#code realize carnis

[twincest-ship-of-the-day]

The Twincest Ship of the Day is:

Finis & Cardia Beckford from Code: Realize!

[sualne]

carnis au accidental [???] but i was thinking about mimic luffy wanting to get closer and closer to law, and i'd been thinking since i've made the au about how he'd want to see law's scars (already various scenes on how it could happen, written notes and all, don't know which to pick), and then the fact that he knows there's something carnis still in him.

so i was thinking of another scene where he's inspecting the scars on his face and they both very close but it's not the scars he's really looking at, he's searching for that carnis leftover and says maybe mostly to himself "It's still inside you. That's just so unfair. Why, just why couldn't it have been me?"

And jokingly is thought: This is it folks, I broke the code, this is about bottom dysphoria!

But then! I thought again, the au is about feeling otherized, isolated and monstrous and wrong. i've already strongly considered the idea of luffy's death as a suicide metaphor. the mimic has been thinking about socially detransitioning because it keeps getting accosted by creeps and assholes and knows that luffy would've fought back most of the time but also knows it's much stronger now and doesn't want to get caught, he needs to lays low, it doesn't want to cause a scene, it has to go stealth.

law hates the idea because it's not enough that it killed luffy now it has to just go and erase that important part of him of as well but the mimic insist, he's still a man, he'll just fake being a girl to make it easier. but law doesn't understand because to him the mimic is faking being a man, it's faking being a person, it's faking being luffy.

the reason the mimic wants to lay low is because it doesn't want to get caught so it can stay with law and study him, understand him. law doesn't knows that, he's too freaked out by the fact that's it's a mimic! that it killed luffy and might possibly want to kill him too! but the mimic feels a kind of kinship with law because of that remaining carnis in him.

remains he got from nearly dying, from losing his family, from an attack to another carnis. and i thought, law is meant to be reminiscent of mimics. he had to regrow his face, he's (as always) autistic and doesn't always act as expected, he's also paranoid even when he happens to be right, he's traumatized to the point of psychosis, the encounter changed him. it was meant as a parallel to how ppl like to think murderers&co are all mentally ill because they can't possibly be Normal Like Them, they must be different, they must not be human, they're obviously monsters. but those victims, those who get to survive, the trauma change them, they can acquire all sort of neurodivergences, and when those same Normal People learn that a person has some kind of The Scary Disorder they think "Oh, you're a monster too! You'll (inevitably) hurt someone!" which lead back to being otherized ect.

there's also something about how law didn't just get scars from his near death experience but also what's essentially a disease.

and then back to the mimic, who recognize itself in him, in that disease, but it isn't quite right, it's not enough and it's also nothing alike at all and also he's kind of jealous? it makes no sense to the mimic itself but he can't stop thinking about law either.

it's also how a monster that's linked to what is theorized to be something close to a hivemind accidentally developing a sense of identity and facing some sort of existential crisis over the fact that it can't ever escape it's monstrous nature and doesn't want to either. and that sound like, very much like being trans and cracking your egg and realizing you're fucked cause that sure is knowledge to have about oneself and also it's in the fictional 90s of a op carnis au so good luck with that.

anyway that's a lot of words and im not sure how to phrase the rest it's just, this was supposed to be a casual au where i went "OHOHO look at the Tragedy" but i thought about it too long and now i feel like i've ended up with a millefeuilles of overlaying themes and im, i means sure. can't draw All that tho so what now.

[gigglylover1]

Hooray this is one of the first complete drawings I made with my new tablet :D

(click to see the full image)

I made ocs from each of these four analog horror and yep I added their own quotes aka last words before they you know what :)

(every analog horror except for GHE are the ones that I know the lore/monsters the most-) (I still have to watch all the vita carnis and GHE videos to completely understand-)

Also when I typed back the morse code I realized some places I put the . and - too close to each other so I made a qr code (i aM VeRY HELpfUl-) for it to be easier-

(IT TOOK THREE TRIES FOR ME TO GET THE MORSE CODE FROM THE QR CODE-)

I was lazy to put in the background for Mally and Grace because- for Mally I got lazy and Grace I have no idea-

I might add lore for these ocs/personas (?) but for now just testing my skills on a drawing tablet and a computer drawing software :>

[ghostlilacss]

Just realized that I've never posted an intro on here before,.

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. .┊❥{name] Max / Eos

. .┊୨ৎ<age] Eighteen

. .┊°୭̥ ×pronouns] She/Him/They

. .┊ᩍ(sexuality] asexual lesbian

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. .┊ྀི𓈒 ݁!Dislikes]

politicians, GTA / COD players (srry yall piss me off), anti lgbtqa, GORE. (Please don't send me gore. You will be blocked) Spammers, rude people, AI. I HATE AI. IF YOU SUPPORT AI GET OFF MY PAGE, clop enjoyerz.. anti agere, petre, anti therian or people who sexualize it. Such as DDLG, MDLG, ABDL, or AGEPLAY.

Blogs associated with these things or kink blogs in general DNI.

. .┊ᩍ/Intrests-Fandoms im in]

{Anything abt Space, Galaxies, Universes, Aliens, paranormal activity, conspiracy theories, Mythical creatures, Murder mystery, Anything Apocalyptic, PLUSHIES!!, Dark lotus (i like all the memeberz :3) Dr steel, photography, painting, JELLYFISHH <33}

(Invader zim - OMORI - Clerks - Sonic - Warrior cats - - Hetalia - Diabolik lovers - Needy streamer overload! - Evangelion - My little pony - Kamisama kiss - South Park - Talking Kitty Cat - Mad Max - Johnny the homicidal maniac - Creepypasta - Madoka Magica! - Ren and Stimpy - Archer - Wii deleted you - Slime Rancher - Onigiri game - Zoophobia - Hazbin hotel - Helluva boss - The walking dead - I, Zombie - Cry of fear - Soul eater - Pokemon - Animal crossing - Ponytown - Popee the performer - Dramatical murder - Vocaloid - Bojack horseman - Little Nightmares - Code Vein - Vita Carnis - Fantastic mr. fox - Strangled red - Kuroshitsuji - Life is strange<3)

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| #1 Alien dog space scientist!! Hihii! My name is Max, but I go by Eos too! Im an Omori, and Alois Trancy IRL! I like to make Moodboards and I'm extremely anti-social, but I'm trying to open up more! So please don't be upset if I don't reply to messages or anything for a couple of days, I promise im nice, tho! Im also a part of the Therian, Agere, and Petre community, so if that makes you uncomfy or angry, please just dont interact with me! Ty. I also like cooking and painting! im a better chef than Gordon frfr. Also, i am an ADULT!. SFW CONTENT ON MY BLOG ONLY. IF YOU MAKE NSFW CONTENT DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL. |

( Also, my favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip, and I require to know yours before you speak to me :3 not seriously, but you can tell a lot about someone from their fav icecream.. so I wouldn't mind knowing!!+< )

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[astramachina]

I'm curious about our current fascination with mimics and what it has to say about our current fears. Like how trends in horror tend to reflect current societal fears (ex. "the virgin lives" during the AIDS crisis, "you're telling me a queer coded this villain" etc.).

The first time I watched Annihilation, I had put it on the TV while I cleaned the tiny studio I was living in. The bear scene unsettled me, sure, but I have a distinct memory of stopping what I was doing the moment The Alien came on screen. I sat on the edge of my coffee table and had to remind myself to breathe during that entire 10-minute-long sequence because I could feel at least five new fears unlocking in real time. The uncanny movements that perfectly mirrored Lena as it slowly morphed to look like her, her inability to break the mimicry until she decided to risk her own life. I quickly went from "I fear just about nothing in horror" to "well this one scene in a sci-fi flick really fucked me up".

Fast-forward a few years and now we have a boom of internet-based indie horror. The Mandela Catalogue is all about something, demonic or alien or both, taking over and mimicking us and the ones we love for some motive we can't even begin to comprehend. In Vita Carnis there's a subspecies called "mimic" that badly shapes itself into human form in order to violently eat people. Now, even FNAF has shifted gears, where the big bad was a very human serial killer and now it's all about an "AI program" (to oversimplify an unnecessarily complicated plot point) called "the mimic" who, you guessed it, mimics in order to lure.

Someone (I cannot for the life of me remember who it was) said that this might relate to the overbearing presence of social media and its effect on people's psyche, and while I partially agree, there's also a part of me that wants to say this is simply continuing the longstanding tradition of "the queer as the evil". A continuation of the panic that the queers are among us, and not only that, but they're completely indistinguishable from "the rest of us".

