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mrdjnyc · 2 years

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Website : https://www.mrdjnyc.com/

Address : New York City & New Jersey, United States

MR DJ (Matthew) is professional wedding & event DJ based in New Jersey and New York City.

As a DJ who prides himself on an encyclopedic music knowledge and passion for sonic craftsmanship, finding the perfect tracks to soundtrack a couple's lifelong love is a privilege I don't take lightly. When soulmates pledge their hearts in New York City, the peak of human achievement in art, food, fashion and beyond, selecting songs to score their journey from first kiss to first dance and beyond is a creative challenge to relish—and a responsibility to nail.

Experience is essential. My hard-drive holds tens of thousands of tracks, time-tested across countless NYC weddings and events to ignite instant dance floor ignition or craft subtle shifts in mood. Classic party-starters? Check. Lesson-proof slow jams for first dances or parent-child moments? Double check. Decades of hits from every genre and era to cross boundaries and delight demographics? You can take that to the wedding banquet bank.

No two weddings are alike; nor are any two brides and grooms (or brides and brides, or grooms and grooms!). As a "music nerd" DJ, I take joy celebrating each couple's unique love story through the songs that score it. Whether a couple bonds over a mutual love of hip hop's icons, 80s pop's finest, or salsa's classic kings and queens, I've got crates on crates to custom-craft their perfect sonic journey. And let's not forget taking the temperature of guests who might inspire an impromptu singalong or make song suggestions I can skillfully weave in.

Professionalism is my middle name (right after "Music"). I arrive on the scene early with a range of pro audio gear, backup equipment and wireless tech to roam the room as needed. And whether your vision is an understated soundtrack or all-night dance party to make headlines in society pages, my savvy can elevate or recede as the tone dictates. My music nerdery may run deep, but my mission is crafting your dream wedding, not showing off my musical erudition. The reward seeing you, your beloved and your guests revel in each magical song selection is the real joy in what I do.

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brights-place · 9 months

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Trollex dating headcannons!

- OH GOD I'M SO IN LOVE WITH HIM AND HE DIDN'T EVEN GET MUCH SCREENTIME?!??! - HE'S JUST SO YFGBNV FVGHJUJHKKJ - SOMETHINGS WRONG WITH ME BUT HE IS SO CUTEEEEE - Dating this man isn't easy given that he's oh let me think... THE TECHNO TROLLS KING!??! - practices asking you out with techno beat drop who hypes him up - Trollex and Techno Beat Drop Button are best friends so it's obvious he's gonna talk to him about how he feels about you and how amazing you are when you start dating and when you weren't - You met at one of his raves you were dancing near the front with other techno trolls cheering - He loved your smile and how you danced around literally grinned wider when you two made eye contact - He told Synth to take over and wanted to get to know you... Literally swam towards you and welcomed you happily ( If your an different genre he would ask questions and if your an fellow techno troll he'd ask why he hasn't seen you around ) - He would try to find you the next day and successfully did with the help of his friends - Found you buying stuff at the market and purposefully bumped into you and talk to you more which worked out for him as he asked to hangout more which made you turn red since THE KING of TECHNO TROLLS was asking you to hangout - After like 3 Months this man would start to turn into an flustered mess for wanting to date you even after 3 months - Confess to you and asked to take you out on some dates you both where blushing but trollex was more confident since he practiced so hard on beat drop - First date was at another rave and the second date was him taking you to your favourite places he was so serious and planned everything out just for you which made you blush - Officially started dating on the second date which was quick.... - Kiss his freckles he'd giggle and look at you lovingly - loves you deeply with his large pixelated pink heart - Loves when you admire his body due to how cool it looks he likes how compliment his neon green hair, and his rainbow glowing bands of color on both arms - He doesn't have a single love language he uses gifts, physical touch, words and acts of service to express his love and care for you which is so much... - He makes sure your next to him in the DJ booth so he knows your beside him safe and also so you can be near him - After you've been together for a while he learnt how to identify whenever you need help so he just turn to look at you to know

- He would praise you whenever he can if he’s free

- When you talk about your interests he just nods and smiles lovingly at you <33

- kisses on his face makes him melt he just loves when you show him affection - He understands emotions so well so if you wanted to vent or rant to him he would listen and comfort you the best he can. - When he first started developing a crush on his future S/O aka YOU! he was able to tell pretty quick. - He realized as soon as the butterflies appeared in his stomach whenever they was around he just knew very fast and quickly!

- Would steal some of your stuff to wear out of boredom

- He loves holding your hand or even shows PDA Whenever he's stressed out, he likes knowing that you're there with him, and holding your hand is the perfect way for him to do that.

- he may be abit relaxed to his people but to you and in an private space he’s an ball of energy bouncing of the walls

- He usually shows himself as a calm and realxed dude for his partner but they know better. - he's the biggest softie around and will become comically flustered if this is brought up by them.

- would invite you to all his raves that he is being the DJ for… It’s all of them and you don’t miss an single one unless you aren’t into it he still likes to talk about it to you

- Night owl and early bird duo. Whenever he goes to bed late, you go to bed early and whenever you wake up late, he's up early.

- Tickle fights, chasing you around the beach when you steal his things, passionate kissing in the sand.

- Pepper kisses across your knuckles, the palm of your hand and wrist as he fawns over you, praising you without an second.

