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orowyrm · 1 year
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HOLD UP. BACKTRACK. BOAR SKULL THAT BROKE A SHELF? HELLO??
oh yeah lmao it’s been a while since i’ve posted about my bones collection in general, forgot that y’all might not know about my tremendous and frightening baby boy
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here he is! his name is boris. adult male wild boar skull, slightly damaged and missing most of his teeth and lower jaw. i got him for a whopping 5$ plus shipping on ebay and cleaned him myself in the backyard with dish soap and peroxide in spring of 2020. he’s my terrible son who hates me and destroys furniture (don’t worry, the shelf he’s on in this pic is much more stable and he hasn’t caused any problems since the incident) but he wears a funny hat. i’ve been considering buying tusks to try and glue them in because i was upset he didn’t have any, but it would be hard to find a set that fits so i think he’s just gonna stay toothless.
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this is about how he looked when he came home to me…. he cleaned up real nice :’) very proud of him. was my first time degreasing and whitening anything bigger than a vole skull so i think i did a pretty damn good job on him
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Rocket raccoon x reader part 2
Warm
Hey guys I’m glad so many of you like it! I’ll continue to work hard for you all!
SPOILERS FOR GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL.3
Trigger warning!
1. Drug withdrawals
2. Abuse
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The warm waters soaking your coat felt nice, you had never experienced this before so it took some teaching from mantis to get the hang of it but you quickly picked it up. Looking toward the soap that mantis lent you looked at all the bottles, ‘shampoo? What the hell is that?’ you opened the bottle with a confused face and poured at least half the bottle on your body.
The suds from the shampoo intrigued you, noticing how they turned slightly gray from all the dirt on you made you excited to see what you looked like without the dirt. Seeing all the other ‘perfect specimens’ with shiny and clean coats made you feel jealous. After rinsing off the soap and turning off the water you peaked out of the shower towards the door that Mantis was on the other side of.
Using the cloth she had left you you dried yourself off to the best of your ability, “okay Mantis I'm done.”
The door quickly swinging open she had a small pile of clothes in her hand, “okay so I have clothes for you but I don't know if you'll need help or not.”
“It's okay I got this” The tank top was a darker orange and the slightly baggy pants were black, with pockets littered all around them. You then stopped, shoes, you had never worn them. Grabbing them and peeking out the front door Mantis was gone. Panic flooded your body, then you locked eyes with rocket.
He was frozen again, looking you over he thought the clothes fit you very well his mind was torn from the thought when your voice sounded out, “Could you help me with them? I've never worn them before.”
“Oh. Uh yeah!” he waved towards you, “Follow me.” he showed you to the table and chairs pulling one out and helping you up in the chair he helped with your socks and then slid the shoes on. Watching him intently he then showed you how to tie the knot and then you followed his instructions with the other shoe.
“Thank you for showing me how rocket,” you looked him in the eyes for the first time and he was speechless. “Oh uh yeah it's no problem!” he fumbled internally screaming he slightly smiled at you.
“So would you like to change your name?” he looked at you quizzically, “I mean only if you want to!”
You thought about it for a second, “(y/n), I read it in a book at one point. I thought it was lovely.”
Rocket nodded “okay (y/n) it is then!”
Helping you out of the chair he had you follow him and took you to the kitchen, “are you hungry?” nodding you looked at all the characters walking by outside. Hearing voices coming from a nearby door you peeked your head out the door while Rocket dug through the fridge. At the table were the people that you met earlier, some yelling at each other and some just trying to have a peaceful moment.
Rocket made you a plate of some food and walked you over to the table. Sitting down the table quieted down, everyone looking you over. You fur still slightly wet but fairly dry your fur poofed out.
Drax belted out a laugh “I never thought we would meet a fluffier animal than this rabbit!” pointing over to rocket.
The table collectively sighed “Drax leave IPT-189 alone!” yelled Mantis.
“Their name is (y/n) now!” Rocket slammed his hands down. The table was quite once again, “I am Groot,” the tree spoke up looking towards you.
You looked to anyone else to see if they, “it's nice to meet you again Groot.”
Peter spoke up “he said he likes your new name.”
Looking at him then at Groot again, “Thank you, Groot.”
“I am Groot,” he nods.
Drax who was looking at you pretty much the whole time, “so why did the evolutionary keep you around? From files we stole the burned all of batch 89.”
Straightening your back and looking down at your plate you were quiet. “Drax! You can't just ask someone that!” Peter yelled.
“But we are all wondering,” drax exclaimed looking at Peter. The table then devolved into arguments and playfulness, everyone putting in their two cents. You watched in awe, when the table quieted down drax glanced at you. “So... Why did they keep you around?”
“Drax! What did we just argue about!?” Peter piped up again.
“When did we argue?”
“Just now!”
“I wasn't paying attention to what you were saying.” drax breaks eye contact from Peter.
“The high evolutionary was fond of the arts, I happened to be gifted in art when others were others were not,” you looked at your forearms.
The table was quiet when listening to you, you looked at all of them and felt your stomach churn. Hoping down from your chair, looking around grabbing a pencil and paper. Then hopping back up, drawing a quick sketch of the room, everyone at the table, and the half-empty pitcher of liquid.
The sketch was practically a picture of the room. “I happened to sketch the evolutionary when I was meeting with him at one point. That was the moment he knew what to do with me.”
You grimaced remembering the day that you had your surgery. The room was quiet again, rocket looked at you. Tears silently fell from your eyes, “I am Groot.”
Groot slowly hugged you, you didn't know what to do then slowly hugged back what you could. After some time the table went back to the usual loudness. When everyone was done eating you were shown around, the children that were also on the high evolutionarys ship running around and laughing.
You choose to stay with the guardians for a while as you got used to living a normal life, Nebula helped you with getting clothes from the tailor.
One night after the other you had withdraws, mantis helped with them at night but after two nights you didn't want to tire her out. After a few nights of being alone in the medical bay again you heard the door open. Your ears perked towards the doors again.
“How are you doing?” you looked towards Rocket who was standing at the door. Making his way towards you he sat at the edge of your bed. Your knees were pulled into your chest and your arms were wrapped around them. “I've definitely felt better before,” you whispered.
Nausea washed over you again, and you sat back in the bed. Rocket walked over to the bed and sat at the edge of it, “do you need some water?” he handed the cup that Nebula left earlier for you. You took it gently from him and sat up for a quick drink.
Once you were done he put the cup back down on the small table, and you laid back, resting your back on the wall.
“Hey rocket?”
“Yeah?”
“You can say no and I won't be bothered if you do, but would you sleep here tonight? I've been having this terrible nightmare.”
He looked at you, your ears were down and you were looking down not making eye contact, “Yeah, I don't mind.”
You smiled just a little bit, “Thank you,” touching your forearm where the fur met with metal. “He used to drug me with all sorts of things from any planet he could get his hands on,” your fingers followed the edge of the metal all the way around.
“I'm sorry (y/n),” feeling the survivor's guilt he carried creep back into his mind as he looked down at his hands. Then your hand slipped over his, “you know I'm so glad you got out of there Rocket, I'm so happy that you got to go outside and see the galaxy. I'm happy about it because then if you didn't who knows where I would be or where you would be.”
You squeezed his hand “I'm so glad, thank you for escaping all those years ago.”
Rocket looked at you with shock, “But I left you guys all behind.”
“But you came back for us,” you locked eyes with him. His eyes swelled with tears and started crying softly. Hugging you tightly you embraced him back, he soon let go and wiped his eyes.
After getting settled for the night, you both just shared the bed. Talking about things of all kinds of things, you asked many questions. Catching the camera in your eye again it caught his eye, “can I ask about the camera eye?”
You were surprised for a second but you looked at him, “It takes pictures for me when I needed to paint still life paintings. It was hard for me to remember what people and things looked like when I first started. He would get upset when something didn't look like reality.”
“How do you see what you need to paint?”
You laid back and then patted Rocket to lean back, looking towards the ceiling you blinked your eyes a few times. After a second or two, a projection came out of the same eye. It was a painting of a bridge with a stream running underneath it on a tablet, you could also see the blank canvas being placed next to you. Rocket was amazed with you and disgusted with the high evolutionary, you blinked and it was a different picture another animal from batch 89 was there. It was a strange-looking creature with pure white fur and on the larger side, “he said he was a polar bear.”
You blinked again, it was the painting from earlier, flames struck against the painting. You blinked a couple of times showing Rocket some of the new pictures you had taken. Some of Cosmo, some other animals, and people laughing and dancing. Once you got tired you turned off the projections, looking over to Rocket he looked tired as well.
He pulled you in close and you cuddled into his fur, he stiffened up a bit but then melted into the cuddles. Closing your eyes you peacefully drifted into sleep, Rocket watched your eyes slowly close and followed suit drifting to sleep fast.
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Part two Is done! You'll see part 3 out soon too! I hope you guys enjoyed it!
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basyacriptid · 8 months
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I need information handed to me in this general order: 1. Would you be opposed to being represented as a Beetle person in media?
2. Fave food

3. 3 general likes

4. 3 general dislikes.

5. flower of choice.

6. describe a minigame, as well as resouces gained from said minigame. a sketch is not required but would be immennsly helpful.
Information is fro a doodle project. moots and my fave users shall be drawn based on this info.
HIIIII BAA BELOVED 🫂!!!!!!! So formal!!!! For a sec I thought the evilcorp found me and contacted me again lmao!!!
Anyway
1. WOULDN'T MIND BC I AM BEETLE!!!!!
2. Sandwiches!!!! More specifically ones with meats and veggies
3.I understand this question as just random three things i like so, plants, wet specimens, uhh sweet type of chocolate(white, milk)
4. Pink, loud cars, hospitals
5. Poppies!!!!!! I love poppies!!!!!
6. Minigame? Resources gained from minigame? Idk what to answer sorry
OKAY HOLD ON, i just went straight to answering before reading the whole thing!!!! I'll wont delete this info bc you and my other moots may be interested to learn something about me
But its hard for me to accept gifts of any sorts, so can i ask for you not to draw me anything? i really appreciate what you want to do, but i hope you can understand that i don't want to bother my friends with making gifts even if they small like a doodle
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erika-being-erika · 3 years
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More levihan reccomendations!
Part 1
• One Last Time by PiercingThePage
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
Levi & Hanji have been dating for about 3 years in highschool. He starts to have feelings for one of the pretty girls names Petra Ral. After he starts cheating on Hanji with her, he decides he wants out of the relationship. Until the day he decides to tell her, ends up being the day she tells him that she's pregnant. Will they make it out well, or will Levi start to realize he is becoming his own dead beat dad
• Having My Baby by Countess_Dorkula
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
Another SNK Kink Meme fill. Follow Levi and Hanji as they go through the marvelous adventure towards parenthood.
• catch me if you can by fanmoose12
[Multi-chapter || on going]
Summary:
The Ackerman duo. Just the mention of this name filled Hange with so many feelings. Mostly, when she reread the files of their cases over and over, until her eyes watered, she felt pricking annoyance. Sometimes, when she stared at the dead bodies of those scarce unfortunates who stumbled upon their crimes, she was filled with hatred and a pushing need for revenge. Hange couldn't deny, however, there were times when she marveled at the impudence of their crimes. And, when she was investigating the Ackerman's cases and saw just how meticulously planned they all were, she couldn't help but feel something close to fascination.
No one knew who they were. No one had seen their faces, no one knew their true names. Almost everyone knew of their crimes.
Hange was determined to unravel every last one of their secrets. She will put an end to their crimes and then she will get the elusive Ackermans behind bars.
• Partners by fanmoose12
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
When Petra was promoted to a detective and partnered up with legendary Levi Ackerman, she felt like the happiest person in the world.
But, as she soon found out, detective Ackerman she used to admire so much was actually a far cry from the ideal policeman Petra thought he was. He was rude, harsh and easily annoyed.
And, in addition, he still hadn’t moved on from the death of his previous partner - detective Hange Zoe.
• can't keep my hands off you by fanmoose12
[Multi-chap || completed]
Summary:
Hange, Levi and their not so secret relationship.
• Looking for You by fanmoose12
[Multi-chapt || completed]
Summary:
Returning from a long mission, all Levi wanted was to spend sometime with Hange. But instead he got a message from Erwin, urging him to come to HQ. There he found out, that Hange was missing for over a week and that his new mission is to partner with Moblit, Hange's loyal assistant, and together find and bring Hange home.
• A Tale of Two Slaves by TundrainAfrica
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
"Soulmates don’t exist. Fate doesn't exist. Everything's a choice. And Levi could only watch as she made the choice for him."
Levi remembers everything from their past life. Hange doesn't.
• Free-Falling by djmarinizela
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
Skydiver and tea shop owner Levi Ackerman meets the town’s resident mad scientist and tries to convince himself that he's not falling for her.
• All of Me by MannaTea
[Multi-chapt || completed]
Summary:
By the time they reached the trees, Sylvia's sides were heaving, her flanks covered in sweat-foam, but they couldn't afford to stop; two titans had become more. Hange refused to look behind her, but she could tell by the way the ground shook that one of them was at least a 13-meter class.
And all she had with her was one blade and a horse who was about to drop dead of exhaustion.1
• Dreams May Not Come True by MannaTea
[Multi-chapt || completed]
Summary:
Levihan. Hange knows something is wrong when she goes down to breakfast one morning and the smell makes her stomach churn.
• Something Like Destiny by MannaTea
[Multi-chapt || completed]
Summary:
Reincarnation AU. Zoë doesn't have dreams; she just knows.
• A Dangerous Game by just_quintessentially_me
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
A snk 1920′s AU:
Sina is wild, crowded, bursting with industry. Home to jazz, fashion - and corruption. Crooked politicians, dirty police, and powerful gangs have turned the city into a cesspit of violence where the powerful rule. At the center of the chaos are the Ackermans - one of the most powerful gangs in the city, Mayor Fritz - who is as corrupt as he is wealthy, Erwin - a police commander determined to weed out the corruption in his own department, and Hanji - a journalist willing to risk everything to expose their city’s darkest secrets.
• A Simple Choice by just_quintessentially_me
[Multi-chapt || completed]
Summary:
The rain had started up again. Fat droplets drummed over her hood, drenching the fabric. Her horse’s reins were wet and cold; though her fingers, numbed from continued exposure to the elements, could hardly feel them.
Following the sound of the explosion, they’d arrived at a clearing. It was a mess of blackened, shattered wood, and the wagon, a skeleton, was little more than a smoking husk. Beyond the wreckage, a titan lay prostrate. Felled, its limp, hulking form was barely visible through the rain.
As soldiers shouted, pointing at the creature, one of the horses still tethered to the ruined wagon, writhed. When the beast screamed a broken, panicked wail, her own horse shifted, flanks twitching with unease.
Hanji barely noticed.
The soldiers' voices, the poor beast’s screams, even the heavy, even thrum of rain - had silenced as she looked to the river.
A body lay at the edge of the dark, white-capped water.
• License to Science (And Kill) by just_quintessentially_me
[Multi-chapt || completed]
Summary:
When International criminal organization, TITAN, successfully steals an arsenal of missiles along with their encrypted launch codes, Code Blue is initiated. It up to Agent Levi Ackerman, a spy in a class of his own, and Research scientist Hanji Zoe, the premiere authority on the organization, to halt a global catastrophe in its tracks.
She lowered her glasses, brown eyes blinking over the rims. “Does this mean I have a-” One brow lifted. “License to Science?”
“No. But I do have a License to Kill. Don’t tempt me to use it.”
• Aftermath by just_quintessentially_me
[Multi-chapt || completed]
Summary:
Levi rushes to the wall in the aftermath of the Armored and Colossal Titans' attack.
“Are you worried about your wife?”
The question shocked him out of his musings.
Levi looked up, “My what?”
But the pastor was already speaking, “You’re obviously beside yourself with stress – and it’s understandable. Not knowing if your wife has survived-”
Levi cut him off, “My what?”
The pastor hesitated, apparently realizing he’d made some mistake, but misunderstanding precisely what it was. “Your…wife? The woman we traveled with before? She’s ah – forceful. You two uh – have the same, er – strident personality. When we first met, she dangled me off the wall.”
• Terrible Things by someonestolemyshoes
[One-shot]
Summary:
The first time he tells her she’s pretty, Hange is all kinds of filthy - sweaty, dirty, twigs in her hair and mud on her shoes and a great big disgusting ball of everything Levi hates.
She is also crying.
It isn’t like he’s never seen her cry before - they’re nine and crying is just what kids do, especially kids like Hange who like to play with things they probably shouldn’t play with and like to climb trees even though they’re kind of clumsy and so the crying, in it’s self, isn’t all that weird.
What’s weird is that Hange - Hange, with her print-smudged glasses and ratty ponytail and clothes two sizes too big for her - is crying because a boy called her ugly.
• Acquiescence by 3LevisInATrenchcoat
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
On Judgement Day, the tide brought someone strange.
• My soulmate by a_golden_hearted_snk_fan
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
When your soulmate gets injured or hurt, their injuries show up on your skin with a slight sting then slowly fade. It was a rare thing to occur, but Levi and Hanji were the lucky ones.
