me. This is a product I believe in!

Arnold, what do you do? What skills do you - are you somebody's son? Are you - are you somebody's kid, or something?

[Arnold can finally be heard, somewhat garbled from distance or technology: "My uncle is, uh, is the general manager of Galaxy News, your employer." The news announcer considers this.]

Your uncle is the manager of Galaxy New - mmm. Well, that explains how you got this internship. I'm sorry for everything I said, but... you can understand my frustration, here.

[The music concludes, but the announcer keeps going.]

The, uh, vault foreman is out here, and he is, uh, uh, doing hand signals. Ooh, yes, it's going to be a while, let's play some music for the people, Arnie.

[A new song starts. We're nearly 30 minutes into the countdown before the song switches over and the news announcer starts up again.]

All right folks, we have an update! They've got eyes on the gatekeeper out walking the grounds. It appears he was attempting to retrace his steps after misplacing the key and his wallet - still no word on the key itself, please stand by for more on the wallet, as this story continues to unfold.

Still on standby as we wait for the situation in the vault to resolve, but folks, there is plenty to get the American public up to speed on in the meantime. World news stories! Breaking, breaking news from the international desk. Peace negotiations between America and her adversaries crumbled in Anchorage, Alaska, this past weekend, a city recently liberated from foreign occupation, leading experts to believe nuclear war is indeed on the horizon. One more reason, America, to tune into the presentation Vault-Tec has for us today. Preparation, resilience, and smart spending are the only way our precious republic makes it through that long, dark night.

[This revelation approximates the date of the broadcast, which is happening not long after the Battle of Anchorage. The clash in Alaska officially ended on January 10, 2077: This news bulletin proves that attempted peace negotiations followed, then failed.]

Going the way of the dinosaurs has never felt this fun! If only the dinosaurs had Vault-Tec technology. Now, the dinosaurs died because... a meteor came from space, right? They had nothing to do with it. We have everything to do with our own demise. It's almost like… people are a virus that is destroying the Earth, we're a planet-killing virus. And people do say, "Oh, well, you know, well, the cockroaches... will outlive us and the the aardvarks or whatever will outlive us." Well, they won't. They're going to die too, because this is the real deal, guys. This is the end. So if you're not underground, I don't know what you're doing.

I wonder how we'll evolve. Will we develop a different kind of skin, some kind of leathery, plastic skin to fight off the nuclear fire? Who knows, but the only way to find out is to purchase a Vault-Tec vault, or a space in one of our timeshares.

[Music break again. It's a rather lively waltz.]

For those gathered around their Radiation King TV sets today, thank you for your patience. Rome wasn't built in a day!

[laughter]

Very soon you will witness… one of the greatest modern advances since the Virgo II moon landing - you won't want to miss this, the future of you and your future children depends on it.

[Exasperation sets in.]

Honestly, who wrote this copy?

[Arnold presumably raises his hand.]

You did, Arnold? Well, that's not surprising. It leaves… yes, well, it leaves a lot to be desired. They couldn't hire a professional writer? You look like you're 15 years old.

[Arnold inaudibly corrects him.]

You're 23? Yeah, well, 23-year-olds look like they're 15 now, still too young. What could you know about the - what could you possibly know about the written word, Arnold? Goddamn it. What could you - what do you know about writing and oratory? Nothing, I'll answer y- for you, nothing. The lack of professionalism - myself not included - disgusts me. The lack of professionalism disgusts me, Arnold!

Speaking of nuclear fire, you should see the muffin tray they left out for me. People want a blueberry mu- you want a muffin, okay? A muffin. Not a little squirt of dough, with a little powdered su- give me a muffin, give me a real thing, okay? Give me some snacks! You're going to give me some coffee? Good. I need a snack, to balance it. I'm not the only person in the world who needs a little bit of fat in their stomach when they eat a... big haul of caffeine.

[throat clearing]

Stand by as we wait for the situation in the vault to resolve.

[The music does some flourishes, then finishes.]

Ladies and gentlemen, it's official: We're experiencing some technical difficulties. And before we can open the vault - Vault 33, our flagship vault, full of the, uh, finest luxury items available to mankind, a- as of now - maybe we could put something on to keep people company while we figure out the technical difficulties. Sorry, these difficulties of course have nothing to do with Vault-Tec's vault tech. In- in- indeed…

Look, I need to have a whole cigarette right now. Just put on the song. Where are my smokes?

[The music starts up again while the announcer burns through a cigarette at the speed of a Corvega.]

Well, well, well! Here we are again! Ladies and gentlemen, we're dealing with a hiccup. Now, hiccups... might seem like a momentary stoppage, but this is a big hiccup. It's like God is hiccuping.

Vault-Tec is reporting that there's only one gatekeeper and one key on this vault model. The keys for these vaults are one of one, it fits like a glove, but it's - it's - these - these locks are very, very complicated.

God, it's so good to be on the other side of this. I don't think people know. People really don't know what's coming, and that's probably good. If you haven't watched… if you haven't watched the news up to this point, don't pick it up. Don't… just try and stay ignorant, uh, really don't find out what's going to happen because… it's bad, um, it's over.

[laughter]

The Earth is a slaughterhouse, and we are cattle!

[laughter]

We- we'll go back into, uh, a society resembling Bronze Age Mesopotamia. That's where we're going. It's not fun. Um... disease is… really prominent, um… we don't treat women well - let's just face it, it's - they - we don't treat them well now, but back then… oof. Rough. Rough treatment of women. You think we're racist now?

It's going to get bad. Where you want to be is underground. Vault-Tec vaults.

[A really tinny muted trumpet rises to its occasion as he disappears again for a bit.]

You know what else is great about Vault-Tec vaults? The air purification system. Let's talk about air. You need air to breathe, I need air to breathe, we need air to breathe. Vault-Tec's got it in spades! We've got oxygen candles straight from our finest nuclear submarines that you can burn, that turn nitrogen and carbon dioxide into oxygen molecules. Perfectly breathable, perfectly safe for your children, and your children's children, and your children's children's children in case we're there for three sweaty generations of sweaty living underground! In a fresh vault!

In fact, we put a family in a vault for 10 years and let them out just to see how it would go… and here they are now! "We loved it, uh… We loved it! That was great!" Uh… that's - I'm making it up! I'm making that up. I am imagining what could happen if I had more information about the vaults, but I don't have that information, so I'm making it up! Ha! Vault-Tec vaults, yes. Say yes to the tech!

[The music saves us for a bit.]

Unfortunately, we are back, the vault hasn't opened, and we have had absolutely no movement towards the vault opening, so! Hope you enjoyed that music. I know I was tapping my feet. Let's get back into it, where are we?

The US government has been quietly testing T-60 power armor suits as part of their long-standing defense contract with West Tek, following up the T-45 and T-51 efforts in the ongoing war with the People's Liberation Army.

[hisses through teeth]

How about that? How about that. The Man from Deadhorse gallops to a fast start at the box office! The Howard-led western is said to be the next smash for California Crest Studios.

[So the ghoul's name is probably Howard Something, or Something Howard. Interesting, but the announcer doesn't care and decides to throw another tantrum.]

Am I crazy or is this taking forever? I don't think I'm crazy, but I feel crazy! In fact, I might be the only person involved in this whole production who hasn't lost his mind! I'm looking at you, Arnie, I'm looking at you!

[Looking at Arnie yields nothing, again.]

"You don't know what to do, you don't know what to do." You idiot! I can't even get the word- I can't even get the information from you. Worthless!

[grunt of rage]

It's just me and Arnie here, I'm in hell, he's sitting there smiling at me, I'm in absolute hell!

Do you have a spot, Arnie? Do you have a spot in a vault? Oh! You do! What vault is that?

[long pause]

Oh, that's the one I'm in. Oh. Dear God.

[deep breath]

I guess we should get to know each other.

Ladies and gentlemen, we don't even know what's wrong here… but I can assure you that what isn't wrong is Vault-Tec technology, this has nothing to do with Vault-Tec's patented lock technology and everything to do with stupid people and human error. If you're this inefficient at work, what is home li- do - how do you wipe yourself?

[Uncalled-for, news announcer man.]

Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy this music while we figure out what's going on.

[Musical break number who knows. Just over 11 minutes remain on the countdown.]

In other sponsored news, Nuka-Cola is celebrating the success of one of their newest flavor launches, Nuka-Cola Victory, with an exclusive redesign release later next year. Students that read over 10,000 books can be part of the ZAP IT! Program, rewarding literacy with sugar!

[deep breath]

I don't like Nuka-Cola. Personally... I don't like Nuka-Cola. Too sweet. I don't drink it. But it's popular, I have stocks in it, I invest - I invest in it. I don't drink it. It's the way the world is. Just because it's popular, doesn't mean it's good, just because it's good, doesn't mean it's popular. A can of Nuka-Cola, what is that, it's energy slowed down, right? It's the energy of the universe slowed down, right? What are we, what am I? We are energy slowed down into the form of a human being. All that's about to stop.

[laughter]

All that's about to stop! All that's about to go away! Maybe there's life on other planets. Maybe there's not. Are they going to come save us, no! If I were on another planet, and I came here, I would have an endless belly laugh at our folly, I mean, the folly of man! It's funny, there's so much written about the "folly of man." I mean, read Moby-Dick. Read… uh… what di- what happened with the - the wax wings, the wax wing guy? Wax wing man, Mr. Wax Wings, Daedalus. What's his name?

[Arnold hazards a guess we can hear: "Shakespeare?"]

Arnold, Shakespeare? Arnold, Arnold, good god… Shakespeare? Where did you go - you went to one of these hippie schools...

[Arnold tries again: "I think it was Icarus?" The announcer is ecstatic.]

Icarus! Icarus. Wow! You are good for something. Wow, Arnie!

Now, Icarus, he was close to the sun. In a Vault-Tec vault, you'll be as far from it as possible. You will be up to 50 feet underground, in a Vault-Tec vault, safe and sound in the knowledge that the wax on your wings will not be anywhere close to anything that will make it melt, except our new Vault-Tec oven!

[The horns come in again.]

Where are you f- what's your family situation? Do you have kids or…

[Arnold probably shakes his head.]

No kids? Good for you.

[laughter]

Are you single?

[Arnold: "Yeah."]

Ahh, yeah. I wouldn't recommend going into a vault single. You might want to lock someone down and take you in there - if only to help you fight - and, uh, survive, it's good to have a partner. Yeah… oof!

Anyway, glad I'm safe and secure in my vault! Um… I'm in the tax bracket that kind of... automatically gets a vault, so, sorry everybody. Uh… I'll be, uh, doing this thing called surviving, while you are all burning.

[deep breath]

What's the point of any of this? What's the point of any of this? Nobody - nobody listening to this can afford one of these things. Everybody listening to this is about to turn into an idea!

[laughter]

Instead of a being! But, here we are! Let's whoop it up! Let's whoop it up! It's a big parade… for the end of mankind! It's a big parade! Here's the final celebration, Arnie! Here we are!

Let's stake our claim in a dying planet! Let's plant our flag in a dead rock, and see how we feel. Let's see how we feel after the flag is planted, Arnie.

