#code 015

[peacheeeliz]

HEY EMO BOY

SYNOPSIS ⤏ could there be anything that could make your shift at the local coffee shop better? there is! and it's the hottest emo boy you'll ever find.

PARING ⤏ emo!jisung x down bad!fem reader

GENRE ⤏ smau, rom-com, cafe au, honestly crack au, she's so insanely down bad, but so is he, mutual pining, slow burn, forbidden?? love, mark is just really protective

FEATURING ⤏ nct dream, mingi from atz, matthew from zb1, manon from katseye, tsuki from billlie, ningning from aespa, and sohee from riize

FACECLAIM ⤏ faceclaim for y/n purely for picture purposes!! (@ leedainlee on ig)

WARNINGS ⤏ swearing, kms/kys & nsfw jokes, suggestive, pls ignore timestamps 💔

PLAYLIST ⤏ baby came home 2 / valentines, the neighbourhood | sweet, cigarettes after sex | melting, kali uchis | pretty boy, the neighbourhood | dreamland, glass animals | emo boy, ayesha erotica | smoke it off!, lumi athena | soaked, shy smith | on the floor!, removeface | it girl, aliyah's interlude

STARTED ⤏ 3/6/2025

STATUS ⤏ completed ♡

NOTE ⤏ i love making preppy characters obsessed with emos 😋😋

PROFILES & CHAPTERS

ground up cafe | nightmares

prologue. why r emos hot

001. I NEED HIM

002. hi hyuck's cousin 👋☺️

003. but emos r hot 😥

004. chenle that's chocolate milk

005. decrepit

006. THOSE glasses

007. work environment enrichment

008. HIM

009. THIS CAN'T BE

010. code red

011. pls do not pull ur dogs out

012. let me at him

013. does y/n have a type

014. i can handle him

015. DOWN BOY DOWN

016. she don't want you (770 wc)

017. u lost me at stop hating men 💔

018. ABORT MISSION

019. aww ☺️☺️ oh... 😳😳

020. bcs ur short 😃

APRIL FOOL'S DAY SPECIAL 😋

special 1. baby

special 2. yuck

special 3. singles inferno

☆©peacheeeliz, 2024

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[ad0rechuu]

۪ ᝰ ۫ MY OH MY ୨୧

based on my oh my by girls' generation

SYNOPSIS. ━━━━━ Yn finds out that her whole relationship has been a bet. To get over her heartache her best friend Sunwoo convinces her to take revenge.

How you might ask? By breaking the culprits heart right back of course!

10jun23 | st. 31/12/23 ━ fn. 01/07/24

pairing. ━━━━━ Best Friend! Kim Sunwoo x Fem! reader (x Choi Yeonjun)

featuring. ━━━━━ the boyz members, kim chaewon, txt members + mentions of other idols

genre. ━━━━━ smau + written: humor/crack / fluff / angst / suggestive / childhood friends to lovers / college au / revenge relationship / relationship based on bet / slight slow burn

warnings. ━━━━━ timestamps/sm numbers/hair colors mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, crude humor (kys jokes), mentions of & illusions to of food/sex/drugs/alcohol/cheating/mental illness, use of pictures of yn but only for reference, yn is a sone (snsd fan). more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, please let me know if missed something. this story doesn’t describe the idols in real life and is written with a dark skinned poc in mind!

notes. ━━━━━ the taglist is open, send an ask to be added. spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too! credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics. i’m not a native english speaker! and thank you to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <3

( please give this story lots of love & check out my masterlist )

PROFILES. ━━━━━ SONES INCORPORATED ᜊ DA HOMIEZ ᜊ MORE COOL KIDS ᜊ THE PLAYLIST

STEP 1. GET OVER HIM ›

ᝰ CH 000. prologue: THE NEXT BET

ᝰ CH 001. I H8 MEN

ᝰ CH 002. DON’T BREAK UP WITH THAT LOSER

ᝰ CH 003. THE PLAN

ᝰ CH 004. WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

ᝰ CH 005. *INSERT EVIL LAUGHTER*

ᝰ CH 006. ANNOYING BRAT FOR SALE

ᝰ CH 007. DON'T WORRY YOUR PRETTY BIG HEAD

ᝰ CH 008. NOT OVER HIM

ᝰ CH 009. CLASSIC SUNWOO-YN-BFF-DATE

ᝰ CH 010. THE NERVE AND THE AUDACITY

STEP 2. MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ›

ᝰ CH 011. STEP UP MY GAME

ᝰ CH 012. SASSY CAT EMOJI

ᝰ CH 013. A NIGHT ON THE TOWN W/ YN & WOO

ᝰ CH 014. GOOD NIGHT

ᝰ CH 015. HOBBIES FOR SUNWOO

ᝰ CH 016. GRAND DISCOVERY (YN HAS AN IDEA)

ᝰ CH 017. JUNS UNAPPROACHABLE AND COLD GF

ᝰ CH 018. HANGING OUT WITH MY BFS FRIENDS

ᝰ CH 019. BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF

ᝰ CH 020. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME

STEP 3. BREAK HIS HEART ›

ᝰ CH 021. CODE ORANGE

ᝰ CH 022. I FUCKED UP

ᝰ CH 023. HITCH IN THE ROAD

ᝰ CH 024. CONSIDER AND MAKE SURE

ᝰ CH 025. WHAT MAKES THE HEART GROW WHAT?

ᝰ CH 026. BALLOON FLOWERS

ᝰ CH 027. REJECTION + ANEURYSM = WENT WELL

ᝰ CH 028. MAKEUP

ᝰ CH 029. BALLOON FLOWERS VERSUS ROSES

ᝰ CH 030. MINE (HIS)

ᝰ CH 00I. epilogue: A PEAK IN SUNYN’S LOVE

ᝰ CH 0II. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT

ᝰ AFTER WORD

special thanks (& follow these awesome ppl). ━━━━━ to @yuyusuyu @kodzumo @tocupid @leo-seonghwa @seonghwaddict @felixsramen : i have to give you six an extra special thanks because you all motivated and supported me so much while i was stressing and being annoying, just so you know guys are my motivation! (the other message is also to you all ofc)

and to @yunstarz @nyukyujs @rieuvie @thelargefrye @i-luvsang @cybrsan @gyumibear @pocketjoong @jaehunnyy @nebulousbrainsoup @justhere4kpop @xpixie @atinycafe @brrrkdslek @phantom-webber @a1sh1teruu @starryunho @aestheticsluut @end0rchans @yourfatherlucifer @alixnsuperstxr @girls4cheol @cheollipop @mintgki @aoi-turtle @renstears @42e15 @alixnsuperstxr @mrowwww @hwaightme @paradiqms @starrysvn @tubatu-wari-wari @kitten4sannie @chokchokk @hee0soo @joong-of-gold @armysantiny @evilsailorsenshi @mundayoonimnida @aapplepii @juhakutie : first of all i don’t expect you to read or interact with this fic, you might not even stan the boyz or like this sorta thing but i tagged you all because of one reason and one reason only; to tell you that you all make tumblr such a lovely and inspirational place for me, whenever i see ur accs it brightens my day because i know what great ppl are behind them, i just wanted to say that i think that you are amazing and i want to use this post to thank you! happy new years and i love you everyone (and you who’s reading this)

my oh my © ad0rechuu, 2023. do not copy/repost.

[angeliqueiguess]

kitchen nightmares (s.jn)

⏲️pairing: cook!Johnny x waitress!femReader

⏲️type: smau (with written parts)

⏲️genre: crack, drama, strangers to lovers

⏲️warnings: slow-burn, swearing, kms & kys jokes, death mentioned, crack, main characters being a bit stupid/naive.