- He LOVES to show you off.

- He'll take you out and strut around with you on his arm like he won the lottery - Bliss and Laguna would gang up on him and tell you the stupid shit he did when they were younger up till now.

- will follow you around when you visit if he has the chance, he'll happily chatter away and keep you company

- takes great pride when you compliment or comment on the state of the castle or the decor for the raves - You wake up with him clinging to your ass in the morning

- If you call his name he will turns towards you with the biggest doe eyes and abandons all his duties to talk to you when you just wanted to ask where he put your jacket

- he was wearing it...

- When you go out on dates Trollex wouldn’t hesitate to kiss you on the cheek or lips and hold your hand.

- lights up when he sees you, who always has a new joke or dramatic story to share. - He could go on and on about how much he loves you to anyone who would listen.

#trollex x reader #trolls trollex #trolls band together #trolls x reader #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls dreamworks #trolls fandom #king trollex #trolls world tour #queen barb #poppy #branch #delta trolls #synth trolls #trollstopia #trollex #king trollex x reader

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pumpkinsy0 · 2 months

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Curly and Ponyboy as camp counselors!

Curly groaning about how boring this is going to be (and hating that his parole officer suggested the idea as a way to "help curly understand the meaning of responsibility.") but he locks eyes with Baby Curtis who's just as surprised as he is to be there. Pony informs him Darry signed him up because 1.) it was fee and 2.) it looks good on the state record so no social services breathing down their neck.

Ponyboy singing songs for the kids on the bus but Curly adding naughty lyrics to it.

Ponyboy wanting to be the responsible camp councelor and asks the kids if they know their medications or allergies meanwhile Curly is hooking up with the fat kid promising a single cigarette for two Twinkies a day.

Curly smirking and Ponyboy groaning. They have to share a cabin, which is fine but-----there's only one bed.

Ponyboy in a crop top and shorts? Curly hid his nose bleed, lying that he fell in the shower. (Pony doesn't recall a thunk)

The camp has a lake. Cool. Not all the kids can swim or are as excited. Ponyboy trying to get the kids to gently walk into the lake. Curly throws them kicking and screaming.

Lunch time rolls around and everyone pigs out. Curly likes the BBQ little weenies and Pony wolfed down those hot ham sandwiches. They have an activity hour. Curly likes to play on the jet skis (cause hey he's poor as hell and these rich people know how to have fun) Ponyboy likes to go to the art rooms. Yeah he can draw and paint at home, but there are so many supplies here and he likes the hour of peace and quiet.

Purly camping out? Lord help them. Yeah they bicker over how their tent is set up and to be honest, it looks like crap when they're done. The kids all have their tents set up and they scavenger hunt, roast marshmallows, and Curly told the most terrifying story of the Haitian equlivant of The Boogeyman and a couple kids cried.

Que Ponyboy glaring at Curly for the next hour and a half after lights out because so many campers are scared.

Because their tent is poorly built, they make a hammock and sleep under the stars snuggled under a big quilt.

"Hey, Curtis."

"What?"

"Brats are sleeping and there's a lake not too far away. Dare you skinny dip."

"No."

"C'mon, I'll do it too."

"No!"

(Pony made it up to Curly by making him a bracelet in arts and crafts that Curly snorted at but didn't take off the rest of the summer and wore it till it broke off in the spring of next year)

i remember talking about them being camp counselors like a good while ago, this gave me such a whiplash😭😭

one of the lyrics for the song pony was singing was “banged her-“ but she couldnt even finish his sentence before curly said “banged her🤔🤔i hardly know her🗣️”

and curlys that counselor that like, NEVER follows the rules but the kids still love him and get excited when they have him as their group leader

they like pony too but pony follows the rules more and theyre like “why cant u b more like curly” and ik curly rubs that in his face but pony does NOT care, hes not gonna b the reason y theres gonna b a real life equivalence of jason voorhees

also their groups r always together, like the whole point is for them to have separate groups but pony and curly just merged and formed one fucking gigantic one

ALSO CURLY ON THE JET SKIS REMINDS ME OF THAT TIME DJ KHALID GOT LOST RIDING ONE OF THEM, PLEASE GO LOOK THAT UP THATS SO CURLY FOR THIS AU LMAOOOO

BUT THE KIDS LOVE WATCHING PONY DRAW, they constantly ask him to draw something for them

curly scaring the kids w haitian monster stories??? so real,,, he told them about the lougawou and for the rest of the time there, the kids were just terrified of any dog like thing they saw snooping around near camp😭

btw funny of u to assume they would even have that conversation, ik their asses was having trouble even getting in the hammock let alone setting it up, they got some bruises and scrapes i just know it

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #purly #PaperCut ship

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dystopicjumpsuit · 10 months

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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 16

Falls the Shadow

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 3.9k

Warnings and tags: SMUT; hand job; service kink; command kink; fluff; bonding; angst; flawed characters; smoking/drug use (depending on how you HC death sticks); DJ chose violence after seeing one too many shitty fanon takes about Gregor; remember how I said Chapter 9 was the last of the heavy angst? I lied, I'm sorry.

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Summary: The strike team makes their final preparations for Balmorra; some difficult conversations are had.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings and "Do It Again," but all three fics can be read as stand-alones.