[a deep sigh]

I don't know how much longer I can do this, man.

[another deep breath]

My voice hurts, I'm thirsty, we're out of water, the muffins they laid out at the top of the day are dry and old, I feel dry and I feel old.

I give up! I give up.

[chuckles]

What's the point of this? I mean, what's the point of anything? I'm... I'm broken.

[Emotion creeps in.]

I'm broken. I'm changed. I am broken and I have changed. I…

[one more deep breath]

Thanks to you, Arnie. Thanks to you, man. Thanks, you're the best, yeah, thanks to you, pal. Thanks to you, buddy boy. You are just awful. You disgust me. Yeah, I'm just - I'm sorry. I'm - I'm just… I'm fried, man. I'm - I'm fried, pal. I'm fried. Dead. Gravestone, dead. Oh yeah, that's, okay.

Oh, god. Where are we in the process of the door opening?

[Arnold: "Yeah, it's over."]

What?

[A record scratch stops the music. Two minutes remain on the countdown.]

What's that? Oh!

[The announcer clears his throat, and the music changes to a triumphant fanfare.]

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm getting word. Ladies and gentlemen... I've gotten word that we are star- we are starting, ladies and gentlemen. It's happening! Here we are! Here we are, we got it, we got it, and now…

N- and now, this afternoon is unlike any other afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. It was the morning, now it's the afternoon - here we go! The crane is loweri- Here we go!

[relieved laughter]

Okay! Really close to the time where I can go, and get out of here! The crane is lowering, it is happening, the tumblers are tumbling! The crane is lowering, the tumblers are tumbling, we are… go! We're going! It's opening! It's opening!

[The static image of the vault has not changed in the slightest bit.]

You try doing this! You try doing this, Arnie! You try filling the time! Next time we'll switch places, Arnie, and you can try it! Oh boy, oh boy, here we go, thank god we're doing it and it's happening. I see motion, I see- I see Vault-Tec… I am convinced! Guys, this is great, it's been great, Arnie? It's been great. Arnie, it's been great. You know, I hope we are in the same vault. I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you, Arnie.

[slightly unhinged laughter]

As long as this happens right now, I am fine with spending the rest of my life with you! As long as the vault opens right now. The fact that nuclear fire could fall from the sky at any moment has made this broadcast that much more important. Thank you, thank you so much for joining us!

#fallout #fallout tv show #fotv #the ghoul #galaxy news #prime video #amazon

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Hey, I'm not sure if youve done something like this yet, but could you please do a fic where Reader just wants to feel closer to Simon and honestly is just being really clingy and kind of gently begs him if they can just sit on his cock and then they doze off like that bc theyre finally as close to his as they want to be? Lots and lots of love and thanks!

"The Space Between" (AO3 Link)

You watched him carefully from your spot across the wide den. He was playing some racing game, the same track over and over, trying to beat an old ghost of his. But, you could tell he was growing tired. Every lap, he lost a few seconds here and there, or he'd needed to restart. You tried to give him space. He'd been in one of his moods.

Simon never pushed you away, but he did wrap himself in a protective layer of quiet. He would say less, he would answer in wordless grunts or looks, and he would sleep more, turning inward on himself like a flower in the night, closing up in the face of the darkness.

But, you needed him. Badly. You wanted his warm mouth and his skin to cover you again. You wanted him to grab you like a lifeboat in a storm, out of need.

You rose, letting your blanket fall behind you, stalking over to him in his huge tee shirt and nothing else, your hair messy from your shower.

"Si?" You whispered as if you were giving the secret password to an underground club, a secret organization, a code you weren't supposed to have.

It worked. It opened the arms of your man. He paused the game and spread himself wide for you, like a big, sleeping dog, belly up. You mounted his hips and leaned into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around the heavy muscles there, and you felt him relax his body into yours, melting into you like thawing ice.

"Let me keep you warm," you begged quietly into his neck, soft enough that he could barely hear you. The music from the game's menu beat softly in the background.

He knew what you wanted. You'd gotten into the habit lately. It had happened wordlessly the first few times, you sinking yourself down onto his hard length, wrapping him in your wet, warm body, coaxing him to swell with your fluttering core.

Now, you'd been asking for it, and he obliged you. You felt him digging into his sweatpants for your prize, ready and willing to be comforted by you. The head of him prodded gently at your hole, spread wide as you straddled him, fully vulnerable to him, ready to let him have you however he wanted.

You felt it slot into place, thick and solid, and you began the slow, long descent. Each inch of him stretched you more and more, filling you up, completing you like your missing piece.

You heard him sigh, and you felt the breath against your neck. It washed over you like a reward, telling you exactly how much he needed you, how much he wanted you to need him. Once he was fully sheathed in you, he ran his cheek over your cheek, smelling your clean scent, his dark voice coating you like smoke in a burning house,

"Mm, tha's what you wanted, innit, pretty thing?"

"Yeah, Si. That's what I wanted. Can I stay here, just for a little while?"

He shifted his hips and pulled you in closer, locking you in to his body and pressing himself even deeper than you had felt him in a long while. With his hands wandering under your shirt, he felt the smooth, warm skin of your back, petting you gently, soothing you to sleep.

As you were on the edge of sinking into slumber, he sighed again and said,

"As long as you need, love."

#call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #ghost simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #gn reader #cali answers asks #thanks for the ask!

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 9 months

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Monster from the deep

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter crossover

Self-Aware! Howard Phillips Lovecraft x GN! Reader

Description: Waters of Teyvat become dangerous. Something is destroying ships. Dottore is asked to kill the monster.

Warning: OOC. Mentions of insanity, torture, religious fanaticism, animal death. Dehumanisation (Dottore refers to Reader as 'it'). Lovecraft is soft protective yandere towards Reader. English is my second language.

A/N: , if someone was waiting for full fanfic about Self-Aware! BSD X SAGAU! Imposter crossover, here we are.

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To: Lord Harbinger, Il Dottore

Lord Harbinger,

I swear on the greatness of All Creator, if situation didn't call for that, I won't write this letter, but, I am afraid, our nations are in a dire situation.

As you must know, another ship was destroyed. Another deal fell through. Liyue will not be able to send a shipment of minerals to Snezhnaya. We lost another ship, cargo and ship's crew.

At least, until we finally have found a survivor.

He was found on a lifeboat near Liyue's shores three weeks after the ship sink. He was dying of hunger and thirst.

And he has gone completely mad.

Sailor was starting in the distance, repeating again and again.

"Ephaiagl ah mglw'nafh. C' ah mglw'nafh."¹

At first, we thought, that he was delusional, that we could save him, if we get him in better shape.

Yet, he refused to eat or drink.

He only stared in the distance. Talking and talking.

He didn't let anyone inside his hospital room.

He became aggressive every time someone tried to peek inside.

He did come out, but, always tried to return to his room as soon as he can.

We forced him to eat and drink, to keep him alive. We gave him every medicine we could think of.

He didn't become better. And he didn't become worse.

And tragedy strikes.

All-loving Creator were visiting the hospital. Their Grace light patients' mood. They felt better, after seeing Their Holiness.

One of the patients, who was staying here with his dog, feel happy for the first time in last days, after seeing All Creator. He dog disappeared, and he was feeling terrible, but, after seeing Their Holiness, they forgot their sorrows.

And All-loving Creator met mad sailor.

For the first time in weeks, he got silent.

He was staring at Creator, unblinking and unmoving.

And he committed a sin.

He dared to attack Their Holiness.

Screaming words in the strange language.

"N'ghftdrn! ah'legeth n'ghftdrn!²"

We killed sinner.

And inside his hospital room, we found a lost dog. What remains of him.

We also found this in his room.

[Photo is attached to letter. The wall of the hospital room is covered in red letters. Words makes no sense, except ones, that are written under the red drawing of an octopus-like monster. "BRING DOTTORE TO HIM"]

Lord Harbinger, It seems, that it's the monster, that destroying ships. We have heard about your victory over Ursa the Drake. Perhaps, you could try to defeat the Sea Monster as well? Liyue will send millelith and our best sailors to assist you. It will take time, because Liyue captains refuse to go to sea, so the expedition will reach Snezhnaya by land.

Wishing for an eternal reign of All Creator.

Ningguang, The Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing

_______

Il Dottore, Second Harbinger, One of the Creator's Personal Physicians, was standing on the deck of the ship. They were in the middle of the sea, moving along the trade route from Snezhnaya to Liyue.

Everything was quiet.

No signs of a monster.

Sailors were doing their job. Fatui and millelith were on observation duty, trying to catch a sign of a monster.

Yet nothing was happening.

Dottore feel anger. The damn creature asked for him, yet, it didn't show up. Cowardly vermin.

Few months ago, after the low-live Imposter disappeared, the strange monster appeared in Teyvat waters. It attacked ships, making any sort of trades not just dangerous, but straight up impossible.

Nothing could stop that monster. And no witnesses remain.

Everytime they killed another sea monster they thought, that they finally succeed.

And, in a few days, another ship got sailed.

Mora was low, and Pantalone became angrier and angrier.

The trades became impossible, and people start loosing jobs, factories started to close down.

And, finally, they have a lead, to what they are looking for. And this thing decides to hide.

Dottore clenched his fists. Everything went to Abyss after Imposter escaped.

His thoughts were interrupted by a scream.

"Man overboard!"

______

A saved man called himself Lovecraft.

And he was strange.

A tall, gaunt man, was towering above everyone on the ship. His eyes looked bored and tried. Almost empty. He hardly talked to anyone, preferring to stay on his own.

The only time Dottore saw any kind of emotion from Lovecraft, was when Fatui soldiers, after a few drinks, were discussing The Imposter.

________

"Oh, I am so jealous of Lord Harbinger! He managed to pay a part in punishing the Imposter!" proclaimed Fatui Agent (Dottore didn't care about his name), waving a mug, that was filled to the brim with alcohol, in the air. Other Fatui and millelith solders cheered.

"Yea!"

"He showed them their place!"

"Dirty parasite, how dare they impersonate Their Holiness."

The night was full of alcohol and talks.

The agent, who started talking about the Imposter, turned towards Dottore.

"Lord Harbinger, please, tell us, how you avenge Their Holiness."

Dottore rolled his eyes. The rest of the Fatui, sailors and millelith joined Agent in asking for a story. Well, one time, he can entertain them.

Dottore put down his glass of wine, cleared his throat and start his tale.

___________________________

The Dungeon was dark and dirty.

Still, too good for a creature, that were contained here.

Dottore walked down the corridor, that leads to an isolated part of the dungeon.

In the small cell, full of torture devices, it were kept.

Exact double of Creator.

A dirty heretic.

Braces on its legs had forced it to remain in a standing position all night. Its eyes were unfocused, due to a lack of sleep and enduring intense pain.

Its lying lips and mouth were now covered in burns and blisters. Before Dottore came here, the high ranking church members came, to clean its soul by pouring boiling water in its mouth.

"Well, look at this squalor. Not so confident now, are we?" with mocking concern, asked Dottore. Sinner flinched. It strained to speak with its burned throat, as it managed to croak out a response.

"want home... to friends..."