• SOS by djmarinizela
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
Levi is a reclusive senior student who shares an apartment with Mike, Nanaba, and his best friend, Hange, who he's secretly in love with. Oddly enough, they also belong to the same secret club with a special operations squad. The 104th cohort is a bunch of freshmen misfits they've taken under their wing, Moblit is Hange's lab partner also vying for her affections, while Erwin’s the newest instructor who doesn’t know how to teach. And they say school is fun.
• the moon is dark by alteirkay
[Multi-chapt || completed]
Summary:
His face was wet.
“What the hell?” He murmured touching his face to see if he was mistaken. He was not. His hair was damp with sweat. There was an uneasiness invading his whole body. He was filled with it like he had drunk it straight from a bottle. His chest was heavy, his breaths were uneven, and his right eye was throbbing like a hammer was hitting at it continuously.
He was feeling like he had just lost someone.
• The Experiment by KakashiSensei
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
After a public brawl between them, Commander Erwin confines Captain Levi and Zoë Hange to barracks. When the Survey Corps next heads out, they are left behind as a punishment. Soon bored out of her mind, Hange turns her scientific curiosity towards the most interesting specimen within her reach: Levi. When his past reaches out to him to claim him back, she joins him on a dangerous journey. Do budding feelings have a chance in the most desolate of places?
• windmill by alteirkay
[One-shot]
Summary:
Here is the thing about Levi, his heart is a windmill in the middle of a wilderness where there was no wind to make it twirl, there was no wind to make it beat, pound and feel. Just feel.
Until one day he got hit by a storm so wild, so rare and so incredibly terrifying but in the most beautiful and breath-taking way that it left him defenceless, vulnerable and weak. Like a tiny little flower which had long passed its day of blossoming in a fierce, winter dawn yet it stood erect with its fragile body, challenging against the merciless winds and the brutal frost.
He fell in love.
• In Your Shoes by Neighborhood_Nori
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary
Levi, Paradis Studio's strict ballet instructor, can't stand the newly hired hip-hop instructor, Hanji. As a ballet dancer with his own complicated history with hip-hop, Levi only has respect for the more refined forms of dance. Can Hanji change his mind about her and her style of dance through determination, persistence, and her passion for dance?
• Distractions by Rookblonkorules
[One -shot]
Summary:
Hange’s love for pop culture interferes with her and Levi’s work.
It’s annoying.
• Leave You Whole. by zerothecreator
[One-shot]
Summary:
Levi spends his last moments in Hangë’s arms.
• Moments by Anonymous
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
Levihan Modern AU
She's a long-legged, sun-kissed beauty with tattoos in hidden places and multiple piercings.
Her leather jacket's on his bedroom floor, her ripped jeans too and she's pretty sure one of her heeled scarlet boots got left in the living room in their haste last night. At least her glasses are on top of the bedside drawer- they managed that, at least.
• more baby snacks by argethara
[One-shot]
Summary:
Levi tries to find out how and why boxes of Udo's biscuits are gone.
• Anniversary by EllePellano
[One-shot]
Summary:
AU One-shot: Erwin and Levi have a short conversation about the woman they both loved
• All We Are by TundrainAfrica
[One-shot]
Summary:
"We’re what’s left of the old survey corps Levi. We’re all alone.”
“We can’t be alone if there’s two of us.”
“So what do you suggest Captain Levi?”
“We stick together…” Levi answered. “We stick together, Commander Hange.”
During the time skip, Hange and Levi's relationship develops.
• Thin Ice by Xenobia
[Multi-chapt || completed]
Summary:
Takes place between events in chapter 90 of the manga. Hange, now commander of Survey Corps, commissions Captain Levi to scout territory in the mountains to search for a supply tower she believes may still be stocked. The scouts need all the supplies and currency they can get in order to carry on with their goals. Against his better judgment, Levi joins her on this excursion. The bitter, early winter makes their mission harder than expected, however. The pair find themselves relying on each other to survive, and they find it increasingly difficult to treat one another as comrades in arms and nothing more.
• Hidden Meanings by WhatHistoryForgets
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
Hange never thought a materialistic item could mean so much to her until she lost it.
• Of teacups and stale bread
[One-shot]
Summary:
Five times Hange prepared tea for Levi, and the one time that he did.
• Unintended Consequence(s) by Ella3982
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
Not all of the Anti-Personnel Control Squad died when the cavern collapsed. Some of them escaped through the tunnel Hange, Moblit, and Armin used. When the two parties meet, the Anti-Personnel Control Squad takes the three Survey Corps members hostage with the intent to force the Survey Corp's hand. However, when they find out that Kenny Ackerman has died, they become more desperate.
If the Uprising Arc had ended a bit differently, how would it alter the course of the story? What would change, and what would stay the same?
• A Fire in the Shadows by free_pancakes
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
LeviHan in an Avatar the Last Airbender AU - a side story occurring alongside the events of ATLA
Levi, the nephew of a fire nation captain, stumbles upon a ragtag group of 5 known as the Scouts, formidably known for foiling the plans of local fire nation control, living in the forests a few miles north of Ba Sing Se.
• Speak Your Dark Pleasures to Me by Lamia of the Dark (VisceraNight)
Summary:
A collection of drabbles and oneshots exploring a sexual relationship between Levi and Hanji.
• Tips & Tricks by Sleepyheadven
[One-shot]
Summary:
Eren’s brow was furrowed forward in confusion as he spoke. “I thought you said that staring at people isn’t nice?” He said after a few moments, gathering his thoughts. He seemed genuinely bewildered as to why she was intensely staring down a stranger when she had told him countless times before that it was impolite to do so.
Oh, lord, was her only thought as she quickly scrambled for an excuse. “I - Uh - well, sometimes people stare at other people because -” before she could even begin to form a proper sentence, Eren interjected. She wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or dismayed by his actions.
“Is it because you think he’s cute? My friend Ymir stares at my friend Krista that way all the time, she says it’s because she’s so pretty!” Eren babbled happily, oblivious to the way Hange’s grip around the handle of the cart tightened. Her brown eyes darted back and forth between the stranger and her son, hoping that he couldn’t overhear their conversation seeing as Eren wasn’t the softest of speakers.
• A drunk man always tells the truth by krissixh
[Multi-chapt || completed]
Summary:
Levi finds out that Hanji is engaged to a rich man. He gets drunk that night and confronts her his feelings. The two have to confront a lot of difficulties to be able to end as a couple.
• Relapses by Oreotragus
[Multi-chapt || completed]
Summary:
Despite having become a great asset to humankind, Captain Levi still has some trouble adjusting to his post-crime lifestyle, especially the social aspects of it. One extremely badly coordinated step out of his comfort zone creates a grand mess that he has to clean up.
• Weight of Survival by otterbeans
[One-shot]
Summary:
Hanji gives birth to Levi's unintentional child. She pretends to be surprised when he shows up for it.
• Don't drink the kool-aid by smallblip
[One-shot]
Summary:
Think of a number between one and ten. Because that's how you love in this world. First you toss out the word love. You tell it to its face that Commander Erwin Smith says “love is the ultimate cult of men... A sect... A dirty ploy by the whatever god is up there to make us all vulnerable..."
And then, everything falls into place.
• until another thursday evening by pinkweirdsunsets
[Multi-chapt || on going]
Summary:
and ever since they were only five, Levi had protected her, whether it was from the daily shenanigans she came up with or the criminal background he came from. She was his sunshine, messy and grinning, and he shielded her away from all terrible things.
until zeke yeager came along.
• Make It Make Sense! By cznpai
[Multi-chapt || completed]
I can't add the summary cause I've reached the limit. Welp i still have a lot of fics here so ill make a another post of reccomendations... HAHA bye!
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highfaelucien · 3 years
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Lucien Headcanons
it’s time to SUFFER. bc 95% of these are going to be sad. because I’m me. and Lucien is Lucien. and all he knows is sadness. 
-Has chronic pain/muscle stiffness in his back from the improperly healed wounds left by his whipping UtM. It flares particularly badly in cold/wet weather, and he sometimes uses a cane to walk with. 
-Internalised ableism from the whole ‘fae are perfect specimens’ means he’s ashamed of this, and only uses his cane when others can’t see, which worsens the problem.
-speaking of which, his back is still scarred from the whipping, which he doesn’t like other people to see.
-has never had the abuse he experienced at Tamlin’s hands validated/explored, as Feyre’s was, so likely feels that it was his failures/his fault that Tamlin rejected him when he finally left the Spring Court. 
-speaking of which: given how much................every other character blames him/feels anger and resentment towards him for “letting Tamlin abuse Feyre” or for “not doing more to help Feyre” he probably feels similarly guilty for not, somehow, doing something to help his mother escape Autumn/for abandoning her there. Guilt is one of Lucien’s overwhelming emotions. There’s no way he feels okay about this. 
-Probably feels he’s a coward for the way he’s been forced to survive in a world that’s bounced him from abusive living situation to abusive living situation since he was fucking born. literally.
-is agender. partly because I say so. but also partly because he has an androgynous look and always has. and also doesn’t play into the stereotypical fae gender roles/fae male bullshit nearly as much as...everyone else in the universe. 
-is demisexual/demiromantic. partly why the bond with Elain is so important to him/he considers himself ‘mated’ now. his only real mentions of romance before Elain were 1)- Jesminda and 2)-a brief mention of ‘dalliances’ at Calanmai which he never actually takes part in bc he spends his time watching over Feyre instead/was probably bravado bullshit. because that’s how Lucien do. 
-only other serious relationship post-Jesminda was with Andras. because i’m a  hoe for pain and so is Lucien, so we’re bringing this shit back.
-plays piano beautifully, and was taught by his mother, but hasn’t touched one in years. 
-deeply loves and misses music. occasionally goes alone to concerts in Velaris just to close his eyes and pretend his life isn’t total shit for a few hours while he gets lost in the music.
-has huge abandonment issues because literally everyone he’s ever loved has either died or flat out abandoned him. 
-also has serious self-worth issues because he has never been anyone’s first choice. Ever. they have always seen him as expendable, someone they can afford to lose, someone they can afford to leave behind.
-a part of him is probably secretly, perhaps subconsciously, glad that Elain hasn’t rejected the bond. it’s like schroedinger’s happiness at this point. if he never actually has it, then it can’t be taken away. if she never actually commits to him, then he can’t lose her.
-writes poetry as a method of venting/processing things that have happened to them. He burns everything he writes, to ensure no one else can ever read it. He used to share his work with Jesminda, but doesn’t feel comfortable enough with anyone no to let them see.
-has hate!fucked Rhys at least once back in the day.
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angryschnauzer · 4 years
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Superior Specimen - Chapter 1
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Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig... and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.
Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)
Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex
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I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.
Superior Specimen – Chapter 1
It had all started innocently; you’d been cruising the paleontology and archaeology tags on Instagram, checking out the progress of the summer digs you were unable to go on, one in particular catching your interest. The dig in the Siberian summer desert was posting some fascinating photos and clips, and you were following them avidly from that point on. 
 A week later when you got the job at the Natural History Museum and you proudly posted a selfie in your uniform, you saw some familiar accounts like and comment, one in particular leaving a chain of hearts, and when you clicked on the profile you saw it was one of the palaeontologists from the Siberian dig. Hitting that ‘follow back’ button you didn’t think much more about the account.
 -
 It was your first day and you couldn’t have been prouder of your own achievements. You knew that jobs within the archaeology and palaeontology fields were few and far between, and unless you were blessed with some very rich parents or managed to snag some sort of sponsor or bursary, actually following the dream and getting in at the upper levels was almost impossible. You’d worked your socks off, volunteering on domestic digs during breaks from university, taking jobs after your degree to advance your language skills, and now it had paid off; the front desk at the most renowned museum in the country, perhaps even the world. Now as you stood beneath the skeleton of the Blue Whale in the giant atrium of the gothic building, you adjusted your name badge, polishing the three flags that were adorned on the bottom of the badge to show the languages you spoke, and watched as the security guard unlocked the doors for the days visitors to excitedly rush in.
 The following weeks rushed by, you thoroughly enjoyed your role and settled into it quickly. You were called upon to help translate for confused visitors from overseas, held a level head when people got out of hand, had met all the staff - it surprised you how small of a number of staff there actually were - and above all you felt completely settled.
 At the end of a long day you finished up your shift and clocked off, grabbing your bag from the staffroom lockers before stepping out into the warm summer evening. Checking your notifications you saw a DM, and smiled when you saw who it was from; the guy from the Siberian dig that over the last few weeks you had started chatting to casually. 
 @Kinghenry; “Looking beautiful as always. How was work?”
 You smiled where you could see he’d replied to an on-the-way-to-work selfie you’d posted that morning;
 “Good. Tiring. And thank you <3”
 You saw the little notification that your message had been seen, and paused as you saw that he was writing, meaning he was online right at that moment;
 “What are your plans for the rest of the night?”
 “A scented bath, then I’m ordering takeout and bingeing Netflix”
 “So, no-one to take you to dinner?”
 You smiled at his sly way of asking if you’re single;
 “Nope. Why; are you asking?”
 “Absolutely. Plus, I brought you a gift back from the dig”
 “Oh yes? What’s that, a bunch of bones?”
 “Just one. A big one. Wanna see?”
 You laugh-groaned at his innuendo, before another message came through with the icon that the user had attached a photo. Your thumb hovered over the icon, hesitating. Had this casual flirting advanced to dick pics? And more to the point; did you actually want to see what he was packing? Hell, you’d seen the crew shots of the dig and had seen him tagged, the guy was built like Hercules. Taking a deep breath you looked up and noticed you were almost at the entrance to the tube station. If you didn’t tap it now you wouldn’t have enough signal in the underground train tunnels to download it, and you knew he would have had the notification that you’d gotten the message. You tapped on the photo… and waited…
 The laugh you let out once the photo loaded bubbled from your throat; there he was, stood in the Siberian desert, chest bare, and holding what must have been a femur from an enormous bi-ped as it was well over 4ft long. You knew that fossils were incredibly heavy, so for him to be holding one of that size you felt a tingle in your stomach at the thought of how strong he was. Screenshotting it your phone buzzed where he sent another message;
 “So, what do you think? *wink*”
 “That’s an impressive bone”
 “Heavy too”
 You felt a bead of sweat slowly make its way down your back, the heat of the summer evening still intense in the city, and you knew if you stood outside the tube station much longer you’d melt;
 “I’ve got to get on the tube, talk later xxx”
 -
 Later was quite a few hours later, and as you sank into the scented bath, you’d indulged yourself with oils, petals, candles; the whole nine yards. The obligatory candle-lit shot of your legs peeking out of the water headed to your grid, before you settled back and relaxed.
 Your phone propped up in the wooden bath shelf playing your music, and a glass of wine half-drunk as you let the feeling of the waters soothe you. After a couple of songs you heard the chime of a notification, peering out of one eye to see that he’d sent you a message. Wiping your hands on a towel you opened it and smiled;
 “Sorry if the tease was too much earlier”
 “Not at all. I opened it, didn’t I? *wink*”
 “That you did… you curious little thing. How’s the bath?”
 “Warm, wet, and relaxing”
 You knew you were being a tease, but you’d had a glass of wine before you’d even gotten into the bath so you were a little emboldened by the alcohol. Your phone chimed and you saw another photo notification, tapping on it and letting out a ‘ouff’. He was standing in front of a full length mirror, wearing just a pair of running shorts that clung to his sweat drenched body and left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the clear outline of a heavy cock resting against his thigh to the point you were surprised it didn’t peek out from the leg hole.
 “I could do with something warm wet and relaxing right now… got all worked up at the gym”
 Your jaw literally dropped; you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the screen as your entire body shuddered with lust. Turning onto your side you flipped the camera to selfie mode, and snapped a shot of your body; doe eyes, the swell of your breasts glistening in the candlelight, down to the curve of your hip as it emerged from the cloudy blue and green water. Not a single thing was showing - nipples and pussy just hidden by the water - but it was obvious you were completely naked. You hit send and settled back into a more comfortable position, watching the screen as it changed from sent to seen then the little notification to tell you he was typing;
 “Look at what you’ve done to me”
 The photo that loaded was taken from chest height, and he caught his stomach and Adonis belt, and his shorts were obscenely tented. He was typing again, and much to your surprise it was a phone number;
 “Here’s mine, or you can show me yours… number that is…”
 Taking a deep breath you hit the number and raised the phone to your ear, hearing it ring before a deep voice answered;
 “Henry?”
 “Yes, is that you Princess?”
 “It’s me” you found your free hand had slid down your body to the juncture of your thighs, just his voice was turning you on.
 “What are you doing?”
 “I’m touching myself… your voice… fuck…”
 “So, if my voice is turning you on so much you must touch yourself, taking you out for dinner will be an interesting experience. Will I need to slide my hand under the table and pet that little pussy of yours?”
 “I guess I’ll have to skip wearing underwear then…”
 The groan that you heard down the line sent sparks to your clit as you rubbed figure eights over the sensitive nub, and you longed to hear it in person, whispered against your ear, his hot breath fanning your skin.