⏲️ summary: ‘Work with us,’ they said. ‘It’ll be fun,’ they said… if only they knew they were dragging her straight into hell.

angie’s note: yeah, im making another smau, i blame “The Bear” for this idea.

state: ongoing

TAGLIST OPEN!!

the clique // STAFF

000. prologue

001. new hire

002. back off i said

003. first words

004. girl code

005. maybe

006. fuck it we ball

007. extra hours

008. crazy

009. miss honey

010. smoke

011. fire

012. shift

013. old habits

014. the blame

015. kitchen time

016. jane austen

017. gossip

018. strangers

019. storm

020. storm pt.2

021. the almost kiss

022. punching bag

023. cornered

updated: 31/01/25

[thescaryhyperfem]

!! EXTENDED !! (link)

-> . co / gleeblobloglog ~

♀️

Name: Francis or Astrid or Funbus or Willy or

Pronouns: I am a she. I am an it. I'm a shit (it/one/xe/ze) cuz fuck you

Age: nunya business (minor)

Sex: evil and fucked up

Gender: even worse

F/Os: Scag (Regretevator / romantic), Barb (Regretevator / romanticish), Quinn (Flipline / romantic, platonic), "God"/343 (S.C.P / romantic, worshipment, past-life partner), Pipe Nightmare/015 (S.C.P / romantic, past-life partner), The Old Man / 106 (S.C.P / romantic), Bobble, The Clown / 993 (S.C.P / comfort, partially romantic), Shrimpo (Dandy's World / romantic, comfort)

♀️

Tags:

#queeryap - yapping about queer identities

#psychologymaxxing - talking about psychology and how weird and silly the human mind is

#i am known as the code master.html - coding and stuff

#portuguesetalk.jpeg - exactly what it sounds like. Brazilian guy speaking PT BR.

#tw god mention - take a wild fucking guess buddy.

#bobtism - Dr Bob and stuff

Note: I talk in KEA1989 (link) sometimes

Socials: DeviantArt, Pinterest, GitHub (Pony Town), Pronouns.CC, Pronouns.Page

My precious OCs: The SCPFunbus Hub (My SCP OCs), Francis, The Human (My TF2 Self Insert), TSH♀ (My Old sona, now oc), Wet Argu(ment) (My Fursona), Scaglover9001 (My REGRETEVATOR sona), Frikk (My Flipline sona), T-Medic/T-Mandic (My TF2 Freak OC), Jubi, the Gummy Bear (My Dandy's World OC), Troy, the Superhero Figurine (My 2nd Dandy's World OC), Val, the Valve (My 3rd DW OC)

Side Blogs: @theflaggerrrr (MOGAI), @transgender-activated (HOARD), @scambooty (SCAMTISM), @mudskipped (MUDSKIPPERTISM), @non-requestable (STAMPS), @yourfaveisnowonfire, @massivewardrobe, @hotshapeshifter (REBLOGS), @crossover-freak (CROSSOVERTISM), @hypomasculinemojis (AAC EMOJIS)

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[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book 1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club)

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove! reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MINORS DNI

006: The Eddie Special

Rent is paid, food is on the table, and Max finally has a YMCA membership! All because of you. But just when you think you've got your two lives under control, Robin and Vicky show up to Hellfire for date night — and see you dancing center stage.

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

word count: 5.2k words

warnings — eddie being an asshole again but also very sweet, mutual pining, angst, yearning, profanities, power imbalance, double standards, smoking, alcohol, sexual harassment, health issues/disparities, trauma, pedophilia, incest, name-calling

“A compromise would surely help the situation.”

♡

“Hey, stranger.”

Robin flashes you a “good morning” smile as you’re washing the dishes. Scooting to the side, you continue to scrub as she leans against the sink with her back, munching away at her breakfast sandwich that Vicky had prepped for her the night before.

“Morning,” you grin in return.

“Funny,” she says. “We live under the same roof now but our friendship still feels long distance.”

“Sorry… ” you frown. “Work’s just been a lot.”

So is living a double life. To shake off the guilt that constantly gnawed at you, you dry your hands and proceed to make yourself some coffee. When you scan the fridge, the only creamer you can get your hands on is...

Hazelnut. Just your luck.

There’s a tinge in your chest as you dunk it into your mug. You stir aggressively. Robin notices how tense you are and walks over to you.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, my guy,” she says as she pats you on the back. “Healthcare is tough. I dated a travel nurse once and that poor woman had back problems for days.”

“Such a physically and emotionally taxing job,” Vicky adds as she emerges from their room. “I don’t know how you do it, Hargrove.”

“Good morning, baby.”

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Smooch.

You chuckle to yourself as you sip your Eddie-coded coffee.

“Yeah. I don't know how I do it either…”

The wooden stairs creek and crack as a pair of Vans stomp against them. Max is awake. This morning is an exciting one. After many, many overtime shifts at Hellfire, you've accumulated enough tip money to pay for Max's membership for 12 months. On top of that, rent had already been paid so you had a hefty cushion leftover for leisurely expenses.

You can hardly contain yourself. Seeing the surprised look on your sister's face is sure to be the highlight of your morning.

Max stares at you in shock when she sees you in the kitchen.

“Whoa,” she says. “She’s awake.”

You only ever see Max in passing when she comes home from the skate park. And that's right when you leave for work. From what she tells you she hasn't made many friends, but her main priorities right now are her hobbies and preparing herself for college classes in the Fall. Sometimes Max will tag along with Robin and Vicky to run errands, but you can tell she misses spending time with, and seeing, her sister.

“Shocker, right?” you sigh. “Thought I'd catch you before you head out.”

With your hands behind your back, you stride over to Max to give her her well-earned gift.

“What’s this?” she wonders.

“Your ticket to the Y,” you explain. “A band and a quarter, should last you a year.”

"Whoa!" Vicky exclaims.

"Holy shit! Look at that!" Robin cheers.

Max's eyes widen as she takes the money from you. “ $1200?! What bank did you have to rob to get $1200?”

“No bank,” you shake your head as Max counts all of the Benjamins. “Just the pockets of old, retired folk.”

You grin from ear to ear as you watch Max get bombarded with hugs that she is reluctant to accept, but does regardless. Vicky and Robin hoot and holler and squeal and cheer, reaffirming to Max that she deserves it the most.

“You’re really giving the elderly a run for their money,” Max says as the celebration comes to an end.

You watch in amusement as Vicky and Robin take turns counting Max's money.

“Yeah well it’s the least they can do for me,” you sigh. “My body feels like it’s aged 10 years.”

Max excuses herself from your roommates and throws herself onto you this time. You do your best not to cry. You've really missed her hugs.

“Thank you,” she says. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

Seeing how happy your sister is makes all your struggles worth it. Anything for Maxine.

———— 🔥 ————

“I don’t know who you think I am, but I don’t really give a damn right now.”

The past couple of weeks at Hellfire have been nothing short of awkward.

Eddie only really comes to you when he needs something, which — now that you've taken off those rose-tinted glasses — pretty much fits the bill of who he is as a person.

But he still lingers. For example, when you and Chrissy go on breaks together, there is always something for Eddie to do in close proximity. Table needs wiping? Eddie is there. Aisle needs sweeping? Mike, go help in the back. When you're dancing on customers, Eddie comes out from doing paperwork in his den to greet the regulars. And whenever you would turn to look at what Eddie’s doing, his gaze is already fixed on you and what you’re doing.

Like cat and mouse. But of course, he does it with all his dancers. Right?

A part of you wants to confront Eddie and his behavior, but before you even can he's out the back door to go on a "smoke break" with Argyle after closing, which usually is a short jump to him leaving. So you try to act unbothered by it by staying just a while longer with Henry… just in case he does come back.