Dottore mockingly pet its head. He grabbed the fist, full of its hair, and pull. Sinner let out a cry of pain.

"Aw! This creature has friends? Well, when we are finished with it, we will go after its friends."

Dottore let go of its hair, taking a step back. He took a metal instrument from one of the small tables in the cell.

"Let me give you something, Sinner. Nice salted water for your mouth. So you won't say even more of your heresy."

_____

The crowd roared. They were cheering for Dottore.

"Hooray for Lord Harbinger! Let Creator bless you!"

"I bet, it were crying like a dirty pig, when salted water got into its mouth. Oh, my bad. I shouldn't be rude towards pigs, by comparing it to them!"

"It got what is deserved."

Dottore scoff, pleased, with the reaction.

And he felt a gaze on him.

Howard, who was sitting in the corner, looked at him.

The look was full of hate and disgust.

Howard, suddenly, became blurry.

In the next moment, the ship was cut in half.

_______

Ground was moving up and down.

The ground felt like wood.

The night was cold.

Dottore woke up. With half-closed eyes, he tried to stand up. But the ground was still moving. And his clothes start getting wetter. He felt the scent of salt.

Dottore finally opened his eyes.

He was on the raft.

In the middle of the sea.

And no ship or other crew members were in sight.

Dottore felt anger. He wasn't sure, how he got here, but, he swears to Tsaritsa and All Loving Merciful Creator, that he will find the person, who put him here, and will destroy them.

Something swam under the raft.

And someone jumped from the water, landing next to Dottore, almost sinking the raft.

Dottore was ready to curse the idiot, who almost drowned him, when he saw it.

Lovecraft was completely wet, but, somehow, dark navy, slightly wavy hair didn't look wet at all. The dull, blank, dark gray eyes met with Dottore's red eyes.

"You hurt them." there were no emotions in this voice. The man reached towards Dottore's head. A large hand grabbed Dottore's face.

A black empty holes replaced Lovecraft eyes. Octopus tentacles squeezed around Dottore.

Dottore was afraid. His fear was strange. Like it was something, that came from his ancestors. Something, that he would feel, even he was a newborn right now.

Dottore managed to gather enough power to attack.

Yet, the attack didn't do anything.

It didn't even scratch Lovecraft.

Howard put his face near Dottore's.

"You have hurt them. And I am their friend. And I will share some nice salted water with you."

Dottore was thrown in the water.

Waves closed above his head.

____

Dottore was sinking.

And a huge, octopus-like monster were circling around him.

Huge, greenish. With countless tentacles.

Monster stared at Dottore.

It became blurry again.

It changed its looks again.

One tentacle squeezed Dottore's neck and forced him to look straight at the monster.

"Ymg' lloig ah mglw'nafh.³"

Dottore looked at the monster.

And screamed.

Seawater filled his mouth.

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After leaving Dottore near Liyue's shores, Lovecraft start swimming to their base.

To a hidden cave, where a portal, that leads back to their new world, were located.

Lovecraft reached the cave in a matter of minutes.

He took a special trap from the water, where three kois for you were swimming.

Lovecraft stepped into the portal.

_____

You were standing near a big fish tank. You carefully observed Teyvat fish, that Lovecraft brought you every time he returned from Teyvat.

You flinch, remembering Teyvat. You didn't have physical scars, thanks to Yosano, but, you have plenty of mental scars.

You heard familiar heavy steps.

Lovecraft walked inside the room. He noticed you and walked closer. He holds the trap with fishes towards you.

"For you."

You mumble a little'thank you' and took the trap, immediately releasing fiches into the fish tank.

Then, Howard hold something else towards you.

A familiar mask.

You froze, looking at it.

"For you. I made him lose his mind. He won't hurt anyone. He will never hurt you. I won't let him."

With shaking hands, you took Dottore's mask. Tears run down your cheeks.

"Th-thank you... Howard..."

A big hand carefully cups your cheeks. Lovecraft wiped away your tears.

"Don't cry, Treasured Guiding Light. No one will hurt you. And the ones, who dared to hurt you, will pay."

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"Y' ahnythor ah'mglw'nafh!⁴"

"He doesn't sleep. He doesn't eat. He doesn't drink. He's only howling this words, if it's even words."

"Y' ahnythor ah'mglw'nafh!⁴"

"Let's call for the All Creator. Their Holiness might help."

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"Y' ahnythor ah'mglw'nafh!⁴"

"Someone, put a gag in his mouth! He is disturbing other patients!"

"Y' ahnythor ah'mglw'nafh!⁴"

"AAAAAH!!! Dear Creator! He bit my fingers off!"

"Y' ahnythor ah'mglw'nafh!⁴"

"He is getting away! Lord Dottore, stop!"

"Y' ahnythor ah'mglw'nafh! Ymg' ahnythor ah'mglw'nafh!⁵"

"He is attacking Creator! Stop him!"

_____

Dottore was standing in the middle of the same cell, where you were kept in back then. He was forced to stay in standing position. His red eyes were bloodshot. His mouth was covered in burns and blisters. He was staring at the wall.

His screams were filling the night. He doesn't care about burned throat. The only important thing in his life were the words he was repeating.

"Y' ahnythor ah'mglw'nafh!⁴"

______

In a real world, you were sitting next to Lovecraft.

Both of you were eating chocolate ice cream.

You leaned against Lovecraft's side.

Big hand softly pet your head.

"Y' ahnythor ymg' nnn, gokar'luh. Y' ymg' ephainnn, gokar'luh.⁶"

You smile slightly.

One day, you will heal completely.

And your friends will be with you for every moment of your recovery. And for every moment after you heal.

________

¹"Future is dead. We are dead" R'Lyehn (Cthulhu language) I was using this translator.

²"Monster! Lying monster!"

³"Your mind is dead."

⁴"I must die"

⁵"I must die! You must die!"

⁶"I must protect you, treasure. I will protect you, treasure."

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inkbloodpages · 3 months

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Treasure Planet is the perfect movie

-Daddy Issues

-Gifted Kid Burnout

-Pathetic dog man who definitely calls his cat wife Mommy

-Insane robot

-PIRATES

-LITERAL SPACE SHIP

-HAVE YOU SEEN THE CONCEPT ART???

-https://www.tumblr.com/zlo-sovs-lifeboat/735185147706605568/its-treasure-planet-birthday-day

-https://www.tumblr.com/scurviesdisneyblog/743097055932743680/visual-development-for-treasure-planet-2002-by

-The art is just so nostalgic of my childhood

-The way Captain Amelia’s pupils dilate when she’s interested in something is so good

-And her ears are expressive

-MORPH

-How he redeems himself and betters himself and how the cops bring him home at the end as a contrast to the beginning and the contrast between the “I just want him to be a little boy again bringing pets home” and then bringing in Billy Bones

-The eavesdropping on his mom being disappointed in him is so real for me

-I’m getting a tattoo from this movie and no one can stop me

-I have so many feelings about this movie dude

-I’m Still Here

#the guy I like likes this movie too he passed the test #treasure planet #resisting the urge to write fanfiction #jim hawkins

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hulahoopsoupgroup · 3 months

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day 2 of my short stories: arlefuri

furina stumbled through opera epiclese, her legs threatening to give out with every step down the winding staircases. truthfully, she just wanted to open the doors, flood the epiclese, and drown herself along with her people. her entire body somehow felt nauseous, sickly, before she reached the entry hall and saw sunlight streaming through the ornate windows far up the wall.

her entire body began to shake even more, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she willed her feet to move, one in front of the other, until she finally pushed the front doors open, taking in the scene before her.

the streets were, well, wrecked, to put it bluntly. fallen trees and lighposts littered the street. everything was soaking wet, including the people that came tumbling out of lifeboats like sopping wet handbag dogs. various shouts and screams filled the air as people realized that they were, indeed, alive, and that, as one rather jovial man put it, "the prophecy was wrong."

furina frantically scanned the crowd as she descended the front steps, catching glimpses of lyney, lynette, and freminet helping the survivors. she looked up to the sky as the clouds parted and squinted at the brigbt sun, putting a hand above her eyes to shield her vision as she reached the bottom of the steps, looking out into the crowd for a second time.

and there she was, the fourth fatui harbinger, dressed to the nines per usual, not a single wrinkle in her clothes. her crimson eyes softened as she saw the former archon begin to run towards her, nearly tripping over broken tree branches several times before collapsing into her arms as her legs finally gave out underneath her. she began to sob into arlecchinos chest, tightly gripping her suit jacket, nearly to the point of ripping.

the harbinger followed her slow descent to the ground, holding her in a protective embrace, tighter than she ever had before, and bringing a hand up to catch the tophat that fell off her head, setting it on the ground beside them before returning full attention to the distraught woman in her arms.

"its over now, furina," arlecchino murmured gently, running a hand up and down furinas back. furina continued to sob and shake in her arms, and she decided not to push her, willing to stay on the wet pavement all night if that was truly what she needed.

arlecchino heard a group of reporters begin to mumble amongst themselves nearby, getting agitated as they approached her and the former archon, pencils and paper at the ready.

"miss furina! miss furina! do you have any comment on this grand event for the people of fontaine to hear?" one man asked. furina tried to bury herself in arlecchinos chest in response, and the harbinger took it upon herself to scoop her up off the ground into a bridal carry and glare daggars at the reporters, her x-shaped irises glowing red as she began to back away from them.

"i bid you all a good day. do not seek miss furina out until she is ready to report on these events. if i or any of my attendants catch you attemping to bother her, your careers will be swiftly executed."

and without another word, arlecchino carried furina to one of the boats that ferried people across the water to the city, letting her compose herself before saying a word.

"thank you," furina mumbled as they sailed across the water.

"it was nothing. i merely did not want them to pester you. some reporters can be...insufferable," arlecchino said, watching furinas body language carefully. at the sight of one slight shiver, she took off her coat and gingerly wrapped it around furinas shoulders, nearly cracking a smile at how big it was on her.

"still," furina said, leaning against the harbinger and wralling the coat tighter around her body, "it was thoughtful of you...thank you for even coming to see me after all of this. you could have been helping the people of fontaine with lyney and the others, but you chose to help me. why?"

arlecchino stayed quiet for a moment as the boat drew closer to the shore. "because i love you."

furina looked up at her, lips parted. it was the first time she had ever heard those words coming out of arlecchinos mouth. she leaned up slowly and kissed her so softly under that fontanian sky.

the boat reached the shore, and arlecchino helped furina out, letting her lean against her for support as she guided her through the half-wrecked streets of the city, leading to the hotel bouffes d'ete, which surprisingly had not sustained too much damage. the children of the house of the hearth had hidden themselves away in the basement as soon at they heard news of the flood, and were all unharmed. they came out of hiding at the sound of their fathers voice, going to investigate furinas sudden appearance.

"i appreciate all of your concern, but this is a matter between only furina and i," she told them as she took furina to her bedroom, letting her lay down while arlecchino fetched a pot of tea and a plate of snacks for her.

"you are welcome to stay here as long as you like," arlecchino said, setting everything down on a side table, then moving to sit behind furina, holding her against her chest, arms wrapped around her waist as she rested her chin on her shoulder.