 From that point the conversation entered the gutter, Henry had the dirtiest mind and the deepest voice, his words wrapped around your brain like it was enrobed in salted caramel, and when you came you called out his name so loud your neighbours probably heard. As you came down from your orgasmic high you heard a quiet chuckle;
 “Feel better now Princess?”
 “Hmmm yes, thank you”
 “I need a shower now… somehow I’m even more worked up than before the gym… Hmmn I wonder why?” he mused down the line
 “Shame I can’t lend a hand to help out” you countered, and the sharp inhale of breath told you he’d liked what you’d said.
 “That can be arranged… anyway, I have an issue I now need to take care of, and as you’re not here I need to take the matter into my own hands”
 “Both hands?” you asked coyly
 “Jesus woman… you’re gonna be the death of me, I’m so fucking hard I could burst right now”
 “Well I’ll let you go, but I’ll say what I said before, shame I can’t lend a hand. Speak soon Henry”
 “Absolutely, take care Princess”
Chapter 2 >>>
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Diabolik Lovers Zero Vol. 12 Azusa Mukami [Track 1]
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Original title: 串刺しの蝶たち
Source: Diabolik Lovers Zero Vol. 12 Azusa Mukami [CD not owned by me]
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Kishio Daisuke
Translator’s note: The second to last Zero CD I have to translate before completing the entire series, wooh~! I know Azusa isn’t a very popular character within the fandom, but I actually have a huge soft spot for him after translating his Eternal Blood CD. ;w; He is just such a cutie at times, it warms my heart. Hearing his ‘clone’ talk regularly completely threw me off though! He sounds so different, but in a good way! I kind of wish Azusa would start talking a little faster himself but I suppose that’s part of the charm of his character?
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Track 1: Pinned Butterflies
*Creaaaaak*
*THUD*
The two of you step inside the museum.
“It’s really...pouring outside, huh?”
You nod.
“I’m glad we just so happened...to pass by a place where we can take shelter from the rain...If not, we might have ended up...wandering through the forest while sopping wet...However, if we return home late...Ruki and the others will...get worried. I wonder if we should have just...headed straight home after finishing our errand?”
You frown. 
“It has been a while since we visited the Demon World...So we just wanted to make a little detour, right...?”
*CRASH*
You flinch at the thunder.
“...Oh. It struck closeby...With the weather like this...It seems smart to stay here...until the rain lifts...”
You agree.
“We’ll end up returning home late but...Let’s stay here just a little longer? Then after we’re back...We can apologize to everyone. I’m sure they’ll understand...If we explain.”
You nod.
“Mmh. I suppose we can kill some time...inside this building?”
Azusa starts looking around.
“Hm...But...I didn’t expect to find a museum around here...Seems like we are the only visitors though...Furthermore...Oh. What an impressive amount of portraits...Several people are portrayed...Seeing them all lined up next to each other like this...makes me a little anxious.”
You tell him it’s a little creepy.
“Mmh. I’m sure they would have made for nice paintings...if only their expressions were a little more bright...But they all seem to be suffering. ...That large canvas over there...The man on it looks sad, don’t you think? I wonder if he...went through a painful experience? ...This museum is kinda...weird.”
*CRASH*
“Ah...! ...Ah, are you okay? ...The thunder is a little scary here, don’t you think? It said on the guide map that there’s a basement floor as well...So should we move there?”
*TIMESKIP*
You have arrived in the basement.
“Just as I thought...We can’t hear the thunder down here...It’s less illuminated than the earlier floor but...It seems comfortable to stay at.”
Azusa comes to a halt.
“Oh. A door. I wonder what room this is...?”
He opens the door.
*Creaaaak*
“Woah...It’s so spacious...There’s a bunch of glass cases...Are they exhibiting something, perhaps...? ...Oh! There’s a lot of...insects. They all look like...specimen.”
You get scared, hiding behind Azusa.
*Rustle*
“Oh? What’s wrong...? No need to hide...They can’t move, so it’s fine...”
You still seem worried.
“Hm...There’s a lot of species from the Demon World but...I can spot some insects which exist in the human world as well...Ah! This! These are the bugs which devastated Yuma’s garden in the past...They ate the vegetables Yuma had been carefully growing...It was quite the fiasco...Me and Kou had to help him get rid of the bugs as well...Fufu~ Brings back memories...”
The two of you continue looking around.
“...Oh. Now that I got a better look, they’re displayed all over the walls as well. I wonder if that...large insect the size of a cushion is...real?”
You get scared again.
“...Oh. Ah...Huh? Your complexion looks...pale?”
You explain. 
“Ah...I’m sorry. I guess these are scary to you...even if they can’t move? Yet I failed to notice...Shall we leave this room now?”
You try and act tough. 
“You don’t look okay...No need to push yourself...Okay?”
*Rustle*
“Your body is...shaking. Hey, come here.”
Azusa pulls you close.
*Rustle rustle*
“I’m sure you’ll calm down in my embrace...In no time...”
He starts stroking your head.
“There, there...Everything will be okay...I’m with you...after all...”
You smile. 
“Mmh. I’m glad you seem a little more...relaxed. Ah...But you’re still a little tense...I wonder if we should touch each other more...?”
He cups your cheek.
“Whenever you do this to me...I always feel really relieved...So I figured you might feel the same...How is it?”
You tell him it feels nice.
“Fufu~ I’m glad...Then, next up...Mmh.”
*Smooch*
You get flustered.
“Hehe~ You twitched just now...Hm. Seems like you’re gradually relaxing...Also the scent of your blood...has grown sweeter. Does it feel...good, perhaps? Oh. Right. If you feel good, you’ll no longer be bothered by the specimen, right...?”
*Rustle*
“Say...I’ll suck your blood. If I do that, you don’t have to worry about a thing...”
You seem a little worried. 
“Don’t worry...Leave it to me. Mmh...”
Azusa bites you.
*Gulp*
*Sluuuurp*
“Haah...Mmh...Your blood is...extremely delicious. Say, do you feel good now?”
You don’t respond.
“What’s the matter? Was this...simply not enough? Hm...Hehe. However, you’re enraptured. Your cheeks are flushed and...you’ve got that dreamy look in your eyes. Haah...I wonder why you are this cute?”
You quickly cover your face with both hands.
“Oh...Why would you hide your face? I want to...see it.”
You explain.
“It’s...embarrassing? Hm...There’s really no reason to conceal it though. But...If you don’t want to, I won’t force you...You can keep your hands there, okay? I’ll suck your blood from here...”
He bites you again.
*Sluuuuurp*
“...Haah...Such sweet noises...Even though you said it’s embarrassing...You actually wanted me to do this...right? Hehe. I’ll bite other places too...”
*Sluuuuurp*
*Gulp gulp*
“Mmh...Hah...Haah...Oh. You no longer...need to hide your face? Has your mind...gone blank?”
You nod.
“Fufu~ I’m glad that’s the case. ...Your body has...stopped shivering as well, it seems...I wanted to do this for your sake but...I ended up getting a little too into it as well. Hm...The wounds aren’t deep so I’m sure the bleeding has stopped already...”
Azusa takes a deep breath.
“The whole room’s filled with the scent of blood now, huh...? It might be good that there’s...no other Vampires here. If someone else was around, it might have lead to trouーー”
A sudden gust of wind can be heard.
“O-Oh...? Ah...What was that just now...? The sound of the wind...? It kind of sounded like someone...crying?”
You tell Azusa you don’t like being here.
“...M-Mmh...Guess we should take our leave soon...? It might have...stopped raining by now. Let’s head back up.”
*TIMESKIP*
*Creaaaak*
“Ugh...Oh? Huh? We ended up in a...different room? Did we take...a wrong turn?”
Azusa steps into the room.
“It’s better lit than the other rooms...There’s a canvas and art supplies...Everything’s all over the place. ...Seems like this isn’t an exhibition room. There’s no specimen either, so don’t worry. Say...This might be a working space? Oh...If that’s the case...We might get scolded for entering without permission, right? Let’s quickly leave. It’d be troublesome if...we were to stain something important...”
He bumps into something while turning around.
*Thud*
*Flip*
“...Aah! Oh...I dropped them...S-Sorry...!”
Azusa kneels down to pick up the papers and so do you.
“Ah...Thank you for helping me...”
The two of you pick up the drawings.
“I guess we’ve got them all now...?”
*Flip*
“Oh...These were drawn with...pencil, I suppose? What a beautiful person...It’s the same woman portrayed on all of them. I’m sure she was...someone very important.”
T/N: From this point onwards, I will be putting fake Azusa’s dialogue between ( ) and changing the font to bolded italics. This CD has both the real and the fake Azusa interacting with you and each other, so hopefully that will make it a bit easier to tell them apart.
( Exactly. She was important. )
“...E-Eh?”
( To me, she was irreplaceable.... )
“...!? W-Who are you...? Where are you...!?”
( Right here. Look at the wall. )
“Oh? ...Huh? My...portrait? Are you the one...who talked just now?”
( That’s right. Nice to meet you, dear visitors. Ah. I suppose it would be rude to introduce myself from within the canvas. )
The fake Azusa steps out of the frame.
( ...Uhm, let me greet you one more time. Nice to meet you, dear visitors. Welcome to the museum. )
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
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mulderist · 3 years
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Wicked Game
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Chapter 1  // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3  // Read on A03
Washington, D.C - 1948. Fox Mulder is a detective on the top vice unit; scandal, corruption, and lies come with the territory. He is forced to investigate a fellow officer and finds the lies go much deeper than the truth.
tagging @today-in-fic​
CHAPTER 4
3rd District Precinct Washington, DC
The modest forensics lab was situated in the basement of the precinct building. A fitting location. It was always a strange trip downstairs, almost like walking into a spook house at an amusement park. You’d notice every creak from the antiquated filing cabinets, there were shelves of textbooks, yellowing medical journals, rows of glass jars containing shriveled specimens. The morgue was tucked away in a corner with a series of metal doors on the tiled wall and a surprisingly shiny slab resting comfortably over a drain in the floor. No more room at the inn by the look of it. Autopsy tools hung neatly on the wall like a butcher’s knife set; at least in this corner the boys kept things tidy. I walked a little deeper into the lab and saw Byers flipping through an issue of National Geographic. I cleared my throat as I approached.
“Mulder. What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Byers asked, dropping the magazine in his lap. The 3rd was fortunate enough to have three pillars of forensic science in Melvin Frohike, Richard Langley, and John Byers. They had their finger on the pulse of crime investigation techniques and were eager to share their findings with practically anyone who would listen. A good deal of the jargon went over my head but it enhanced my vocabulary to say the least. 
“Frohike called me regarding Spender’s case,” I replied, “We might have a golden ticket on our hands.” 
“He and Langley have been upstairs for a while but they should return soon. Have a seat.” He motioned to a wooden stool near a cluttered lab counter. I obliged. Byers was not much of a talker when he was by himself so his attention shifted back to busywork. I picked at the rough edge of my thumb watching Byers place a metal canister on the end of the counter. He opened it then took a sample of a dark substance, added it to the boiling water, and adjusted the flame on the Bunsen burner changing the intensity. He looked up at the wall clock and turned back to his experiment. The color change in the beaker shifted to a dark brown. Byers gave it a stir and covered the top. He sensed my curiosity.
“Coffee will be ready in a few minutes if you’d like some.”
I laughed and politely declined.
“Don’t you have a percolator?”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Just then Frohike and Langley entered the lab.
“Oh good. You’re here,” said Frohike as he reached for a nearby lab coat, slipped into the sleeves and flipped it up onto his shoulders.
“We had a whale of a meeting upstairs,” Langley added, shoving a worn out briefcase across the counter making an open space, “Looks like Spender’s dirty little secret is out.”
“Krycek, my informant, pegged him as a hop head. I knew Spender could be a little on edge but I thought he was too straight-laced to use heroin.” I folded my arms. “What did Skinner have to say?” 
“The boss was none too pleased to find out that one of their top boys was on the horse.” Langley stated.
“And a thoroughbred at that. He was probably dipping into Vincenti’s supply.” Frohike remarked as he adjusted his glasses.
I sighed and shook my head. Byers poured his scientific brew into a small mug for himself and took a sip before saying, “Well there’s your motive.”
His colleagues shrugged in agreement as they each grabbed a cup of coffee.
“Makes you wonder if he was just starting out and got careless,” Langley said.
“Or he had been knee deep in the shit since making a deal, overconfidence took over, he couldn’t pay up and then blammo,” I said as I stood and leaned against the lab counter. Something about this seemed too easy. We had the gunman, we had a relatively clear motive, and we had the Captain scrambling to stuff this whole matter back under the rug. I needed to track down The Titan and put the squeeze on him for some information. Though with a newly buried partner I would need a second set of eyes on my surveillance job.
“Well boys, it’s been a treat but I have to make some telephone calls.”
“Hey Mulder,” Frohike called, “you should take some time for yourself; slow down for a day maybe.”
“That’s what whiskey is for.” I replied as I left the lab and took the stairs, not knowing what I’d walk into when I hit the bullpen.
Several officers didn’t bat an eye as I passed by their desks and I continued to avoid any eye contact as I glanced at my wristwatch. I reached my desk and pulled the phone closer as I took a seat, picking up the receiver. My index finger hovered over the rotary and just as I started to pull the number I heard the distinct baritone of Captain Skinner calling my name. It wasn’t bellowed so I knew I wasn’t being called in to serve detention for misconduct. I placed both hands on my desk and stood then met him at his office door. He blocked the threshold.
“Have you heard?” he asked.
“Yes. I was just down in forensics. I came up here to get started on what I presume is a surveillance assignment.”
Skinner thought for a moment.
“I want you to get a hold of Krycek. He’s going to accompany you on this detail.”
“Oh he’ll be thrilled.”
“Go on then,” Skinner said as he tensed his jaw, “And get me some goddamn answers.”
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Georgetown Waterfront 1:05 p.m.
  Rain tapped angrily against the roof of the unmarked cruiser as I sat parked down the block from the Piccola Italia restaurant. It was a hole in the wall but a well known haunt for some of Vincenti’s crew. I hoped Carlo Lodi would be tempted by a lunch special of pasta arrabiata and cheap wine. My deli sandwich and soda I grabbed before the cloudburst paled in comparison, but I needed something in my stomach. I took another bite and watched a series of passersby through the streaks of rain on the window. I was early. I adjusted the radio dial and finished my lunch. With a swipe of the wiper blade I noticed a black coupe pull up in front of the restaurant. The door popped open and a hulking figure exited the passenger side, adjusted his jacket, and stepped under the awning out of the rain. He waited for his driver to join him before opening the front door. Just then there was a knock on my window. Krycek had his collar pulled up and drips of water cascaded off the brim of his hat. I rolled the window down to get a better look.
“You gonna let me in?”
“I don’t know if I can afford it.”
“Damnit Mulder...”
“It’s unlocked, Krycek.” I said as I looked at the empty passenger seat then rolled up the window, catching a splash of rain. He crossed in front of the car and waited for traffic to clear before opening the door. He sighed as he removed his hat and brushed off the rainwater. 
“Alright fill me in,” Krycek said. I turned down the radio and had the last swig of soda. 
“Recognize the car down there?” I began. He leaned forward and caught a glimpse as the wiper blade swiped the windshield.
“That looks like Carlo Lodi’s coupe.”
“He’s not alone. His lunch date is a suit that’s either a driver or a business partner, if you get my meaning. They’ve been in there for maybe ten minutes so if I move I can get what I need before his main course arrives.”
“Okay then,” Krycek said as he put his hat back on. 
“I’m just going to have a nice conversation. I need to get him talking. If I get him back to the precinct I can be more heavy-handed.” I adjusted my fedora and touched my weapon for reassurance. 
“You’re not saying “we” a whole lot. What the hell did you need me for?”
“At first I had you joining me on spoiling Lodi’s lunch but then I thought he might recognize you as a mole so you get to stay put. Keep the car running. If things take a turn I want you to head to the 3rd; with or without me. Ask for Captain Skinner.”
“Aw shucks this feels just like old times,” Krycek replied as he fished out a beat-up pack of Morleys shaking a stick loose. He pulled it out with his teeth then tipped his head down as he flipped his lighter, marrying flame to paper, blessing the squad car with a halo of smoke. Car tires splashed through wet pavement and I took that as my cue to get this show on the road. I opened the door and stepped onto the curb. The rain had slacked up as I walked. I narrowly avoided an umbrella being opened by an old man exiting a taxi. He continued on like I wasn’t even there.
Piccola Italia’s brick facade with its windows dressed in red and white gingham curtains fit the stereotype, as much as I hate to admit. But none of that mattered when I stepped inside and was hit with the aroma of bread, oil, and garlic. If I didn’t have a more pressing obligation I would have claimed a table and ordered a plate. I flashed my badge to the young woman at the cashier’s counter and she quickly nodded then went back to straightening menus. I moved past dark wood tables with diners enjoying an array of pastas and soups. My instinct led me through the dining room and I happened upon a curved booth tucked in a back corner near the kitchen. Lodi was there with his driver, luckily still just the two of them. He was reading the sports page from the newspaper and folded it in half then tapped a finger against it.