What's really scratching at my brain here is this: if the aforementioned point is true, what's that say about me, a queer who knows they've been queer since forever, being unsettled by this trope? And does it have anything to do with the fact that, when The Alien first went from a nothing blob to taking on the form of a human woman, happened to coincide with the countdown to my realization I wasn't cis.

[whoa-its-a-journal]

Journal 3′s “Bill’s Notes” Deciphered

In Journal 3, Bill uses a unique cipher (just a simple substitution “A=_” code) throughout. There’s a key in the book itself made by Stanford after he realizes that Bill has been the one writing them. 

Using the key, I’ve had a lot of fun deciphering Bill’s messages. Note that I don’t have the special blacklight version, so there may be some extra in it that I can’t decipher.

I’m sure someone’s already done this, but I wanted to try my hand.

Here’s what I’ve been able to decipher. I’ll include the page they’re on and what they say, starting from the beginning. Apostrophes will be added to make some things easier to read, but they do not appear in the original messages. Other punctuation will be omitted, so brace yourselves for run on sentences.

Page: Wolf doodles at the top and mountain drawing at the bottom Message: I’ve been inside your mind Sixer I know your secrets

Page: GNOMES Message: They’re too dumb to possess I’ve tried

Page: Myself Message: Birthday June fifteenth - Deathday sooner than you think Message 2 (on adjacent page): Little Cathy what a dream held her hand and made her scream

Page: The Bottomless Pit Message: Some of this junk ended {continued on adjacent page} up in my dimension

Page: A Bit of History Message: Asked shaman to build first portal big mistake the thing was made out of twigs guy lit himself on fire to try to end my reign drama queen

Page: The Great Secret of the Great Flood Message: Don’t care for Preston’s face might fix it one day

Page: “Fig A” of portal, following the “My Muse Has Spoken” pages Message: I’ll get this puppy up and running one day and neither time baby nor the big frilly know it all will stop me

Page: July 29th Message: One peek into my dimension and this bumpkin lost his weak little mind all he saw was me removing my exoskeleton to feed if you cant take the heat get out of the kitchen jack

Page: CODES Message: The time you’re wasting delights me (Fuck you Bill and/or Alex Hirsch, I’m enjoying this so it ISN’T a waste of time!)

Page: After “The Carny” and before “Squash with Human Face and Emotions” Message: Never trust a witch they’ll curse your ear and turn you into an immortal goat so I hear

Page: 3rd page after “The Encounter” Message: Thanks for letting me borrow your body Sixer enjoy the mystery bruises

Page: “I fell asleep on my cot only to awake sitting at my desk staring at the strange symbols inscribed below.” Message 1: You snooze you loose pal don’t you understand I’m only trying to free your dimension Message 2: I ask you why should they only move forward why must cause precede effect who voted on the laws of physics Message 3: Rules are perversion against all will that’s why I’m about to rewrite the whole system buddy and no one is going to stop me

That’s all I can find from Bill (in his cipher, at least!)

I’ll make posts deciphering the others another time. I still need to actually sit down and read the book lmao

[ July 17th 2022 ]

[youandthemountains]

#5, 2, 10, 17, 20

2. what fandoms were apart of that you aren’t any longer?

I don’t flounce out as much as fandoms just die out or I get fixated on something new SO i’m using this as an excuse for a chronological fandom history. how many people will hate me when I’m done, let’s find out.

LISTEN this is possible the most annoying post I’ve ever created but was also very fun so I’m answering the rest of these in a separate post bc it got too long already.

but, you all should feel free to ask me if I was ever in one of your fandoms because at this rate signs point to yes.

Bandom is I think what I first found fic for. look, i KNOW. i KNOW. i was a child. specifically I remember reading stuff for The Libertines (I KNOWWW leave me alone. I am aware. There were some really good writers for it, everyone was doing it, idk man). and god REALLY early on, like what, early middle school? I remember a lot of those pop-emo bandom fics particularly. jesus this is embarrassing. but ry*n r*ss / br*nd*n ur*e fic. I’m sure there were others but let’s move on before the cringe incapacitates me.

House/Wilson on LJ babeyyy. Where I was introduced to hurt/comfort. Fun times. Related, Sherlock Holmes. Inescapable. All versions.

pre-MCU Marvel - fully comics based. X-Men had the best fics. I remember loving in particular - Peter Parker/Johnny Storm, anything with Jubilee, I personally shipped Shadowcat/Jean Grey before I knew what shipping or the internet or fandom was, I loved Gambit/Wolverine and I remember some really good Gambit/Nightcrawler fics. Lot of discourse on the nature of being monstrous in those that was interesting. I would read Hawkeye and anyone because he had good and totally different dynamics with so many different characters but I did have a soft spot for Clint/Bucky, Clint/Sam, and Clintasha. oh I was also into Bucky/Natasha because I did really love comics Black Widow. the less popular ones that i loved were - Sunspot/Cannonball, SamBucky, Jessica JSilk/Black Cat, MJ/Gwen Stacy, Peter/Harry Osborn, Sam/Bucky,  Elektra/Natasha, Foggy/Matt, Kate Bishop/America Chavez, Daredevil/Black Panther, the Heroes for Hire polycule, god I think Angel/Quicksilver purely bc of Marvel 1602, honestly there were a lot. This would need it’s own post because comics are a bunch of attractive people with interesting dynamics and plenty of What If? opportunities.  

Speak of comics, I was also into DC - Superbat, Booster Gold/Blue Beetle, Kaldur’ahm/Superboy (literally no one was into this besides me lmfao), was and am a huge Batfam fan, I am 100% a Damian Wayne apologist, oh was and tbh still kind of am really into Dick Grayson/Clint Barton fic. Yes I realize that’s insane but idk love the concept of carnies in love. Wonder Woman/Meera, Constantine/Zatanna, Zatanna/Wonder Woman, Constantine/King Shark now of course, Harley/Ivy, Harley/Ivy/Selina, Kate Kane/Renee Montoya, Constatine/Dream, Vi you turned me on to au teen girl Chastantine and I love that. Again, I’m sure there are more.

The Social Network also on LJ babeyyy. Of course Markwardo, but there were some great writers that made a really compelling case for Sean/Eduardo.

Heroes - specifically Matthinder which was ICONIC and still deserves so much more attention. They RAISED A CHILD TOGETHER. Honestly I was into Mohinder/anyone though.

MI-5 which was me and like 4 other people. Adam/Zaf is still my all time favorite ship that has zero engagement whatsoever. I know in my heart that Zaf faked his death and met up with Adam who let him retire with him in secret and safety. For something even more obscure that I care about way too much - Vik/Jez endgame and Vik/Rob as friends with benefits from Spooks: Code 9. I have a very detailed story in my head about them but maybe 7 people total watched that show before it was cancelled. Rob is probably the most villainous character that I’m into. 

Torchwood - yes Janto, also Owen/Ianto again purely because there were some really good writers for it.

If we’re getting into my obscure fandom phase - Primeval: New World. Mac/Evan and Mac/Connor. I could talk about this forever, I think it’s such a fascinating and tragic story but I won’t because no one will have any idea wtf I’m talking about 

Of course Doctor Who. Come on man. I was a sucker for Nine/Rose, Nine/Jack, Eleven/Rory/Amy, and Amy/Rory. Martha was my favorite companion but I didn’t really like Ten and he was a dick to her. 

Dear White People -  Sam/Coco, Sam/Jo, Troy/Lionel, Jo/Reggie, Reggie/Lionel (did this make sense? no. did I think it’d be hot? yeah.) GOD LIONEL/SILVIO UNTIL SILVIO WAS EVIL. 

Xena and Gabrielle/Xena

White Collar - Neal/Peter & Neal/Burkes

The Get Down - Shao/Zeke, Pretty Dizzee D/Thor, god these kids!!! 

MASH - Hawkeye/BJ

HP but literally the tiniest corner of it, had a mild interest in Ron/Draco & Ron/Harry so I barely checked it out bc that was pretty niche

the Gene Wilder multiverse. oh also the Gene Kelly multiverse. both the Genes always give themselves a boyfriend and a girlfriend that are gorgeous and hilarious.

I still haven’t seen Jurassic Park III but I think Billy/Dr. Grant are in love

Indiana Jones - I read. Every single one of the novels. I watched Young Indiana Jones. I adored him. 

The Flash TV - this one I did actually leave. I was in it for Cisco, Wally, and Iris. I think Iris/Barry are sweet, and I also liked Cisco/Barry, Cisco/Wally, and Iris/Cisco. I just lost interest in the show. 

Legends of Tomorrow - Sara/all her girlfriends throughout time

Dragon Age - yeah I love Anders/Fenris & Dorian/Iron Bull. I think Cullen/Dorian has the occasional good fic but it’s definitely hit or miss. 