"...could you say what you told me earlier? while we were on the boat?"

"that i just wanted to spare you from the reporters?"

"the reason why you went to help me instead of anyone else..."

arlecchino chuckled, tilting furinas head to the side. "i love you," she murmured against her lips before kissing her.

"i think i could get used to you saying that."

#arlefuri #arlecchino #furina #arlecchino x furina #fontaine #genshin #genshin impact #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic

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therealvinelle · 1 year

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What do you think would happen if Edward and Bella were on the titanic when it was sinking? How would Edward try to save her?

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It so happens I am very interested in the RMS Titanic.

(A note before we start: the sinking of the RMS Titanic was one of the deadliest maritime disasters in history, and I often find the discourse around it tasteless. I hope I don't come across as crass making a Bella and Edward on the Titanic post.)

There is a problem with your question

You ask about Edward taking a trip with Bella.

Edward would get them first class tickets, there is no timeline in which Edward gets Bella anything but first class tickets. This man spends the first three books dry sobbing because she won't let him buy her a car and in the fourth book he snaps and just does it, and it's the most stupid expensive car he could find. And then when she's a vampire a few months later he gets her a Ferrari.

Bella will be a first class passenger, and a woman. And this is where your question puts an end to the adventure before it begins, because Bella would absolutely survive Titanic even if Edward's not there.

Of the 144 first class women on board the Titanic, 4 of them died. Of these 4, we know what happened to three of them: Ida Straus chose to die with her husband, giving her seat in the lifeboat and coat to the maid, Edith Evans from what I can gather was too scared to get in the boat, Bess Allison abandoned her seat to run to the other side of the Titanic as she believed her husband was there, and the boat sailed off without her, and Ann Eliza Isham is unknown with the only theory an "unsubstantiated rumor" she wouldn't leave her dog behind.

In other words, three of the first class women who died had the lifeboats were there and waiting for them but for various reasons they didn't get in. Presumably, this applied to Isham as well.

Bella is extremely clumsy and prone to making terrible decisions, but this is one where even she would be hard pressed.

The various ways Bella may try to avoid getting into the lifeboat

"I must give my seat to another!" Won't work. When the evacuation started, it was ineffective and not being taken seriously by all passengers (there are accounts of people declining seats because they would rather stay on the warm and comfortable Titanic than get into a dingy on the freezing Atlantic), which meant none of the first lifeboats to be lowered were completely filled. They were designed to hold 65 passengers, lifeboats 1 and 2 had 12 and 18 people in them, respectively (full table here(note: I understand it shows only who was still alive in each boat when they were found, not how many originally got in). (Yes, RMS Titanic had a severe lifeboat shortage, even if they'd filled all the boats to capacity there would only have been enough for a third of the ship's capacity, or 53% of the people on board that night, but this was aggregated by a lack of crew training, procedure, and passengers not understanding the severity of the situation.) Edward, being a vampire able to hear the ship being shredded, on fire, taking in uncontainable amounts of water and the crew discussing it, and also being very paranoid where Bella's safety is concerned, will appreciate the severity of the situation and put her in the damn boat.

"I refuse to get in the boat, Edward, which means you have to bite or I'll die!" Easily refuted by pointing out he can help save people if he doesn't have to worry about her, as well as by the fact that venom in your system won't save you from drowning which is what Bella will do if she doesn't get in the boat. Sitting on Edward as he paddles around the Atlantic won't work either, she'd freeze to death long before the venom could work its wonders (it was -2 degrees celsius in the water that night. It's been argued most of the victims that night died within minutes of shock from the cold temperature. There are cases of people who were rescued from the water into lifeboats, or who were exposed to the water from Collapsibles B and A, who froze to death). Bella sulks, but she gets in the boat.

Once Bella is in the boat, she's staying in it.

Edward... I can only hope he makes himself useful, but all I can see him able to help with is Collapsible A (where the canvas sides weren't pulled up properly, making it partially submerged) and Collapsible B (overturned, survivors were clinging to the keel). He could fix one of the boats, then take the survivors clinging to the other in it, but that is a best case scenario where the man is able to be pragmatic and quick-thinking. I don't trust him to be anything of the sort, rather I think he'd be too worried about Bella to be anywhere else.

This is the man who convinced himself she needed him to guard her while she slept.

He spends the night swimming under her boat, making sure it doesn't somehow sink, get struck by a new iceberg, capsize, or hit by a meteor.

#titanic #twilight renaissance #twilight #rms titanic

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hellcheer-heaven · 5 months

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Hellcheer Moodboard: The Little Merman

Eddie yearns to see what the surface world is like. When a great shadow briefly covers the moon above, he swims up to see a grand ship in the middle of a birthday celebration. He sees many on board, but the only one he focuses on is princess Chrissy. He's completely smitten and watches her dance with her friends. Suddenly, a violent storm erupts and everyone hurries to the lifeboats. However, Chrissy sees that her dog is still trapped, so she quickly hurries and successfully saves her dog. She ends up trapped and left to drown in the unforgiving waters. Eddie saves her and returns her to shore, singing a song of hope that maybe they could be together. This interest in the human world catches the undead eyes of Vecna, a being of great power whose magic can make anyone's dream come true; but not without a price.

#hellcheer #munningham #eddissy #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer moodboard #my moodboard #vecna stranger things #vecna

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pollunam · 3 months

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Flaws. Part 5.

Early in the morning, we loaded the gear into the lifeboat. I reloaded the pistols, gathered my hair into a tight bun, and was absolutely ready.

"So, to remind you, we attack at night," Gus repeated. "There will be about ten people for each of us, and," he raised his index finger, "Anders, don’t be greedy."

"My wild days are over," the Viking shrugged.

We climbed the mountain; it turned out to be easier than expected, as if our hands naturally found the footholds. Anders helped me up at the top, extending his hand, "Do you remember our agreement?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "but my wild days are not over yet." I was about to move on, but Anders grabbed my hand, stopping me. "Don’t even think about pulling something."

"What exactly do you mean by 'pulling something'?"

"Anything on the verge of madness and death."

"Can someone please stop this chit-chat and damn well get me off this cliff?" Freddie's voice had a note of wild panic.

"Damn it, Freddie," Anders pulled him up as if he weighed nothing. "And we’ll have a talk later," he threw at me while helping the others.

"What’s the problem?" Graham approached me, handing over some ammunition, "you can always deal with her like this."

"Are you suggesting killing Lassen right in front of him?"

"The plan sucks, but since we’re talking about it," Hayes whispered.

"I hear everything," Anders grumbled, coiling the safety ropes. "Watch out, Hayes."

Graham and I exchanged glances, laughing.

"You guys are like kids, seriously."

"Yeah, big guy, that’s why you love us," Hayes picked up his bag from the ground, waiting for Gus’s order to move on.

"Am I right that he’s going to kill armed-to-the-teeth Germans with a bow?" Graham and I watched as Anders moved forward.

"It’s a skill, probably, I’ve never seen anything like it."

"Gus, it’s like we’re taking one scaredy-cat and two crazy kids to a morning party," Anders turned back to us with an indignant expression.

"It’ll be fun," the captain chuckled.

Gus, Graham, Freddie, and I lay in the bushes, observing the life on the German base through binoculars. A car drove up.

"Gestapo," Gus said, lowering the binoculars, "and that coat isn’t bad."

"That’s too much."

"Alright, we’ll move out at night, meanwhile, keep an eye on the situation."

Shouts of Germans were heard behind us. Two soldiers grabbed their rifles but fell, coughing up blood before they could fire. I grimaced, turning away.

"What happened to them?"

"An arrow," Freddie shrugged.

"And where is it now?" Graham looked around.

"It went through."

Lassen stumbled out of the bushes. "There were two more," he gestured somewhere.

"And where are they now?"

"In Nazi heaven," the Viking shrugged, passing right by us.

"Great, Lassen, go ahead and shoot them with your bow," Gus said resignedly.

"We have no reason to wait any longer," I said, standing up and dusting off my pants.

Anders took out the lookouts; his arrows flew swiftly and accurately.

"Commendable," I remarked.

"Y/N, you’re with us," Gus called me over, "stealthily and quietly."

"Aye-aye," I chuckled, crouching by the container. We sneaked around the building from the back. Gus opened the door, peeking inside. He smiled, shooting the Germans sitting with headphones at the receivers, sticking his tongue out.

"Maniac," I exhaled, peeking into the neighboring building.

"And I tell them, it’s not a dog! It’s my wife!" The German’s joke was cut off quite unfortunately; it probably wasn’t even funny. However, Gus laughed, even when everyone else stopped. Then a burst of gunfire rang out.

I blew an imaginary smoke from my pistol, "How long will we keep strolling?"

"Get down!" Gus yelled, dropping to the floor.

Freddie took up the machine gun, spraying bullets over all the buildings and Germans. The bullets whistled, piercing the wooden walls.

"Is everyone here?" Gus got up as sudden silence fell.

"Except for them, sir," I surveyed the fallen soldiers like toys.

"And here are the new acquisitions," the captain smiled contentedly, approaching an officer.

"Leather is so out of fashion, Gus."

"But it suits me, you'll see."

We set out confidently, heading towards a round building that looked like a terrifying barracks. This was the exact spot where Anders had thrown the grenade, ducking behind the wall. He disappeared into the doorway and the billowing smoke.

"Let’s not rush; he’ll manage," Gus saluted the body of a German in the same coat, "I mean Lassen, of course."

When we entered the building, Lassen was standing there, bloodstained, holding a heart in his hands.

"What is that?" Graham grimaced, "Oh my God, Anders, don’t tell me that’s a human heart."

"Checked for presence," the man replied nonchalantly, adjusting his glasses.

"Thanks, darling, this is just what I needed to make today the most traumatizing day of my life." I turned away, wrinkling my nose.

"Well, hello there, friend," Gus smiled sweetly at the man handcuffed to the wall.

"Oh, God, Apple, how did you get yourself into this," I walked over to the battery from which wires ran to Jeffrey's chest, switching off the power.

"And it would be great to remove these too," he shook his hands, and the handcuffs clinked.

"Be patient," I took a pin from my bun and started working on the lock.

An absolute silence fell, carrying an unspoken question that hung in the air behind us.

"Do you two know each other?" Anders gestured between me and Jeffrey.

"We grew up together," the former German prisoner replied quickly, "By the way, remember that guy?"

"The Spaniard?" We started walking towards the exit.

"Yeah, it turns out his sister was a spy after all," Appleyard began his surprising story.

"I didn’t understand a thing just now."

Gus sighed, "Neither did I, my friend, neither did I," he patted Lassen on the shoulder, "leave it here, I beg you."

Anders dropped the heart on the floor and hurried after us.

"Hey, I grabbed your glasses!"

"And a coat for yourself, I see," Jeffrey smiled, "thank you."

Outside the building, Freddie was waiting for us, having rigged the weapon depots with explosives. As soon as we reached the cliff, there was an explosion.

"Beautiful," Gus observed, "well done."

The entire way back to the ship, we talked with Jeffrey, while Lassen shot us extremely displeased looks. How could this man be so grim after achieving his ultimate dream – a German heart?