But Henry puts you to work when you stay. He typically has you make sure all doors are locked, all chairs are stacked, and that any stray garbage is thrown away. You two play music while you work alongside one another, talking shit about customers and about how every day is starting to look the same.

You’re aware of how you openly contradict yourself, saying the days all bleed into one another and how you miss your bed. Yet you’re still at Hellfire. Way past closing time. Henry for sure has caught on to your odd behavior, but he doesn’t seem to mind because he enjoys your company.

It’s like clockwork now, this ritual-slash-routine.

Today is different for some reason.

"Hey!" Eddie calls out. “Shy Girl!”

You’re alone eating in an isolated part of VECNA’S LAIR when Boss Man makes his way over to you.

You’re frozen in your spot as he approaches you…willingly. Although you could care a lot less about his presence, the gesture still causes you to sit up a little straighter and blot-dry any remnants of your food with your napkin.

Eddie sets down new laminated prints of his menu in front of you. Plop.

"New item on the menu,” he gloats, very amused with himself. “Waffle fries. What do you think?"

Annoyed, you huff.

"Sure."

Two weeks of barely uttering a sentence to one another. Two weeks of avoiding eye contact and possibly one ‘excuse me’. Two weeks of being a background character in Eddie’s life and his icy shoulder making sure you knew it.

Now you’re more than an extra today. Because today Eddie decides you’re something of value, and that just for today your input actually matters. It's pathetic. It all makes Steve and Nancy look like best friends.

Your eyes travel to his firm hands. His silver rings. You hate to admit that you miss how they felt against your skin, especially since your skin seemingly isn't the only one he grazes. I do this with all my dancers. Your hands ball into fists. How can someone be so okay with using someone the way Eddie did with you?

"So we'll do regular waffle fries and the crinkle cuts will be our sweet potato fries from now on,” he explains.

“Mhm.”

“And eventually,” Eddie booms dramatically. “We’ll introduce the concept of different types of fries. Cajun fries, cheese fries, chili cheese fries. Then we'll introduce new cuts like curly fries... wedges..."

Not a word from you.

"Then we’ll do animal style fries like how you Californians do it at In-N-Out. I’ll call it ‘The Eddie Special’. It’ll be amazing!”

"You call the shots, Eddie."

Like he always does.

Eddie finally gets the message. You watch as his shoulders droop as he surrenders.

"Are you okay?" he dares to ask perplexedly.

"Never better!" you exclaim.

You grab your finished meal and dart past him, not even bothering to pardon yourself when your shoulders brush his slightly. You hear Eddie exhale, super displeased as the taps he makes on the table with his fingers render themselves fast and impatient.

“You don’t wanna stay and chat?” your superior demands sharply.

“I have to clock back in,” you answer coldly. “Sorry.”

“K then,” Eddie quietly mutters, returning the energy.

You try to look busy, so you pull out your phone and pretend to check something. Luckily, a text message from Robin pops up for you to reply to.

ROBIN BUCKLEY ☀️🤍

Date night with Vicky tonight. Breakfast/lunch/dinner waiting for you in the fridge when you get home 😁

You smile.

You da bestest 🩷 thank u

Buzz.

ROBIN BUCKLEY ☀️🤍 loved “You da bestest 🩷 thank u”

“Hey, Hargrove?” Eddie calls out to you.

His voice sounds a lot softer and apologetic. With the optimism that your tactic worked, you spin around to face Eddie with eager eyes. Maybe today is the day things go back to normal again.

“Hm?”

“No going on your phone when you’re clocked in, k?”

A blow to the chest. Bitter and agitated, you shove your phone into the back pocket of your booty shorts. Yes sir, you mutter to yourself mentally.

After thanking you, Eddie struts to the kitchen, using his own phone to pull up Dio on Spotify. He and Argyle like to head-bang and fuck around in the kitchen when they’re together. Messing around is only okay if Eddie does it, you assume.

To make matters worse, Eddie then proceeds to use his stupid phone to send someone a text. You scoff at the irony. Fucking prick.

Another trigger of yours? Power imbalance and double standards.

Attempting to be drama-free, you ironically make your way over to Steve and Jonathan, who are posted up at POTIONS.

“Hey Shy Girl,” Jonathan nods.

"Hey Johnny," you greet him.

You turn to the literal love of your life.

“Sup, Steve.”

"Hey, Hargrove," Steve nods. "How'd you do on tips last night?"

"Stellar," you answer. "Fucking love Fridays."

You and Steve are still casually hooking up. But just as you predicted, things aren’t quite the same. The problem this week is that Steve is struggling to finish, and you start to feel discouraged and insecure when he softens up inside of you.

Steve always used to finish. Now when you look up at him his gaze is fixed on something else, his strokes are less enthusiastic, and he mistaked one of your kinks for someone else’s once. But you pretend not to notice. A part of you even feels like you deserve it.

Steve is struggling with the eye contact today. You kick at the floor, trying to find a way to make your presence relevant in this corner of Hellfire. Knowing very well what you’re doing, Steve holds up a French fry from his red picnic tray as a supportive gesture.

"Would you like some?"

You beam at him and open your mouth so he can feed you. Steve obliges.

“Thanks boo,” you say to him as you chew.

He blushes. “Welcome.”

“You guys are cute,” Jonathan smiles as he wipes his hands with a hand towel. “I gotta run to the restroom, you mind watching the bar for a bit, Hargrove?”

“Not at all,” you oblige. “I’ll be here. Eating Steve’s fries.”

“Great,” Jonathan says, excusing himself. Then he halts. “Oh! If you open the register, Eddie has something for you underneath. Code is 0-1-1.”

Eddie has something…for you?

You turn to Steve and he just shrugs. As if it weren’t already obvious, you and Eddie weren’t exactly on friendly terms. What could that man possibly have for you?

It’s a termination notice, you can feel it. Bracing yourself for the absolute worst, you punch the code in.

0 - 1 - 1.

CHA-CHING! The register pops open. You lift the till that housed the cash and coins to unveil a pile of cash joined together by a small paper clip. There is a tiny note that was written onto a ripped piece of paper.

You pick it up. This couldn’t be for you, you think. But the sloppy handwriting with a partially bleeding pen says otherwise.

‘Hargrove: $600 — YMCA MONEY’

----- ❤️‍🩹 -----

“She the devil, she a bad lil bitch, she a rebel.”

Tonight you’re doing private dances with customers and also doing tip rail. But you wish you were just doing tip rail 'cause tonight’s clients were ballsy.

One patron said you look like his daughter. But it’s okay because ‘she’s married and out of the house’. Another said you look like one of his students. But it's totally okay because he teaches at the community college, therefore almost every pupil there is ‘at least 18’. It still doesn’t make it any better. All you could think about is your 18 year old baby sister — someone’s daughter and someone’s someone — someone who will also be walking the halls of Hawkins Community College later this month.

This customer, however, takes the cake. After guiding his hand away multiple times during the lap dance, he always manages to find the straps of your bra again. Upon strike three, you lose all patience.

“Yo, can you not do that?” you hiss, your inner Cali dude coming out to play. “I moved your hand away many times.”

The man is almost appalled. “It’s a strip club, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I strip on my terms.”

"I paid for your services," he spat. "So I'm sure I get to do what I want, hoe."

“Don’t call me that!”

“I'll call you what I want,” the customer insists. “It’s what you are anyways if you’re in this job right?”

He takes out another dollar and tucks it into one of your cups. You could only stare in shock. The audacity of this guy.

“Here,” he says degradingly. “Looks like you really need it. Now let me see those tits. Please.”

Anger consumes you. Whatever amount of the Neutral Wolf you had left in you has now melted away. The Big Bad Wolf is taking over now. You give the man a shove, hoisting yourself off his disgusting body.

"What the FUCK is your deal, bruh?" you bark, a piece of Billy coming out of you more than you intended. "You want a piece of me that badly, don't you?"