Between the essence and the descent falls the Shadow

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

Riyo awakened slowly, feeling blissfully relaxed and wonderfully safe. The gentle light of a Coruscant dawn spilled through the window, bathing the room in a golden haze. Her back pressed against something solid and warm, and soft breath fanned against her bare shoulder. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, and it tightened ever so subtly as she took a slow, deep inhale and shifted her body. Echo’s scent surrounded her, and she took a moment to revel in his nearness.

He stirred, and his lips grazed across the sensitive skin just where her shoulder curved up to her neck—right where he’d bitten her only a few hours earlier. She let out a small, content sigh and rolled back against him until their bodies were pressed fully against each other, his thighs tucked in behind her knees. He’d taken off his prosthetic legs the night before, and she felt a deep sense of happiness that he felt safe enough with her to put himself in that vulnerable position. His hand flattened over her belly, large and strong, and she couldn’t repress a smile when she remembered exactly how that clever hand had touched her the night before.

“You’re not a morning person, are you?” Echo grumbled quietly.

“Afraid so,” Riyo confessed. “Is that a deal-breaker?”

“Nobody’s perfect,” he said, shifting their positions so her head rested on the shoulder of his scomp-arm. “Besides, I’m in too deep to end it now.”

She sucked in a small breath. “Are you?”

“Mmm,” he said, stroking his hand down the curves of her waist and hip and pressing a gentle kiss behind her ear.

She rolled over to face him, gazing into his beautiful, sleepy eyes. His face was soft, and his mouth curved in a small smile that made her want to kiss him all over, so she did. She covered him in tiny, light kisses, her lips just brushing over his skin, as she swept her hands over the hard, wiry muscles of his torso, and lower. She brushed against his cock and found it rigid and hot, and she pushed back the blankets so she could see him as he rolled onto his back.

She began to tease him gently and soon discovered a strand of her long, lilac hair had somehow gotten wrapped around his shaft. She pulled it away carefully, and he hissed and thrust his pelvis away from the mattress.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked.

“No, it felt amazing. Do it again,” he said.

He probably didn’t intend it as an order, but Riyo’s breath kicked up, and she looked up at him with wide, startled eyes. She brushed her fingertips over him with the lightest touch imaginable, and he groaned quietly.

“Everything all right?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I just—”

He looked at her inquisitively.

“I liked it when you told me what to do,” she admitted. “When you—commanded me.”

“Did you?” he asked, a hint of speculation in his eyes. She nodded, and he smiled. “Lie down next to me. Rest your head on my shoulder again.”

She obeyed.

“Now touch me again, just like you did before. Nice and soft.”

She licked her lips and reached for his cock, barely touching his skin, circling it with her fingertips, drawing the faintest lines up and down his shaft.

“That’s it,” he rumbled. “Keep going.”

She did as she was told, tilting her face up to look into his eyes. His gaze was riveted on her small lazuline hand as she caressed his cock with utmost tenderness.

“A little harder,” he said.

She took him in a loose hold, stroking up, down; twisting her wrist slowly. His breath hitched, and he pressed his lips into her hair. She traced a fingernail lightly down the underside of his cock, and he moaned as his head fell backward onto the pillow.

“Harder,” he grunted. “And a little faster.”

She squeezed and began to work him at a steady pace, feeling a rush of slickness between her thighs at Echo’s commanding tone. She loved knowing that she was giving him exactly what he wanted—that even though he was giving the orders, she was the one taking him to pieces with agonizing precision, just the way he liked. His breath became ragged in her ear, and she shifted to straddle his thigh, desperate to find relief for her aching cunt.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Squeeze it harder.”

She tightened her grip and increased her speed. He wrapped his scomp-arm around her back and pulled her tight up against him. She rolled her hips, feeling the familiar tension begin to gather in her core muscles. He thrust into her hand, panting and moaning.

“Squeeze me as hard as you can,” he ordered, his voice tense.

She wrung his cock in her hand until she was sure it must be agonizing, working fast and hard as the muscles in her forearm began to cramp. Abruptly, Echo reached up and pulled her into a kiss, latching his mouth onto hers as a groan wrenched from his chest. His body convulsed, and she felt the hot spurt of his release jet into her palm, coating her skin in thick, glossy pearls of cum. Pleasure flooded her mind, nearly as intense as a physical orgasm as she felt him come apart in her hand. She continued to stroke him lazily as his cock softened, until his body relaxed back into the mattress and he loosened his grip on her. His breath came loud and rough, and an expression of utter bliss settled on his face.

She gave a satisfied little smile as she raised her hand to admire the shiny fluid covering her palm and fingers.

“Kriff me,” he panted. “You’re amazing.”

“What’s the plan?” Echo asked as he surveyed the retired mining vessel on which their entire mission depended. “New hyperdrive and weapons?”

Cerra had called it vintage; Echo thought she was being too kind. Antique seemed more appropriate. Or scrapheap.

“The hyperdrive will have to wait until I can steal—I mean, source one,” Cerra replied. Echo smirked as Rex narrowed his eyes and rubbed his temples. “This one isn’t the fastest, but it’s in good shape, and for this mission, sublight speed and maneuverability are more important. I figure I’ll upgrade the ion engine and the maneuvering thrusters while you install forward cannons.”

“Makes sense,” Echo said. “Shields?”