“That fuckin’ horse is gonna make me a stack of green, I’m telling ya.” He boasted with a laugh.
“Excuse me, Mr. Lodi?” I asked as I approached his table. He put down the paper and took a sip from his glass of wine and gave me a quizzical look.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah I believe you can.” I carefully reached for my badge and flipped it open. “Detective Fox Mulder. I just want to chat.”
“And what makes you think I want to listen, detective?”
“I see you got the sports section there. What’s your game? Baseball, football?”
Lodi shot a look at his driver and gestured towards my direction. 
“This guy...if you must know Mr Mulder, I like the races.”
I took a seat across from him and folded my arms. Then I truly realized how much of a mountain this man was. His square jawline met a thick neck that was being held together by a stiff shirt collar and silk tie. I was waiting for it to burst open with each swallow. Broad shoulders and a barrel chest led to limbs that were solid muscle. The ring on his left pinky finger was about the size of a doorknob and had an insignia in the center. His pin-striped suit looked custom given his proportions. I got a little too comfortable and leaned forward in my chair, threading my fingers together.
“About a week ago, did you talk to a Jeffrey Spender about a horse race. Maybe come to collect a bet?” The mention of the name caught Lodi’s attention and he picked up on my code. Before he could respond, a waiter saddled up to the table and delivered a plate of pasta with a fiery red sauce. Lodi took another sip of wine.
“If I had to come collect you know there was a good reason for it,” he said as he twisted pasta on his fork then took a bite. The other man at the table started to undo his cuffs and slowly roll up his shirt sleeves.
“Well on behalf of the 3rd District precinct, I’d like to invite you over for a little heart to heart.,” I maintained a relaxed facade even though I knew what was coming, “We’ve got evidence placing you at a bar in Adams Morgan the same night as Spender.” Lodi ate another bite and closed his eyes savoring the spice. As he took his wine glass he raised his pinky finger which was the signal. I blinked and then I swear to God I saw enough stars to grace the American flag. A meaty Italian right hook slammed into my cheek like a sledgehammer. Glad he wasn’t wearing a ring. I was knocked sideways to the floor and I tried to catch the nearby table but instead let a dining chair unceremoniously break my fall. I never could take a hit. The few patrons in the restaurant barely took notice at the commotion. Carlo dabbed at the corner of his mouth and rose from his seat.
“Thank you, Theo,” he said as he moved over to pat my assailant’s shoulder. The enforcer’s goon cracked his knuckles and stood looking very pleased with himself. I moved my tongue to the inside of my cheek tasting fresh blood. I adjusted myself to sit upright, though not ready to stand just yet. I snatched a neatly folded napkin from one of the empty place settings and tried to dam the small crimson river from my mouth. Carlo crouched down next to me.
“So, you thought you could just walk into this fine establishment, disrupt my meal, and arrest me?”
“Until now it hasn’t stopped me,” I mumbled against the napkin. 
“Unless you got a warrant in hand, I’m not going anywhere. And this business with who was it...Spender? That’s done and so are you.”
“Why don’t you just bump me off like you did him?” I asked as I tossed the bloody napkin aside. Carlo thought for a moment and leaned in closer.
“I like seeing you get knocked around every once in a while, Detective Mulder.  Puts a smile on my face.” He blessed me with two exaggerated slaps on the cheek then got to his feet. “I think we’re finished here. Theo, show this son of a bitch the way out.” Carlo returned to his meal and raised a glass in my direction. I was still on my ass. I reached for my fedora and Theo took the liberty of hoisting me to my feet. The gorilla hands that left a new beauty mark gripped my upper arms and shoved me towards the kitchen.
“Easy there junior, my dance card is full.” I said as we moved through a swinging door. I was briefly distracted by the aroma of simmering marinara, stewing beef, and an array of spices.  The sous chef and line cooks unphased by the disturbance continued prepping as I was hustled towards the back door and pushed out into the alley.  I stumbled into the brick wall across the way and before I could turn around to get the final say, the goon slammed the metal door shut.  My head tilted back and I gingerly rolled it from side to side. I adjusted the brim on my hat and shuffled down the alley towards the street.
The rain had passed and I found Krycek parked where I left him. He had a fresh cigarette in his lips and was reclined against the car seat.  I tapped on the window and he unrolled it letting the rhythm of Count Bassie and his orchestra glide onto the sidewalk. 
“Looks like negotiations went well,” he said with a chuckle.
“Yeah you could say that,” I replied. My cheek felt like someone was inflating a balloon under the surface. I needed a drink. A wisp of smoke swirled out of the window and Krycek flicked the butt into a puddle. 
“Take the car back to the precinct.”
“What?”
“You can leave it running with the doors open if you want.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Take some advice I was given earlier today and get some rest. This case isn’t going cold anytime soon.” I watched as Krycek shifted gears and pulled away from the curb. There was a pang of mistrust thinking that the unmarked squad car would end up somewhere along the Potomac; but I also got the suspicion that Alex liked playing detective. Also long as I kept him on a short leash I could use him to my advantage. I crossed the street and walked the block until I found a phone booth. Before I slid open the door I had to spit out the stale blood that was collecting in my mouth. My cheek burned like fire. I picked up the receiver and dialed the operator.
“Yes I’m looking for a Dana Scully. Georgetown address.”
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Drepanosaurus unguicaudatus
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By Scott Reid
Etymology: Sickle Reptile 
First Described By: Pinna 1979 
Classification: Biota, Archaea, Proteoarchaeota, Asgardarchaeota, Eukaryota, Neokaryota, Scotokaryota, Opimoda, Podiata, Amorphea, Obazoa, Opisthokonta, Holozoa, Filozoa, Choanozoa, Animalia, Eumetazoa, Parahoxozoa, Bilateria, Nephrozoa, Deuterostomia, Chordata, Olfactores, Vertebrata, Craniata, Gnathostomata, Eugnathostomata, Osteichthyes, Sarcopterygii, Rhipidistia, Tetrapodomorpha, Eotetrapodiformes, Elpistostegalia, Stegocephalia, Tetrapoda, Reptiliomorpha, Amniota, Sauropsida, Eureptilia, Romeriida, Diapsida, Neodiapsida, Sauria, Archosauromorpha, Protorosauria?, Drepanosauromorpha, Elyurosauria, Drepanosauridae, Megalancosaurinae 
Time and Place: 212 to 205 million years ago, from the Norian to the Rhaetian ages of the Late Triassic
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Drepanosaurus is known from the Zorzino Limestone and Dolomia di Forni Formations of Italy, and the Siltstone and Petrified Forest Members of the Chinle Formation in New Mexico
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Physical Description: Drepanosaurus is the Titular Member of the Drepanosaurs, aka the “Monkey Reptiles”! These weirdos got their name for a reason - they were extremely well adapted for climbing trees, to the point of having prehensile tails like many monkeys. Drepanosaurus had a long, slender body, with a very long and thick tail for grabbing onto branches and moving around the forest. It had a long, thin neck and a small skull on the end of it, which was superficially similar to the skull of a bird - it was round on the back end, with huge eyes and a small pointed snout. Still, that head looked more like the head of a chick any number of nonavian dinosaurs, rather than like birds. It had long, robust limbs, with claws on the digits. Most notably, one front claw on each Drepanosaurus hand was huge, used for aiding in gripping branches more easily. It had an arched shoulder region, and in general very high spines on its vertebrae. This made it look quite odd indeed - a lumpy, lengthy reptile that sort of looks like what would happen if you tried to combine a woodpecker, a monitor lizard, a monkey, and a bison into one small reptilian creature that lived in the trees of the Triassic. It was weird, okay. It was just weird. The tail may have even ended in a claw - that’s right, a claw - to help it grab onto branches better. And all of this weirdness was packed into a body only about 45 to 50 centimeters long - a truly specialized representative of Triassic Oddities. 
Diet: Drepanosaurus was most likely an insectivore, using the claws to help get out various insects from tree bark. 
Behavior: Drepanosaurus was a weirdo, but a weirdo with a purpose. All of these weird traits came together in one wild animal to aid it in climbing among trees, gathering food, and moving nimbly in the forest. The small, pointed mouth aided in digging out food from crevices and burrows, which it could open up bigger using the large claws. Its long and skinny neck also helped it to reach spots where insects were hiding, rather than wasting energy to move its entire body to where food was on the tree. The large, splayed out feet and strong claws were able to wrap around tree trunks, gripping the wood tightly and helping Drepanosaurus stay stabilized. The prehensile tail helped Drepanosaurus go from branch to branch and move among the tree canopy, and the claw would help to keep the tail in place during particularly slippery or dangerous swings. 
Ecosystem: Drepanosaurus lived in a variety of environments, most importantly the Triassic shores of Northern Italy, around tidal basins and seasonal lagoons. In the Zorzino beach formation, it shared its home with its close cousins, Megalancosaurus and Vallesaurus; as well as the early Pterosaurs Bergamodactylus, Peteinosaurus, and Eudimorphodon; the very long-snouted Phytosaur Mystriosuchus; the marine reptile Endennasaurus; the Placodont Psephoderma; the Aetosaur Aetosaurus; the Tuatara Diphydontosaurus; the Tanystropheid Langobardisaurus; and plenty of fish such as Legnonotus, Gibbodon, Sargodon, Pholidorhynchodon, Parapholidophorus, Pholidoctenus, Dapedium, Dandya, and the shark Pseudodalatias. This was a very active and diverse fauna, placing Drepanosaurus in one of the truly uniquely Triassic locations of the end of the Period. 
Dolomia di Forni was no sneeze either, a Tidal Basin surrounded by coniferous trees. Here we have some preservation of things that Drepanosaurus was likely to eat, such as the spider Friularachne. There were also plenty of crustaceans, including decapods and crab like things that would have been crawling all over the tidal pools. Fish were very common too, such as the Coelacanth Holophagus, the sharp fish man Saurichthys, other Ray-Finned fish such as Eopholidophorus and Sargodon, the shark Pseudoalatias, and the Conodont Epigondolella. There was also the Tanystropheid Langobardisaurus again, as well as the other Drepanosaur Megalancosaurus. However, the true heroes of the environment were the early pterosaurs - the whole gang was there, including Preondactylus, Eudimorphodon, Austriadactylus, and Seazzadactylus. It was just a huge chaos of flying reptiles, which Drepanosaurus would have had a tough time avoiding! 
Drepanosaurus has also been found in the Siltstone and Petrified Forest environments of the Chinle Formation in North America. Now, even in the context of Pangea this was a long distance away, but it’s possible they migrated there during the end of the Triassic period. These were thick coniferous forest environments with a severely dry and severely wet season, indicating that Drepanosaurus really adapted to a new cliimate, and quickly. Here there were famous animals such as the dinosaurs Coelophysis, Daemonosaurus, Chindesaurus, Tawa, the Silesaurid Eucoelophysis, the Lagerpetid Dromomeron, Pseudosuchians like Hesperosuchus, Effigia, Vivaron, and the Aetosaur Typothorax; the swimming Archosauromorph Vancleavea, Tuataras like Whitakersaurus, Phytosaurs like Redondasaurus and Rioarribasuchus, and even other Drepanosaurs like Avicranium (which might actually be what all the specimens of Drepanosaurus in the Chinle are, so take this with a grain of salt). This is a very diverse ecosystem that has been touched on elsewhere on WTF Triassic, so I will leave it at that! 
Other: Oh ye Drepanosaurs. With heads so birdlike and bodies so weird. Much like other triassic weirdos, BANDits (“scientists” who insist, though literally all evidence points to the contrary, that birds could not have evolved from dinosaurs), you have been fodder for speculation for ages. However, you have almost nothing in common with birds - even the skull is only similar on the outside, and lacks many of the features seen in bird skulls (that are, however, found in dinosaur skulls). In fact, many of these creatures were grouped together in a group called Avicephala, which was eventually abandoned as it was found that most of them were not closely related. That said, it was then found that Drepanosaurs were Archosauromorphs, showing that weird arboreal lifestyles were a trend in the Ruling Reptile group, rather than a unique feature of the birds. Though, it is possible that Drepanosaurs are actually very early Diapsids (reptiles proper), and thus may have evolved as early as the Permian - and somehow survived into the Triassic. More fossils are needed, but for now, they remain a fascinating and unique Triassic group, highlighting the weirdness of this timeperiod in a way few other animals can. 