The sun was slowly sinking beyond the edge of the ocean, painting the sky with shades of pink. I was chopping vegetables for a salad, watching through the small window as the colors in the sky changed. Thoughts swirled in my head, and an unfamiliar voice kept asking, "How's Anders?" and what was happening. Unfortunately, I had no answers. This strange feeling gnawed at my chest, begging for attention. However, let’s leave it for later. It was time for dinner. I peeked out the cabin door, calling everyone to the table.

“What a treat,” Graham exclaimed, rubbing his hands together as he settled into his favorite spot.

I smiled, “Glad to be of service.”

Gus appeared in the cabin, “I think we should celebrate saving our dear Jeffrey and open,” he rummaged in a drawer, “a bottle of wine.”

“Well, I've shared my news, what about you?”Appleyard asked, sitting next to Gus.

“Have they told you that Y/N got married?” Graham asked, generously piling potatoes onto his plate.

Here we go. Jeffrey choked, Freddie shot a disapproving look at his friend, shaking his head, “Who announces such news while someone is eating?”

“When?”

“So, that's more important than to whom?” I shook my head in disappointment, “I didn't expect that.”

Anders entered the cabin.

“To him,” Gus announced solemnly.

The Viking looked at me in confusion, as if to say, “Again?” I just nodded. Again. It seemed like this would never end. Not that it hurt or upset me, it was more amusing and intriguing.

Appleyard stood up, then sat down again and got up once more, “Congratulations, of course, congratulations,” he extended his hand to Anders, “I still don’t like you,” Anders replied, shaking his hand. Jeffrey laughed nervously. “I won’t even ask why.”

“Enough, that’s it, joke’s over.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We didn’t get married, there was just a situation where I called Anders my husband, then everyone thought it was a funny fact and it started.”

“That’s strange,” Jeffrey squinted, “Is it true?” He turned to the others.

They all shook their heads negatively.

“So, you’re lying to me after everything that’s happened? And didn’t even invite me to the wedding?”

I glared at Anders, seeking support, but he just stood there, arms crossed and smiling. “Now it’s really becoming something funny.”

“Yes, Jeffrey, I didn’t invite you because Anders doesn’t like you.”

Gus chuckled, lighting a cigarette, “That’s right, my friend. We barely convinced him to come along to rescue you.”

“Why do you do this to me?”

“Are you serious?” I couldn’t grasp what was going on.

“Of course not, you wouldn’t do that. And you wouldn’t marry him, but that’s between us.”

I have only one question: why do people act like we’re the only ones in the world when they say something or ask awkward questions?

“Why wouldn’t she marry me?” Lassen snorted.

“I’m not sure, of course, but you seem a bit…”

“A bit what?”

“I don’t know, she just wouldn’t.”

Anger was boiling inside me.

“Well, who among us is not the brightest,” Graham sighed.

“All right,” I rose from my seat, holding a stern and mighty weapon – a towel.

“No, wait, tell me, would you marry me?”

“Is that a proposal?”

“Very unfortunate timing, Lassen,” Gus responded calmly.

“I’m not going to answer that question.”

“So, she wouldn’t marry you.” Jeffrey shrugged.

“You’d better keep quiet,” I turned to him, “and stop talking about me as if I’m not here. None of you have any business in this matter, one more joke and I’ll kill whoever says it and blame it on an unfortunate accident,” I said passionately, “And you, who do you think you are? My older brother or father? I didn’t ask for your protection, Jeffrey. And for the record, I would marry him, but that’s irrelevant, so enough!”

Silence fell.

“Alright,” Anders said serenely.

“Alright!” I barked, leaving the cabin.

“I can understand her,” Gus said, “and each of you got exactly what you deserved.”

Two displeased looks immediately turned to him.

“Why didn’t he get what he deserved? He started all of this,” Freddie pointed at Hessie, who had been diligently and quietly eating, trying to blend into the wall.

I exhaled heavily, releasing pent-up emotions. Footsteps echoed, and I knew it was Anders or simply wanted to believe it, turning towards him.

“I can’t understand you,” he began, “you’re absolute chaotic madness in armor.”

“You know what, you can’t blame me for that because you’re no better.”

“There you go again, who told you it’s a blame? I like that you’re so real.”

“Wonderful, and again, why are you telling me all this?”

Without saying another word, Anders leans in so carefully. Breathing and not breathing, our hearts beating in unison, and he’s so close, he’s so close that I can’t feel my legs anymore. I can’t feel my fingers, the cold, or the emptiness of this ocean because all I feel is him, everywhere, filling everything. And he whispers, “Please don’t kill me for this.”

And he kisses me, placing his broad hand on my cheek, pulling me closer.

His lips are softer than anything I’ve ever known, soft like the first snow, like a piece of cotton candy, like pre-dawn air, like floating weightlessly in water.

This moment seems to embody the very essence of love – tender, gentle, silent. In his touch, there’s a promise of eternity, in his gaze – a reflection of our dreams. The taste of his kiss is not just sweetness, but an entire world where there’s no place for pain and loneliness, where every breath, every touch intertwines into the melody of our hearts. Let this moment stay with us forever, as a reminder of how easily even the coldest hands can be warmed and all flaws accepted.

A moment that lasted an eternity, where time ceased to exist.

“Anders,” I whisper, confused and at the same time tender, connecting with him through an invisible thread.

“That’s exactly what I meant,” he replies, adjusting my hair, “and nothing else.”

#anders lassen #anders lassen × reader #fanfic #female reader #the ministry of ungentlemanly warfare #reqs open #request

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dellalyra · 1 year

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Family Formations - Wreckage

A/N: this wasn’t requested by i was listening to i bet on losing dogs and this popped into my head and since I’ve been in such a writing funk i decided it had to happen also it’s sad I’m sorry

CW: angst, mentions of violence, grief, mentions of death, also somehow soft like rly soft

Summary: a very short Drabble - inspired by I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski. Megumi and Y/N centric.

My baby, my baby,

You’re my baby, say it to me

This wasn’t your room; this wasn’t your home. This wasn’t your blanket.

No hint of sandalwood cologne tinting the air.

No smell of tea tree shampoo.

No smell of baby powder.

To you everything smells of copper, of iron, of grief, of ash, of smoke, of destruction.

Your lifelines scattered between this life and the next – limbs and eyes and loves just gone like dandelion tufts in a breeze.

You lay on this bed. These sheets. These pillows. You absentmindedly admire the pretty blue colour of them. Whoever lived here had nice taste – he would like these sheets. He likes blue.

He used to say his favourite colour was gold.

You’re gold to me, whispered into your ear.

You sit against the headboard – staring at the wall.

The door creaks open.

The shock of raven spikes are still visible in the darkness of the room. He shuts the door behind him. He doesn’t say anything - doesn’t need to.

Just crawls onto the bed beside you, and lays his head in your lap.

I bet on losing dogs

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place

By the ring

He seems so small now – he looks like your little boy. Almost a whole foot taller than you at 16 and steadily growing, much broader and stronger. Sometimes, you think it’s funny how much he resembles him. Just, inverted. Dark hair instead of white (his father’s) but the height, the build, the slender hands. You forget he’s not biologically you and his.

His head in your lap, your hand moving to his hair, carding through it like you did for nightmares of boogeymonsters and creatures in the closet what seems like centuries ago. No more nightmares now. Just reality and boogeymonsters and creatures in your best friend.

He lets out a sigh. He doesn’t want to talk, he just needs you. You’re glad, you don’t know if you have the words. Do the words even exist?

The door creaks open again. A glimmer of soft pink in the darkness, it turns to move away and leave.

“Sit”, you whisper softly.

The figure – so many healing wounds turning to scars now. They shine in the faint trace of moonlight.

He goes to the side of your son, and lays behind him, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist, nuzzling his pink head into the nape of black hair.

You think of Geto.

The heartbreak he would feel at another young generation of sorcerers, the embodiment of the hope you all held – torn apart, obliterated, traumatised. Would the world have been different if you and Satoru had followed him that day? Would lives have been saved? Or would you have lost everyone?

In this reality; you have your boy and his love – curled beside you in the cocoon of warmth and safety you blanket them with. Nails lightly running over the scalp of the head in your lap, he loves that too – just like Satoru.

A baby is out there too. All white hair and eyes like his father. Safe, in your mothers arms. You don’t know where, you can’t know.

This gives you solace.

They are your lifeboats.

Because your ship that kept you afloat has sank, trapped and drowning. Not in an ocean but a god damn fucking box.

You don’t know who will get to shore. You’ll save all that you can. You’re scared of losing, of losing everyone. You’re not weak, you’re a beacon of power and strength – the embodiment of earth’s power and your love could cause earthquakes that shake to the earth's core. But somehow, you feel halved. You are whole, but not complete.

How can you be whole without half of your soul? When that half of your soul lost in a void? When you can’t feel that half of your soul since he was taken from you and trapped in a god damn box.

You and him are meant to be the strongest.

You almost laugh at the thought.

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

I'll be there on their side

I'm losing by their side

No.

No. No. No.

You can’t falter. You can’t crumble. You will not concede.

This boy, his boy, your baby, your love – you will not lose. You will destroy the world but never let a flame touch them – you will get them all home; you’ll raise your ship from the depths of the void in which he is trapped - you will keep them all safe.

My baby, my baby,

You’re my baby, say it to me

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #megumi fushiguro #yuuji itadori #itafushi #yuuji x megumi #megumi x itadori #pixie writes: family formations #jjk angst #Spotify

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dduane · 5 months

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Any chance of Lifeboat being available in audible?

I love that story. It's so nice to have a fic where Kit shines.

And who does not love a story about "good dogs"

It’s definitely on the To Do list.

I’ve been investigating studio rental prices in Dublin, with an eye to reading the revised Young Wizards novels and making them available as audiobooks internationally. So look for info on these starting in (at a guess) 2025. YW: Lifeboats would be recorded when the first ten are in the can and starting to be released.

HTH! (And thanks for asking.)

#Young Wizards #Young Wizards audiobooks

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organatwins · 1 year

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lukemara in a luke raised by vader au is actually fr so so good . actually it is tho fr. the two of you, stranded together in a lifeboat, how could you ever survive without the other, how could you possibly survive the separation . two of you, two birds on a wire, and both of you want to fly away, but only one of you knows how. attack dogs on a leash looking at the life theyve always longed for.... only one of them breaks free

#lukemara #mara jade #luke skywalker #sith au #hungry dogs au #dog motif posting #2sday.txt

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naisilla · 6 months

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The Emperor's New Muse Part .10

Odyssey Kayn x Reader

content: it only gets worse.

The Morningstar was quiet. The crew was exhausted and stressed about barely escaping the palace only minutes before. Only Jinx seemed to be doing well, humming a pop tune and bouncing along to the beat in her pilot's chair. But that was Jinx, never fazed by the violence around her but rather attracted to it. At least someone was coping well.

Malphite was a tough guy who wasn't affected by the battle. He tended to each member, using his medical knowledge to patch up and deal with the injuries.