“It already has a pretty impressive shield generator onboard, probably to protect it from asteroid impacts,” Cerra said. “We can recalibrate it for plasma weapons. Should be able to withstand anything a standard Gozanti-class cruiser can throw at you.”

“What can I do to help?” Rex asked.

“Try to convince Echo that this plan is insane,” Cerra said in a sardonic tone.

Rex shrugged. “That’s why he’s the ARC trooper.”

The upgrades and calibrations took several days. As Echo and Cerra worked, Fireball and Nemec bickered good-naturedly about what they should name the ship.

“Jango’s Revenge,” Fireball suggested.

“Not bad,” Echo called from his position at the front of the ship.

“Bit on the nose, no?” Nemec objected. “Might as well hang up a sign that says ‘Clone Deserters Inside.’”

“Then you probably also don’t like Kamino’s Fury?” Fireball asked.

“Immediately no,” Nemec said.

“What’s your brilliant idea, then?” Fireball retorted. “Shippy McShipface?”

“Miner Blues,” Nemec said. “Get it? Because—”

“No puns!” Cerra declared from where she dangled beneath the ship, suspended by a work harness.

“Killjoy,” Nemec muttered.

“Did you call me?” Echo asked.

“What about Remora?” Fireball suggested.

“What does that mean?” Nemec asked.

“It’s a creature Commander Gree told me about once,” Fireball said. “He always used to read all about different animals from around the galaxy. Remoras latch onto bigger fish, like the leech vessel latches onto the main ship.”

“Clever,” Cerra called. “I like it.”

“You’re just siding with Fireball because he’s your favorite,” Nemec said.

“Guilty as charged,” Cerra said dramatically, flipping upside down in her harness so Fireball could see her as she blew a kiss at him. He ducked his head with a bashful smile, and she cackled as she hoisted herself back up and continued her work.

“I like it, too,” Echo said.

“It is pretty good,” Nemec admitted begrudgingly.

“What’s pretty good?” Gregor asked as he and Rex strolled into the shop, back from whatever Force-forsaken errand they had been running.

“We’re naming the ship,” Fireball said.

“Oooh,” Gregor replied. “I was thinking something like—”

“No puns!” Cerra and Echo yelled in unison. “Jinx—Double jinx!”

“Now what happens?” Nemec asked, looking from Cerra to Echo and back again, but they both refused to respond, each determined to win.

“With neither of them allowed to talk? I’ll finally get some peace and quiet,” Rex sighed.

Once the major upgrades were complete, Cerra turned her attention to the smaller repairs and maintenance tasks that were inevitable on a vessel as old as the Remora. As she worked, she had plenty of time to listen to Echo and Gregor hammering out the logistics of the Balmorra mission. As they refined the details of their plan of attack, Cerra grew more anxious. Everything relied on precise timing, and if a single thing went wrong, the entire operation could end in a bloody catastrophe.

She tried to take comfort in the fact that Gregor would remain on the Remora, but the closer they came to zero hour, the more she began to imagine the many ways the mission could fail. Her anxiety came to a head when Rex was abruptly called away to meet one of his endless mysterious contacts, meaning that he would not be accompanying them on the mission.

It was the night before the strike team was scheduled to depart. Fireball and Nemec had gone on a munitions run, and Echo was in the shower after a long day of cleaning the Remora’s life support conduits. Gregor sat on the sofa, inspecting a crate of grenades as he pulled out a few last-minute additions for his personal arsenal. Cerra flopped down next to him, and he immediately abandoned his task, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and tugging her against him.

“Sticking with EMPs?” she asked.

He nodded. “And maybe a few smoke bombs. No thermal detonators. Wouldn’t want to blow a hole in the ship and launch us all out into space.”

“Are you nervous?” she asked.

“Nah. This is a picnic compared to what I used to do in the war.” His thumb traced lazy circles on her shoulder.

“If it’s so easy, maybe I should be the one piloting,” she said, and his hand abruptly stilled.

“No.”

She tilted her face up to look at him. His jaw was set firmly, and his eyes held an uncharacteristic hardness.

“Why not?” she asked.

“It’s too dangerous,” he said.

“But you just said it was a picnic,” she argued.

“For me,” he said, pulling away and turning to face her. “Do you have any idea what kinds of missions they sent me on in the war?”

“Of course, I do,” she said, incensed.

“Then you should know I can handle this,” he replied curtly.

“I know you can,” she said. “I’m just trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me, Cerra!” he said, raising his voice. “I am a grown man. I know what I am doing.”

“I know that, but—”

“There is no ‘but,’” he said, rising abruptly from the sofa. “You need to stop treating me like I’m some weak, defenseless child!”

Cerra’s jaw dropped in shock. “That’s not—I don’t—”

“Do you think I don’t know that you’ve been trying to get Rex to bench me?” he snapped as he began to pace. “I’m not a fool.”

Cerra leapt up from the sofa. “I never said—”

“You didn’t have to!” he yelled. “It’s obvious that you don’t think I am competent!”

“That’s not true!” she exclaimed. “That’s not why—”

“Then why?” His voice was loud and angry, and something snapped in Cerra’s brain.

“Because I can’t lose you like I lost Fives!” she shouted. “Fuck! I can’t go through that again!”

“What do you mean by that?” he demanded, gazing intently into her eyes.