~ By Meig Dickson
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Tuesday 24 July 1838
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Charles called us – fine morning – ready in ¾ hour – I had ordered breakfast (café au lait) for A- only .:. I merely took a mouthful or 2 of bread and drank a little water meaning to breakfast on the mountain chez le beau frère de Charles – thankful afterwards that A- had breakfasted odd at 6 10 all clear – the views of this valleys and mountains charming – but in about ½ hour some little clouds passing before us that we should probably come into by and by – in the skirts of them for ¼ hour or 20 minutes and no view till they began to clear off just on our reaching the Plateau de [Marborisa] at 7 33 where we found the man from Gèdre who is to be my guide to the Vignemale waiting for us – a gentleman a few years ago employed him to find the way to the top of this mountain inaccessible on this (the French) side – whether the gentleman was killed in the revolution or what has become of him, the man does not know but he paid him 125fr. on his having discovered the way in doing which the man and his companion who crossed a glacier in the ascent were very nearly lost in a crevasse – the man shewed a little mark or 2 on his hand of hurts then received – but the way he discovered is easy – no glacier to cross, and very little snow to cross – not more difficult than the ascent of Mt. Perdu – 8 hours walking from the last cabane but on Charles’ telling him I was a good walker the man said it would take 6 hours from the last cabane which cabane is 4 hours ride from Gavarnie in the vallée d’Ossonne – the descent upon Boucheron 6 hours – and 6 hours de marche from Boucheron to Penticouse – the descent upon Penticouse 6 hours – For taking us (myself and Charles) to the top of the pic the man asked 30fr. – I said I had been thinking of 20/. to which the man agreed at once I being to find his nourriture  (not much) and give him something on reaching the top, to drink my health with – agreed – (said nothing but mean to give him 5fr. piece) – the man to meet us at Gavarnie this evening and all 3 to sleep at the Cabane leaving A- to sleep at Gavarnie and meet me and Charles at Bouchero at 3pm tomorrow – all settling took about 10 minutes or more .:. it was about 7 ¾ when we were off again – had had a steepish ascent so far ‘une montée rude’ said Charles – 2 hours more of ascent before we reached the cabane at [Poyerabie] at 9 ¾ but it had been clear since leaving the Plateau de Marborisa, and sunny, and the morning delightful – en passant, had had a moments’ peep at the Chapelle de Héas – but we left the cascade de Gloriette at a little distance (left) saw nothing of it – or the pretty wooded slope down into the valley de Héas and this upper part of the valley d’Estaubé, after reading of M. Chausenques’ preferring the valley d’ Estaubé to every other valley of the Pyrenees to pass 2 or 3 weeks in disappoints me? I observed to A- that the meadows looked like English grass plots – the hay just what would come off an English grass plot after 2 or 3 weeks from the last mowing – several peasants mowing and busy in their hay – but very few granges – 2 fine large flocks of sheep on the opposite side the valley farther on – the pasturage let to strangers to people from near Tarbes – Thankful again and again that A- had breakfasted – I began to feel the want of mine – the cabane here (at [Poyerabie]) in the style of that at [Golles]  (on the ascent to Mt. Perdu) – but instead of being roofed by impending rock, all built up with stone and roofed with wooded spars and sods – about 4ft. high within, and long enough and broad enough for the five bergers to sit and churn in (shake their sheep-skin-bags with the milk in them till the butter forms) and to lie down in – perhaps 9 or 10 ft. long and 6ft. bread within § - Charles asked if I would have pâte – yes! would taste it – a little of dead dried grass gathered from the mountain side served to light the little fire of jumper roots and branches which smelt quite fragrant while burning – a largeish pan full of crème (it seemed like one butter milk) with [Q.S.] of Indian corn flour and a little salt was set to boil slowly, and in an hour the pâte was ready – a thick porridge – I should have thought they had put some grease (as in the Gollis soup) in it, if they had not assured me to the contrary – it tasted strong – but really very tolerable – A-liked it – I cautioned her not to eat much saying it was strong – Charles thought it could not hurt anybody – the bergers have no meat – but bread and milk for breakfast and supper and pâte at noon – I did not take much but more as I found afterwards than my stomach would bear – had before eaten some bread (which had luckily been put into A-‘s basket at home to fill up with) and drunk a little old milk (skimmed – petit lait) and I now ate up the bread with butter just fresh churned from the sheep-skin bag, and had also some of the shepherd s’ bread (wheat ½ rue) and made a good breakfast at 11 – having had plenty of time to look about me – the entrance
§ to the cabane about 3ft. high and 2ft. or not so much wide the little fire-place close to it in the south end of the place towards les murailles d’Estaubé
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opposite the little fireplace at the south end a little open hole in the north end wall perhaps about a foot square or not so much for the light let in by it and by the door hole or rather entrance hole for no door not enough to shew the countenances of the 2 bergers sitting at a. and b. churning – the middle part the hollow between the 2 bancs was covered with the capes of the bergers and so dark I could distinguish nothing even after I had sat a minute or 2 in the cabin shewing the men my clasp knife which interested them much – but the smoke affected my eyes and sent me out to A- sitting on the sunny walled up (stones and mud) banc at the south outside end of the cabane in which the present 5 bergers had lived 3 seasons – but would be away on the mont de Bergons on the 1st of next month the pacage ici being let aux étrangers from that day – Mt. Perdu from here like a little mammelon [mamelon] on the top of the Marboré – can go by the valley de Cambiel to the vale d’Aure on horseback (Charles’s beau frère, married his wifes’ sister, would be our guide with Charles) but not by the pont de Canaa could only go on foot by the Pont de Canaa – cannot see this port from here – it is at the extremity of the valley de Héas, and hid from here by the mass of mountain parting the 2 valleys (of Héas and Estaubé) could go from here on horseback by the Pont de Pinède, but could not get the horses down on the Spanish side – From the P. de Pinède, Port Vieux, and P. de la Canaa one descends upon Notre dame de Pinède (chapel) – sitting on the outside banc of the cabane, en face des murailles d’Estaubé, le cylindre forms the right end of the cirque; about 1/3 from that a brêche laisse voir la neige sur le versant Septentrionale du Mt. P- and a glacier reaching down to the bottom of the brêche § (i.e. about midway the whole height of the cirque or murailles and about the level of the Pont de Pinède) and Mt. Perdu itself does not appear from here higher than the rest of the cirque, or murailles – glittering cone of snow a mere filling up the end of the brêche – at 1/3 farther the Pont de Pinède, a brêche seeming about twice the breadth of the other brêche – and at 1/3 farther the cirque or murailles terminates in a 2 pointed (rather obtuse-pointed) conical mass of rock and another brêche seeming about ½ the depth of the other brêches, wider than the 1st and less wide than the 2nd, and this last forms the Port Vieux – the left side of this last brêche being formed by the rocky mountain (not lower than the right side 2 pointed mass) that in a long line of mountain which almost immediately from the Port Vieux becomes more or less striped with lines of green – separates our valley of Estaubé from that of the Héas -                       §Ramond escaladé (got up) this glacier steep as it is, but his trouble in vain, Mt. P- being quite inaccessible de ce côté – Spanish smugglers have come along the foot Mt. P- and have descended this glacier –
sometime before arriving at the cabane (from the plateau de Marborisa) perhaps about ½ way Charles pointed out the place near the gave where the man was shot by a Spaniard during the 1st French revolution in the evening of the same day, and with a ball in the forehead in the same place respectfully in which he the man had shot a ball into the forehead of the virgin Notre dame at Héas, in the morning! –
Delighted with our view from the cabane of the murailles (or cirque) d’Estaubé – off from the cabane at 11 50 – our views of Mt. P- now clear, now tipped or streaked with cloud, very fine – to me very interesting, as we climbed up from the cabane higher and higher over l’herbe glissante, or rough slippery rock on which my own feet were scarcely much more those of my little horse (mare) but Charles would make me ride as well as A- who said nothing but went on very quietly – for said Charles you will have plenty to do yet – it was always agreed to take Charles’ beau frère as guide from the cabane but Charles had luckily taken also another of the bergers who, as he said at 1st, had merely gone because he chose to walk a little of the way with us – but a la suite, I know not what we should have done without him – at 12 ¾ stopped 10 minutes for the 2 guides and our 2 bergers to sit down, and wet their lips – (no wonder – la montée était bien rude) – and here the Marboré just in sight – several specimens of contorted rock here – and on the side of the Piméné up to the green just under the Pic – after a desperately hard [?] of it for the horses, alighted at 1 – my horse turned loose and A-‘s and the baggage given in charge of the berger and Charles’s beau frère mounting with us to carry A-‘s basket and cloak and my light tartan ditto and the 2 guides, one on each side of A-, got her on very nicely, I following – we had walked or climbed about 10 minutes or ¼ before and were halting on a little bit of level when my horse cam frisking up to us having scrambled up somehow – the opportunity too good to be lost – A- was mounted – the bridle had been taken off to let the animal graze but the halter was round its neck – and A- literally rode to within a very short distance of the Petite Pic – for we arrived there at 1 48 and out of the 48 minutes from the time of alighting at 1 she had only walked 18 minutes a few stone rudely piled together to mark the Petit to which we had had about ¼ hour of scramble up the bare, scaly (argillo [argile] schisteuse) rock with here and there little while saxifrage and a very pretty little pink flower and pencil geranium etc. growing on the little hedges – very fine, magnificent view from the petite pic of the Marboré, the cirque de Gavarnie and all the sea snow-spotted of mountain tops around, and here we sat down -   I saw that A-‘s head would not, even if her legs would, carry her much higher; for the crête was indeed a crête a giddy narrow ridge along which I felt that my own head in its then aching state would not be trop forte – my breakfast had disagreed with me and I had had more or less of bilious head-ache for the last couple of hours – advised A-‘s not going higher and she willingly took my advice, and we left Pierre with her, and in seven minutes at 1 58 had reached the smutty – it was a glorious sight to look upon – a noble congregation of mountain tops – Vignemale and its glacier the largest in the Pyrenees – the Marboré and its cirque, and its cascade – but the pic d’Astazou hid the glacier-vallon of its source, and thus shut out 1/3 (400ft.) of its fall – Mt. Perdu shewed his head quite clear and towering Spanish mountains formed a fine background on each side the Marboré – the Pont de Bouchero seemed easy – snow lying near the top; but Charles said it did reach the road and A- would get on well tomorrow – the higher valley of Las Espessières seemed parallel with the valley of the P. de Bouchero – Charles pointed out the spot where lay the Cabane at which we were to sleep
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tonight, and the 2 pointed hill or lower mountain at the foot of which we were gain the Spanish side of the Vignemale evidently inaccessible from the French side – the 2 men lost 2 years, were lost near the foot of the Glacier (on their way from Cautertz [Cauterets]) – Poor Charles he seems not particularly anxious for the montée – sure we shall have plenty to do – and not sure of the weather – began to doubt what the Gèdre said about the facility of getting up – would like to consult the other man – thought we could hardly get to the cabane tonight– I merely said nous verrons – clouds were already in the distance over Tarbes and the mountains beyond Argeles [Argèles] – the fine clear on the summit had rather relived my head, so that I got down again in 7 minutes better than I had got up – not difficult climbing but so precipitous my head would scarcely carry me – Charles walked down and bade me to do the same which I did in fact he taking hold of my hand saying n’ayez pas peur – marches hardiement [hardiment] – as we stopt cautiously from ledge to ledge – but on getting back to A-, and looking up again, I felt as if I could not tell how we had managed to get up – the crête is so narrow one cannot go along it without seeing down the precipice on each side – poor A- turned her head away and could not bear to see us come down – the grand pic seems a cone with just one ridgy line 4 or 5 ft. or less broad so ledgy that one get up – the area at the top is very small indeed rather oval – perhaps 6 or 7 yards the smaller diameter and 10 or 11 the larger – if so much – the whole of the cone or pic quite bare –
on the Piméné up to the little pic
Thrift
pencil geranium
Daisies
Gentinella
centaury? or a little saxifrage?
little pink flowers the whole plant not growing on the little narrow ledges of the grand pic
Azalea procumbus Wednesday 12 September (vide 4 September)
on the [Coumélie]
lis Martagon
Iris
jumper
rhododendron ferrugineum
aconite
garance sauvage? the root good for toothache
anisette in the wood  close above the road from Gèdre to St. Sauveur  
Left the high pic at 2 25 Friday 27 July back again to A- at 2 32 she had the yolk of a hardboiled egg and we sat looking about us till 3 – the princess! de la Moscowa had been got up to the grand pic – but A-‘s head could hardly bear the petit pic – and indeed the little ridge or crête we sat upon was not more than a few feet (5 or 6ft.) board but the grand pic above the mass of mountain we had ascended below, and the 3 men standing on one side a lower ledge towards the cirque de Gavarnie (west) and on the other the precipice being rather less perpendicular, we sat comfortably – off on our way down again at 3 A- between the 2 guides and getting on very slowly, her head evidently not stronger than the occasion required – at 3 18 reached the place where A- had dismounted we had sent one of the bergers round with the horses to meet us down below on the montagne d’allanz and we had a steep, rough, shingly rocky, untracked scramble down A- getting on slowly till about 3 ¾ when after a scramble down an arête of rock (a wall) we were obliged to cross a piece of steep slippery snow which took us 10 minutes or ¼ hour A- still between her 2 guides and apparently hardly able, from fright or fatigue or both, to drag one foot after the other, or I think we should have passed this only bit of snow in 5 or 6 minutes – dragged on poor A- about ¼ hour farther to warm her feet till 4 20 and she then sat down on a piece of rock, and had a couple of little humps of sugar steeped in brandy which seemed to refresh her – we sat down again at 4 40 but here we had l’herbe glissante – my sick headache which had latterly been very bad here relived itself and as I lay down at a yard or 2 distance from A- my stomach rid itself of the pâte without anybodys’ knowing anything about it till I told A- I felt relived – it was 5 10 before we got to the horses and then a good deal of cloudiness striped (in striped) across the pic d’Astazou and towards the cirque de Gavarnie – we were only just up in time – A- mounted but got off two or 3 times afterwards and walked very well – I walked all the way back till about 10 minutes from the Inn at Gavarnie where we arrived at 7 I more tired from sickness and headache than anything else – the Inn full – but on my saying we must go to Gèdre, the people seemed determined to exert themselves – we dined as I proposed in the garret, and I proposed sleeping there but A- thought it would be close, and some country people turned out of the 4 bedded room over the kitchen and I was comfortable enough tho’ there was about a board-floor between the kitchen and us and every sound was heard – dinner about 7 ½ - A- had a veal cutlet and bread and butter and cheese – I a little weak brandy and water and then a basin of boiled milk and dry bread with a little butter – Charles came at 7 ¼ to say the Vignemale guide was come – Charles afraid of the cloudiness and advised waiting for moonlight – so did A- too late at any rate to go to the cabin tonight and without sleeping there could not possibly reach the summit of the Vignemale in time -  .:. sent word by Charles that I should probably go to the Vignemale a few days hence, 10 days or a week, sooner or later and would let the man know – considering the terms and all that to be fixed – but that if it should happen that I did not go at all, I would give the man a 5fr. piece for the trouble he had already had – this last part of the story Charles thought very handsome, and seemed pleased saying that by this means I was sure of always being attended to – came to our room at 8 ½ - very fine day
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lambourngb · 3 years
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The Evil is You
This is my Afrit - Djinn AU where the canon version of Roswell is the reality that the djinn curse has allowed to play out. The first several attempts at happiness lead to death. Alex gets cursed after a mission outside of Mosul lead to the death of a village protected by a pair of jinn and an afrit demon shows up.  I put this aside because someone else wrote a really good Caulfield timeloop story- but I still like a lot of it...
You want to believe that we’re safe, that goodness prevails. That’s the coldest reality about war.  Sometimes you’re just doing what you’re told and all of a sudden, things are burning, people are screaming and then you look around and you realize that the evil is you.
* * Alex sees the child watching them in the market holding a patched soccer ball in his hands, and at first, he smiles. He shifts his rifle to his other arm, and nudges Parker, “new recruit for our cup game.”
Parker turns his eyes from the distribution of supplies that they were overseeing. With much of the roads between Mosul dam and the Badush dam shifting between ISIL and Kurdish control, the smaller villages were reluctantly dependent on coalition forces to keep the flow of goods moving down the Tigris river.
“Think he plays a better left wing than you, Manes? I’m getting tired of losing dinner prep to Blue team.”
Before Alex could sputter an offended laugh out, the child started toward them. “Guess we’re going to find out.”
It was the last sight he remembered before white then black descended on the market in a shockwave of destruction.
****
“Wake up, Captain. You are not done yet.”
Alex shot up from his bedroll gasping and then reached under for his firearm. The barracks were quiet except for the snores of Parker cutting through. The intermittent soundtrack that peppered most nights.
Touching the watch band, his face briefly illuminated to see it was just past 2 am. His nightmares were getting more creative the longer he was deployed.
“You see, that was no dream but yesterday.”
The face was cloaked in faint auras of red and orange, like the sparks from a camp fire under the stars as Alex turned to level the gun at the intruder. “Your gun does not hurt my kind.”
**** 
“I thought when I got back from Iraq you’d be long gone.”
“Is that what you want?”
“We’re not kids anymore. What I want, doesn’t matter.”
****
He thought it was over with Caulfield. 
“The alarm is not a suggestion, nothing gets out alive.”
“They’re my family Alex!”
“Okay… Okay, let’s get her out.” Alex drew his service weapon, “can you tell her to step back? And stand away from the glass, I don’t want you caught in the ricochet.” 
He fired, once at the spanning fracture. The bullet lodged tightly in the window, adding to the spiderweb of force. A second shot close to the spiral widened the fracture “Try again with your TK, maybe it’s enough to break through completely.”
Michael stepped forward and raised his hand, focusing on the window. It felt like a summer storm he’d experienced in Jacksonville, the air tightened and vibrated against his skin. 
“Initiating quarantine protocol, you have 1 minute to evacuate the premises.”
The window started to bow, as the fractures spread like a wave. Drops of blood dripped steadily out of Michael’s nose as he concentrated on the force. Absently Alex counted down the seconds. They were past the point of reaching safety. He reached forward to rest his hands on Michael’s shoulders, feeling them shake under the pressure. It would be over soon. At least he didn’t have to live in a world without Michael. 
 “Warning! 30 seconds.”
****
Darkness, and then an empty laugh. 
“We talked about this, Captain. It’s not over until you’ve paid for what you did.”
****
2
“You sure you want to do this?” He reached out and caught Michael’s shoulder. “I need you to be careful in there. If the government is holding aliens in there, they probably have safeguards to keep them inside. You said Noah could do telekinesis too, it’s probably not out of the realm of possibility others inside that prison can too but something is holding them inside.”
“I get it, Alex, but those screams aren’t letting up and we’re letting Dr Dumbass get a head start.” 
Three keystrokes, then the doors opened. All of the doors. N-38 stumbled from his cell with heavy shifting feet. On instinct Alex stepped between him and Kyle, those frail hands grabbed onto Alex’s face. It felt like nothing. It felt like maybe this could be over.
Michael turned from holding his mother not understanding Kyle’s cry.
“Don’t. It’s fine, okay?” Alex choked out, trying to smile bravely instead. “It’s okay. Just get her safe, Michael. I need to trigger the quarantine protocol. The research here needs to be buried.”
Alex pushed Kyle away with a stiff arm and shoved the fear down of what was head of him.
From just behind him, Flint fired his gun. The wet splatter sounded loud to Alex’s ears as he fought to keep his breath even. The skull of N-38 was in ruins. “This place blows in 10 minutes. If they are too confused or weak to move, at least it will be quick.“
****
Darkness. 
“Clever, warning him of the containment protocols and then hacking the doors. I thought letting you remember our last dance would keep you from pointless heroics. I hope you enjoyed the week you spent with that brain tumor.”
“Wasn’t all bad. Michael has his mother. Kyle got his answers.”
“Always the martyr, Captain. You stayed in the cabin and never told him what was happening to you.”
“Well this is my curse, isn’t it? There’s no point in both of us suffering.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Captain. That’s the entire point, when he suffers, you suffer. ”
**** 
3
“Someone’s coming.” 
Michael stayed  stubbornly with Alex and Kyle as Flint Manes cleared the doorway, firearm in hand. 
“Alex? What are you doing here? Fuck, what have you done!”
“I think the better question is what have you done, Flint.”
Michael pulled the gun from Flint’s hands with his telekinesis into his hand smoothly after Flint kept it level on Alex.
“You brought one of them here. Dad was right, you are pathetic.” Flint held down his radio, “Security breach!”
Soldiers filled the hallway. Michael slowly lowered the gun. 
****
Darkness. 
“Oh you didn’t like that one? I thought you wanted Michael to be reunited with his mother. It was quite touching of your father to leave you in the cell across from them so you could watch. A new young specimen really ignited the creative process in those scientists. I was rather disappointed that cycle only lasted a month.”
“You underestimated what Max and Isobel would do to find Michael.”
“True. It was delicious irony to see Max trigger the quarantine protocol trying to free him. No one came looking for you, did they Captain? It was the sheriff looking for her beloved son and the alien siblings riding to the rescue.”
“If I could take back that mission, I would. If you have the power to remake reality, why not let me try and fix the past?”
“I have the power to curse you and I got that power after you had my village bombed. Do you understand the paradox now? We’re going to be together for a long time, Captain.”
****
4
“You told Guerin where we were going, right?”
“He was busy. This thing with Noah means he didn’t want to leave Isobel alone. Besides we might not find anything worth sharing.”
“That sounds a whole lot like you didn’t tell Guerin where we were going.”
A tractor trailer swerved suddenly into their lane.
***
Darkness.
“Now, now, you can’t change the rules, Captain. I guess I have left with you with too much knowledge. Let’s try something different. This is your curse, but maybe I can get an assist.”