Star Wars - oh star war. how do i hate thee. let me recount the ways. No I still love Hanleia, Landoleia, Han/Lando, Hanluke, Leia/Mara Jade, Mara Jade/Arden Lyn, Luke/Mara Jade, FinnPoe (My LOVES), uhhh that’s it. I do also love Black Squadron and Rapier Squadron. Jess/Kare Kun was underrated although Kare/Snap is also fun. I saw Rose/Kaydel Ko and that was real galaxy brained.

Mad Men - I really did love Don & Betty’s dynamic post-divorce. Also him and Peggy - not romantically at all but just something cold and sharp.

Firefly - Mal/Simon, and Kay/Inara. I’d read Jayne/Simon bc there was more of it but it was not my fave at all

Community - Trobed my beloved

GLOW - everyone on this show had a great dynamic AND i love my brown lesbians <33

Game of Thrones - but I never got past the first book so. Theon/Robb and Theon/Jon, Sansa/Marjorie Tyrell, I do like the occasional Theon/Sansa

The Exorcist (TV) - Tomas/Marcus was SO good man. 

Glee - Brittana supremacy, Finn/Kurt was nice at first, and weirdly so was Puck/Kurt when written in a very specific way. 

Shadowhunters - listen I’ve only seen like 3 episodes of this but I like the fandom and Magnus/Alec are gorgeous

Rogue One - Bodhi/Cassian my beloved. Also love your Kes/Cassian stuff

MCU - listen I do still maintain ca:tws was a samsteve meetcute. 

United States of Tara - this was just a great show

okay have I alienated everyone yet. I’m sure there are more but this has been a LOT already.

[thewritingdungeon]

Discordancy #1

SUMMARY: Hawkeye has a long and varied past. He’s been a carnie, a spy, a superhero, even a brainwashed soldier. He also was, no matter how much he hates to admit it, an ex-criminal. It’s a part of his past he moved on from long ago and hoped he could just forget ever happened. But when an old associate contacts him for help, Clint is reminded that not everything he had so desperately tried to leave behind was something bad.

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Clint Barton/OFC

WORD COUNT: 2,590

WARNINGS: heavy petting

"I can't believe that worked, you beautiful bastard!" Eris cries out, draping herself in the passenger seat. "That was such a rush, I could kiss you right now!"

Clint gives an easy smile in response, leaning back now that he has the luxury of driving slower. "By all means, don't fight it if you—"

The rest of his words are lost as his face is abruptly turned and his mouth covered by soft lips pressing eagerly against his. His lips part in silent surprise, and Eris takes the opportunity to dart her tongue in to swipe against his, bringing with it a taste of smoke and cinnamon he somehow finds intoxicating. But before he can register her actions enough to kiss back, Eris is pulling away, a grin on her lips and fire in her eyes.

He should have known right then and there that she'd be trouble for him.

Clint shook the memory off as he looked up at the nondescript hotel looming above him then back down at the text that had made its way onto his phone.

Hey Francis,

Long time, no chat! Just thought I'd see how you've been doing. How's the wife? Everest is lonely without your jokes, but I'm still climbing it!

-X

It was a code he hadn't seen in a long time. Her code. She had even signed it with her usual kiss.

'Need help Ronin. Meet at hotel.'

He never thought he'd step foot back in such a place after SHIELD took him in—never thought he'd be allowed to step foot back in—but he could already feel that warm familiarity slip over him like a well-worn jacket as he stepped into the polished lobby, old habits making their way back into his gait.

"Good evening, Ronin," The Concierge warmly greeted. "It has been quite the long time since we have seen you around here. We are pleased to see you make use of our services once again."

"Evening, sir. It's, uh," Clint huffed out in incredulity, and the man's smile only grew more smug, "it sure is interesting to be back."

"And how may we help you this evening?"

Clint scratched at his chin. "Ah, I'm here to find an old friend, actually." He held up his hands in a gesture of good will at the sharp look in The Concierge's eye. "Don't you worry, I know the rules. Just looking for a drink and a chat, I swear."

The Concierge hummed noncommittally, flipping through his ledger. "Well, you're in luck that a room has already been reserved in your name, though payment will still be required." There was a slap of folded notes on the marble surface, but the man made no acknowledgement. "And you have a booth reserved in the lounge for midnight. We trust you can find your way there?"

"Mm, yeah. Thanks, man."

Clint made to take the offered room key, and was given one last unsettling smile by The Concierge. "Welcome back to Hotel Soteria, Ronin. Do let us know if you find yourself in need of any assistance."

The lounge was dim, lit sporadically with shifting colored lights meant to distract and obfuscate. There was no host to tell him which booth he was intended for, but a familiar shine of icy waves flashed through the milling crowd and gave Clint his answer. Taking quick steps forward, he left himself with no time to second guess his actions as he slid into the booth.

"You changed your hair."

He drank in the sight of the woman before him, trying his damnedest not to let the spark of familiarity burn into something more illicit. Where before had been wild white locks in a disheveled undercut, bold makeup and piercings, and a 'fuck you' attitude so common amongst rebellious youth, now stood messy silver-white waves cut sharp, with subtlety and daring balanced out in what combined into an impossibly alluring form.

And yet it was still that avid, easy grin tugging at dark, painted lips that met his words and stole his attention. "Aren't men your age supposed to start a flirtation with 'what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?' If you're not careful, I might start thinking you didn't miss me, Ronin."

Clint couldn't help but snort and roll his eyes at her greeting, "You got rid of the lip ring too."

"Aw, sad that it's gone?"

"Shouldn't you be flirting with people your own age?"

That pulled a sharp laugh from the woman, "Where would be the fun in that?"

Clint sighed; he had forgotten how...whimsical Eris could be. It was a fun trait to be around in the past, but the world had made him weary, jaded. There was no real place for exuberance in a spy's life. He didn't know how to deal with it anymore. "Get to the point, Eris. Why did you bring me here?"

A slow smile spread across her face, and Eris leaned forward, voice a husky whisper, "I've got something I think you'll really want to get a hold of."

Clint had been so wrapped up in not staring at her that he didn't quite grasp what Eris had intended when she told him she had something for him. It wasn't until he felt the heat of her slide onto his lap to straddle him that Clint realized the trouble he was in.

Rough, half-gloved hands cupped his face as Eris leaned down to press an eager kiss to his lips. His mind went blank, arousal and habit taking over to urge his mouth to move against hers. He dragged her closer by her hips, earning him a gasp that let him slip his tongue inside to explore her mouth. Clint smirked into the kiss; it was rare he was able to surprise the chaotic woman.

He buried a hand into her hair, letting him control their movements and deepen the kiss as Eris's touch burned a trail down his chest. His advantage was quickly lost, however, when she dipped a hand into the waistband of both his jeans and underwear, careful to keep away from where he suddenly found himself wanting her touch the most. A ragged moan escaped Clint from the combination of that teasing brush and the harsh bite to his lower lip.

"I'll wait up for you," she whispered, placing another short peck against his swollen lips.

And then the warmth of her body was gone. Clint blinked as he tried to understand what had just happened, but Eris had already disappeared.

"Damn girl's trying to give me a heart attack with her games, I swear," he groaned. "Can't she just leave an old man alone?"

Taking a moment to adjust himself, Clint palmed the flash drive Eris had slipped into his pants, moving it to a more secure location with the sly tricks years spent in the circus had taught him. He tipped back his beer and waited, looking as much like a man who had just been teased as any around him. All he needed to do was keep blending in a little bit more; then, he could escape to his room and see what the job was that awaited him.

Clint locked the door of his hotel room, slumping forward to lean his head against the polished wood with a frustrated groan. Why, of all the people he had teamed up with in his past, did it have to have been Eris that made contact with him again?

He thought back to all the jobs they had pulled off together. The bright, brilliant, chaotic demolitions prodigy who lived up to her alias was a surprising complement to his pinpoint efficiency as a marksman and hired sword. She was an explosion unto herself, and at only age 18, she truly had been a force to be reckoned with. So why she had taken after that first heist to teasing and flirting with a man over ten years her senior, Clint would never understand.

His mind brought up flashes of moments witnessed firsthand of how she liked to play with those who caught her interest like toys, and when she was done she'd leave them behind just as easily as one. It was all a game in her mind. Which made it all the more frustrating for Clint. As much as he hated to admit it, he was drawn to Eris, but he refused to play her games and be another crushed pawn. The age gap didn't help matters either. God, every time he thought about her made him feel like a dirty, old man. It was even worse now that he actually was a dirty, old man.

"A gorgeous woman is waiting for you on your bed, and you choose getting personal with a door instead?" He heard an undignified snort from behind him. "You're a better gentleman than me, Ronin."