“I—I mean you’re my best friend, and it would break my heart if anything happened to you,” she stammered. “What did you think I meant?”

He stared at her a moment longer before his face hardened. “Right. And how do you think it felt when you ignored me and went waltzing off to Raada?”

“That was different,” she objected.

“How?” he asked. “Because you think I’m helpless?”

“No!” she exclaimed.

“That I need to be protected?” he continued without letting her get another word in. “That I’m not capable of making my own decisions?”

“You know I don’t—”

“Stop!” he shouted. “Just stop, Cerra. What was it you said about Raada? It’s not your call.”

He stormed out of the garage, and she heard the engine of the speeder bike start up and fade into the distance. Cerra dropped to the sofa and cradled her head in her hands, wondering how the kriff that had gone so spectacularly wrong. She jerked her head up as she heard a soft sound behind her, whirling to see Echo standing just outside the fresher, and from his expression, he’d heard everything.

She sprang off the sofa and stalked out of the garage, slapping the control panel to close the door behind her. It slid shut quietly, and she wished it were a hinged door so she could have the satisfaction of slamming it. The landing platform wasn’t the ideal location for brooding, but it was the best she could do under the circumstances. She found a rolled-up tarp and kicked it open, then flopped down on top of it. It wasn’t the cleanest, but it was a damned sight better than the filthy platform. She pulled a pack of death sticks out of her pocket and lit one, lying on her back as she took a deep inhale.

If there was one good thing about the deafening roar of Coruscant’s underworld traffic, it was that it was loud enough to drown out her thoughts. She willed her mind to empty as she stared up into the spiraling lights of the skylanes. She always loved watching the traffic. It was her favorite way to unwind after a mission—except usually Gregor was out here with her, sharing a bottle of spotchka and making her laugh until nothing hurt except her cheeks.

The door hissed open, and she rolled her eyes.

What do I have to do to get some gods-kriffing-damned privacy around here? she thought irritably.

Heavy, metallic footsteps approached. Echo crouched down beside her. She didn’t look away from the traffic.

“You know those things will kill you,” he said conversationally. “It’s right in the name.”

She exhaled a slow, steady stream of smoke before she answered. “I’m sure a blaster will get me first.”

“Fair enough,” he said, sitting next to her on the tarp. She held out the half-empty pack of death sticks in a wordless offer, and he silently waved it away before leaning back to look up at the skylanes. “Better not let Rex catch you with them.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about Rex,” she said, forcing her eyes to unfocus so the lights blended into an endless, eddying stream.

An awkward silence descended between them. Echo shifted uncomfortably next to her.

“You should have one,” she said. “It would give you an excuse to cover why you’re really out here.”

Echo laughed shortly. “Straight to the point, eh?”

She shrugged. “Diplomacy is for politicians. No offense.”

“None taken,” Echo said mildly. “Riyo would be flattered.”

“She should be. She’s a good egg. I’m happy for you two.”

“I didn’t realize you cared,” Echo said.

“Damn. Don’t hold back.”

“I can’t figure you out, Cerra.”

“Nothing to figure,” she said.

“I know that’s not true,” he said. “You and Gregor—”

“That’s none of your karking business,” she snapped.

He paused for a moment, then quietly said, “Fives would want you to be happy.”

Hot, fierce anger coursed through her, and she took a long, steadying drag of smoke before she answered. “So, what, I should just get over it?”

“I didn’t say that,” he protested. “I would never say that. Do you think I just got over it? I learned to live with it, Cerra, and it karking hurts, but I’m not the one lying out here on a filthy kriffin’ tarp, self-destructing and pushing everyone away whenever they get too close. Losing Fives taught me that it’s even more important to stick with the people who care about you.”

She let out a short, bitter laugh. “Fives was murdered by the people who were supposed to care about him.”

Echo blinked. “What do you mean by that?”

Her eyes snapped to him, an expression of bleak and utter devastation settling over her features. “Rex never told you, did he?”

“Told me what?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.

“Fuck,” she said. “That is just kriffing like him, not to say anything because he thinks he can protect you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded. “What happened to Fives?”

She took a deep breath, trying not to say anything she would regret. “What exactly did Rex tell you?”

“He—he said…” Echo trailed off. He stared into her eyes, and his jaw firmed. “Tell me what happened.”

She spoke slowly, her voice low and trembling with suppressed rage and grief as she told him everything: Tup, the executed Jedi, the malfunctioning chip, Fives’s investigation, the chancellor’s accusations, Fives’s final conversation with Kix, and what came after.

“He was confused and terrified, and they hunted him down and executed him like a rabid hound,” she said hoarsely. “His own brothers.”

Echo’s eyes were wide and horrified. “Who? Who was it?”

Cerra paused, realizing how dangerously close she was to sabotaging Echo’s relationship with Riyo. If he found out that the senator had been in love with the man who’d executed his twin, who knew how he would react? As far as she knew, Cerra was the only person in the galaxy who knew about the connection. She couldn’t betray Riyo’s trust like that. She would take the knowledge to her grave.

“I don’t know,” she lied. “Some Corrie.”

She ignored the quiet inner voice that pointed out she was making exactly the same choice as Rex did when he withheld information to try to protect his people. She didn’t care. She’d rather be a hypocrite than an oathbreaker.