****
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baeklination · 4 years
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Drunk. Fool. pt.3
ft. Junmyeon
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Pic cred: Primavera Peach
Date:200613
Warnings: light dom/sub, sex toys, anal, general explicit language. SMUT. Just be at least 18.
Pairing: Minseok x F.Reader + Junmyeon
WC: 1.9k
NOTE: HOW? Did this end up not being the ending? I dunno, but there is more smut to be had with these, so at least one more chap is coming.
Part 1   Part 2   Part 4
                                          ¤¤¤
  Minseok didn’t have to spell it out - you knew these elevator doors wouldn’t open to a beautiful restaurant. But neither did you think they would open to this: a brightly lit hallway of an apartment on the 22nd floor with a beautiful man coming to greet you. He smiles with both mouth and eyes, warmly yet reserved and...something else. That type of something that lets you know that you are the main course.
“Precisely on time. Minseok”, he says with a slight bow, making a few strands of his red hair fall into his face.
“Junmyeon.” Minseok tips his head and raises his eyebrows, a gesture to show his appreciation for Junmyeon’s attire; black leather trousers paired with a white shirt embellished with chains and leather details in red and black. It’s definitely on the dramatic side, but it has a flare to it, and it’s an interesting juxtaposition: his serene face with this eye-catching outfit. 
  This guy has set a scene - and you know Minseok loves it. You can’t be a hundred percent sure, but you think Minseok’s bow was a bit lower. Is it simply because this Junmyeon is older than him, or because he knows what he has planned for you? What ever the reason you’re thoughts are interrupted by Junmyeon’s voice:
“This is her I take it..?”
As he takes a few steps in your direction his energy washes over you. It’s powerful in such a way that you don’t have to “put on” a submissive demeanour; it towers over you making you feel small, compliant, a little scared - and excited. He holds your chin with his thumb and index finger and looks at you. Not being able to hold his gaze you look down, which earns you a tap under the chin.
“Ap,ap.”
You look up again for what seems like an eternity before he turns to Minseok:
“I see what you mean...I’ll be happy to help.”
You may look composed but your mind is racing, trying to decipher what he means; help with what? Sure, you were a brat yesterday, but enough to bring in “outside council”..? Of course it was - you’d pulled him from a meeting. You had pulled your daddy from his fucking job. Shit...SHIT! Freak out-session aside you know this is your own doing, and the only way to get back into Min’s good graces is to be a good girl and bite the bullet. 
Junmyeon takes your hand, and leans in, almost brushing your ear with his lips:
“Come with me, you.”
Him purposely not calling you by your name makes you nervous, yet it also sends a seductive tingle through your body, making you eager to follow. You look over your shoulder to see Min following. Good.
  Junmyeon escorts you down the hallway, past a kitchen and the living room, through his bedroom into a room in the back - his dungeon. Your eyes widen as you take it all in: there’s a velvet couch running the whole length of the wall to your left and opposite wall has curtains along it. In the middle sits a wooden table with straps, buckles and leather cushioning. To be honest it looks like something you’d see at the medieval museum, so you can’t help but to gasp:
“Oh my-”
Junmyeon moves his hand to grab your upper arm as he turns around to look down at you:
“Only when spoken to”, is all he says. All he needs to say. Minseok has found a real one, as he called these guys. You feel a hand on the small of your back, slowly moving down the curve of your ass - you’d know Min’s touch from a thousand others’. 
“Do you wanna start her off?”, Junmyeon asks, rather matter-of-factly.
 “No, go ahead, she’s a big girl, she doesn’t need me”, Minseok replies, shooting you a meaning look. “Be good for me, baby. Make daddy proud”, he says and sits down on the couch.
  You know that the punishment is what Junmyeon will do, but right now it feels like the lack of Min is a more severe one. In this environment all you needed was that little brush of his hand to make you go from slick to soaked; wanting nothing more than to straddle him, seeing that amused hungry smile from him as he slowly put his fingers inside you and then spread the juices up to your clit and back to your ass, lingering, circling a bit until you had to beg him to press them in.
  Junmyeon leads you to the end of the table and softly presses your back for you to bend down, so that you’re upper body is resting on it. He puts his hand on your thigh, through the slit of your dress - a que for you to spread your legs - and pulls up your dress with his right hand. You close your eyes and bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to give away too much. Minseok’s the one who brought you here, so he’s okay with these things - but to you it feels so good that it’s almost uncomfortably okay.
“Open your eyes”, you hear Minseok’s voice. 
You look straight at him, again feeling that hunger for him, but also being okay with him seeing you turned on by someone else. And by the look of him he’s about ready to cut Junmyeon’s party short and ram his cock into your wet pussy. It’s barely noticeable, but a quick squint of his eyes, more like a twitch really, gives it away, as he sees your dress being pulled up.
Junmyeon’s hand slowly makes its way up to your entrance, and his breathing hitches. He bends down and spreads your cheeks to get a better look:
“You’ve got a prime specimen here, Minseok.” He tsks. “Does she always get this wet?”
Minseok smiles at you with pride in his eyes:
“That’s why she’s my baby girl. And if you keep going...” he trails off, making you roll your eyes as you suppress a moan.
  Junmyeon makes his way to the right-hand wall and pulls the curtain away to reveal a curated selection of toys and tools ; whips, paddles, chains, masks, ball-gags and whatever else you could think of. This is either going to be very fun or very fun. He picks a collar and starts attaching a chain to it, but then stops and puts a leather lead on it instead; his attention to details is thrilling. He takes a small pouch - one of many - and turns back around. He puts a finger between your neck and the collar when he puts it on you:
“Can you breathe?”
“Yes”, you reply, feeling a bit hoarse from being quiet for so long.
He looks at you with softness and for a second you’re stunned by his beauty.
“I don’t know what a sweet girl like you could’ve done to deserve this, but if your daddy says you do...” he sighs and shakes head and lands a burning spank on your ass.
Being totally unprepared for it you cry out, but manage to bite your tongue midway. Of course that’s not good enough for Junmyeon who yanks the lead with a stern:
“No.”
You curse yourself for not staying silent, and feel embarrassed for Minseok. Not one sound will leave your lips from now on you promise yourself. Junmyeon positions himself behind you again and when you hear Min chuckle you can guess what was brought out of the pouch. You hear a low buzz and immediately after feel it pressing on your entrance; a vibrator, a small one. Junmyeon presses it in slowly - painfully slowly - but not all the way, just a centimeter or so, and brings it out again. Then in again.
“Look at your daddy, sweetheart.”
You turn your head and look at Min, struggling to keep your eyes open from the pleasure. Struggling to not beg him - either of them - to fuck you. You angle your toes inward and arch your back, trying to get more.
“Hm, I don’t think she’s as sweet as I first thought”, Jun says to Min. “She’s a little slut, isn’t she?”. While saying it he moves the vibrator up to your anal, making you twitch and inhale hard with pleasure. Picking up on it, Jun pulls the lead back and increases the speed on the vibrator as he starts pressing it in little by little to stretch you out.
“Fuck…” Minseok sighs “now there’s a sight…”
“You should see it from my angle. Grab the third bag for me, will you?”
Minseok does what Junmyeon asks and before long you feel a dildo filling your ass, moving in and out at a slow pace, and vibrating. You close your eyes and feel Minseok’s hand on your mouth; instinctively you open it and he slips two fingers inside, moving them in the same slow pace as Junmyeon.
“Feel how wet she is now” he says to Junmyeon.
Junmyeon puts his fingers in your pussy, not bothering toying with you and moans:
“She’s a mess, and I’ve barely done anything..!”
“Mm-hmm, she’s like that” Minseok replies, fingers still in your mouth.
“You, do you like your daddy’s fingers that much?”
“Yes”, you shake your head.
“Or is it me and this dildo in your ass..?”
You look at Min, not sure what to answer. Luckily, he bends down and says:
“Just tell him what you like, baby.”
“All of it. Everything”, you moan. 
“She’s gonna come soon if you don’t control it.”
“Yeah, I can feel her on my fingers. I’m gonna let her. Make her. Go sit down, watch her”, Junmyeon replies. “Now let’s see how long it takes with just this” he says, pushing the dildo in all the way. You don’t even care that he’s removed his fingers; seeing Minseok so turned on, and the lewd feeling of being bent over with a dildo in your ass more than enough. Junmyeon pulls your leash tighter so your head is upright, and with the same hand grabs the left side of our ass, spreading it to get a better look. He puts the vibrator on full power which sends a jolt through your body, making your pussy almost drip with how wet it is. It doesn’t take long for that familiar electricity to build up when he start setting a faster pace, and you can’t help but to let sounds slip out.
“Are you gonna let your daddy see you come?”
As your legs start to spasm you just about manage to moan a “yes”, and you hear Min grunt. When your orgasm comes Junmyeon grabs your pelvic bone to hold you down and pumps the dildo with relentless speed, making you whine and moan an endless slew of “fuck”, “oh”.
When your sounds trail off Junmyeon relaxes the lead to let you rest your head and slowly removes the dildo.
“Come here” he says, pulling you up on your shaky legs “go lie down for a second, we’re gonna go have a drink.” Your initial excitement fades when he continues “I’ll bring you some water. There’s a bathroom right outside if you want to freshen up. Don’t go anywhere else.”
Just as you sit down Minseok stands up:
“You did good, baby”, he says stroking your head. “And since you know each other now I’ll let Junmyeon have you all to himself from now on.”
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sirjustice1338 · 3 years
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DNA THING DUDE
How DNA done also, step on the hair on hair of the 2 on cd hole on hay land, heap guava and paw paw on holes within gone up places within ya yard, wash feet with kids in surgical spirits or chop mango on wood soaked in paraffin and petroleum 4 autopsy and written format on the same if father son or daughter or no relationship as mothers as father as above or teeth, 2 of the investigated step on on Cd hole within hay on tiles, heap guava and cabbage 4 autopsy while 4 Dna is guava and kale in gone done places as u wash ya feet in surgical spirit with kids holding snake meat on ya hands pressed on the wall or try with other meet as well dude or Bone of the 2 tiny parts step on hole of cd within cabbage outer peel, heap hay and guava in gone up made hole maybe basin inserted into that hole, wash feet with kids inside the surgical spirit the hind part of the cow leg or insert 1 leg of the cow or chop hay on wood soaked in milk mixed with hay and boom ya DNA while with autopsy in the 2 mention u, use inside x-ray photos of the affected area or just sharp taken photos but the best is in the paragraphs below of discerning dude
The yellow leave garden flower attached on the photo above also with making the medicine that cuts on amoeba when in the head, u hide its heap within the heap mentioned in the written format scripts as above and u can even hide all mentioned above pertaining to making medicine as any herb u know or already made drugs 4 better results dude
You want ya few coins u claim to be helping me but i realized early to stop the thing now sending criminals to ambush me of the same investigating if i have it cash as it has accumulated. Folks take heed of such character synonymous with the whites even with free food stuff and bedding they give ya, the obina blooded, they were chicken keepers or rearers along time as people were collected of the same and taken to a particular sphere after the Green man emigrated dude
Garage door like TV cabinet how made, like single bay door garage door like tv cabinet, fold and step on within Cd hole on hay on soil, heap guava and paw paw ripe on basin on gone up places within ya yard, wash feet with kids in surgical spirit in basin cow dung in the mixture or grass 4 another type or chop mango within hay bars with sprinkled on them car acid or chop maize on hay bars mixed with raw mango or mineral drinking water in the dark dude or dim light and boom ya garage door, while canopy type made when u write the same in place of the above, heap hay and cabbage, chop paw paw on wood soaked in milk or wash feet with kids goat feces in the basin on gone down places within ya yard your one hand on the shoulder of 1 kid and the kid to another or on the grass soil/sand land in the dark and boom ya TV cabin dude
https://www.homestratosphere.com/types-of-garage-doors/
https://www.designlaunches.com/lifestyle/types-of-garage-doors-their-advantages-and-disadvantages.php
The made dust free soil and land area can take the shape of the roof in the link below so not infused with red soil flood sheet water as raised above normal ground to eliminate any water unto it dude, like mansard roof style dude
https://homesthetics.net/mansard-roof/
Gps trackers sim free with control antennae of 120 KM radius fixed on car inside wheel tube with towel wrapped heat panel generator inscribed in small cans, write in point form as stanza and make a cross, then heap cabbage and hay, on gone up places within inserted container, chop mango on wood board soaked in milk in mud 4 the control kit while on wood soaked in yam 4 the GPS fixed tracker or chop mud in wood soaked in ripe mango juice 4 the control kit or in wood soaked in apple juice 4 the gps tracker it self or wash feet in hay cut pieces with sand and women 4 the control kit or wash feet with kids in hay mango cut pieces in basin 4 the tracker or in mango seed with the hay for Gps radar system
Pay tv with antennae long range signal, paw paw in guava as heap, in gone up places within a tank in grass sand area, chop mango with hay on wood on wet mud 4 the antennae and dry mud 4 the decoder or wash feet in surgical spirit with sand with kits 4 the radar system or wash feet with women in surgical spirit with roasted maize 4 the decoder dude while 4 radio station, heap mango with hay as the heap, in gone up places as above, chop guava on wood soaked in milk mixed with hay leaves or wash feet with kids on mango cut pieces within acid mixed with water solution, either ripe or raw mango juices or cut pieces gives another format of the rotating antennae of long range no need to be placed much as with phone boosters as u try on both, which is static dude in dim light or dark
Mobile phone rotating booster antennae long range, mango and hay as the heap in gone down places within tarmacked road, sited on ya door, wash feet with kids in surgical spirit mixed with raw yam hands on the stoned wall or chop guava on wood soaked in Luke warm milk and garbage inside the milk or cooked cabbage juice in dark or dim light and boom ya antennae dude of long range rotating bro
Body plasticine detector machine, heap hay and guava, in gone up places inside a can place the heap, in the dark, chop hay on wood soaked in milk or wash feet with kids in surgical spirit with mixed hay extracts or grinned portions dude or write the name as above then step on within CD hole on hay on the floor with cement fumes, heap hay and guava on the road with hole, wash feet with kids in surgical spirit with fried bees hands on the soil or chop mango on wood soaked in milk or salt 4 the smartphone app but all in the dark dude
U aint good dude, a good man firts not, if u do u aint good dude, don't play, kinda, u good bro esp the luo, houses, roads now made in the boom good ones more than yours and any tree as a hole made either artificially when placed with heap of hay, guava, grass or soil b4 u chop mango in wood soaked in all extracts juices or roughage makes either houses or buildings as the chopped u can interchange with another but remove from the many juices wood soaked in, as also wash feet with kids in many mixed chemicals or juices or juices inside placed anything around like flowers or pets and cattle, insect and arachnids or hurl 2 mixtures unto container of sewer water or blocked streams of the same either in the dark or light
Mixture of the whole ripe tamarind okwaju fruit crashed with seeds then u mix with eurphobia extracts treats aids sports or if u mix extracts of paw paw tree trunk back with hay aids in making ya skin soft or mango tree trunk, grinned and dry mix with cold water and can form the best boom heap 4 step on CD specimen type for Aids medicine or any  vaccine or drug and ginger mixed with cashew nut brings back hairline or raw mango mixed with paw paw tree trunk extract as u can try bro
Even paying rent 4 ya house or taking kids to school u can borrow the 2 months paid loan, and u locate a house where the borrow even caters even up-to 10 months in rent, heavy laden u pay in 2 months and still u got 8 months holiday, a thing many people mind not to live good, stop disturbing another person with ya kid dude or police come hear the same and arrest ya dude, apply the same above dude
When u want to locate one parents as mother, where they are or what they are doing where buried or clothes wearing, in car, job or walking, u place that man picture into ya mind esp the 4head and locate world cities as u change if u fail to locate a partially black picture of their parents in those towns as above, when u see eye open, kinda, looking at u then, there it is the parent, mother or father, if u see a casket or grave then dead and sometimes u see a wheel chair meaning incapacitated and even those who killed him and the money givers to do the same and even the city of burial whether grave exhumed or not as u take the photos of those whom u think did the same and do as above bringing them close to the 4head of the incumbent or being investigated man as ya father or mother. Even with if another 1 is the brother to ya unknown parents or cousins, auntie or uncle, if u relate as above, kinda, u see the legs in ya mind fixed to the ground and face not blocked and if u see legs hanging as swinging then no relationship bro as above but if legs not swinging and face closed one tribe blood or distant cousins and DNA is a cheat to get much cash and fear one but done as above, do it as many people and get to know where 1 came from in the globe. Like with me my mother got philipino blood and cameroon, from Denver Colorado, live in west Marple in Wichita, KS and currently selling casket in Virginia and Nelly the Singer from Missouri his elder son with another father from cape town SA while my father was sheriff officer in Jacksonville Florida and buried in Miami father to Humphrey also who operates a PS4 shop and my mother mother to the man working at till we meet again casket selling shop in KSM with another father as they are paid to do the same, if release out message means death as kids shifted with another kid killed but from African towns esp Kenya, as in the link bellow, NELLY ESCORTING her to Vancouver, Canada and the to Chile then to Argentina or in mind and if a gun placed on head, kinda, u see the brains off like wave signal out or burning furnace flame. Jlo the daughter to her sister my mother
https://till-we-meet-again-kisumu.business.site/
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Your mother as above wants you dead or poor, if making it sends one to sponsor people to ambush ya, or sleep with ya and plant ya downfall, so don't get to know her, rather club her to death as my father above by Jeff ester of sedgwick jail liaising with linnet Garthenji sponsored by Uhuru Kenyatta and his close associates like patni but after a longtime is when u do the above so not traced as with my mother, so its stop 4 good dude the beauty of all it with Jeff ester and my case
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theangrypokemaniac · 4 years
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Then Ambipom showed up, and the little miss wasn't half so bad in retrospect.