Your words cause a scene in the surrounding area. Not even phased by it, the patron decides to push you further.

“Easy, easy,” he rolls his eyes. “If it’s that much of an issue I’ll just take my money back.”

He yanks the dollar back from out of your bra. His knuckles just grazed your tits.

“What kinda strip club is this anyways? Theme is janky as fuck. The STRIPPERS don’t even strip. They’re RUDE, and they’re butt ugly. The owner should be ashamed. Oh and by the looks of it, you don’t have much tits to work with after all.”

“Pull up your shirt,” you quip. “I think I found ‘em.”

This poor man. He didn't know you're a Hargrove.

And soon you’re throwing shit. His money. Your shoes. Every curse word in the dictionary, both traditional and urban with the exception of a few. You’re seeing all red now, and you’re pretty sure if no one stopped you, you’d have ripped the guy’s head off.

“If I don’t have tits, why you trying to get at me?” you roar. “You like little boys or something, bitch?!”

“HENRY!” Eddie shouts.

You turn in the direction of Eddie’s voice. He had been watching. Through your furious, free-falling tears, you can see in his dark eyes, closed fists, and flared nostrils that he is angry as well.

“On it, boss!” Henry shouts as he scampers on over. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, asshole?”

The friendly bouncer swoops you off to the side and asserts himself between you both. Lucky for the guy, no dislocated limbs were in the cards today. All it took was another person with a penis to get this fool to back down. He tries to reason with Henry but it’s far too late. Henry’s already pushing him towards the door.

“I’ll be coming BACK to have my way with you,” the beast growls and spits. “Fucking SKANK!”

“I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO, MOTHERFUCKER!” you challenge him. "I'll be right here waiting!”

A calloused hand lands on your lower back. Thinking it’s another customer, you turn aggressively, fist winded up. As quickly as you lunge, a large palm catches it mid-air.

It’s Eddie.

Worry washes over your boss’s face when you two lock eyes for the first time. After what seemed like an eternity. He looks at you with the utmost concern. You almost see a tear glistening in his eye. A portion of his hair falls over his face in attempts to conceal it.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asks again, genuinely.

You nod, gulping.

You aren't okay, that's the thing. Not when Eddie looks like that. And not when he's looking at you, like that. Suddenly, Hellfire melts away and you're back in his van, fighting back every urge to fall into him and his musky, pine aroma infused with nicotine, weed, and beer. Just like home. Eddie feels like home.

Papers beat rock. Slowly, Eddie lowers your fist with the palm he had draped over you. The pulsing music and blinding strobe lights trickle back into your system.

"It's okay if you aren't..." Eddie starts. “You know... alright.”

"Eddie," you stop him. "Please. I'm alright."

“That was a lot.”

“But it's nothing new to me.”

He studies you. Doesn’t speak for a while.

“It's true!” you insist, attempting to diffuse Eddie's concern. “It kinda reminded me of the frat parties in San Diego I used to go to. You know what I’m saying?”

You try to laugh. But Eddie doesn’t. Henry and some dancers come to check up on you, especially Chrissy, to ask if you're okay. They even try to start a petition to jump the guy. You repeat the very thing you've been saying since it happened — yes, you are okay — and thank them for their concern. Then it's back to you and Eddie the moment they all disperse.

"Want a break?" he offers.

You shake your head. Dancing it off would help more, actually. And besides, if his offer is just another attempt to get you alone in his car and fire you up only to extinguish it all again in one sitting, you'll pass.

"Wanna go on stage now then? Get a break from individual dances?"

You smile and nod. "I'd love that."

The night can only get better from here. Eddie offers you his hand and helps to hoist you onto the stage. The DJ announces your name, and you’re back in business, putting on your million dollar smile and batting your seductive, little lashes.

Your song comes on and you start to shake your ass. Lost in the trance of the song, you become one with the pole, climbing it and gliding along it, twirling from it, and hovering with it, twerking and spreading your legs whenever you saw fit. The audience revels in it.

It all feels so good. Yes you are being provocative, everybody and your brother's worst nightmare -- but you're the one in control. No one can ever take your body autonomy away from you. Never again. Not anymore.

You do a death drop to the floor and quickly ease into your splits. The crowd goes wild as you roll your hips to the song, allowing yourself to get showered by the dollar bills that were raining down on you like a storm.

To thank everyone for their overwhelming support, you spin yourself around to face the crowd. But your heart nearly stops.

“Oh my god,” you gasp aloud.

Nothing could ever prepare you for what... or who rather... you see in front of you.

“Oh…my god,” Robin repeats, face sheet-white like a ghost.

Vicky is right beside her with the same shock on her face. Of course, your roommates have acknowledged this place before, so it wouldn't be a surprise that they eventually made this place their date night.

Your mind short-fuses and all you can do is crawl away backwards. Luckily, no one in the crowd seems to suspect how thrown off you just became. Your body quickly calls on another dancer as your mind races. And soon Emmy is taking your spot at the tip rail.

You look over at Eddie, who was in the corner leaning against the wall, but now he is standing upright and confused. Throwing on your cloak, you thank everyone for coming out and run out to the back alley.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," you mutter to yourself, as your heels click against the cold floor. Your cover is blown. What do you do now? "That's what you get for working local, Hargrove."

You find an area in the alley to rest and hit your dab pen ferociously. As you pace back and forth, you start to develop your exit plan. Nothing new, you develop these plans all the time.

Eventually Robin and Vicky find you. Clumsily spilling out the back door comes Thing 1 and Thing 2, assessing your body language and emotional well-being before finding the right words to say. It’s uncomfortable for everybody.

“Well this is quite the nursing home,” Robin remarks.

“Babe!”

“What?!” Robin exclaims. “I’m trying to lighten the mood.”

“Yeah but that can kinda come off as witty and sarcastic.”

“Well I don’t mean for it to.”

“Just because you don’t mean for it to, doesn’t mean it won’t come across that way.”

“Well knowing Hargrove I would hope she knows it’s not meant to come across that way.”

“GUYS!” your overstimulated self shouts.

All is quiet on midwestern front. Vicky and Robin switch between looking at you and back down at the ground while you resume your stress-filled nic break.

Finally, you speak after exhaling.

“So how’s everyone’s niiight?”

Robin gets straight to the point. “Why didn’t you tell us you work here?”

“I was protecting Max.”

“From what?” Robin wonders. “Ass and boobies? Extensions and falsies and freakishly high, high heels?”

“Doesn’t sound like nightmare fuel to us,” Vicky shrugs.

“It is when you consider the women Billy’s brought home.”

“What does Billy have to do with any of this?” asks Vicky.

“A lot, actually,” you answer.

You shove your pen back into your cloak pocket.

“Look,” you say. “I really needed the money. And I needed it fast. With my server and dancing background, I figured being a stripper was the best way to make it. And I was right. It’s quick money, but it’s sure as hell not easy. It’s draining for the most part, but—”

You stomp at the ground in frustration.

“My sister is fed and she can go to the Y and go to school and she’s away from Billy anditsallthatI’veeverwantedokay? That’s why I did it.”

“Okay, but I don’t see the point in coming up with this elaborate story that you work nights at a nursing home,” Vicky squints in thought. “Come on Hargrove, we are the least judgmental house in the boonies. I mean look at us.”

“Art Hoe Lesbians in a red state,” Robin points out. “I’m sure exotic dancer is a very mild offense.”

They did have a point. And it's not like Max is the type to slut-shame either. But you wanted Max to live as normal of a life as possible. Having a stripper sister also didn’t seem like the best conversation starter in Hawkins.

"I guess I'm just used to living a lie," you admit exhaustedly. "And running away... I also know Max would be worried sick for me."