“What the kriff?” he rasped. “Why didn’t Rex tell me this before?”

Cerra shook her head. “We didn’t know the full story until all the inhibitor chips activated at the end of the war. By then… we were just trying to stay alive.”

“Is that why you deserted?” Echo asked.

She glanced at him sharply. “Rex told you, did he?”

Echo shook his head. “It wasn’t too difficult to figure it out, once I knew you’d served.”

Cerra’s hand shook as she lit another death stick. “No. That’s not when I deserted.”

Echo waited quietly for her to continue, and dread swirled in her stomach in anticipation of his reaction. What would he do when he discovered that she’d abandoned her post—not after the disastrous end of the war, but before any of them even had a hint of the carnage to come?

She took a long drag and exhaled slowly. “I left after the battle of Coruscant.”

Echo was silent for a moment, and Cerra held her breath as she waited for the inevitable contempt and recrimination. No matter what he said, it couldn’t be worse than what her family had put her through, or the shame she had heaped upon herself since that fateful day.

“Why?”

She swallowed thickly. In all the time that had passed, nobody had ever asked that question, though she had had plenty of time to ruminate on it.

When she didn’t respond after a moment, Echo asked, “Rex said you don’t know how to back down from a fight. So… what happened?”

“Kix,” she whispered.

Echo frowned. “The medic? I didn’t realize you knew him that well.”

“He and Fives were good friends after Umbara,” Cerra said. “Kix was helping me investigate Fives’s death. He was so close to figuring it out…”

“Was he killed, too?” Echo asked, his voice hard and forbidding.

“MIA,” she replied. “Just… gone. After that, I just—I couldn’t—” She paused to take a few deep breaths before continuing. “I knew that something was wrong, something big. Tup, Fives, Kix—everyone who started investigating the chips either ended up dead or disappeared. And I realized that everything I believed in—everything I’d spent my life fighting for—it was a lie. So I ran.”

“You abandoned your post,” he said in a neutral voice.

“Like you abandoned the Batch?” she asked nastily.

He reared back as if she’d slapped him. “What the kark is wrong with you, Cerra? I didn’t abandon them. They’re just on a different path.”

She launched to her feet and strode to the edge of the platform, flicking her death stick butt into the abyss. She was being massively unfair, and she knew it, which only made her angrier. Her fists clenched, inadvertently crumpling the pack of death sticks. With a ragged scream of frustration, she flung it into the abyss. She swayed dangerously close to the edge, and Echo’s strong hand closed around her wrist and yanked her to safety.

She jerked away from him, glaring furiously. “Why won’t you leave me alone?”

“Because you’re my sister!” he snapped.

Her jaw dropped.

“What?” she asked, stunned. Echo took a step toward her, and she backed up automatically.

“I heard what you said that night at 79’s,” he said. His voice was rough. “I know you and Fives were married. He was my brother, Cerra, my twin. And that makes you my sister, whether you like it or not.”

She stammered incoherently, not knowing what to say or how to react. It had never even occurred to her that Echo would think of her as family—or even want to. He stepped closer to her again, and this time, she didn’t pull away.

“Family doesn’t just stand back and watch each other drown without doing anything to help,” he said.

“Mine did.” Her voice cracked on the words.

“Well, I’m not kriffing going to,” he said.

Her head ached, and her throat felt like it was closing on itself. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a broken, hoarse croak. There was so much pain in the sound that Echo’s eyes immediately softened, and he reached for her hand slowly, giving her plenty of time to retreat. She let him take her hand, and she realized he’d never touched her before that night.

“You have to let him go,” he said quietly.

“How?” she whispered, unable to force her voice to project.

“I don’t know,” he confessed. “Maybe we can figure it out together.”

Tears blurred her vision, and finally, finally, she allowed them to fall. She stepped close to Echo, and he wrapped his arms around her as she buried her face against his shoulder and sobbed. She wept for Fives, and for Echo, and for herself, and for everyone and everything that she had lost, and Echo held her until neither of them had any tears left to shed.

Next chapter

#echo bad batch #riyo chuchi #captain gregor #captain rex #clone trooper nemec #clone trooper fireball #oc: cerra kilian #star wars #the bad batch #bad batch fanfic #star wars fanfic #dystopicjumpsuit writes #stars beyond number

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maddymoreau · 8 months

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I read this interesting post:

https://www.tumblr.com/rocket-69/691648665881886720/its-sixxers-fallout-fallen-knight-let-me?source=share

That discusses how while Victor is a lovable character he's a product designed to lure Courier Six into New Vegas. This post got my brain juices flowing so bad I made Tumblr glitch with how much I tried writing in the tags. So I had to make my own post.

I find it EXTREMELY interesting how all the AIs Mr. House created while fun and lovable are also products.

Jane being a copy of Mr. House's favorite girl a starlet he dated before the Great War. She's designed to entertain him similarly to how the workers at Gomorrah "entertain" customers.

Jane: "Mr. House has a lot of needs, sugar. I take care of all of them, and a lady doesn't kiss and tell."

There's also an emotional aspect to the services she provides him.

If he wanted her just for sex he wouldn't have specifcally scanned her brain. He could've gotten anyone. While famous Jane wasn't even a star but a starlet. A young actress with aspirations to become a star.

While he might have liked Jane's personality which is why he picked her. Ultimately their relationship was a business transaction.