Clint sighed. He wasn't surprised by her presence in his room: she hadn't given him a room number to meet him at, after all. He turned and made his way to the encrypted computer that came with every guest room in the hotel, ignoring Eris as she swung her legs back and forth off the side of the single bed. "That's because you are neither gentle nor a man," he remarked tersely, settling into the leather chair. "I don't see why you had to go and grope me to slip me the damn thing if you were just gonna meet me in the room anyway."

"Cuz then I wouldn't have had an excuse to kiss you!" Came Eris's cheerful response."

Yeah, yeah. This USB of yours got extra encryption already on it?"

"It's safe."

"All right, let's see what problems you're dragging me into now." He plugged in the drive and immediately a single folder popped up:

Project Shadrak.

Clint clicked through the folder, and dozens of files appeared on the screen, each one detailing a job right down to grainy, camera-feed clips of the woman in question. "Eris, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Silence hung heavy in the air for a single moment.

"…A week and a half ago, I found a bug in my apartment," she began from behind him, voice quiet. "I sweep the place regularly, so I don't know how long it had been there, but I could've sworn it couldn't have been for long. Then a few days later, an unmarked envelope was left inside my door, lock still secure. It contained that flash drive and details on every job I've ever pulled since joining the Underground."

He spun the chair to face her, eyes hard at the implication of her words. "Why didn't you have someone trace the data? Why not check your security system feeds? What the hell am I supposed to do? I'm a hired gun, Eris, not a hacker. And I'm not even that anymore."

"I tried!" She bit out in frustration. "Once any hacker saw the flash drive's encryption, they refused to help me. Wouldn't even tell me why!"

"And what exactly do you think involving me is going to help with?"

"Don't you get it?!" Clint faltered at the distress in her voice and watched as she gripped at the roots of her hair and tugged on the strands. "They have data on every. single. job. I've done! That means they have this information on you too! You're in danger, Francis!"

Her voice broke on his false name, and Clint felt his ingrained defensiveness crack at the sound. "What about other partners you've had; have you warned them too?"

He had thought by now nothing Eris could do nothing to surprise him anymore. But then, she shifted her gaze from his, looking awkward as she muttered, "I haven't had any other partners on jobs..."

Clint blinked, “What?”

“Look, I-I don’t— I just— Before you agreed to work with me, no one wanted to work with a technical teenager, all right?” Eris crossed her arms. “After the Italy job and the banker, I got a reputation for being difficult to work with. I don’t—” she cut herself off with a petulant huff, still refusing to meet his eyes. “I just don’t really play well with others, okay? It’s usually better for everyone if I’m hired for design work or solo jobs.”

“You worked with me just fine,” he pointed out.

Eris threw her hands up in the air, exasperation weaving its way through her words, “Yeah, and I got known for that too! You were known as the only one who could ‘handle’ me, as one employer put it. Did no one ever bring it up to you?”

“Honestly, I never really thought about it,” Clint admitted. “Usually was too busy thinking about the shit coffee they always gave us.”

“Yeah, well, it was said to me enough times. So there’s no one else to warn, you happy?”

Eris was dangerously close to pouting, and it made it difficult to keep the serious expression on his face that the situation called for. “Fine, I’ll help you find out who’s after you so that both our backs are in the clear. But after that you’re on your own, Eris. I can’t be seen back in this life.”

“Thank you, Ronin,” she breathed. The next instant, Clint found himself in a crushing hug.

“Oof. Er, I can’t help if you break me, all right? Jeez, I forgot how freakishly strong you are.” Clint rubbed his back as Eris stepped away and sighed. “We’ll head out around noon tomorrow to speak to the last hacker you brought the stick to. For now, get the hell out of my room and get some rest, okay?”

[cdelphiki]

Have you ever read All Star Batman and Robin? Everyone is *horrifically* ooc, but it’s an elseworld (Earth-31) and is interesting fodder, so... what if somehow the main timeline Batfam discover how Earth-31!Dick is getting horrifically abused- when Dick’s desperately repeating “rube”, a code word used by carnies to alert others to the fact that they’re in danger, or have him just casually mention being starved and locked in the Batcave, thinking it normal Batman and Robin stuff, or something?

I haven’t read it in its entirety, no.  I’ve seen a summary and some panels from it, and based on that decided to give it a hard pass.  Just the entire idea of Batman flat up kidnapping Dick Grayson and holding him hostage so he could be Robin makes me ill.  And, actually, there’s this little bookstore nearby thats closing cause the owner is retiring, and she had a volume of it and I passed right over it, even though it was like 70% off.   😆

That actually is a super interesting fic idea!  I know one of my favorite fics deals with Dick Grayson going to like a mirror-verse where Bruce is a awful human being and Dick Grayson there ended up turning evil, too, after all the mistreatment.  Mistreating his brothers and such, and it’s about Good Guy Dick working to save both his actual brothers and then the alternate universe brothers who are still kids and victims of Evil Bruce and Dick.  But it’s incomplete and has been for a super long time.  

The Birds Who Smile is the only fic I can think of (another favorite of mine!) that’s not abandoned and is actually currently at a happy stopping point (it is on hiatus), that is anything similar.  That’s where Good-Bruce takes the robins from one of the messed up universes and helping them through their trauma and helping them recover.  

But I would LOVE to read a fic specifically where the batfam from a good universe stumbled upon Earth-31 Dick Grayson and rescued him.  

And yes! Tim would probably despise Batman because I’m sure his little detective mind would have led him to realize how F’ed up that world Batman is, and he might even actively work against Batman to stop him! (while still remaining on the side of Good.  Maybe go to the other heroes or something.) 

[avengerscompound]

The Facts

The Facts: A Clintasha Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count:  2531

Warnings:  Smut (Bi MFF threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, face sitting), Superpowered reader)

Synopsis:   There has been a lot of terrible things that Natasha, Bucky, and Clint have had to endure, but they’ve all lead here.

The Facts

It was a fact that you were a super.  Even if they didn’t believe it.  Even if really you were kind of useless on combat missions and your spy work was substandard, you still were.  In fact, the gift you had was actually pretty cool, even though everyone thought you were lying and just had studied a lot or something.  The thing was; you could understand any language.  It only took you hearing each word used once and you could speak it fluently too.  By any language, it meant any too.  From obscure dialects only spoken by a handful of people to computer code, you even understood every single ‘I am Groot’ that Groot uttered.

So when Clint Barton tried to catch you out by signing to Natasha Romanoff all the things he wanted to do to you.  You watched him glowering until you understood enough ASL to sign back ‘Are you planning to talk about it or do it?’

It was also a fact that Clint Barton was a massive dork.  Completely incorrigible.  Just full of puns and quick comebacks.  Teasing you constantly.  Putting you into headlocks and ruffling your hair.  A surly dork at times.  But a dork nonetheless.  You kind of might be falling for him pretty hard.  Which sucked.  Despite how much you liked the giant idiot.  Maybe because of how much you liked him.  He had huge commitment issues, and that was just for a start.

It was a fact that in contrast, Natasha Romanoff was the coolest person you knew.  She just knew how to act in every situation.  Nothing ruffled her.  She was quick to come back with a smart ass reply to Clint and Tony.  She knew to be quiet and kind with Bucky and Bruce.  She had advice to give Steve.  And with you… well with you she was as best friend to gossip with and a complete goddess. You kind of might be falling for her pretty hard too.  Which also sucked.  She couldn’t be tied down by one person, and that was just for a start.

Because it was also a fact that Clint and Natasha had something going on with each other.  Everyone knew it.  The only people who didn’t seem to know it was Clint and Natasha.  They thought they were so smooth too.  Always leaving to go to bed ten minutes apart.  Never standing too close in public.  They were ridiculous.  Which was really the main reason why falling for either of them was a mistake.

It was also a fact that whatever was going on with Clint and Natasha was open.  They sometimes came home with other people.  So that time you and Clint got drunk and ended up fucking in the armory after he tried to prove to you that he was still a crack shot even completely smashed didn’t make you feel particularly guilty.  Nor did it the several time since then when Natasha was away on a mission and he’d come into your room and ask you if you were doing anything and you answered ‘You.’

You also didn’t feel guilty about that time when you and Natasha were in her room watching terrible soap operas and she complained about missing eating vagina and you’d looked down at your lap and back at her and then spent the next couple of hours taking turns going down on each other.   Nor did you feel guilty that it became a weekly occurrence.

Of course, continuing to hook up with them when you were falling for them wasn’t what most people would consider smart.  You were very good at lying to yourself that you could handle it though.