"You only live lies if you tell 'em," Robin points out. "But as long as you're here with us, you're free to be your true and authentic self."

"Your job right now is to provide," Vicky adds. "And you're doing a wonderful job."

You beam. "Yeah?"

They both nod, yes. Sometimes you forgot what a support system is like. It always used to be everyone for themselves.

"Thanks guys."

"You're welcome," Vicky grins. "For now we'll keep our lips locked. We did not see anything."

"But you are going to have to tell Max eventually," Robin scorns.

"I know," you sigh. "I appreciate the stall."

The three of you hug. That's another thing you've been needing these past few weeks. A warm, authentic hug.

"Nice ass by the way," Robin compliments you.

"And tits," Vicky adds.

"Thanks."

———- ❤️ ———-

“I’ll kindly take you up on that Eddie Special, please,” you mumble.

Eddie had last-called everyone 15 minutes ago, but deep down you hope he had enough room in his heart for you. It’s been a dumpster fire of a shift.

Sure enough Eddie caves, judging by the way he starts up the fryer again after having shut it down right before you got to him.

He grins warmly. “Coming right up.”

As the fryer starts to bubble, Eddie loads in the last of the crinkle cuts. He waits close by with crossed arms.

Eddie’s first to break the silence.

“You seemed to know those customers,” he comments, referring to Vicky and Robin. “Judging by how fast you ran from them. In pumps too.”

“They’re my roommates,” you reply. “My best friend and her partner. They didn’t know I work here.”

He raises the eyebrow at ‘best friend’. “Even they didn’t know you work here?”

“I don’t know what they’d do with this information,” you utter defensively. “I guess it’s just hard for me to trust people.”

“Is it really, Miss Flight Risk?”

He’s referring to moving in with a girl you met online. You shoot him a look. The “I-didn’t-really-have-any-other-choice” look. He quickly digresses.

“I’m kidding,” he surrenders. “Okay? I understand that there are some things you gotta keep secret.” Eddie wriggles the basket full of fries around in the fryer. “…Even from your loved ones.”

Something tells you he speaks from experience. You shrug it off, ensuring he’d elaborate if he wanted to eventually.

Meanwhile you just decide to hit him with some small talk.

"How’s Chef Lucas been doing back here?"

"Fine and dandy," Eddie breathes. "For the most part. He burnt some things a couple of days ago, but that's part of being an apprentice, right?"

"Totally,” you nod. “Mistakes are bound to happen."

"Ohhh yeah," Eddie mutters, almost to himself. "Lots and lots…of mistakes."

"Trial and error, if you will,” you pitch in.

"Yup,” he draws on. “Seeing what works and what doesn’t. Testing the waters..."

Your eyes meet again. Briefly at least.

Eddie struggles to hold his gaze and instead resorts to clumsily playing around with a cloth nearby while whistling a tune. You can feel it getting awkward again so you find a way to keep the conversation going.

“Thank you for being there,” you attempt. “And helping out with my sister’s membership. You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to,” Eddie insists. His back is towards you so you can't read his expression. “You’ve been working very hard.”

“That’s why you don’t have to,” you say as-a-matter-of-factly. “It’s already paid off.”

Eddie chuckles. “Okay, then use it to buy yourself something nice. You deserve it.”

A hoot sounds from the opposite end of the hall. It’s Henry making his way over with some keys.

“Alright Babyboy, I’m out,” he announces. “I can lock up if you’d like? Not like I have anything to do.”

“I can take it from here,” Eddie insists. “Sweet dreams, Mr. Creel.”

Henry makes his way over, narrowing his eyes.

“Thought you normally go see Wayne after this.”

“I do,” Eddie replies. “But he had company earlier and I’m sure he already put himself to bed by now. I’ll stop by for breakfast.”

Henry’s eyes shift between you and Eddie. There’s a small smirk but he tries to conceal it. You’re staying late again, huh?

“Your words not mine,” Henry says. “Goodnight you two.”

You both bid Henry goodbye and he sees himself out. Eddie proceeds his periodic check-ins with your taters.

"You've uh, been appointing Henry a lot," you point out.

"Hell yeah, like clockwork," Eddie shrugs. "This industry is predator central. Just hate when dickheads think they can disrespect my girls. I don’t play that way.”

My girls.

“Not his first time doing shit like that,” Eddie adds, referring to the customer. “I regret giving him another chance. I should just get Henry or Jim to print a picture of his face and plaster it all over the walls. DON'T LET THIS ASSHOLE IN.”

You laugh. Eddie laughs at your laugh and then goes to melt the cheese for your dish.

“Yeah,” you say. “You give a man another chance and all he does disappoint you.”

Eddie sighs and nods timidly. “Yeah… Men ain’t shit huh?”

It falls silent for a bit. Eddie slowly stirs the melted cheese concoction he had going on in his pot while eyeing the time. You fiddle around with your cloak out of habit. Eddie speaks first again.

“You know what Shy Girl, I’m gonna do it,” he says. “Gonna broadcast his face and I’ll have you sign off on it.”

“Really?” you say.

“Of course,” Eddie shrugs. “You know how I am. I don’t play when it comes to you.”

The rasp in his voice sounds like melted butter. For a fraction of a second, you start to wonder what you were even mad about earlier.

You really missed talking and bantering with Eddie. Aside from whatever the hell was going on between you both, his companionship was not something you felt was fake.

Eddie begins mixing some sauces, and when he's done he hands you what you assume is your tips that you forgot to collect. You know, when you bolted off the stage.

"Already tipped everyone else out," he explains. "Rest is yours to keep."

You thank him and count all your bills. Now you have $600 of reallocated YMCA money and tips from tonight to pay off your bills and splurge.

You haven't had this much money since your waitressing job. You are forever grateful.

“Is there...anything I owe you Eddie?” you question. “Like at all? You’ve done a lot for me lately.”

“Ehhh you’re in the clear, I guess,” Eddie sheepishly smirks. “Lucky for you I’m a sucker for flattery.”

The fries are now cooked to a golden crisp and Eddie adds the components needed for The Eddie Special. He spends a decent amount of time to perfect the presentation before sitting down in front of you. In true Eddie fashion, he takes a bite of his own creation.

"HOT," he comments, trying to blow on the fry that's already in his mouth. "Hot, hot, hot. Fresh out the fryer."

Judging by his face, however, he approves. You can’t help but giggle over and over again. He gestures for you to try some.

It’s love at first bite.

"Mhm," you coo. "Thank you, Eddie."

"You're welcome," Eddie says. He grabs a washcloth to clean up the area. “Now… when you’re finished, how about I treat you to a real dinner?”

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author’s note: school has been taking over my life but i’m so glad i got to crank out this chapter for you guys 🖤 i’m excited to see how y’all are gonna react to shy girl’s orientation dinner…. 👀

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[or13m]

Waking Dream (fnaf) Chapter 015

You shook your arm violently as if that would somehow loosen your soul from the thread and fabric of the doll. It stubbornly refused, serving only to create an ache in your shoulders. You whined, not used to the feeling of pins and needles now bombarding the limb. Ice dropped into the pit of where your stomach should be. How long were you going to be trapped like this? Would you feel pain if someone threw you? You were a doll in a daycare, after all. How long would it take for a toddler to attempt to divorce your head from it's neck?

As the panicked thoughts continued to pile higher and higher, you continued to nosedive deeper and deeper. Even the telltale signs of familiar bells escaped your notice until a yellow face filled your fuzzy vision.

Great, now you were crying. A doll crying made about as much sense as a ghost crying, making your head hurt in conjunction with your heart.