You clutched your torso. Your wounds had reopened when you fled. Malphite's working his hardest to close up the gaping lacerations. Yasuo had gone quiet, staring out of the ship's window, looking ahead into the expanse of space.

Sona too was quiet, but that was normal for the Templar. However, you couldn't deny there was a defeated look in her eye. Things were not looking good for the Morningstar, and they were about to get worse.

"Holy shitballs! Guys you need to take a look at this!"

Everyone looks up, pausing their moping to focus on Jinx. She looks at her screen with her mouth agape. You and the others gathered around, peeking over her shoulder to glimpse at what she was so shocked over.

Headlining news: King Jarvan IV Found Dead. Space Pirate Culprits At Large.

A confused sound involuntarily left everyone's mouths. Jinx continued to scroll through the Demaxian digital newspaper. A photo of the Morningstar along with pictures of everyone included.

"That bastard!" Yasuo growls. His lips curled in a vicious sneer, but his eyes were wide and dilated.

"We didn't kill the king?..." Malphite says clearly confused about the situation. Jinx whispered something into his ear, probably explaining what was going on. A moment later Malphites giant fists slammed down onto the ship's floor panels. "That Bastard!"

Sona merely looked ahead, her golden eyes were dull and empty looking. Out of everyone who was furious she was contrastingly sullen.

A little blinker on the ship's dashboard made Jinx pipe up. "Shit! The tank is leaking fuel!"

Panic began to wash over the initial fury. We had barely escaped Demaxia_Alpha with thousands of palace guards and locus armada on our tails, The Morningstar was slowly traveling across deep space at an agonizing pace. Like a wounded dog dragging its dying body, it was only a matter of time before we got caught.

Out of instinct, you go to check the windows, peering out into the inky blackness of space for any movement or sign of a Demacian ship closing in on you. The abyss remained seemingly empty for now.

"Where do we go now?" you ask "All of Demaxia is after us now..."

"We are trapped on a failing ship, we are rapidly running out of fuel and eventually our rations and supplies will deplete."

"There is no planet that we can make it to that wouldn't sound the alarm on us."

You were right, there was nowhere to seek shelter and hide, with Demaxia ruling every nearby system there wasn't a single place safe from Kayn.

A sinking feeling began to take over as you took another peak out of the windows. You were all stranded in the middle of deep space, a dark empty expanse where you knew knew there was nothing outside yet you felt so exposed.

Like a moment from a shark movie, you were on a deflating lifeboat knowing that somewhere in the ocean was a giant megalodon stalking you, it could strike any moment and there was nothing you could do about it.

You were destined to be snatched up.

Just how long would it be until Kayn sunk his jaws into you?

A blaring siren snaps you from your thoughts, a red light flashes throughout the ship.

"Jinx what's happening now!?" You ask, yelling over the blaring alarm.

Jinx whips her head to look at you, her pigtails harshly swinging behind her. "It's an intruder alert!"

Your eyes are suddenly drawn to behind her, staring at the wall that began to emit a strange light, the wall is glitching like a TV screen. Before you can process how that is even possible a figure emerges, passing through the wall ignoring the physical law that it's a solid object.

It's Kayn.

You freeze in your tracks as your stomach drops and you feel a wave of fear and dread wash over you. Rhaast is in Kayn's grip, drawn back, ready to swing. The entire crew freezes up and stares up at Kayn, the intruder alert still blasting in the background.

Jinx is the first one to overcome her shock and tries to fire a pistol at the demaxian, but her bullets simply pass through him as if he's a hologram. Ignoring her attempts, Kayn swings Rhaast, the neon blade slicing the air in a sweeping motion.

Malphite acts instantly, grabbing Jinx by the back of her top and yanking her out of range. If this moment was in any different context you would've joked that she looked like a chihuahua being handled in a dog vest.

Yasuo unsheaths his sword and sends a gust of wind spiraling towards Kayn but the Ordinal merely cuts through it and with another slash of his scythe, cuts Yasuo's blade in half.

Caught off guard Yasuo gasps nearly getting sliced as Kayn strikes again, there was no time to react. Kayn moves with lightning speed and precision, his actions sharp and decisive. He outmaneuvers all of the crew members. Each one of their attacks hits the air, barely missing Kayn as he moves effortlessly, like a ghost. He sends more strikes toward the crew, slicing through their weapons and armor with ease. The air is quickly filling with flashing sparks and the crew is beginning to panic.

Even with all five of you against him Kayn was still gaining the upper hand, continously poking each of you with attacks that left you weakened and exposed. You were barely managing to keep up with the fight as everyone is forced back and on the defensive.

Sometimes you wish you had a specialty like the others, Yasuo was good with swords, Jinx was good with guns and firepower, Malphite was good with brute force and Sona was a good mage. As you fought Kayn you were forced to be resourceful, during you evasive moves you managed to grasp at was was once a metal pipe fixtured to the ceiling that got knocked down in the fight, steam pouring out of the hole. With the sturdy metal bar in your grip you used it to block each swing Kayn took at you, always aiming for it to collide with the handle of Rhaast so that his blade couldn't cut through.

You feel the pressure of his attacks growing as you realize the others aren't faring any better against the demacian. You try to maneuver around Kayn, to position yourself behind him to launch an attack he can't parry while battling the others. Yet somehow Kayn managed to keep you within his line of sight.

Nobody is able to stand up to Kayn, his sheer force of will alone makes every single one of you cower and flinch. He radiates a menacing and lethal aura that feels like death itself, like a predator playing with its prey.

"So much flesh to rend! carve me into them all Kayn!!"

Malphite was the first, his tough armor skin spit and gave way to Rhaasts blade. Kayn managed to skewer his entire torso and for the first time you heard him wail in agony. Malphite backs off with a limp cowering while Sona steps in using her ora to heal him while making a protective barrier between herself and Kayn.

It isn't effective as with a single hit Kayn breaks through and prepares to strike down, Jinx cuts in spraying a barrage of bullets between Kayn and Sona forcing the ordinal back and riddling the wall to their side with holes. Yasuo slides behind Sona to pull her further back away from Kayn while you jump in to block another swing of Rhaast aimed at Jinx.

The demaxian lets out a hiss of frustration. "Sona! you will open the gate!" With a powerful kick he sends you to the floor. "Don't think you're going to make it alive after this! All of you! Will be dead by the end of this!" Kayn swings down his scythe, you try to scramble out of the way but Kayn has gotten faster. You are saved by Yasuo dashing in to whisk you out of range at the last second.

He is out of breath, without his sword he can only use his swiftness and wind abilities. But he was burning out, soon he wouldn't be able to keep up with the fight. A bead of sweat accumulates with the sheen on his forehead, he glances at you for a moment and you are able to see the fear in his eyes.

"Face me, Captain! Face me and die!" Kayn yells launching himself into the air ready to come down on the both of you with another attack. Kayn was relentless he wasn't tiring out, even against five other people he wasn't breaking a sweat.

Yasuo grabs you ready to dash again, but as Yasuo springs off the floor Kayn is quick to use one leg to trip him up. Yasuo slips, the stumble causing both him and you to fall back in line with the trajectory of Kayn and Rhaast. You try to push Yasuo out of the way despite it being destined for the both of you to be impaled.

Letting out a shrieking war cry Jinx comes in throwing her empty machine gun at Kayns head, instantly he straightens up and slices through the gun like soft butter. With the split second of attention taken off of you and Yasuo. "Come and play jinx" Kayn yells, a thrilled grin appearing on his face.

Jinx follows up with throwing out her grenades, each one gets dodged smoothly by Kayn, only blowing up the ships interior. The intruder alert alarm continues to blare, now joined by more and more alerts as the ship continues to gain internal damage.

Sona watches on in silence while she tends to Malphite, Jinx was relentless, just as determined and arranged as the Ordinal. Yasuo while out of breath continued to use his abilities in short bursts to narrowly evade and poke at Kayn. You also struggled, without a reliable weapon or magic at hand you were at a disatvantage, but you continued to fight.

"I'm hanging here!" Jinx yells, you can hear the fear and desperation seeping through Jinx's words, but she continues to launch her attacks and grenades at Kayn, despite her attempts doing very little. Malphite was still hurt badly, the demaxian had carved through the golem's armored skin and his wounds were severe. He could barely fight now, despite his best efforts.

Yet he still tried, every time Jinx got too close to getting struck by Kayn Malphite would grab at the ship to launch pieces of its interior at the Ordinal or smash shock waves into the floor. His yells were desperate for his friend. "Jinx!" "Look out Jinx!"

With the help of Sona's abilities, both you and Yasuo were able to continue. "What's the plan?" You yell out to the captain.

"Don't die" Yasuo grunts matter of factly.

"Die!" Kayn yells in sync with Yasuo.

"Blow shit up!" Jinx cheers, her range of weapons destroying the entire interior of the Morningstar, creating another problem that you'd have to face in the future...if you could live till then.

You were ripped from your thoughts as Kayns hand gripped your throat, hoisting you up in the air.

"Don't get distracted y/n, that's how you get caught dear."

Instinctively you try to kick Kayn in the head, he blocks it with his arm. You swiftly attack with your other leg but he is faster and blocks again, using both legs you try to lock them together to deliver a more powerful kick centered to his face. Blocked again.

"You need to be less predictable" Kayn chuckles darkly, his fingers coiling tighter around your neck. You could feel your head building up in the head, there was no doubt it was turning red. The erratic pulse of your heart thrummed in your ears making all other noises sound distant and reverberating.

Jinx lets out a war shriek and rams into Kayn, hitting him with the side of her gun like a baton. "Unhand her you hot freak!" Even in your weakened state, you sent her a "wtf" look. Kayn simply ignores the pilot, blocking each of her attacks with one arm without even looking at her. His stare locked onto yours.

"I'm going to make you suffer, once I'm done strangling you I will skin you alive and force you to watch your insides fall out as you die!" Kayn's voice began to overlap with his sentient alien scythes.

By this point pain was shooting up your body in sync with your pulse and your lungs were searing in hot pain. The edges of your vision were fading into a dark vignette and the rest of your body was growing limp and heavy.

With a powerful kick, Kayn sends Jinx sliding across the floor. Yasuo tries to rush in but is sent back when Kayn drops you to launch a sweeping slash. The blade catches on the front of Yasuos torso and rips a gash across. Yasuo stumbles back and Kayn goes in for another attack but Jinx jumps back in still screaming, with one strike Kayn hoists Rhaast with his blade facing upwards to slice at Jinx from below.

Jinx jumps back but her pant leg gets snagged by Rhaasts curved blade and Kayn uses it to hook and drag her in one swift move toward himself. She gets flipped onto her back and Rhaast buries himself into the flesh of her shoulder blade, Jinx howls in pain but manages to shoot her pistol from behind her back, looking over her shoulder. Kayn dislodges the scythe to block the bullet, it ricochets off of Rhaast and hits Yasuo, grazing the side of his neck.

Weakly you try to trip Kayn with your leg but unsurprisingly he doesn't even spare you any attention, merely stepping over you and walking slowly towards Sona. The templar had been working so hard, multitasking between healing Malphite and boosting the others.