So when there is a knock on your bedroom door and they come in holding hands it is also a fact that it feels like your heart just tried to leap out of your chest through your throat and started suffocating you.

“Hey, can we talk to you?”  Natasha asks, coming in and sitting on the end of the bed.

You nod and pull your knees up to your chest.  “What’s up, guys?”

Thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud.  That’s the sound you hear as Clint comes and sits down next to you.  Along with the ‘wah, wah, wah’ sound that the adults make in Charlie Brown movies.

It takes a little longer for your brain to catch up to the fact they are actually speaking words and not doing that thing where they start spewing gibberish to see if they can catch you up on the whole ‘superpower’ thing.

“So Clint and I have been seeing each other,”  Natasha says, rubbing her hand on Clint’s thigh.

“Really?  I had no idea.  You’re such amazing secret agents you’d covered it up seamlessly.”  You snark.

Clint puts his palms on his cheeks and drops his jaw.  “Nat!  I think she knew!”  He says matching sarcasm with sarcasm.

Natasha rolls her eyes.  “Well, anyway…”  She says, ignoring the two of you.  “As you know, Clint and I have issues.  You know… with intimacy.”

“Yeah, yeah.  Russian assassin school.  Raised by carnies.  I’m up to speed.”  You reply, giving them the finger guns.

Clint sighs like he was blissfully happy.  “Mmm… nothing I like more than having my childhood trauma reduced to ‘raised by carnies’.”

You pounce on him and start tickling his sides.  “Yeah, you hate it so much.  You only do it all the time.”

He laughs and squirms, eventually throwing you off and pinning you down.  “I’m allowed to.  You have to be sympathetic.”  He says, looking down at you.  “And don’t tickle me.”

You look up at him and frown.  “Sorry, Clint.”

He laughs and starts tickling you in return and even as you try and get away from him you keep thinking how fucked you are now that he and Natasha are about to tell you they’re going to be exclusive with each other.

When he finally lets you back up, you resume your position of legs tucked up.  “So why are you talking to me?  If you want advice about how to be in a committed relationship, I hate to tell you guys.  I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve slept with both of you on more than one occasion at overlapping times.”  You whisper the last bit of the sentence loudly like it was some kind of conspiratorial secret.

Natasha gives you a half smile.  “See, that’s the thing.  You say that, but besides Clint and I who have you been sleeping with?”

You chew on your bottom lip and don’t answer them.

“So it would be factual to say that you have been having a committed relationship to Clint and I, and we just didn’t know about it?”  Natasha asks.

You look away from her.  It feels like they’ve just come to rub it in.  That can’t be right so you try and search for another reason.  “Tash, if you’re just here to check I’m okay with you two not fucking me anymore.  It’s fine.  I was never under the delusion that either of you would end up with me.”

Clint laughs.  “That’s not what we came in here for, you dumb ass.”

You elbow him in the chest.  “Then what?  It’s great you’re dating.  Why are you here?”

“Clint and I don’t want our relationship to be open anymore.  You’re right.”  Natasha says.

You go to say something and Natasha raises her eyebrow at you.  That look alone silences you more quickly than anything else.

“I said no longer open.  I didn’t say monogamous.”  She says.

Your jaw actually drops open and Clint reaches forward and pushes is closed.  “I always wanted to do that to someone.  Thanks.”  He teases.

“So what do you say, babe?  Want to be our girlfriend?”  Natasha asks.

You look from Clint to Natasha.  Clint looks a little excitable puppy that’s really close to getting a treat.  Natasha just looks as cool as she always does.

“But if you have commitment problems aren’t you doubling your workload if there’s two of us?”  You ask both of them.

“Or are we halving it?” Clint asks.

You shake your head.  “No.  Definitely doubling.”

Natasha punches him in the leg.  “Look, we just thought maybe we’d try this out.  Neither of us has been with anyone else for months and months now.  No one except you.  It doesn’t work, well we can just dial it back to pretending we’re not in a relationship when we obviously are.  You in or out?”

You stop and think, chewing your bottom lip.  On the pros list, there’s the fact you’ve been falling deeper and deeper down the Clint and Natasha well for a year now and you’re about the have your cake and eat it.  On the cons is…  literally nothing you can think of.  All those things people would normally worry about when doing something like this, how people will treat you, public image, jealousy, family.  Those you’d already come to terms with when you agreed to the whole regular casual sex with each of them.

“In.”  You say.

Clint pulls you back into his arms and kisses you hard.  It takes you by surprise and you push back and gasp for breath.  “Clint, calm down.”

“I can’t calm down.  I get to have a threesome.”  He says, excitedly.

You laugh and shove him.  “If you’d asked before you could have had one.”

“Yeah but, we were trying to pretend we weren’t messing around with each other.”  He says gesturing to Natasha.

Natasha grabs Clint by the collar and pulls him towards her. “I’m seriously rethinking the whole arrangement.”  She says and kisses him.  You watch them as Clint completely submits to Natasha, opening his mouth just a little as she tugs on his bottom lip with her teeth.

She pulls back and turns to you smirking.  “Come here.”  She says and pulls you into a kiss over Clint’s lap.  You close your eyes and sigh as your lips caress against each other.  You feel Clint’s hand on your hip.

“Oh man, I’m like the luckiest guy in the universe.”  He says, bouncing a little in his seat.

Natasha shoves Clint and he falls backward onto the mattress and starts laughing.  You both turn on him.

“You do realize who you’re dating now though, Clint?  You are going to be exhausted all the time.”  You say, pulling his shirt up over your head.

“Yes, Clint.  You are going to have to work very, very hard to keep us happy.”  Natasha agrees as she unfastens his pants.

“Oh shit. I’ve made a terrible mistake.”   Clint says as he looks up at you both.

You and Natasha strip him of his clothes and then turn on each other.  You take turns removing each piece of clothing one by one.  Taking your time.  When Natasha pulls your shirt up off, she kisses you.  When you take hers off you nip at her earlobe.  Each piece of clothing is accompanied by a kiss or a touch.  By the time you’re both naked, you’re buzzing and Clint looks like he’s about pass out.  His cock throbs and leaks precome down his shaft.

You look down at him, eyes darkened and bend down licking up a trail of his precome as you keep your eyes on his as the salty flavor of it coats your tongue.

“Jesus Christ, woman!”  He yelps, and sits up.  You pull back and a sticky tendril forms between your tongue and his cock.  It snaps off and Clint leans in.  You part your lips ready to kiss him, but Natasha is there first.  She kisses you hungrily, pushing you back onto the mattress.  Her fingers go to your pussy, sliding up and down your folds and teasing at your clit.  She dips two of them inside of you stroking over your internal walls once before removing them.

She sucks one.  Her eyes closed making a contented humming sound and then offers her other digit to Clint.  “Would you like a taste?”

Clint makes a squeaking sound and takes Natasha’s finger in his mouth, sucking it clean.  He moans and when he lets her finger go he moves so he’s positioned between your legs.  He nuzzles at your pussy for just a second before his tongue swipes up.  You moan and arch up.  “Oh fuck.”  You groan.  “Nat.  Let me taste you.”

Natasha straddles your face.  You kiss her thighs.  Sucking hard on her muscle.  You even bite down.  Natasha chuckles.  “You’re such a bad girl.”  She says.  “If that’s how you’re going to play, you might need to be punished later.”

You whimper and you hear Clint chuckle against your pussy.  He sucks on your clit and you gasp as a jolt runs through you.  You start running your tongue up Natasha’s pussy.  The salty sweet taste of her assaults your senses.

Everything becomes overwhelming.  All your senses are getting hit in dramatic ways and you start to lose control.  Clint holds you down as he starts fucking you with his fingers.  You somehow manage to keep your focus on Natasha though.  She rolls her hips against your face.  You add your fingers to her too and it’s not long until the sound of her pleasure fills the room.

Natasha’s legs start to tremble and you put all your energy into her.  You suck her clit between your lips and flick your tongue over it as your fingers strokes over her g-spot.  She leans forward, resting on Clint’s shoulders and comes.  “Oh god.” She moans, her legs shaking.

She climbs off you and Clint sits up too.  They kiss each other and each of them makes this low hungry growl as they suck and lick each other’s lips.

“Time to multi-task, Barton,”  Natasha says and pushes him onto his back.

You straddle Clint’s hips and slowly guide his cock deep into your cunt.  You both groan and his hands go to your hips.  Natasha straddles his face and leans forward and kisses you.  You can faintly taste yourself on Natasha’s lips and it mixes with the flavor of her.  You bounce on his cock, rocking your hips.  Natasha brings her fingers to your clit and starts drawing tight circles over it with her index finger.