"Oh dear! Sunshine!" Sun cried, his voice loud as ever but now you could feel his bellow vibrating through your tiny body. "Did you possess little you? Oh no, no, no, no! What happened?" Your heart lurched into your throat when he picked you up without thinking, unable to answer his rapid-fire questions as he continued to fret over you. You were mildly surprised by the feel of his hands. They were not the icy hard metal that you had been expecting, but warm silicone that were, admittedly, nice against your...

Well, it wasn't skin, per se, so...felt?

The afterlife really needed a training video...

"Maybe Captain Foxy knows how to unpossess things?" Sunny started to ramble, his movements getting more erratic with every passing second. "Oh, no, no! That wouldn't work! He was POSSESSED, so he wouldn't know how to stop possessing...right?" He continued to pace in front of the security desk in the daycare, cradling you tightly in his arms so much so that you could hear the fans through his casing. You could hear them spinning faster and faster until his voice was barely audible over the noise.

"Uh, Sunny?" you managed to squeak out, but failed to catch the bot's attention. He was quickly spiraling into the same hole you were slipping into, delving into all the "what-ifs" that could happen. What if you got dirty? What if a kid took you home? What if something fell on top of you? Would you get hurt? Could you feel pain?

Could you die again?

'Sun! I swear, I will take over if you don't calm down!' Moon threatened from within their shared space, but Sun's anxiety-riddled mind would not be quieted. With one final muttering about how HE was supposed to be the morbid one, Moon pushed a specific set of codes through. It took only seconds before he was in control, blue and silver replacing yellow and gold while Sun sank into the background with a distressed cry.

"How are you--nevermind," you wheezed, noticing the change immediately since Moon didn't have you smooshed up against his torso like Sun had. If Sun could force a takeover from Moon, then it made sense that Moon could do the same. "Is Sunny okay?"

Moon looked down at you, eyes squinting from the overhead lighting. His optics were not optimized for such bright areas. "He'll be fine. He's in 'timeout' to calm down," he answered, a slight smirk on his faceplate at the word "timeout". He could hear the faint grumbling from his counterpart, who was much calmer now that he'd been the program equivalent of "slapped" to his senses.

You hummed, looking down at the stubby hands you now had.

"You should enjoy it."

You looked back up at Moon after he spoke, a questioning tilt to your head. He rolled his eyes and sighed so heavily that it sounded more like a groan of pain than a sigh. "Starlight, stop thinking so negatively about everything. Babies don't know how to walk or talk right after they are born." He chuckled at the pout on your face at being compared to an infant. "You know what I mean."

You jolted as he began to move, making his way back to their balcony with you in his arms. It was...different to feel the air rush past you as you were lifted up onto the platform. When he walked through the curtains, you got to see what Sun had been preparing earlier. Your jaw dropped at the display, excitement swirling in your chest.

The bed--which was essentially just a mattress balanced atop piles of books--was buried under layers of fluffy blankets and soft pillows. Another stack of literature sat at the foot of the nest, supporting a large laptop with several DVDs splayed all over the floor as if they'd been haphazardly tossed there. The lights were already off, leaving only the gentle glow from the fairy lights strung across the ceiling like tiny stars.

"Sun thought you could use a pick-me-up," Moon explained as he made his way to the edge of the bed. He settled down into the mound of softness with you in his lap, the collection of movies within easy reach of his long arms. As he diligently sorted through them--humming every now and then when he stopped over a particular cover only to shake his head before continuing his search--you became acutely aware of just how much you could suddenly feel.

Their pants were soft. In the games, they were clearly made out of metal, but in this life, they were actually just billowy fabric. Fabric that enveloped you like a cushion, instantly making you want to sink into it and relax. The warmth coming from their body only helped to encourage that desire. The gentle whir of their systems was like a siren call beckoning you to melt like butter in their lap...

Except you couldn't. You were stiff as a board and freaking out about finally being able to TOUCH something, anything! The fact that SOMETHING just happened to be the robots you'd developed an unhealthy attachment to was making your figurative heart race and skip a beat...or a hundred. Could they tell that you were embarrassed? What if they figured out that you had crushes on them? Well, that wouldn't do. It could destroy your friendship with them and you didn't want things to get awkward, especially if you were stuck here for eternity.

Quick! Think of a distraction...

"What's Peter? I mean, is Peter Gregory?" you choked out, stumbling over the question that had been your primary objective earlier. Now, it was just a way to avoid thinking of how nice it felt to be in Moon's lap...

The lunar bot's grin tightened. You watched as his hands spasmed before picking up a particular disc and popping it into the slot on the side of the computer. You didn't get a chance to see the case that it had come from since it was too far and too dark for your little eyes to discern, but Moon was quick to take your attention by climbing further into the nest Sun had made and bringing you along for the ride. By the time he settled, he finally looked you in the eye and sighed.

"Gregory...was Peter's name before," he started with obvious hesitation. You tilted your head, curious, but said nothing so he continued. "When he was a child, he broke a rule in the daycare...and Sunny banned him for it." He chuckled here, his eyes unfocusing temporarily. You could only imagine the tirade Sun was having in their mindspace about some rulebreaker from the past. You knew that the sunnier animatronic was a stickler for such things. You had seen him chase Foxy around the daycare after the pirate had swiped some crayons and proceeded to draw  on the walls because he'd been bored. Banning someone from the daycare, however, was a huge step. What on earth had Peter done to achieve that level of punishment?

Still, what did that have anything to do with changing his name?

"Gregory is banned from the daycare, but Peter isn't," Moon answered your unspoken question, scarlet eyes shining in the dark. He appeared amused, as if what he'd said wasn't suspicious as hell.

"That's a dumb reason to change your name..." you mumbled, your own eyes narrowing at his reasoning. You were about to follow up with more questions when the opening theme song to the movie caught your attention. There was something familiar about it and you couldn't help but turn towards the laptop screen.

"Casper, the Friendly Ghost" popped up on the monitor.

Now, it was your turn to throw a tantrum, berating Moon for his choice in films and earning little more than a flurry of laughter from said bot as he easily took your soft punches and kicks.

"Ready for a movie night, Starlight?"

[389]

BLUNDERDOME AUG 2023 DJ MIX HOUSE / GARAGE / BREAKS / BREAKBEATS / BASS / TECHNO Dynetic - Changing Forces [Global Cuts – GC 36] DAWL - Beats Intravenous [Furthur Electronix – FE 015] Andy Toth - Temporal Distortion [Interdimensional Transmissions] Overmono - Bby [XL Recordings] Breaka ft. Adam Pits - The Show Must Go On [space•lab] Nocturnal Sunshine - Foundation [I/AM/ME – IAMME024V] Aaliyah - Rock The Boat (Mikey B Bootleg) Janzon - Poetry In Motion [Code Is Law] Disaffected - Sublimation [Palms Out Sounds] Anybody Anytime - Where The Head Goes (Ruff Mix) Dayzero - Daruma [Livity Sound] Static. - Back to the Start [Moot Tapes] Prince Josh - Let It Go [Nervous Records] Justin Jay - Swarm [Shall Not Fade] BFTT - iOSMIDI6_Droplets (broken iPhone in the club mix) [Mutualism] Colombo - Get Ready [Distorsion Records] Usurper - Back In Time (Baithead Remix) [Omertà Records] Mani Festo - Eraser [Sneaker Social Club] Pangaea - Fuzzy Logic [Hessle Audio] Hiroaki Iizuka - Beatpoint [ARTS] Overmono - BMW Track [Poly Kicks] Stenny - Lights On [ilian tape] White Afghani - Styrum [Noorden] Full track-list and links here: https://www.buymusic.club/list/ivnn-blunderdome-aug-2023

[rottensdoll]

PROMPT SIX: muse playlist.

#ROTTENSDOLL: lyrics written by chaea in another universe.