Raul: "She said they never, um... don't make me spell it out, boss. Anyway, she said all he wanted to do was scan her brain and make her dress up in different outfits."

Mr. House scanned her brain to create an artificial relationship (separate from the real Jane) designed to satisfy his needs post Great War. Mr. House had the technology to save the real Jane but chose not to.

A lot of people also seem misunderstand the reason why Mr. House doesn't have sex with Jane. It's because he physically COULDN'T.

Ignoring cut content. Mr. House was already attached to the machine keeping him alive. He's connected to an Electrode-studded command helmet on the day of the Great War.

It's how Mr. House protected New Vegas:

Raul: "I remember there were some weird stories about him, especially near the end." NEAR THE END.

Mr. House takes Jane's personality to the EXTREME. Designing her to stoke and inflate his ego by being able to only say positive things about him. Jane is a product designed to provide Mr. House a service all while managing his snow globe collection. She doesn't even respond when the player says goodbye to her.

Then there's Mr. Vegas who was an AI created before the Great War. A charming DJ for Radio New Vegas to play music but also spread the news.

Mr. House also did to the same to the tribes by turning them into The Strip AKA a money making product.

He molds people into exactly what HE wants for his benefit.

The BIGGEST example of this was Benny! However that didn't work because Benny is human. Benny had his own ambitions and desires.

Mr House: "I have to think that he found out about the Platinum Chip and mistakenly convinced himself that he could use it to his own ends."

Mr. House even flat out admits it to the player.

Mr. House: "Benny has led the Chairmen ever since I recruited his tribe seven years ago. Until his recent misbehavior, I'd planned to make him my protege. Maybe if I'd begun grooming him sooner, none of this would've happened..."

Protege meaning a person who is guided and supported by an older and more experienced or influential person. He wanted to GUIDE Benny into a specific role. Which the player can even ask about.

Courier Six: "What use would you have for a protege?"

Mr. House: "To achieve my aims, I require a capable human agent to perform certain . . . tasks."

HE DOES THE SAME WITH COURIER SIX!!!

Testing them to see if they can get to New Vegas on their own.

This awesome post goes into more details about it:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/741007168343588864/veronicaroyce-it-always-bothered-me-that-mr?source=share

Mr. House even mentions you being a more-than-suitable replacement for the role he wanted Benny in.

ALSO during your first meeting with Mr. House this exchange can happen:

Courier: "Why the VIP treatment? I'm just a courier."

Mr. House: "Oh, don't be coy. You've been playing a high-stakes game ever since Victor dug you out of the ground. Don't be afraid to admit it."

DON'T BE AFRAID TO ADMIT IT. HE'S TEACHING YOU!!!! HE'S GUIDING YOU INTO THE ROLE HE WANTS!!!

Mr. House: "You see that you and I are of a different stripe, don't you? We don't have to dream that we're important. We are."

While Mr. House may act like he's above feelings and relationships. HE'S NOT!!!! It's why the player's karma can affect his ending SO MUCH!!!!

Another incredible post discussing it:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/740922764666585088/veronicaroyce-something-i-think-a-lot-about-is?source=share

A lot of people think Mr. House is an idiot for picking Benny but people forget Benny's drive. Hell just rewatch the intro cutscene where he shoots Courier Six.

Mr. House being human is also WHY he picks Benny despite Swanks being far more loyal. Swanks is an unimaginative employee.

MR. HOUSE LIKE'S BENNY'S PERSONALITY. HE NOT STUPID HE KNOWS WHAT BENNY PERSONALITY IS LIKE!!!

Mr. House: "I have a certain tolerance for greed. I expect my business partners to be self-interested - but smarty so."

However he misjudged Benny and even admits it.

Mr. House: "Obviously, I miscalculated his drive for supremacy."

In the Yes Man ending we learn.

Yes Man: "I found some code snippets in one of Mr. House's databanks that will let me, um, reprogram my personality! To be a little more assertive, basically!"

Meaning while small Mr. House has programming to allow characters like Victor and Jane free will. He WON'T use it though because he wants the specific services and relationships they provide him.

HE'S A WEIRDO CONTROL FREAK WHO ACTS LIKE HE'S ABOVE HUMAN EMOTIONS BUT HE'S NOT AND I LOVE IT!!!!

In the ending with high good karma it even says: "Mr. house afforded him/her every luxury at his disposal in the Lucky 38, out of gratitude - and a quiet sense of pride for his choice in lieutenants."

Of course because of his ego (look at the obituary that appears when he dies) but GRATITUDE. Spoiling Courier Six with all the luxuries he can provide doesn't sound like a basic employee and employer relationship he likes to act like what they have is.

Mr. House: "In any case... this is an employer - employee relationship. I've given you an assignment, and the directions are clear."

If you want to take the G.E.C.K script notes into consideration they even says:

Mr. House: ''You know, I've had thousands of employees in my time. Few met my expectations, fewer still surpassed them.'' {You know, I never had much time for a family - if I did, you'd be the daughter/son I wish I'd had. Benny was almost like a son to me, but well...}

Courier Six being loyal to Mr. House means so much more to him then he'd ever want to admit. EVEN AT THE END OF THE GAME WHEN THE PLAYER HAS FINISHED THEIR WORK AT THE SECOND BATTLE OF HOOVER DAM HE AUTOMATICALLY GETS EXCITED DISCUSSING THEIR NEXT PLANS!!!!!