Everything feels fuzzy and you moan into her mouth.  Electricity runs up and down your spine.  Your orgasm crests and when it breaks you throw your head back and cry out.  Even as our orgasm still shudders through you, you continue rocking your hips.  You’re not quite sure what happens but Natasha and Clint seem to come in unison.  Clint’s hips snap up into you as he comes, his cock pulsing.  Filling you.  Natasha moans loudly and falls forward into you, her arms wrapping around your waist.

You all collapse down on your bed and just lie side by side panting.  You don’t even touch you just lie there.

“Holy shit.”  You say after a while.

Both Natasha and Clint laugh.  “Accurate,”  Natasha adds.

A smile creeps over Clint’s face.  “I can not wait to tell Stark.  His brain is going to short-circuit.”

“That is a true fact.”  You laugh.

[chizukao]

Carnis (Cardia x Finis), Code: Realize | Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit and Three Other Plays

[syllarinfirinne]

Sudden realization that the cast is playing themselves.

Liam: Scruffy kinda anti social book nerd, incredibly attached to Sam Riegel's character.

Marisha: irreverent, devil may care chick who loves to hit stuff and is fascinated with Martial Arts

Travis: buff dude who is WAY smarter and nerdier than the exterior makes you think

Tal: ostentatiously dressed former carnie with personal (but pretty good) moral code. Might be immortal.

Laura: fun and pastry loving joy of a person with an infectious smile and way.

Sam: entertainment goblin that always makes you laugh and is attached and in awe of Liam O'Brien

[kevrocksicehouse]

Nightmare Alley. 

D: Guillermo Del Toro (2021). 

The carnival that opens Nightmare Alley is the sleaziest and most second-rate imaginable or would be if Guillermo Del Toro wasn’t so enraptured with it. The pickled deformities presented as scientific wonders, the con artists working their “magic” for the rubes, a Mephistophelian carny barker (Willem Dafoe) introducing “The Geek” (“You’re in luck tonight, you will see him feed! Is he a man…or beast?”). We see them through the eyes of Stanton Carlisle (Bradley Cooper) a drifter with a hard past, as he walks through the fairground, looking for a job and an angle, but we also see it through the directors eyes as a wonderland of colored lights and trickery. Del Toro in those moments is both manipulater and mark, barker and rube.

When Carlisle leaves the carnival and, using a word code he picked up from a mind-reading act (alcoholic David Straithairn and slatternly Toni Collette) becomes “The Great Stanton” in order to fleece a wealthier, more elite class of rubes, the film becomes both darker and more conventional. It’s a remake of a 1947 classic noir, and keeps some of that genres creakier foreshadowing (when Carlisle wonders aloud how the drunks that play the Geek could sink so low it practically gives away the ending) and overpitched cynicism. When Stanton partners with a corrupt psychiatrist (Cate Blanchett) to con her rich clients by holding bogus seances and he says “I know you well. I know you’re no good and I know that ‘cause neither am I” Del Toro doesn’t scrape the mushrooms from the line. And when he realizes the truth about her (must have read the noir playbook) it’s a bit much when she turns into Ann Savage’s harpy from Detour. At it’s best Nightmare Alley is a noir fairy tale but too often we see the genre’s carny tricks.

[theshslluckster]

New Years (part one)

(Takes place in the Neo World Program which is literally my only excuse for Nanami being alive)

Nanami, Koizumi, and Sonia held a party that doubles as a birthday party for Hinata and a New Years Eve party. It took a few days to fully decorate the whole island but everyone managed through teamwork. Mioda, Saionji, and Koizumi made the decorations. Hanamura made the food and Owari taste tested with Nidai supervising. Twogami and Sonia went around the island to see if everyone was on task. Nanami went wherever help was needed. Kuzuryu, Pekoyama, and Tanaka were putting up the decorations. Tsumiki was on standby, alert at all times if anyone got hurt. It was also for her safety as she tended to trip on air everything. That leaves you, Komaeda, Hinata, and Souda cleaning.

Komaeda couldn’t stop rambling about how hopeful and exciting this party will be. The celebration of a classmate’s birthday and an eventful time of year, what wasn’t hopeful about that?! He kept getting distracted by his thoughts and Souda eagerly brought him back by hitting him with his broom. Once he hit Komaeda too hard and he fell to the ground. You and Hinata decided it was time for Souda to switch jobs with someone. Nanami literally rushed to full in Souda’s place.

You helped Komaeda up and kissed on his bruise and he looks away in embarrassment.

“(l/n)-kun/san, you don’t need to waste your valuable time on trash like me.” He says, avoiding your gaze.

You offered your hand to him. “As someone who cares about the environment, I’m obligated to pick you up. How does 11 sound?” He blushes darkly.

Nanami smiles in amusement as Hinata whistles. Komaeda hesitantly took your hand, feeling guilty he’s defiling you. He quickly let’s go when he was standing once more. He didn’t want to give the impression you and him were dating to Hinata and Nanami. That wouldn’t do; trash like him dating a super high school level? It sounds absurd. You’d probably be grossed out if you two were dating.

Komaeda was snapped out of his thoughts by you handing him his broom. He smiled and thanked you.

You guys finished earlier than expected and had the rest of the day to your guys’ self. Everyone went their separate ways until the party started, which would begin at 3 pm. It was currently 1 pm so two more hours left.

You wandered around the first island, wondering what to do with your freetime. You spotted Komaeda and waved at him. He looks at you bewildered and turns around so he doesn’t have to see you. You felt hurt but brushed it off as nothing personal. He was probably busy or wanted some alone time.

You spent half of your free time bonding with Nanami. You two were on the fourth island trying some of the carnival games and talking about the party.

You two were currently at a balloon dart game where an Usami served as the carny. She encouraged both of you to try your best and explained you still get a prize even if you missed. Feeling motivated, you and Nanami both threw darts to the best of your guys’ ability. You mostly missed as the gamer rarely did. She mostly traded most of her prizes so she didn’t get little ones and she didn’t have to carry a lot. She had a large Squirtle plushie, a medium sized Pikachu, a small Slyveon, a small eevee, a medium sized Totoro, a drifblim, and a penguin plushie that looked salty.

You looked at the salty penguin and smiled at Nanami. “I think Hinata-kun would love that one.” You point at it, laughing slightly. It took her a few seconds to connect why you were laughing. She bursted out laughing too, laughing so hard she was crying a bit.

She calms down a bit to answer. “Yeah, I think so too.” She says, looking at it fondly.

“It’s fair, a salty penguin for a salty boy.” Nanami laughs a bit.

You looked down at your own prizes: a medium sized Kirby, a small Piplup, and a Cosmog. You still have no idea what to give Hinata for his birthday. He is the best gift giver you have ever met, you want to get him something he’ll love. You glanced at Nanami who was talking to Usami and got a silly idea. You could put a bow on Nanami and push her towards Nanami. You quietly laughed and that got Nanami’s attention.

“Ready to go (l/n)-san/kun?” She asks. You nodded, hugging your prizes to your chest.

“Nanami-san, have you gotten Hinata-kun a gift yet?” You ask. She nods and points at the penguin which makes you laugh.

“And you?”

“You.”

“I don’t get it.” Nanami says, glancing towards you puzzled.

“You: your my present for Hinata-kun. I could even put a bow on top of you and everything.” Nanami smiles at your idea and nods.

“I approve.”

You deadpanned. “I wasn’t serious.”

She pouted. “Can we do that, please?”

Well the idea sounded fun… Why the heck not? You gave in and agreed. She cheers.

“Give me the word and I’ll get in place.” Nanami explains.

“I’ll distract Hinata and say…hmmm. What’s a good code word?”

“Salt.” Nanami says immediately making you smile.

“Salt it is.”

You two arrived at the cottages and you two went your separate ways. You checked the clock in your cottage and saw you had an hour left until three pm. You decided to spend this time getting ready.

You had fifteen minutes from three pm when you finished. Most of the time was spent on you being fickle about what to wear. You decided to get to the hotel area of the first island, the place where the party would primarily take place. You had a present for someone and a bow for Nanami for your guy’s plan. The whole island was susceptible for the party, mostly everyone was going to gather here at midnight though. You were the only one there, being earlier than even Sonia. She arrived two minutes later because of the thirteen minute early rule in her country.

She tilts her head, noticing the box in your hand. You weren’t trying to hide it. It was only meant to be hidden from him. The person who the gift is intended for.

“Who’s that for?” She asks you, before her eyes widened in realization. Her eyes sparkled with happiness.

“That’s so sweet of you (l/n)-san to give Hinata-san a present.” You sweatdropped.

“It’s for Komaeda-kun.” You corrected her. She smiles at you brightly.