I never felt too keen on Aipom. It was okay but that inane grin possessed a sinister edge, like Tony Blair after the '97 election.
Bloody hell, what's that?
Yer tail's got more fingers than you!
Nasty thing this freak:
• Teeth like bathroom tiles.
• Grimace about as reassuring as an escaped mental patient peering in the window.
• Chevron nose implying a porcine snout.
• Tail ends like silicon knockers, each sporting a trio of red-raw teats.
• Screechy, gurgling cackle.
• Bobbing up and down, heaving, like a Steamboat Willie reject.
It's the voice mainly. The cheap attempt rolled out by The Pokémon Company ruins much of it for me.
Aipom began Sinnoh as Ash's Pokémon, but so enamoured was she of the whole Contest palaver, and with no chance of joining whilst still in his custody, the decision was made to trade her for Buizel.
I repeat: she left Ash, whom she clearly cared about, given the hat antics, because Contests were a wondrous jewel in her eyes.
It did then anyway. The boss-eyed ugliness is more of an issue now.
It was all going so swimmingly. Dawn and Ambipom made a grand team, sticking it to Ursula and Gabite good and proper.
That is, until she made the mistake of entering a table tennis event.
Really? To this we are reduced?
Remember that. It's important for later.
His name is O.
It is not. That's blatantly an alias for ulterior motives.
What's he up to, sneaking about under a pseudonym of evident fabrication?
O? Yer couldn't even think up a proper sobriquet for this devilish creep?
It's all Barry's fault, the bitch.
I consider folk who fanny hither and thither, referring to themselves by initials only, to be insufferably pretentious.
T.A.P. won't have it on this blog.
Dawn progresses with ease, thoroughly thrashing opponents, for Ambipom reveals herself to be quite the skilled operator.
With no fingers, no wrists, and no joints. Just the palms.
As if!
How can Shiftry be a champion? Look at it, man!
Alright, it's not so severe a drawback as Oddish, who had No Bloody Arms, but it ain't much of an improvement.
It's got no bloody hands!
Yet they come up against real competition at the close, for O and Shiftry are legends of the art.
It's a master ping-pong player... with No Bloody Hands?!
You're 'avin me on here!
What's it meant to do, slap away with a frond?
How?! There's no bloody bones in them there leaves!
Can't have a cup of tea with them, can yer?!
What a surprise, Dawn loses in the final.
Something else to fail at then?
Oh come on love, can't you do anything right?
Then O guilt trips her. Apparently the shrieking simian is a natural talent, but her deadweight presence is cramping its style.
Charming.
Ambipom is given the choice: spotlight and seals or bats and balls. She picks the latter.
Each time the ball approaches, either it'll just bend the foliage, or, when aflame, burn a hole right through, and Shiftry would go up like a woollen nightgown!
Of course she does. The compelling story arc of twenty minutes could lead only to this conclusion.
Aipom gives up entering Contests, a career she adored, in preference for a thing no one knew existed before this single episode, even if it means parting from all of her friends forever.
Perfectly logical thought process there.
Two options:
1. Contests are crap. They look all flash at a distance but it's a soulless procedure.
Ambipom twigged this early on, jumping ship at the first opportunity to escape a lifetime of feudal drudgery under Dawn's baronial whip hand.
O claims to run his own ping-pong school, because in these parts that's how people fill the empty hours waiting for death.
Bizarrely it's situated in Vermilion City.
I know. It's on a entirely different continent to Dawn, as if they don't want her visiting.
Back in day Ash and Brock almost died trying to reach said settlement. It ain't easy even for them.
Oh Vermilion City! Of course it is! I remember it so well now from Electric Shock Showdown.
Lieutenant Surge loves a game of ping-pong! Him and Raichu batter fragile Pidgey and Rattata all day then unwind with a bit of back-and-forth paddle-whacking.
He's at every hour under the sun with the Fishing Guru and Fan Club Chairman.
2. The writers responsible are baggy-arsed oafs and this is the most inept exit in the show.
Yeah, and I bet O's vehicle is the one hiding Mew.
Ah! That's the explanation I've waited for!
Disembarking from the Saint Anne? It's the first place you go when in town.
Captain, calm thy sick, and Sailors, put down those women of ill repute. There's pongs to be pinged.
A likely scenario as ever I did see.
Or is it?
Well, well, well. This tissue of lies is unravelling before me.
• Calls himself O?
• Has such a mundane, yet ludicrous profession?
• Works with a disabled Pokémon incapable of the very action for which it is famed?
• Professes to own an establishment we know from past experience isn't there?
• Enters the aforesaid competition, immediately targeting his favoured prey?
• Grooms Ambipom with flattery, adding a reduction in status by beating her, inspiring a useful hunger for better?
• Emotionally manipulates a young girl into surrendering her Pokémon?
• Shows no remorse in removing an animal from her family?
• Travels thousands of miles from home, keen to avoid recognition by fellow countrymen?
• Supposed base happens to be in a city difficult to access for Dawn?
• Oh, and a port town to boot, stamping ground of smugglers passing illegal goods, like exotic pets and contraband?
• Disappears on a bus, never to be seen again?
The evidence is piling up!
He ain't no ping-pong player! He's scouting for specimens for his animal research lab!
Ambipom's gonna get stuffed and placed in a cabinet for snotty students to study!
Hey, science man. Anything's justified in its name. The future's now thanks to it.
Thumbs up from Pope Clemont.
Could be worse. Could be talentless twat Damien Hirst picking up creatures to bisect in a vat of formaldehyde for the pleasure of a lot of beard-stroking bourgeoisie.
If I were Ash I'd be well aggrieved at the entire situation.
You give away yer best chimp, assuming it'll be safe with a friend, and she gifts it to the vivisectionist!
Oi bitch, yer wanna take the shirt off his back too?
You should've handed it to Jessie when asked. She never would've done such a thing.
She cares.
She just dumps all hers in the tender embrace of H.Q. and forgets.
Might be dead now. Much better.
What is it about Sinnoh? Chimchar gets grief, and Aipom's headed for China's cruelty-free wet markets.
From Poffin to coffin: aye-aye-aye.
Mmm-mmm: Mashed Ape coming to a dinner plate near you.
I tell yer, shameless spanking of monkeys going on all over.
But lo, the somewhat misnamed Galar region is set in Vermilion City!
Obviously Ambipom will be at Chloë's for a cup of tea and a banana on a regular basis.
Yep, definitely will happen. No doubt about it. We're due a remake of Diamond and Pearl after all.
Should that come to fruition, any old excuse to promote it on screen will do.
I'm handing yer that loose story strand, Game Freak!
Any time now. The first day Ash was in town he raced to the famous ping-pong school round the corner.
He couldn't resist, not when he hadn't bothered to visit in three previous generations.
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It's coming. It will. Just wait a minute.
...
That's right, you wave goodbye. That's the last we'll be seeing of 'er outside of a packed lunch with mustard.
No? Again I give you two options:
1. What choo expecting canon coherence from this shower for?
I keep telling yer: when a new era begins it erases all that has gone before. That's why they explain the concept of Pokémon EVERY SINGLE BLOODY TIME.
2. It is consistent, and Ambipom can't return as her skin's decorating a fine Gucci handbag.
Plus the rest of her made a top-notch tin of dog food.
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no6secretsanta · 4 years
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Snakes and Mice
{To: @moyarambles
From: @happykawaiicinnamonroll
Hope this satisfies your fantasy needs!}
Snakes love to eat meat from small animals. Mice are no exception.
Nezumi too had the feeling that he attracted all kinds of snakes. However most of them were human and usually annoying and sketchy. But he had no choice. His job as an adventurer acquires him to deal with many different people. Some he can stand and others he cannot.
The only thing he could do was keeping his mouth shut and do the "quest". After all he didn't want to end up as their prey.
However he would be lying if he said he hadn't killed the one or another client. And even more so if he called himself a saint.
Nezumi was a thief, fast and clever.
"Snakes" were his enemies.
~
It was a sunny day but there was no light in the dark and foggy forest Nezumi was in.
The trees there were at least five times taller than him. They overshadowed everything with their crowns made out of leaves and bird's nests.
Even with his oil lamp he could barely make out anything because of the thick fog. Nezumi had to depend on his other four senses.
He was rather slow as he made his way through the wood, highly cautious towards his surroundings.
Not even the rotten smell in his nose threw Nezumi off. Many people, mostly careless ones, died in that forest. That place was cursed.
However he had a job to do. Also it wasn't like this was his first time here. Although it probably was his longest stay.
One more hour and he would hit the 24 hours, a whole day.
Nezumi had not expected to be in that dark place for that long. He really needed to get out soon before his oil and nutrients were all gone.
Finally he could feel something wet underneath his boots and a light breeze grazing his cheeks. Behind his scarf his lips curled upwards into a smirk. At long last he had reached it.
The so called heart of Dunkelwald was right in front of him.
The man was on high alert as he recalled all the stories -- rumours, really -- he heard about that place.
How it had swallowed people and they were never to be seen again. Or if they did leave not without a curse.
Nezumi also heard of rare creatures living there. Some dangerous others shy. One in particular was on his mind. A blood red snake which tasted delicious when cooked and also made the eater turn into whatever they wanted.
Inukashi had ordered him to get one and he would not let him down.
He was not going to leave this cursed forest without it.
It looked like luck was on his side after enduring in that dark place for so long.
A small red line wrapped around something white. If it weren't for the bright colours Nezumi might not have spotted it. The light was too dim.  He had to step closer to see better. His heart felt a tiny stab over the sight of a snake choking a mouse. In a quick movement he picked them both up.
After casting a spell to paralyze the two animals he put them in his bag. To his relief the mouse had moved. It was still alive. The snake didn't kill it.
However Nezumi did not notice that there was something strange about the mouse. Not yet.
He was too busy rummaging through his bag. Once his hand grabbed a certain tiny round object he pulled it out. It was a teleport orb or rather an escape orb. This item allows you to leave a so called "dungeon" and lets you appear on the very spot you have entered.
Nezumi was about to use the orb when he heard something. A quiet rustle on his left. As carefully as possible he turned to that direction. His lips curled upwards into a grin when he saw the source of the noise.
"Oh hello. Did you want to join your friend?"
The creature, a red snake stared at the man. Or more like glared.
"Oh pardon me. Of course you would want to be with your child." Right after saying that Nezumi cast another spell. But this time he chose one to make the snake fall asleep.
At the beginning he seemed to have the worst luck. Now he had not captured one but two snakes. Inukashi will be thrilled.
Nezumi put the big snake into his bag. After looking around he took out the orb and used it to leave the forest in the blink of an eye.
~~~
Once home he took out the animals from his bag. To his relief the snakes were still unmoving. However the mouse had woken up and was now looking at Nezumi. Its eyes were red contradicting its white fur. Upon closer inspection in a better light he realised that the snake on the rodent was actually a scar.
If it hadn't been for the real red snake attacking him and him capturing it he would had been forced to go back to Dunkelwald.
"And there I thought I would get some extra cash," Nezumi remarked in his mind. For some reason he couldn't keep his eyes of the mouse. He even snorted because the mouse was branded with the image of its enemy. It was too ironic.
All of a sudden the man began to talk to the rodent, "You know. I could sell you too. Bet you would fetch a nice price."
The albino animal flinched over his words. It seemed to understand him.
"Do not fret," Nezumi continued, "I won't sell you." He then let out a whistle.
Before the mouse knew it it was surrounded by its own kind. Three pairs of eyes stared at it in curiousity.
As the mice were getting acquainted the adventurer made a light meal for himself and even prepared a plate with some cookies for his furry friends. The four rodents devoured their food with eagerness while Nezumi ate his in peace.
After they were all done the man washed the dirty dishes in a hurry. He then turned to the mice with a smile. "I gotta go again. Have fun."
With that said he left, but not without taking the red snake with him. His quest would only be fulfilled if he gave it to Inukashi. And that's what he was doing.
~
Normally red snakes were no longer than 25 centimetres. However this specimen was 37 centimetres long according to the tape measure from Inukashi.
"I knew I could count on you," he stated. "Although you took longer than usual it was worth the wait."
Nezumi rolled his eyes. "I was in the deepest part of Dunkelwald. What did you expect?"
"You're right. Just last month a boy around your age got swallowed by the forest," Inukashi told the other as he watched the snake wake up. He then quickly cast another sleeping spell on it.
"Oh. Its missing an eye."
The adventurer clicked his tongue. A missing eye meant less money. At least the eyes weren't the most expensive part of the red snake but they still landed a decent price.
"How much are you willing to pay?"
"Let's see... The snake is longer than usual... However it is missing an eye..."
Inukashi stared at the creature for a little while longer. He opened its mouth to look inside before he spoke up again, "40 silver coins. 37 for the length, 2 for the teeth and 1 for the eye."
Nezumi smirked. "Deal."
~~~
At long last the man could fall into his bed and get some much deserved sleep. Dunkelwald had not allowed him to rest even for a little. That's why he was planning to recharge the energy he had spent on getting through that dark place. No one could stop him.
His mice jumped onto the bed next to Nezumi's head. All except one.
The albino with the odd scar stared at the human. Its red eyes were glowing a little in the dark.
Patting on a free spot between the rodents, Nezumi invited the lone mouse to join them.
A moment later it hopped down on the very place and curled into a ball.
The adventurer watched the mice until he fell asleep.
Nine hours later Nezumi woke up to a rustling sound. He was quick to leave his bed and walk to the source of the sound. His eyes grew wide in surprise when he saw a boy around his age rummage through his cupboard. "What the hell..." The stranger turned around to Nezumi upon hearing something. When he saw the other his face coloured pink.
"I-I can explain," he stuttered out.
"Oh yeah? Well I can't remember having invited someone over." Nezumi walked up to the intruder and grabbed him by his white hair. "So what are you doing in my home, wearing my pants?"
As he stared at the boy he began to realise something. First, the other was an albino. Second, there was a red scar running from his cheek to his chest and perhaps further down. The scar was
like a snake. Similar to the snake Nezumi had caught and sold. But it was also like the scar the mouse had. If not the same scar.
"...Are you the mouse?"
As an answer he got a simple nod. The poor boy was too afraid to speak after he had gotten yelled at.
Nezumi was shocked. It was then that he remembered how the red snake had been missing an eye. Which brought him to the conclusion that the former mouse might have eaten it. "This can't be happening," he mumbled.
If only he had known that his trip to Dunkelwald would get him into this mess.
"Uhm... Sir?" the boy called out.
Nezumi groaned. "What is it?"  
"...Can I talk?"
He had only asked for permission to talk. But it made the adventurer recall how the mouse had understood him. It or rather he had reacted to his words. Normally an animal turned human shouldn't be able to speak with such ease right?
"Fine." Crossing his arms, Nezumi looked at the stranger. His grey pierced through the latter and made him gulp.
"Thank you Sir. Also I'm sorry for uhm taking your pants without permission? It's just I don't have any clothes on me at the moment."
Another odd thing. The boy knew of the importance of being dressed. Nezumi wondered if the mouse possessed a high IQ. Or at least a higher one than normal mice.
"You could have asked."
"But you were deep asleep and I didn't want to wake you," he retorted.
The adventurer clicked his tongue. "How courteous of you."
Finally he let go of the albino's soft hair. "Now let's get you some clothes."
The boy smiled at him. "Thank you Sir."
Nezumi shook his head. It gave him an odd feeling to be called Sir. "Just call me Nezumi please."
"Alright. Nezumi." A hand got stretched out towards the adventurer. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Shion."
"Shion..." His lips curled upwards into a small grin. "So you have a name? I was afraid I had to name you. Well that certainly saves trouble." He did not take Shion's hand.
The boy let out a sigh, something Nezumi didn't dare do. "Can we just get some clothes for me please?"
"Of course my majesty."
A blanket got drapped over Shion's shoulders.
"But for now you stay here and tell me your sizes in clothing."
He was given a smile of gratitude in return before the boy told him his sizes.
Nezumi nodded afterwards. "I see." He then grabbed Shion by his wrist and dragged him to his bed. To the adventurer's surprise and relief the other didn't resist. Not even when he made him sit down on the ground and tied his arms to the bed frame.
Shion just blinked, a confused expression crossing his face. "Uhm... Nezumi?" he called out in a rather soft voice. "What are you doing?"
"Making sure you won't do anything stupid while I'm away," the adventurer replied. "See you later. My mice will watch you."