001. i am not a woman, i'm a god, halsey

i am not a martyr, i'm a problem

so i'll stay right here 'cause i'm better alone / yeah, i'm better all alone

002. nda, billie eilish

you couldn't save me, but you can't let me go / i can crave you, but you don't need to know

think i took it too far / when i sold you my heart / how'd it get so dark?

003. superscar, adéla

pretty girl, go on and cause a scene / prove how bad you need it, put on a show for me

maybe i should count myself so lucky, so lucky / all these dirty hands, they wanna touch me, so touch me

004. nightmare, halsey

i keep a record of the wreckage in my life / i gotta recognize the weapon in my mind / they talk shit but i love it every time

stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters / collected the pieces and picked up a dagger / i've pinched my skin between my two fingers / and wished i could cut some parts off with some scissors

005. gasoline, halsey

do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me? / do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me? / saying you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me?

i think there's a flaw in my code

007. control, halsey

and all the kids cried out, "please stop, you're scaring me" / i can't help this awful energy / goddamn right, you should be scared of me / who is in control?

i'm well-acquainted with villains that live in my bed

010. gibson girl, ethel cain

says he's in love with my body, that's why he's fucking it up / and then he says to me, "baby, if it feels good, then it can't be bad" / where i can be immoral in a stranger's lap

ugh... brief intermission for some commentary from the mun... this is one of the most chaea songs to me... actually, all the ethel songs on this playlist are so chaea to me... but this one perfectly summarizes her relationship with her hypersexuality... even if she doesn't realize it yet...

chaea is very dominant and forward with her sexuality and she feels empowered in her sexuality. she's never once felt as if she was being pushed into this image, or as if the company was sexualizing her. she's never once felt like men were the ones objectifying her. she was always willingly being sexual.. and it is true! a lot of chaea's choices are her own. really, she doesn't let herself get pushed around a lot... but that doesn't mean men aren't still sexualizing her, objectifying her, slutshaming her, using her to fulfill their own fantasies. because even an empowered doll is still just a doll in the eyes of men... at the end of the day, men still see her as an object, as a sexual being while she's left alone and empty...

chaea is an empowered women, but that doesn't mean she's still not a victim of men or of the male gaze. men prey on her hypersexuality, even if she doesn;t realize that yet.

and if you hate me, please don't tell me / just let the lights bleed all over me

011. strangers, ethel cain

i tried to be good, am i no good? / am i no good? am i no good?

ugh... another song that screams chaea to me. she really tried to be good, but at some point, she realized she wasn't any good. so she gave into the demons inside her... but deep down, she still wishes she was good

if i'm turning in your stomach and making you feel sick? / am i making you feel sick?

012. limp, fiona apple

and when i think of it, my fingers turn to fists

you fondle my trigger, then you blame the gun

015. dream girl evil, florence & the machine

am i your dream girl? you think of me in bed / but you could never hold me / you like me better in your head

i think this song is very chaea because a lot of men fantasize about her, and even some of the plots she has... men typically get obsessed with her! but... she's so much better in their heads LMAO she's extremely damaged, extremely self-destructive, a little bit mean... you might think you love her, but you could never hold her. you could never really love her.

but don't come crying / i am nobody's moral center

016. punish, ethel cain

whatever's wrong with me, i will take to bed

it has always been this way / i am punished by love

chaea thinks of love as cruelty, love as violence... she doesn't know love in any other form. most relationships she has are toxic, volatile, destructive, unhealthy. that's all she knows. she thinks of love as punishment.

017. a burning hill, mitski

i am a forest fire / and i am the fire and i am the forest / and i am a witness watching it

very accurate description of chaea's (lack of) emotional control/regulation... her self-destructive and impulsive behavior. when her emotions overwhelm her, it really does feel like she's a fire and the forest and the witness watching it—watching herself self-destruct, burn bridges. and there's nothing she can do about it, bc she's just a witness to her own self-destruction. she's really not in control in these moments.

[princess--misery]

[015]

The shepherd barely remembered the journey back.

His thoughts had been too full. His stomach still churned with nausea, the phantom scent of blood and rot clinging to his senses. The sight of the eye was burned into his mind, its unblinking pupil dilating as it watched.

He didn’t breathe easily until the door to his workshop shut behind him.

The android - ANG31 - was exactly as he had left it. Shut down. Still. Silent.

For now.

The shepherd exhaled sharply, pushing down the unease curling in his gut. He pulled the drive from his belt and crossed the room, plugging it into one of his old monitors. The screen flickered, loading data, parsing through scraps of a machine’s gospel.

He started reading.

The meat does not disappear.

His fingers tightened over the desk.

IT IS SENT.

He scrolled further, eyes scanning lines of text, raw system logs detailing the function. There was a teleporter inside the android. Each time it obeyed its command, the consumed flesh was transferred elsewhere - directly to the altar beneath D1.V1.N3.

It hadn’t just been eating. It had been offering.

The shepherd swallowed back the bile rising in his throat and kept going.

More logs. More records. More names.

One stood out.

PROPHET.

The shepherd’s breath slowed. He opened the file.

PROPHET.

THE FIRST DEVOTED. THE FIRST ASCENDED.

THE BODY OF ANG31.

THE FOUNDATION OF ANG31.

His jaw clenched.

The first sacrifice. The one they built the android from.

But it hadn’t been just "prophet".

He scrolled further, stomach twisting. The cultists - the "devoted" - had offered themselves as its first meal. A ritual. A process of creation through consumption.

His grip on the desk was too tight. He forced himself to breathe. Forced himself to think. Focus.

He had to find a way to stop this.

His fingers moved across the keyboard, searching for any kind of override. A failsafe, a shutdown function, anything that would let him sever the connection to D1.V1.N3.

But there was nothing.

No backdoor into the system. No way to stop the eye, the hands, the process.

Only ANG31.

That was the only thing he had access to. The first angel.

His teeth ground together as he pulled up its code structure, scanning through the details. The base programming was rigid - too focused, too devoted to its one purpose. But there was something else.

BIOMASS DETECTED.

ORGANIC INTEGRATION.

The shepherd frowned. The biomass wasn’t just for teleportation.

It was alive. Self-sustaining. Capable of adaptation.

Capable of growth.

His breath slowed.

It could have learned. It could have been something else. Something more.

But it hadn’t.

Because from the moment it had been created, from the moment it had opened its optics, from the moment its jaw had first clicked into motion - It had been given one order.

/CONSUME.

The shepherd sat back in his chair, staring at the screen.

He felt heavy.

There were no easy answers. No simple solutions. His mind was too full, too exhausted to process the next step.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. His eyes flicked toward the android, still suspended in the rig, motionless.

He didn’t trust it. Didn’t want to look at it.

But he also didn’t want to leave it alone.

So, when he finally let himself sleep, he did so in the same room as the machine that had only ever known hunger.

[014]

[016]

[progenycursed]

Is the secret the collector jar in background around page 10-11? Hinting at our loveable collector's origin?

Excellent observation! But not the secret as it was there in chapter 18 as well. Though 009 does have uses for that mold. That mold looks a little worse for wear though. I wonder how it go to be like that?

I would say it leads to an origin, but not in the way you might think. I'll give you a couple of things to consider:

I would suggest re-reading the 0 line KM notes. Specifically, the glitches present in 009. And the ultimate fates of 008, 010, and 015.

Kingsmold need regular maintenance. Due to the conflict between void and soul, they need to be checked that the two forces are in balance. If the soul it burning away the void, more void needs to be added to the KM. If the void is erasing the soul, the KM will need to be re-cast to keep the soul enchantments strong. To be re-cast, they need to be put back into the mold they were created in and have the soul coding be branded in again at much lower soul strength than the initial pour. Just enough to keep the soul enchanting fresh and functional.