“Even sweeter!” She swoons.

She then tilts her head in confusion. “Is it tradition to give your lover a present on New Year’s Eve?”

You blushed. “Komaeda-kun and I aren’t dating, we’re just friends.” You say sheepishly. She eyes you and nodded, understanding. She gives you a thumbs up.

“I hope things go according to your plan. Good luck and happy new year’s (l/n)-san.” She smiles at you before Souda pulled her away.

Half of the people were here and you don’t see the person you wanted to see the most. Where is he? He shouldn’t be hard to spot because of how tall he is and how messy his hair is. He’s guaranteed to come to the party, but where was he?

You left the hotel area and went to the cottages. You knocked on Komaeda’s cottage door but he didn’t answer, meaning he was out already. You searched the entirety of the first island and went to the second one to search. You repeated this process with the third and fourth. You found Komaeda in the warehouse making you frown.

You reached for his hand with your free one and he jumps, startled from the sudden physical contact. He smiles at you gently, noticing it was you. His eyes softened and dilated as they looked at you. He had a light blush on his cheeks now.

“(l/n)-kun/san, what brings you all the way over here? You should be with the other super high school levels celebrating and having fun.”

You frowned at him. “Same goes for you.”

He chuckles. “Trash like me doesn’t deserve to be in the presence of various super high school levels.”

“It’s best if I stay here.” He continues.

“I’m not bothering anyone and no one’s getting hurt because of me. It’s a win-win right?” He laughs.

You tugged his hand and pulled him closer to you. “What if I said I want you there with everyone else?”

“I’d decline. No one wants me there at the party.” He says smiling.

“I want you there.” You refuted softly. His cheeks reddened, prominent due to his naturally sickly pale skin.

“…” He looks at you silently, trying to find a reason why you’d want him around. Why you would touch him willingly. Why you would talk to him. Why?

“…Why?” He asked, softly and confused. Komaeda looks down to meet your gaze. He was confused as to why you would want to be with him. He’s garbage compared to everyone else. Another super high school level would be worthy of your presence. Anyone but him. He’s not worthy.

You merely smiled at him and squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I like you…” He blushed darkly and he drowned out the words the came out of your mouth afterwards. He couldn’t have predicted this at all… You… Have feelings for trash like him?! He’s not ready for this! What should he say?! He doesn’t want to reject you and he clearly likes you too make you despair. But on the other hand–

“Are you okay?” You asked as he went completely silent. His face was flushed and conflicted. You let go off his hand and waved your free one infront of his face, effectively snapping him back to reality.

He opened his mouth to say something but you continued to speak. “As I was saying, I like you as a classmate.” You smiled at him making him disappointed.

Ah, of course. You would never like trash like him. He was relieved but hurt. His New Year’s resolution last year was to make a friend and this year it was to find a lover. He thought he’d did it before the year started but unluckily it didn’t work out for him.

No need to dwell on the past. He can’t wait to experience the good luck that will come afterwards!

You took his hand again as you finished whatever you were saying. He feels guilty he hasn’t been listening to you speak. Even more bad luck… He likes listening to your voice. He’s still ecstatic though; the speculation of his next stroke of luck is exhilarating!

“Do you want to take a stroll with me around the island?” You ask him, curious to hear his response.

“Why would you spend time with scum like me?” He asks, frowning at you.

“You’re not scum.” You scolded him, hitting him lightly on his head. It was more of a gentle pat on his head in his opinion but he’s still happy you touched him.

He sighs and nodded, very hesitant but who was he to refuse a super high school level? He has no right to.

The sun’s down already when you two left the warehouse. The sun was already setting when you entered the warehouse but you were still surprise by the amount of time that passed. You forgot how fast time flew when you searched the islands for him.

The moonlight shone down upon you two; illuminating you two as if it were a spotlight. The moonlight reflected of his pale skin making Komaeda appear as if he was glowing. It made him look more angelic than usual…

“I wasn’t joking.” You say out of the blue, swinging your guy’s hands back and forth.

He looks at you, confused; wondering what you could possibly mean.

“I said I was going to pick you up at 11.” He nodded, remembering earlier. He nervously laughs.

“It’s around seven now, five hours left to go.” You note, checking your e-handbook.

Oh! You nearly forgot the present in your hand. Now seems like a good time to give it to Komaeda.

“Hey Komaeda-kun?” He hums in response.

“Can you close your eyes for a minute?” He looks at you confused before complying and smiling.

“I trust you (l/n)-san/kun. Though I’m curious what you’re going to do.” He voices his thoughts out for once.

“Hold your hands out.” You instructed him softly. He mimicks your instructions and you placed the box in his hand.

“You can open your eyes now.” You told him, smiling gently at him. He looks at the box surprised. Heat rushes to his cheeks as he looks at you shocked.

A super high school level– no, someone, got him a gift?! This is the first time this happened! How is he supposed to react?!

“Thank you.” He breathes out, finally deciding to say some words of gratitude.

You laugh a bit. “Open the box first, Komaeda-kun.”

He blushes darkly. “Oh right.” He opens the box to see a cloudy-like pokemon; Cottonee. It took him less than a second to figure out why you gave this to him. He looks at you in amusement.

“Is it because I have cloudy hair?” He asks, smiling. You nodded, smiling back at him brightly. He seems to like your present, judging by how happy he looks.

“A Trubbish would’ve been better. Since, you know, I’m lowly tra–” You put a hand over his mouth, muffling the last bit of that word.

You gave him a look and he just gives you a closed eyed smile. “Thank you again, (l/n)-kun/san. I feel embarrassed though. I didn’t get you anything.” He say, crossing his arms and frowning.

“It’s okay. You being here and being happy is more than enough.” You smile at him.

“But I want to make it up to–” He cuts himself off. Komaeda got an idea on how to repay you but he has to wait until twelve am exactly to do it. It’ll be worth the wait though~

Komaeda shyly reached for your hand and you let him take it, both of you blushing at the sight of your entwined fingers. You guys kept walking around the island, talking or playing random games with each other.

Currently he was singing to you some songs he came up at the top of his head a few moments ago. He sang two: zettai kibou birthday (absolute hope birthday) and zanka. You love his voice and were shocked to hear him sing. He was embarrassed you complimented on that. He denied your compliments though. He was dead set on believing he was pathetic scum with a nuisance of a voice.

It was nine pm now, three hours left until he can repay you. He would’ve done it earlier if it wasn’t today being the day it is. He walked you to the first island and pushed you towards everyone else, saying he has some business to talk care of. The truth is he feels you should get a break from him since he has been wasting your time for… How long has it been? Three hours? That sounds about right.

He fully intends to repay you, just know he’s going to feel guilty for doing it. You hung around the birthday boy and his girlfriend, Nanami.

He showed you the penguin Nanami gave you and asked you if he was salty. You nodded and he gives you a ‘really’ look. You stayed with him as he asked every attendant if he was salty. Everyone unanimously said yes which makes him go sulk in his emo corner, being an edgelord more than usual. Nanami and you talked to the salty birthday boy until it was eleven pm.

You and Nanami already gave him your guy’s presents. You just did the bit where you gave Nanami as a present.

“Hinata-kun, I think your going to love my present.” You said, putting an emphasis on “love”. Nanami blushes and he looks at you confused.

“What did you get me?” He asks, slightly worried.

You gently pushed Nanami forwards who was currently wearing a bow on top of her head and Hinata turned red. You used this as a distraction to slip away to find Komaeda.

You found him sitting on a bench at Jabberwock Park. You silently sat next to him and his eyes lit up at your presence. He gives you a small smile.

“I didn’t think you’d come back.” He admits, voicing out his worry. He was scared. He was scared that you were going to forget about him. He’s relieved to see you remembered him though. That must be his stroke of good luck. He stiffens, remembering bad luck will follow. He’s worried something’s going to happen to you.

“I’d never forget about you.” You reassured, your words making his eyes dilate even more. He heard just what he needed. It made him happy to hear you say that.

Fifteen minutes passed. Fourty-five more to go. You two talked about previous new years. Your experiences with them, if they were good or terrible. Your past resolutions your current resolutions, etc.

“What’s your resolution this year, Komaeda-kun?” You look at him curiously.

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Ties That Bind

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by ameliacareful

Sam picks up his sandwich and as he does, the waitress comes by to refill their drinks. It isn’t until he sees her spot his bar code that he realizes he didn’t use concealer. How could he have possibly forgotten.

“Wait, is that a slave?” she frowns. “I’m sorry, he can’t eat in here.”

John looks up and Sam feels as if he would rather be anywhere else.

“That’s my son,” John says in a voice so cold that Sam would swear the place is haunted.