"I've had enough of these games, it's time to go." He sneers, grabbing her by the arm. Sona was never a physically strong human so she easily gave way to Kayns force, he hoists her to her feet and drags her across the room. Malphite who had mostly recovered rushes Kayn from behind only to have the Ordinal whip around to hack into the Golem again. "YESSS RIP AND TEAR INTO HIM KAYN!"

Malphite is brought to his knees, clutching the gaping wounds that riddle his body. "Malphite!" Jinx wails, crawling over to her best friend desperately, Kayn is quick to kick Jinx across the face while she's on the floor, she spits out a tooth, her eye begins to swell. Malphite reaches out to her making a sad whimpering sound before glaring at Kayn "You hurt Jinx...You must DIE-" His roar is cut off as Rhaast is suddenly buried to the hilt in the Golem's throat, Malphite lets out a surprised gurgle a dying breath escaping the space in his throat before eventually slumping over with glassy eyes.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Jinx's cries were shrill and primal. She scrambles across the floor toward her best friend tears leaking from her swollen face. Her head whips towards Kayn and another rattling growl comes out, she's suddenly back onto her feet in a fit of hysteria and rushes Kayn. Yasuo tackles her as Kayn retaliates, taking the blow of his scythe. They both fall to the ground Yasuo's arms hugging Jinx close, as they bounce off the floor Jinx coughs and sputters looking at Yasuo and the giant gash across his abdomen and back, blood seeping out in copious amounts.

"No no nonononono". Jinx rambles her words slurred, she grasps at Yasuo and shakes him worriedly. You struggle to recover yourself, your old wounds had definitely reopened yet again. Kayn looks down at the four of you with contempt. "Look at this, the famous Morningstar finally on their knees." He walks back over to stand directly in front of you all his golden eye now gleaming with ora.

With the tip of Rhaasts blade, Kayn tilts Yasuo's head to look up at him. "First I kill your brother, and now you. How poetic." Yasuo can only bare his teeth in a pained growl, his blood continuing to pool onto the surrounding floor. Jinx has been reduced to a sobbing mess as she clings on helplessly to Malphite's body, with no more bullets, clips, or magazines left to let out her fury. "What's wrong Jinx? Are you tired of playing already? I'm only starting."

Kayn turns back to Sona. "This could've gone so much differently, as a Templar I expected better from you. If only you gave yourself up earlier, you wouldn't have to watch your friends die." Sona's eyes widen as Kayn turns back towards the Morningstar crew. Jinx, Yasuo, and you were all at his mercy now.

Rhaast's blade glints with every flash of the red siren light. "FINALLY! CULL THEIR NUMBERS! DISMEMBER THEM ALL!" Kayn grins, each approaching step making your heart tremble with fear.

His boots stop right before you, you strain your eyes to stare up at him as he imposingly stares down at you. The red light behind him casts an imposing shadow upon you. There were no final words, no more smart quips. Kayn swings.

And Sona intercepts.

Kayns eyes are blown wide as he watches Rhaasts blade pierce himself into the chest of the Templar. "WHAT? NO!"

Everyone stares in shock as everything slows down. Sona's chest glows in a golden light where Rhaast's blade penetrates. Panicked, Kayn pulls Rhaast out hastily and gold flows out. Sona who was once floating, now falls to the ground. The Morningstar crew cries out for Sona. You too scream out, hand outstretched towards the Templar, she locks her eyes onto you, those beautiful golden eyes like pools of swirling gold glitter, and between your minds, she speaks something when finally the golden light from her chest fades.

"YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO KILL THE TEMPLAR! WE NEED HER ALIVE" Rhaast roars at Kayn, the Scythe's ora roiling.

"WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO THE MAGE GOT IN THE WAY!"

"YOU LET YOUR RAGE GET IN THE WAY OF YOUR ABILITY TO REACT! I KNEW YOU WERE TOO OBSESSED WITH THE MORNINGSTAR!"

"SHUT UP RHAAST WE CAN HEAL HER!" Kayn kneels before Sona, lifting her up as he looks over her wounds. It was ugly, a giant tear where Rhaasts blade had perfectly slotted between her rips slicing her heart, there was no faint pulse Sona was truly gone. Not like Kayn ever learned to use his ora abilities for healing, and the only medic here on the Morningstar was also dead.

Kayn lets Sona's body drop to the floor and he gets up, a dark grimace cast on his face. With an outstretched hand, golden ora snakes out of Sona's chest and into the air seeking refuge into Kayn's palm. Copious amounts of Ora feeds into Kayn sending a shiver down his spine.

"What do you think you're doing?" You gasp out weakly.

"Harvesting her ora of course" Kayn replies coldly. "The Templar had an affinity for aura and I wish to have it for myself." As the ora enters Kayn's body his eye begins to glow brighter and brighter until his entire eye is glowing. He gasps. "Forget the Templar Rhaast I alone can open the Ora gate."

And just like that Kayn turned his back to you and walked away, phasing through the wall like when he first entered the Morningstar. From the view of the window, you could see the locus armada mother ship. No, it was much larger. It had to be the late King's personal warship.

It loomed over the Morningstar like a creature of the deep, something much bigger and more ferocious than a shark. It along with its fleet, swarmed around like a hungry pack of animals. You were expecting to be fired upon, to be finished, but to your surprise, the Demaxian ships turned and after engaging hyperspace drive disappeared into the abyss of deep space.

Stunned you glance around, Yasuo is still bleeding out and Jinx for the first time ever is silent. Forcing yourself to your feet you start by dragging your remaining friends into Malphites medbay. You struggle to drag Yasuo onto the bed, then Jinx, propping them up against each other to stay upright.

You didn't know the first thing about first aid but God were you going to figure it out right now, you were not going to lose one more friend today. First, you needed to stop the bleeding, Yasuo had it the worst, human vital organs are located in the front so that's where you should start a simple dressing wasn't going to be enough and a tunicate only works on a limb, not the torso.

Taking off his shirt you use it to apply pressure, Yasuo hisses in pain, and you grab his hand and apply it to his wound. "Hold it there as tight as you can". Yasuo shakily nods and grunts as he holds it in place. You go to look over Jinx, just a swollen face and a tooth missing, you gently brush her hair away and tuck it behind her hair before grabbing an icepack and holding it to her swelling. At least you were certain Jinx was going to make it.

Now to figure out how to close Yasuo's wounds, he had already bled through his tshirt. Stitches are what is normally done right? You just need a needle and thread. You search through the drawers to find anything you can use. Drawer after drawer is ripped open and rummaged through, the items insides carelessly swiped aside in desperation. Panic begins to seep in as you fail to find any thread or needles.

Your hearbeat becomes erratic again, no no no where is it? Your searching around the medbay becomes more frantic the longer time passes. Each second that goes by is a second more that Yasuo bleeds out. A firm large hand grasps your arm, you pause and turn to look at Yasuo whos looks at you with a calm gaze.

"We need to stop Kayn."

You shake your head. " There's no need, Kayn can't do anything now...now that Sona's gone."

Yasuo's eyes darken and his facial features feel a little heavier. "Something tells me that Kayn has found another way, we can't risk that chance. Jinx can't pilot the ship in this state. It's up to you to get us there."

You try to refuse you open your mouth to retort against him but he interrupts you. "Don't worry about me, I'll figure out how to close this up, just get us to the ora gate."

You nod and run off toward the cock pit, it had been completely obliterated. The walls have been ripped off and the floor has been torn up, steam gushes from exposed pipes and wires crackle with sparks of electricity. You pick your way over to the pilots bay, the seat is destroyed so instead you stand in front of the dashboard. So many error icons flash on the screen like a faulty car. Looks like you have to manually override and drive the ship yourself.

But where do you go? The Morningstar was already dying before Kayn came and further destroyed the Morningstar, the situation you were in earlier still stands. You are desperately close to running out of fuel so you simply can't chase after Kayn to the Ora Gates. You need to find somewhere to restock and get medical attention for Yasuo and Jinx but every planet in the galaxy is warranted to arrest you under Kayn's new law.

Drastic times require drastic measures, it was risky but you needed to take every risk in order to prevent Kayn from opening the Ora gates, so you steer course the Morningstar and fully turn it around. You were going back to Demaxia_alpha.

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niragisqueenofhearts · 2 years

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~The Devil's Dog~ pt.2

Park Jongdu x fem!reader

warnings: Nsfw, smut, mentions of murder, blood, cutting

Part 2!! Enjoy you sickos, Love y'all! <3

word count: 3219 [might be a bit off but oh well]

part 1 part 3

It had been a month since you've seen Jongdu. As much as you've tried your hardest to forget everything you saw, everything you've experienced on that boat, you just couldn't. The memory of him touching you, licking at your wounds the sounds he made as he thrusted into you, it all had remained imprinted inside of your head. All you wanted was for it to all to disappear. To disappear from your memories.

You sat in your office, motionless, empty, just staring into space as your mind played back the last moment you saw…him.

It was night. The moon shined down illuminating the dark ocean. Everyone had boarded the lifeboat and begun to make their way towards the shore. For 4 days, you had been stuck on that ship, finally you were about to gain back your freedom. You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply letting the salty scent of the sea fill your lungs. You slowly opened them again gazing into the dark waters below. Jongdu sat next to you, holding the chain that had been keeping you prisoner in his hand, a smile plastered on his face as the boat got closer and closer to the shore.

A chill ran through your body as you remembered what happened, your thought was soon replaced by a different one; his lips covering yours, his hot body crushing against your own. Your cheeks burned with passion as you pictured yourself beneath him, feeling the warmth of his body on top of you- No, you can't think of him like that. What he did was wrong. He took advantage of you; you shouldn't think of him as anything but evil. You shook your head clearing the thought from your head and turned your eyes to where the shore came into view.

Overjoyed, everyone leaped into the cold night ocean trudging through the water. You watched as people began jumping off the side of the boat screaming happily at the cold water that covered their bodies. Jongdu pulled your chain slightly, signaling to you that is was your turn. You sighed deeply as you submerged your legs into the cold waters making way to the shore As your body touched the icy cold surface of the sand you shivered. Slowly stepping forward you waded out of the freezing sea, the soft sand coating your feet. You're out, you were finally out You couldn't believe it, you were finally free.

Everyone began to cheer out to the night sky celebrating their victory. You stood there, watching as the others danced and jumped and laughed amongst themselves enjoying the moment that just occurred. They really did it, they escaped. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you gazed at the group, you felt as if you couldn't look away from them, the torture you went through, it haunted you every day. "Who's ready to go home?" One man screamed, they all yelled in a celebratory response. "Hey," You called out to Jongdu, still clasping the end of the chain. "Do you mind?" Signaling to the chain around your neck. "Kyu-tae!" He yelled out waving the chain. Kyu-tae gets the hint and tosses the key to Jongdu.

Immediately you wrap your hand around throat, gently caressing the aching bruise that was etched into your flesh as the chain was finally removed. He wiped a tear from your cheek and chuckled. "You're seriously crying again?"

"You killed my friends," You snapped, "And you..did things to me."