~~~
Around an hour later, Nezumi returned with four huge bags. With a loud thud they landed in front of Shion.
"I see you behaved. Good," the adventurer remarked.
The albino grimaced a little as he gazed up at the other. "Not that I had much of choice." He turned his head to look at his tied wrists. Although the rope used to make him immobile appeared to be ordinary it wasn't. There was a strong spell casted on it plus the material was a rare one too.
Shion hadn't even tried to escape because he knew it would be pointless and harm him. So he hadn't risked it.
"Well then. I brought you some clothes as promised," Nezumi pointed out as he removed the magic rope. "You owe me. Big."
The albino nodded his head in reply. "Thank you." He then looked through the clothes. Nezumi had even been so kind to get him two pairs of shoes. However there was one thing missing.
"Uhm... Nezumi?"
"Yes?" The man went back to the other after he had given the mice a big cookie.
Shion took a deep breath. "There is... No underwear."
"So? We can buy some later," Nezumi retorted. "Or would you had prefered to wear some already worn underwear?"
Now that he had mentioned it did the albino notice that all the clothing wasn't new. But they still seemed to be in good condition. Another thing which made it clear to Shion that those are second hand are the smells of them. Some of them smelled like fabric softener the rest didn't.
"Oh..." He frowned.
Nezumi studied the other with a smirk. "So what will it be? Will you stay here, tied against bed pole or will you go shopping with me?"
The albino was quiet as he contemplated his options. "... I'll go with you."
~
After they had bought some underwear for Shion they went to Inukashi. The adventurer hoped that he might be of some help.
"Good timing! I have a brand-new quest for you-- Oh." The moment his gaze fell on the albino he went quiet. But a moment later he cracked a joke. "We're not buying humans. Try the slavery a few stands farther."
Nezumi rolled his eyes. "No thanks. I actually wanted to know more about the snake I sold you."
"The red snake? I used it for some potions. They've been really popular. So much so that they're sold out," Inukashi told him. "Did you need one? I'm afraid I haven't kept a spare one for you. Next time okay?"
"That's not it either." Nezumi then shoved Shion in front of him. "Remember how the snake had been missing an eye? I suspect he ate it."
The salesman looked at the individual presented to him. "Now that you mention it, his scar reminds me of the snake."
Inukashi put his chin in his hand. "How interesting."
"Uhm..." Shion got a little uncomfortable from the staring. As if he was a statue in a museum. Only made to be gazed at.
Nezumi wrapped an arm around the smaller male. "Yes. You see..."
He then told Inukashi how he had met the other and that he had been a mouse before turning human.
"...I see. So that's how it is." The salesman was sitting cross-legged on a chair, one hand on his left knee.
"And now you're trying to figure out what to do? How to turn him back?"
"No!" Shion shouted all of a sudden. His sudden yell startled the two other men.  
Inukashi gawked at the albino as if he had grown two heads all of a sudden. "You can talk? And understand us?"
"I can."
"But you're a mouse! Well, you were," the salesman retorted.
For some reason a dark expression crossed the other's pale face. "I know. You see--"
"Hold up!" Nezumi demanded. "I think I understand now." He then locked eyes with Shion. Cold grey met hot red.  
"You had actually been human before but got turned into a mouse. Is that correct?"
The albino nodded after a while. "That's right."
"So... We don't need to turn him back? Just leave it as is?" Inukashi concluded.
Nezumi's lips curled upwards into a half-grin. "That's how it is now."
It was then decided that Shion stayed with his "saviour".
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Four months passed in which Nezumi got used to living with someone else besides his mice.
During this time he learned a lot about the other.
Shion was a light sleeper but rarely moved. He didn't snore either.
Often times Nezumi would catch him staring off into the distance, looking out of the window every chance he got.
It appeared to him that the albino was longing for something or someone. Probably his old life.
However Shion did not complain about his new situation. In fact he was grateful to Nezumi for giving him this opportunity.
As it had turned out his new roommate was a pretty skilled archer and could use a type of magic he had never seen before (although Shion rarely casted spells). Once the adventurer had discovered this he had started taking him on quests are letting him do a few alone even.
They both profited from each other. But that didn't change the fact they barely knew anything. Four months just weren't enough.
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After a tough quest Nezumi was in the underground market while the albino rested at home.
He was talking to Inukashi when someone called out to him. "Nezumi? Is that you?"  
The adventurer turned around at that.
"Oh hey Safu!"
In front of him stood a girl who was dressed as a typical witch. Her spells were average but what really stood out were her potions, ailments and similar things. Sometimes she made some for Inukashi.
Safu gave the salesman a decent filled bag before she looked at the other man again. "How about we have some dinner and talk? Food's on me."
"I can't possibly let a lady pay for me," Nezumi retorted, denying her offer. "Let's just pay for our own meals."
"So just like always. Boo." Her expression changed into a sulking one. However there was something else. Something gloomy.
The adventurer would question her about it later. If she was ready to talk about it. He didn't want to force her.
Shaking his head, Nezumi then offered, "How about I let you choose the place?"
In an instant Safu's face brightened up. "I was hoping you'd say that." She then grabbed the other by his arm and dragged him away.
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Soon enough the two sat in a café. Apart from them were only three other people.
Once they had sat down a woman walked up to the two individuals. The name written on her apron was the same as the café's so it was safe to assume that she was the owner.
"Hello Safu. I see you're not alone her today." She gave them a welcoming smile.
Safu mimicked her expression. "This is Nezumi. He's a good acquaintance of mine. Nezumi meet Karan."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Nezumi. Just call me Karan. And yes this café belongs to me." She was smiling yet the adventurer didn't miss the bitter note in  it. Same with his company. There was something sad and ... longing in their eyes.
Nezumi nodded. "The pleasure is mine Karan."
After Karan had taken their orders and left the man leaned closer to Safu.
"So, what happened? Something is definitely up."
He frowned at her. Even if they weren't friends per se he still cared for her to a certain extent. And if he could help her he would. Although it depended on what Nezumi had to do and which price to pay.
Safu let out a deep sigh.
"Guess I can't fool you huh?"
She played with her pendant as she thought about her next words.
"...This necklace was a present from my childhood friend. He... He disappeared a few months ago."
It was then that he remembered Inukashi mentioning it before. A boy who wasn't able to leave Dunkelwald.
"My condolences."
Nezumi knew these words weren't enough but he had to say something.
His company shook her head. "I just wish he's safe wherever he is... Although it's naive and stupid."
The adventurer was about to open his mouth but closed it when Karan returned to their table.
"Here you go."
Food and drinks were set in front of the two.
"Thank you Karan!" Safu smiled at her.
However the woman noticed that something was wrong with the younger female. "Why the long face Safu? Is Nezumi rude to you? Do I have to kick him out?"
"No, it's alright," she reassured the older one, "I just told Nezumi about Shion."
Shion. Just like his roommate! How odd.
"...Is he your relative?" Nezumi asked her.
Karan nodded with a smile.
"He's my son."
She was happy about the fact that the adventurer had used present tense and not past tense. It made her feel better, if only a little.
"I hope you too enjoy the meal. Also don't worry about the bill. It's on the house."
As soon as the woman had left he turned to Safu. "You little… You schemed this."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." The girl chuckled.
Nezumi rolled his eyes. "You're impossible."
He was about to take a bite from his cake when the door to the café got opened in a quick and rather violent way.
"Everest is under attack!" a man shouted which made the adventurer freeze.
After all he had told him bad news about the very village he lived in.
Even though he would've loved to try Karan's pastries he had to abandon it.
Safu was right behind him as they raced to Everest.
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Hundreds of monsters were harming the village with its inhabitants. Half of the place was engulfed in flames and destroyed beyond compare.
It was a sight Nezumi would never forget and always revive in his nightmares.
He did his best to keep the monsters at bay and keep the villagers as safe as possible in such a dire situation.
All of a sudden the flames had surrounded him, Safu and a couple others in a full circle. They had no way to escape because of the high and thick wall of fire.
Nezumi and others casted various spells to the best of their abilities to fight it and the monsters.
But they grew weaker with every use of magic.
Things seemed hopeless.
All of a sudden Shion stood before him. However something was different about him.
"Shion?" Safu called his name.
There was a flash of light which blinded everyone.
Nezumi could make out some fluffy tails behind the albino before they disappeared with the light. Most of the monsters had gone knocked down from that attack.  
After fighting of the remaining enemies it was over.
Shion then turned around to the adventurer and smiled at him. A moment later he collapsed.
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Sold.
Borrower!Virgil Angst
Virgil finds himself for sale at a high class black market auction. I wrote this a while ago and I thought I'd post it as a one shot. I have more planned for it, but I don't know if I should continue. So why not post it here and see if it catches any of yall's interest?
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Word count: 1,707
Warnings: fear, borrower treated as an object/pet, brief nondescript mention of injury and a needle, general angst and panic, feeling of helplessness
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Virgil wasn’t one to get scared easily, but god damn. Right about now called for a good old dose of sheer fucking terror.
Jolted awake by outside forces to utter darkness, Virgi’s chest heaved. Even being used to the darkness of the walls wouldn’t assist him when not even a ray of ambient light shone into… Where was he? All that he could remember was meeting a new borrower back at his apartment. Then letting the borrower lead him to where they said there was a stash of open cereal... The pitiful look the borrower gave him as they walked into the cabinet.. Then suddenly faceless, monstrous humans were grabbing at him; squeezing until Virgil was too weak to fight. The stinging burn of a needle threw him fast into unconsciousness. He felt his arm gingerly for the needle wound. It responded to his fingers with a sting.
Spurred on by this troubling memory, Virgil pushed out blindly. His shaky hands were met by cool metal bars. Feeling around, his dread grew. A cage. He was in what felt like a miniature birdcage, minus the perch bar. By threading his fingers through the bars he uneasily hoisted himself to his feet, only to hit his head on the ill-sized dome roof. Feeling his breath quicken, he pulled at his throat. His fingers wrapped around a tie that certainly wasn’t there when he was knocked out. Virgil pulled it off and held it up, trying to inspect it. But to no avail, the cage was simply too dark to see something even a few millimeters away. Disgusted, he threw it into the inky dark. The soft sound of it hitting the bars gave him no satisfaction.
Patting himself down Virgil found that their clothes had been replaced with a crisp suit. It even had a fake rose boutonniere pinned to the pocket. He unclipped the rose and took it into hand. It felt too well-sewn to be made by a human, and there was no way a human could have buttoned the white undershirt he wore. That only left one possibility, one that left Virgil with a permanent grimace.
‘That damn borrower betrayed his own kind!’ Virgil cursed under his breath, ‘I should've known better than to trust him!’ The hand holding the rose crushed the flower in a white-knuckled fist and Virgil discarded that as well.
‘Well then. Might as well try to find out what kind of shitshow I've gotten myself into now.’ Virgil slipped his arm between the bars, jamming his shoulder in so that he could have as much reach as possible. Searching fingers were at first met with nothing but a smooth, slightly cold floor. If he reached out far enough his fingers could brush against a flat wall of the same material. Exploring the floor, he brushed against something soft and flinched back slightly. The borrower let his hand feel around it before realizing the fabric was comfortingly familiar. It was his clothes! Not wasting any more time he pulled the bundle up to the bars before realizing it was simply too big to fit. The clothes seemed to be secured into the bundle by a thick plastic band, likely a zip tie. No matter how the borrower pulled at the exposed fabric, it was no use. He was too weak. Virgil gave up with a growl and pulled away, collapsing heavily against the bars behind him and not even caring that it hurt his arm to do so. He hugged his knees close while tears he’d never let himself shed burned in his eyes.
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The sound of giants moving about grew around him, pushing Virgil into a nervous alertness. Thunderous voices overlapped and mottled together to where there was no telling how many there were. But it was certainly more of those bastards than Virgil was willing to put up with. A low growl escaped Virgil’s throat as his box was picked up. He shakily pulled himself to his feet as the human’s careless movements swayed the box nauseatingly. But just as Virgil had both feet on the ground the box was set down just as carelessly, throwing Virgil into the cold hard bars. A burst of pain exploded from his shoulder and the borrower winced. ‘That’ll leave a mark,’ He held the shoulder lightly, grimacing.
Still determined to be ready, Virgil stood as straight as possible; wary of the low roof. The din of humans around him quieted eerily as he stood, making his pounding heartbeat all the more deafening. He held a hand against his eyes as light flooded from above. In the short time that he was blinded a hand managed to grab the cage from a hook at the top and Virgil was brought into the chilly open air. While a break from the stale air inside the box was nice, he’d gladly go back to it in a heartbeat when he saw what was awaiting him outside.
There were tables full of masked humans, each dressed in extravagant clothing that would make them look regal if not for the eery dim lighting and silence that blanketed the audience. Many pulled out some type of binocular for a closer look… at him.
In fact, each one had their beady eyes fixed on Virgil.
Even with the suit Virgil felt as if he were naked. Undressed and dissected by a million greedy scalpels. He bared his teeth and a few of the vulture-like socialites in the front murmured about his pointed canines.
Virgil adjusted his footing as the cage was set down on a black pedestal by the sunglasses wearing giant carrying him. A huge black box was placed in front of him. Virgil might have recognized it as a camera if not for the fear clawing inside his head. Its strange glass eye gaped at him, a red light blinked on at the top of the box. More light flared on above him, and Virgil looked back to see three planet sized TV screens displaying him off like taunting mirrors. The bright gold of his ornate cage glimmered and contrasted with his crisp black suit.
He growled with his teeth bared. The audience gasped and murmured as the screens mimicked him on an exponential scale. Seeing this as the morbidly wonderful opportunity it was, Virgil turned to the camera. And promptly, he flipped everyone watching the bird. Several gasps and louder murmurs came from the crowd. Some even half laughed at his audacity.
Thwak. Virgil jumped as a human hit his cage, hard. As soon as he recovered from slamming into the bars in front of him Virgil whipped back and glared up at the stoic, black suited giant. He could see himself reflected in the black shades they wore. Virgil tried to keep his callous composure. But seeing his reflection hit him hard. He looked so small. Weak. Helpless… He had to look away.
Virgil backed up from the lens as much as he could, he only succeeded in getting an inch away before he was stopped by the bars behind him. He hugged himself and tried to hide away from the nightmarish camera lens.
Thwak. The guard flicked his back against the cage. Virgil was sent forward, air knocked out of him as he hit the cold metal floor. He pushed himself to his feet and shot a scathing glare at the guard in anger.
The guard didn't even glance down. The borrower glared back at the crowd.
Virgil couldn’t do anything to stop this. To stop them. He didn’t even know who they were. Or what they wanted for that matter. For all Virgil knew he could be killed at any moment for this audiences’ amusement. Unfortunately his questions were soon answered.
“Item number 27. A male of an extremely rare species with unknown origin. Responds to a given name and a perfect pet for someone looking for something no one else will have. An ideal specimen for any collection.” A monotone voice sounded out from behind Virgil. The guard had been replaced by a gaudy looking man with a gothic black mask consuming the upper half of his face. The suit was tailored to his grossly thin body and it gave him a ghastly appearance that suited his beady, dead stare. Virgil’s hands went white knuckled at his sides as he processed what the man was saying. Item, given name, pet, specimen, collection?
He was for sale.
Virgil’s eyes burned and his fingers dug at his already bruising sides. But he would not cry. They already had his body, there was no way he’d give them the satisfaction of watching him break. Not here, not now, not ever.
“Starting bid is quarter million.” The crowd shifted to raise their hands to bid. The lanky man listed increasingly incredulous amounts of money, greedily coaxing the captivated audience into raising the number. “800, can I get an 950? 1 mill?” Virgil closed his eyes and tried to drown out the growing din of the crowd, his chest drew each breath shakily and unevenly. “1.4? 1.4!” He bit down on his lip with his fangs. Something wet filled his mouth and some part of him registered the tang of blood. But he couldn't move.
“1.8 million! Anyone going for 2 million? You sir! 2 million! Going once!”
Virgil clamped his hands over his ears as the entire room grew in volume.
“Going Twice!”
Virgil wished the earth would just open up and swallow him whole.
“SOLD! To the gentleman with the red mask!” The auctioneer’s face split into a nightmarish facsimile of a smile.
In less than 60 seconds, Virgil was bought.
The first guard with sunglasses reappeared and plucked the cage up off the podium, disinterestedly putting it back into its place in the black box. Virgil hissed and growled at the careless handling, not stopping until the lid was replaced completely. Stifling dark blanketed him once again.
Virgil gave up then, blocking out all of the outside world from his thoughts. Collapsing against the bars, he let his tears drip silently. He numbly pulled at the suit’s cheap cuffs. Eventually, despite fighting it, a dreamless sleep claimed the exhausted borrower.
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I have a whole AU for this, involving eventual Prinxiety and other sides as humans. I don't know if the prinxiety will end up romantic or platonic.
Basically Roman is a privileged jerk that gets stuck taking care of Virgil as a pet. Virgil is done with his shit TM. I plan for Roman to come around eventually but he's mostly going to be a dick/careless tiny owner. Lots of angst and fearplay. (Borrowers aren't general knowledge in the au) Feel free to send in asks about this au.
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