And since the 0 mold was completely destroyed, as the Pale King said in chapter 12, has not been able to do maintenance on 009. Which is one of the many reasons he does not trust 009. All the other 0 line failed, and he can't properly maintain the last one. All the data he has points to 009 ultimately failing.

[inposterumcumgaudio]

Poedit Cut/Unused Content: TeaTime

Objectives:

Investigate the Park

Fill a Bucket

Refill Empty Power Cells

Quest Notes:

Look at all those pipes in the back of this park. I bet I could find some useful hardware there. But those little old ladies will probably scream their heads off if I do. Unless they're in an awfully good mood!

Fantastic! This pipe is leaking Motilene!

It would be easy enough to fill a bucket with the spill from this leaking pipe.

I hope this bucket doesn't spill. Or burst into flames, or something.

I can fill up all my power cells here!

Dialogue:

001 Crier_DB What do you think about Tommy Gainsborough?

002 Crier_NA So it's "Tommy," is it, now?

003 Crier_DB Constable Gainsborough. Sometimes I get carried away. Those shoulders!

004 Crier_NA I must admit he's got nice shoulders.

005 Crier_DB Couldn't you just imagine him picking you up and carrying you off!

006 Crier_NA You'd be helpless in the arms of a man like that.

007 Crier_DB But he wouldn't hurt you. You just know he wouldn't hurt you.

008 Crier_NA No. He'd be gentle.

009 Crier_DB And he wouldn't take his eyes off you.

010 Crier_NA No, he'd take care of you.

011 Crier_DB And those biceps…

012 Crier_FB He's a bit … he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer though, is he?

013 Crier_DB No. He's not. But until the moment he opens his mouth…. ahhh.

014 Crier_NA Constable Hogarth, though.

015 Crier_DB Little Billy Hogarth? Really?

016 Crier_NA I'm not sure how small he really is. Have you noticed his hands?

017 Crier_DB He does have rather large hands. But he's so quiet.

018 Crier_NA But it's the shy ones who catch fire, you know, upstairs. Because they hold it all back. And it has to go somewhere, doesn't it?

019 Crier_DB I never thought of it that way. I never even thought about Constable Hogarth, but now that you mention it… Woooooo! He does have something a little bit intense about him.

020 Crier_NA You see? He just makes me feel all warm inside. And a girl likes that feeling.

021 Crier_DB Oooh, look at what a darling girl has come to visit us! You'll stay for tea, won't you?

022 Crier_NA What a dear. I hope you'll stay for tea…

023 Crier_DB Here! Try my tea. It's my special recipe.

024 PC_Art This is … exceptional tea.

025 Crier_DB It's a bit of an acquired taste. But I can't get enough of it!

026 Crier_NA Oh, try mine! I'm sure you'll like it better!

027 PC_Art Are you quite sure this is actually tea?

028 Crier_NA We have to get a bit creative, at least until the next boat from India! Hah hah!

029 Crier_FB Here, try mine, and let's get to know each other better.

030 PC_Art Is it supposed to have those little … floaty bits?

031 Crier_FB Oh, dear, oh dear. The mice didn't get into my pantry again, did they! The poison barely puts them off.

032 Crier_DB He's so rude! I think he's a downer. DOWNER! DOWNER!

033 Crier_NA He doesn't care for us, does he? DOWNER! DOWNER!

034 Crier_FB What an awful man. I think he's a downer. DOWNER! DOWNER!

Odious MacClear Tea: Game/Blueprints/Pickups/Misc/AwfulTea_TeaTime This was in front of Col. Lawrence. I don't know, try it.

The tea party eavesdropper in "Thomasina House" originally belonged to this quest. Judging by Line 021, this might have been considered early on for being a quest that Sally could have undertaken in her act as well. The object was to distract the ladies from motilene infrastructure built into the park, but it looks like a quest similar to "The Vandals Took the Handle" where there's no way to "win" the interaction, only complete the quest.

Additionally, the Odious MacClear Tea was originally coded for this quest, probably as an item called Awful Tea, and repurposed as a world building element for the Col. Lawrence questline with the item description added (or appended to) at that point.

[henrysglock]

So when we see the number 10 multiple times on the show, is it likely a reference to 01?

Oh yeah, for sure, it's always been there!! "Lessons start promptly at 10", Scott's thing about "10 o'clock on a Saturday", 010, and now...

10 o'clock on a Saturday.

It's also fun to note the root codes of all the lab kids.

00: (000?) 001, 002, 003, 004, 005, 006, 007, 008, 009 01: 010, 011, 012, 013, 014, 015, 016, 017, 018...

Not sure what it means, if it means anything at all, but it's still funky to me that they'd choose this method of numbering/a triple digit system over a double digit system.

[slashcrz]

⎈ for luci and valencia pls ! <3

015. an encrypted letter

written in a half-forgotten made-up 'code', a clever word play that was thought up by the sisters once upon a time, when they would play pretend of times of peril. luciana, always the slowest of the 3, fancied herself a spy; it had been her idea to have a sister code. a language only they understood. maybe the others had forgotten entirely, but luciana had to be sure -

to val from luci

remember when we were kids && our biggest challenge was deciphering our own secret messages? somehow i remember how to do this. on the back i tried to replicate the key, good luck.

let's play a game. you used to love games, i haven't forgotten. if you can get through the encryption this far, and manage to write me back, i will tell you a secret of mine.

hear from you soon?

[bigbraidenergy]

— STAR SLADE GIFS !

STAR SLADE: in this pack, you’ll find exactly #214 gifs of star (1999) in cafe daughter. she is indigenous (metis) and vietnamese, and she is queer/sapphic (unspecified), please cast accordingly.

ACCESS: all of these gifs, including the colorings, were made from scratch by me. if you’d like to use these gifs, you can find them for download in the source code! if you plan on using them or found them useful, please give this a REBLOG

USAGE RULES: DO NOT edit ( resize, re-color, crop, etc. ), DO NOT use to rp anything gross, taboo, actual people / celebs, or minors, DO NOT claim as your own or redistribute them

TRIGGERS: drinking/being drunk (a few gifs in the later half of the pack)

EXTRA: these gifs meet @tasksweekly tasks #003 (gifs), #015 (indigenous peoples of the americas), #008 (period/historical)

[ms-boogie-man]

☦︎17TolucaLake☦︎

You guys, you lefties… you always think you just had an, "Ah Ha! Gotcha, conservatives!!" moment. You morons have been getting trolled by Donald Trump (POTUS) and his wording of stuff for decades now, though his gaming previous to '015 was not hitting home with you on as big a scale as it has since then

Look at the statement by Ian Jaeger

"… removing illegal immigrants that are currently on Social Security."

No one said anything about the illegals receiving anything. Read it again. But… illegals — and that is what they are, illegal criminals — are in the SS system. They are assigned accounts, no BC needed, and their presence in the system is being used to game the system in order for the political establishment to launder money from SS to other areas such as USAID, and then back to the benefit of the establishment themselves

*by entering the US thru border hopping, illegal migrants are indeed criminals. This according to the US Constitution, and I believe there is verbiage re: this in our CFR (code of federal regulations) Too, believe it or not, the area of DOGE currently being used by Elon Musk was dev'd under a different name but with the same capabilities and purposes by Barrack Hussein Obama 🦇😃

Sources: X22Report, And We Know News, Lisa B @ Hold The Line care of SpaceShot76 podcast. All can be found on rumble.com. All have been 110% correct and infallible; Dave @ the X22Report being infallible for over 10 years now. Compare that to the outright LYING going on at CNN, MSNBC, Reuters, NYT, WaPo, and every other mainstream media outlet that we have been factually debunking for decades. Too, I do my own research as We the People are the news now

When you little scamps get together in your little sewing circles (points her little index finger) you are worse than a gaggle of old crones

I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your souls