"Nothing that you didn't enjoy." He responded as he wrapped the chains that held you captive for 4 days around his waist as a sick little keepsake. As much as you hated him, a part of you knew he was right, you did enjoy it, but that same part of you knew that you would rather die than admit it to yourself. "Plus, you're alive, if i were you, I'd be a bit more grateful." He continued.

"What happens now?" You whisper to yourself. He grinned widely at you, "You run back home little puppy." His hand snakes around your neck pulling you into a kiss before releasing you. "Don't miss me too much, I'll come back and fetch you later, okay?" With that he joined the rest of the convicts and begun walking to only God knows where, leaving you stranded on the beach. Was he serious? Come back? He wouldn't..would he?

You made your way home in the cool weather of South Korea, shivering as water dripped off your soaked pantlegs. A lone tear rolled down your cheek as you looked down at your bare feet, thinking how lucky you are to be alive. Your feet ached as you walked a mile through the familiar streets of your hometown. You stopped short of entering your house, "My keys-" You whispered to yourself remembering that everything you had, your documents, keys, ID's, all left on the boat. You sighed as you grabbed a large rock and hit it against your window shattering the glass. You then proceeded to climb through the window, being as careful as you could to not get cut by the glass. Once you made your way to the kitchen, you placed the rock on the countertop and rummaged through drawers until you found what you needed. A knife. Sure, it wasn't much of a weapon considering a person of Jongdu's nature, but it was something.

You rushed to your bedroom, opening the door and closing it once you were inside, locking it behind you. You practically ripped the bloodstained, orange suit off of you. Anyone's first instinct would've been to throw it away, burn it if you had to, but not you, not after anything. You wrapped your nude body into the warm embrace of your blanket as you stared at the suit that rested on your vanity. Everything felt so surreal right now. You didn't expect to live another day, never again. You were numb and confused, not sure what to do from there, you just sat there as all the memories played back into your head like a song on repeat.

It wasn't long until the police showed up to your house. Just a week after you got off that wretched boat. They were shocked to even see you still breathing in the flesh and not as mutilated, maggot infest remains. They took you in immediately, taking you into the hospital, asking questions of what happened on your 4 days of hell. It was hard for you to respond at first but eventually you told them everything, the whole truth. For the next 2 months, nothing but cameras, tv reporters, in your face, all day, every day.

Alas, days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and slowly all the recognition you've been getting from the press had been dying down day by day. It still didn't help that the entirety of Korea knew your face. If it wasn't the press in your face with their flashing cameras, then it was people at your local cafe that you go to every week shooting you the same supportive yet pitiful look every time you walked in. You understood their reason behind it, so, you slowly began to accept it. You were so happy to find out you were working again, you thought you'd finally be able to put all of this in the past and continue with your life, not even hearing his name again. But it all went downhill as news of more murders started spreading like wildfire.

For your own sanity, you decided to pretend he never existed, you stopped watching the news, skipping pages in the newspapers that mentioned any updates, anything, because you knew in some sick way, hearing of the murders would just give your poor little heart some hope that he may just come back. You didn't need any more reminders.

"Hey," Your colleague Jess called out for you snapping you out of your thoughts, "Yeah what's up?" You greeted her with a smile, "We got a broken arm in room 3, skateboarding accident." You nodded before excusing yourself from your seat and headed in the direction of your new patient. "Hey bud," You greeted the young boy, "Let's get this fixed up yeah?"

A broken arm was usually nothing, so it didn't take much time for you to reset it and wrap it. "I don't recommend you doing any skateboarding until this comes off okay?" The young boy nodded as you wrapped the last layer of bandage onto his cast. "It's just so horrible." His mother blurted, you looked to her, and respond assuming she was talking about the skateboarding accident.

"Oh, no worries, we know the drill," You reassured, smiling at her. "It won't be long until he's doing ollie's again." You smile winking at the child. "Oh no, I’m sorry, I meant the news," You froze as she continued to speak, "All those murders, it's horrible." She shook her head as she watched the news play on small monitor across the room.

"Another victim of the grisly murder spree has been found today." The reporter droned on, showing several uncensored photos of a woman, her body not even recognizable as human. "I hope they find the bastard and kill him in the worst way possible." The woman cried, you listened closely as the reporters explained how their story came to light, what the police knew about who killed the victim in such a brutal manner. Photo by photo they showed the mugshots of each surviving convict that escaped the boat, their faces engraved into your memory. Your stomach sunk as you saw Jongdu's photo flash across the screen.

You shook your head and continued working on the cast to completion to get your mind off of things. You said happily, packing up your tools. "Thanks, Doctor!" The boy thanked you as he gave you a hug, you returned it as you smiled, "No problem, sweetie." You watched as the mother held his hand as they walked out of the room. "You okay?" You jumped as you noticed Jess now standing by you. "Yeah, I'm alright." She nodded along with you before continuing the day as normal and escorting you to your next patient.

This day felt stranger than usual. You felt like you were being watched, like you were under a microscope. You tried your best to ignore the feeling as you went on with your day, but that didn't stop you from feeling eyes burning holes in the side of your head the entire shift. Finally, after working an 11-hour shift, you were so relieved to finally go home. As soon as you arrived, you threw your bag to the side and headed toward your bedroom. You noticed a more than familiar pair of work shoes resting outside of the closet as you stood in front of your vanity, "Babe, are you home?" You called out for your boyfriend, Bobby, he was the only good thing that ever came out of this whole thing. "Babe?" You called out again, no answer.

You were about to shrug it off until you heard a more than familiar voice causing you to freeze where you stood. "You won't be hearing from him anymore." The voice spoke coldly. You looked into the mirror to see Jongdu in the flesh and blood, and speaking of blood, he was drenched in it. Blood trickled down his chin as fresh blood coated his neck making it appear as if someone carved him up with a sharp blade, "Jongdu…" You murmured his name softly as you stared at him through the mirror, "Oh don't worry, I’m perfectly unharmed, I can't say the same for your boyfriend though." He said casually as he walked towards you, his broad torso pressed against your back. You stood frozen there for a few seconds as you processed his words.

"How'd you find me? You asked, trying your best to sound unaffected, but he already knew just how terrified you were. "I always knew." He replied calmly, his strong hands gripped at your waist before he turned you around. "Where you'd go for lunch, what time you got home from work, what time you clocked into work; I knew it all." He took his knife and brought it up to the collar of your shirt slowly cutting into the fabric. His eyes immediately made way to the very noticeable 'x' shaped scar he etched into your skin. You gasped as his arm makes way around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He purred as he began to place kisses onto the scar tracing the shape of it with a look of pure pleasure on his face, "Did you really think you could hide from me forever?" He asked between the licks of his lips before kissing your neck softly, placing gentle kisses onto the wound. You shook your head as tears began to gather in your eyes.

"Aw, the tears, the tears." He mocked. He continued to make kiss marks down your neck, "I love that look in your eye, like you're trying desperately to hide something from me, well, you can't hide anything from me," He grabbed your jaw firmly forcing you to look at him, into his eyes. Those damned eyes burned with passion and his smile, the smile that started it all, filled your vision. That smile caused your heart to flutter uncontrollably no matter how evil it was. "You want me, i know it, so why hide it?" He kissed you gently this time, slowly sucking on your bottom lip. Slowly you moved away from his touch to look at him straight in his eyes, "Are you going to kill me?" You whispered. His grin widened slightly, "No, baby, I have a better use for you," He answered seductively. You shiver as you feel the cold metal of the blade he held in his hand touch your belly.

He chuckled as he pressed the tip of the blade into your flesh. You cry out in pain as you watch red trickle down your hips onto your legs, soaking your blue scrubs. You let out another choked sob as he begun to kiss and suck on the fresh cut he made into you. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you attempted to pull away from him but to no avail. "Please, please stop." You cried. Eventually he did pull away giving you relief.

"God even after all this time, you still taste so good." He sighed as he ripped the tattered shirt off you along with your brassiere beginning to kiss your breasts as he allowed his hands to roam your bare torso.

You sighed deeply as you felt yourself melt in his hand. This feeling: the fire that erupted in you as he touched you, the warmth, his smell, even in being complete pain you still wanted him. Everything seemed to become too much for you. Every single nerve was screaming, begging to touch. You missed him. God, you missed him. Tears pooled in your eyes as you let them fall, but you refused to move a muscle. You were afraid to, it felt wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to push him away.

"Did you miss me puppy?" He asked as a smirk crept across his face. Your heart ached as you closed your eyes and tried to block him out. "I did." You whispered taking in a deep breath as the clarity washed over you. There's no more hiding it. He scooped your legs up around his hips as he picked you up off the ground and moved towards your bed throwing you onto it. You watched as he ripped his blood drenched t shirt off himself, throwing it across the room before he reached for the waistband of your pants, quickly pulling them off along with your underwear, leaving just the lower half of you exposed.

Run Y/n, just run. Get the fuck out of there. The little voice in your head spat. But your legs wouldn't obey, and before you knew it, he was upon you, pinning you beneath him as he hovered over you. His eyes burned through yours, dark pools of molten gold staring right into your soul. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips firmly against yours, the kiss was rough, full of passion. Your heart swelled with happiness as you kissed him back, the kisses became more forceful, desperate. He rolled his hips, grinding himself onto you and you let out a moan, pushing against him in response. A groan ripped from Jongdu's throat when he felt the friction. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed you, now.

He undid his pants and pulled them off him before thrusting into you with such force, it knocked the wind out of your lungs. Your body was on fire, all you wanted to do was touch him, feel him, feel all of him. His hand intertwined with your scalp pulling roughly. He attacked your neck with kisses and bites so hard that he drew blood.

Everything went blurry as you became overwhelmed by pleasure and pain, he pounded you relentlessly until you were completely undone, unable to think, unable to breathe. You couldn't stop, couldn't hold yourself back. Even in a frenzy you had never felt more free, more alive. "Jongdu!" you gasped as tears streamed down your cheeks, your legs tightening around him, squeezing him tight. He began to thrust even faster as your body began to tremble under him. His hands were like fire as they ran all over your body.

All the different sensations clouded your mind drowning you in bliss. Your body ached for release; your brain begged for him to finish you. It was almost unbearable. "Jongdu, please…" Your voice sounded as if it was coming from somewhere far away. Your vision began to fade but you stayed conscious enough to feel Jongdu's movements, his fingers gripping your thighs as he pushed inside you. In seconds you felt your walls tighten around him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting heavily, as he began to shake. You moaned his name as you released everything, releasing every ounce of tension and pleasure as his body shuddered violently underneath you as your orgasm took over both of you.

You were on cloud 9. Everything around you had disappeared, it was just you and him in that moment. Nothing else mattered.

You stayed as still as you could, not daring to move a muscle as exhaustion plagued your body. "Fuck." He remarked as he lifted himself off you, his hair disheveled and sweat covering every single inch of him. He smiled as he looked down at you, the same shaking, teary eyed mess he once made before. He admired you like art. "So beautiful." He whispered as he traced every single bruise and bite he made. You flinched as he caressed the new mark he made into you, he laughed at your reaction as he continued to trace the tender flesh. You avert your gaze from him and looked down at your new wound, you smiled to yourself as you noticed the shape of a 'J' on the left side of your abdomen. You're his now, and you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

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