“I’m sorry,” the waitress says. “It’s code. We could be shut down. I can bag up the meal but he’ll have to leave.”

Words: 5739, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Massa Carnis

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: slave AU, Sam is a slave, Incest, Drug Use

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The Book You Should Read Instead Of Binging Netflix, Based On Your Zodiac Sign

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The Book You Should Read Instead Of Binging Netflix, Based On Your Zodiac Sign

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Aries: March 21st – April 19th

Circe by Madeline Miller

“In the house of Helios, god of the sun and mightiest of the Titans, a daughter is born. But Circe is a strange child–not powerful, like her father, nor viciously alluring like her mother. Turning to the world of mortals for companionship, she discovers that she does possess power–the power of witchcraft, which can transform rivals into monsters and menace the gods themselves.

Threatened, Zeus banishes her to a deserted island, where she hones her occult craft, tames wild beasts and crosses paths with many of the most famous figures in all of mythology, including the Minotaur, Daedalus and his doomed son Icarus, the murderous Medea, and, of course, wily Odysseus.

But there is danger, too, for a woman who stands alone, and Circe unwittingly draws the wrath of both men and gods, ultimately finding herself pitted against one of the most terrifying and vengeful of the Olympians. To protect what she loves most, Circe must summon all her strength and choose, once and for all, whether she belongs with the gods she is born from, or the mortals she has come to love.“

Taurus: April 20th – May 20th

Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep by Philip K. Dick

“By 2021, the World War has killed millions, driving entire species into extinction and sending mankind off-planet. Those who remain covet any living creature, and for people who can’t afford one, companies built incredibly realistic simulacra: horses, birds, cats, sheep. They’ve even built humans. Immigrants to Mars receive androids so sophisticated they are indistinguishable from true men or women. Fearful of the havoc these artificial humans can wreak, the government bans them from Earth. Driven into hiding, unauthorized androids live among human beings, undetected. Rick Deckard, an officially sanctioned bounty hunter, is commissioned to find rogue androids and ‘retire’ them. But when cornered, androids fight back—with lethal force.”

Gemini: May 21st – June 20th

Sometimes I Lie by Alice Feeney

“Amber wakes up in a hospital. She can’t move. She can’t speak. She can’t open her eyes. She can hear everyone around her, but they have no idea. Amber doesn’t remember what happened, but she has a suspicion her husband had something to do with it. Alternating between her paralyzed present, the week before her accident, and a series of childhood diaries from twenty years ago, this brilliant psychological thriller asks: Is something really a lie if you believe it’s the truth?” 

Cancer: June 21st – July 22nd

An American Marriage by Tayari Jones

“Newlyweds Celestial and Roy are the embodiment of both the American Dream and the New South. He is a young executive, and she is an artist on the brink of an exciting career. But as they settle into the routine of their life together, they are ripped apart by circumstances neither could have imagined. Roy is arrested and sentenced to twelve years for a crime Celestial knows he didn’t commit. Though fiercely independent, Celestial finds herself bereft and unmoored, taking comfort in Andre, her childhood friend, and best man at their wedding. As Roy’s time in prison passes, she is unable to hold on to the love that has been her center. After five years, Roy’s conviction is suddenly overturned, and he returns to Atlanta ready to resume their life together.“

Leo: July 23rd – August 22nd

The Chalk Man by C.J. Tudor

“In 1986, Eddie and his friends are just kids on the verge of adolescence. They spend their days biking around their sleepy English village and looking for any taste of excitement they can get. The chalk men are their secret code: little chalk stick figures they leave for one another as messages only they can understand. But then a mysterious chalk man leads them right to a dismembered body, and nothing is ever the same.

In 2016, Eddie is fully grown, and thinks he’s put his past behind him. But then he gets a letter in the mail, containing a single chalk stick figure. When it turns out that his friends got the same message, they think it could be a prank . . . until one of them turns up dead.

That’s when Eddie realizes that saving himself means finally figuring out what really happened all those years ago.”

Virgo: August 23rd – September 22nd

The Woman In The Window by A.J. Finn

“Anna Fox lives alone—a recluse in her New York City home, unable to venture outside. She spends her day drinking wine (maybe too much), watching old movies, recalling happier times . . . and spying on her neighbors.

Then the Russells move into the house across the way: a father, a mother, their teenage son. The perfect family. But when Anna, gazing out her window one night, sees something she shouldn’t, her world begins to crumble—and its shocking secrets are laid bare.

What is real? What is imagined? Who is in danger? Who is in control? In this diabolically gripping thriller, no one—and nothing—is what it seems.”

Libra: September 23rd – October 22nd

Simon Vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Alberalli

“Sixteen-year-old and not-so-openly gay Simon Spier prefers to save his drama for the school musical. But when an email falls into the wrong hands, his secret is at risk of being thrust into the spotlight. Now change-averse Simon has to find a way to step out of his comfort zone before he’s pushed out—without alienating his friends, compromising himself, or fumbling a shot at happiness with the most confusing, adorable guy he’s never met.”

Scorpio: October 23rd – November 21st

I’m Fine And Other Lies by Whitney Cummings

“Here are all the stories and mistakes I’ve made that were way too embarrassing to tell on stage in front of an actual audience; but thanks to not-so-modern technology, you can read about them here so I don’t have to risk having your judgmental eye contact crush my self-esteem. This book contains some delicious schadenfreude in which I recall such humiliating debacles as breaking my shoulder while trying to impress a guy, coming very close to spending my life in a Guatemalan prison, and having my lacerated ear sewn back on by a deaf guy after losing it in a torrid love affair. In addition to hoarding mortifying situations that’ll make you feel way better about your choices, I’ve also accumulated a lot of knowledge from therapists, psychotherapists, and psychopaths, which can probably help you avoid making the same mistakes I’ve made. Think of this book as everything you’d want from the Internet all in one place, except without the constant distractions of ads, online shopping, and porn.“

Sagittarius: November 22nd – December 21st

The Magic Misfits by Neil Patrick Harris

“When street magician Carter runs away, he never expects to find friends and magic in a sleepy New England town. But like any good trick, things change instantly as greedy B.B. Bosso and his crew of crooked carnies arrive to steal anything and everything they can get their sticky fingers on.

After a fateful encounter with the local purveyor of illusion, Dante Vernon, Carter teams up with five other like-minded illusionists. Together, using both teamwork and magic, they’ll set out to save the town of Mineral Wells from Bosso’s villainous clutches. These six Magic Misfits will soon discover adventure, friendship, and their own self-worth in this delightful new series.”

Capricorn: December 22nd – January 19th

Good Me Bad Me by Ali Land

“Milly’s mother is a serial killer. Though Milly loves her mother, the only way to make her stop is to turn her in to the police. Milly is given a fresh start: a new identity, a home with an affluent foster family, and a spot at an exclusive private school.

But Milly has secrets, and life at her new home becomes complicated. As her mother’s trial looms, with Milly as the star witness, Milly starts to wonder how much of her is nature, how much of her is nurture, and whether she is doomed to turn out like her mother after all.

When tensions rise and Milly feels trapped by her shiny new life, she has to decide: Will she be good? Or is she bad? She is, after all, her mother’s daughter.”

Aquarius: January 20th – February 18th

Every Day by David Leviathan

“Every day a different body. Every day a different life. Every day in love with the same girl.

There’s never any warning about where it will be or who it will be. A has made peace with that, even established guidelines by which to live: Never get too attached. Avoid being noticed. Do not interfere.

It’s all fine until the morning that A wakes up in the body of Justin and meets Justin’s girlfriend, Rhiannon. From that moment, the rules by which A has been living no longer apply. Because finally A has found someone he wants to be with—day in, day out, day after day.“

Pisces: February 19th – March 20th

The Disaster Artist by Greg Sestero

“In 2003, an independent film called The Room—starring and written, produced, and directed by a mysteriously wealthy social misfit named Tommy Wiseau—made its disastrous debut in Los Angeles. Described by one reviewer as ‘like getting stabbed in the head,’ the $6 million film earned a grand total of $1,800 at the box office and closed after two weeks. Ten years later, it’s an international cult phenomenon, whose legions of fans attend screenings featuring costumes, audience rituals, merchandising, and thousands of plastic spoons. Hailed by The Huffington Post as ‘possibly the most important piece of literature ever printed,’ The Disaster Artist is the hilarious, behind-the-scenes story of a deliciously awful cinematic phenomenon as well as the story of an odd and inspiring Hollywood friendship. Greg Sestero, Tommy’s costar, recounts the film’s bizarre journey to infamy, explaining how the movie’s many nonsensical scenes and bits of dialogue came to be and unraveling the mystery of Tommy Wiseau himself.”