#Courier Six doing and being exactly what he wanted them to be allows Mr. House to feel comfortable with them.#I wanna ramble about this emotionally stunted 261 year old man HE'S SUCKS SO MUCH I LOVE IT *EXPLODES*!!!!!#Please correct me I'm wrong about anything or just talk about him with me akjdlfhnov; s #Anytime I make a long analysis post about a character I get nervous that I missed a detail that would contradict everything I wrote.#Fallout New Vegas #Mr. House #MadisonPlaysFalloutNewVegas #Long Text #GhostCoupleofVegas

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monty-glasses-roxy · 8 months

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Has Roxy or any of the others ever attempted to actually kill Gregory for real after everything, be it for shattering them or allegedly trying to kill Cassie or something else? If yes, how? How did it go? What or who stopped them? How was the aftermath of the whole thing?

Kill Gregory? No. Severely tempted, but no attempts.

Freddy however? Yes. Absolutely.

This got long so I'm putting it under a cut.

I think it would be really funny if DJ accidentally almost killed him. Least likely you'd think to do it, but he saw him near the others in the Fazcade and saw red. And by saw red, I mean he kinda just slapped Freddy across the room and wasn't paying attention to how much strength he put into it lmao. That or he picked him up and yeeted him, also not paying enough attention to how much power he used. Roxy checked him and was genuinely disappointed it just almost killed him

On that note, Roxy has made an actual attempt. If Freddy did his fucking job none of them would have had their parts taken, the Plex may not have gone to ruin, and Cassie may not have even gone to the Plex looking for Gregory to get to be dropped like she was, nevermind the fact if Freddy was with him he should have stopped him again. She's mad. Baby on the warpath lmao

She said she wanted to have a real conversation with him about what went down and he agreed to meet her at the salon maybe. Or maybe the room where Bonnie's body was for the added meaning if this is a timeline where Roxy was forced to deactivate him in there. Like "this is the room I had to deactivate your boyfriend in." and he's like "wot" and yeah that'd be dramatic as fuck. Anyway, she tricks him into meeting her, she beats the everloving shit out of him, targetting the areas the rest of them were hurt in the most (including Cassie), then rips his battery out for Bonnie. Of course, he deactivates with no power source and that's when she has the opportunity to actually kill him but she genuinely can't bring herself to do it. She's not a killer at heart, she couldn't do it.

Instead, she drags his ass down to parts and services and if it's doable, she removes the upgraded parts from him and replaces them with the old ones he had. Lets some automated repair thing do its job and fucks off. He's fine. She barely had a scratch on her despite him obviously fighting back so it's easy to brush off.

Oh you know what actually? Imagine that, but Bonnie did it.

Can you imagine that? Bonnie loved him. He's realised what's happened, what really happened, and that Freddy did nothing. The utter betrayal, the sheer grief of what he's done... if he still has the parts, it makes him boil to look at him and see Roxy's eyes looking back at him, hear the slight clicks from Chica's voicebox when he speaks, and Monty's claws waving at him.

He does the same as I mentioned. He doesn't say a word to anyone. He says he wants to talk to Freddy alone about everything that's happened and Freddy, of course, agrees. He still loves him after all. He'd do anything Bonnie asked of him, making it a little too easy to get him by himself.

If the bit about Roxy deactivating him in that room behind the bowling lanes is true here, that's where he takes Freddy. He tells him what happened here and Freddy doesn't really know what to say. Clearly, he's upset that Roxy did that though. He'd assumed it was Monty. Bonnie tells him that he's caused enough pain and it's about time someone put an end to it. Freddy doesn't understand until Bonnie jumps him. He yells that this is for Chica as he goes for the voicebox, this is for Monty as he breaks his wrists, this is for Cassie as he struggles and rips his leg out of the socket, and this is for Roxy as he destroys his eyes.

He puts his hand on Freddy's battery through the ruined stomach hatch doors. "And this is for me." he growls, tears falling fast. Freddy goes still when the battery is removed. Bonnie moves to his head where all of his personality chips are stored. "This... this is for us..." he says even though he can't be heard. He tries... but he can't do it. He's been screaming and crying this whole time as he gives him what he feels he deserves, but this hurts more than before this so called justice was served.

He can't do it. Freddy's face is stained with tears too. He just can't bring himself to do it. Everything hurts so much.

Finally, Roxy and her Minis show up. Either they only just saw him through the walls, or Helpi alerted her to something being up if she doesn't have her fancy eyes now. She finds him on his knees, clinging to Freddy's head and scream sobbing into him. She doesn't know what to do for a long few moments, but eventually goes to his side to offer the most support she can.

She doesn't exactly cover up what happened. She just makes sure Freddy ends up in parts and services and doesn't say a word. Not like anyone's gonna ask. She does alert the others that Bonnie could do with some love and they have him buried in support before he can blink. Cassie gives him doctor's orders to stay in the Fazcade with everyone and he ends up camping out there for maybe a month or two minimum. He says he wishes he'd done it, but he also cries about how he had no idea why it would help. He tells them what happened, even though Roxy doesn't mention it and yeah he's not leaving their sight for a good while now. Not cause he might try again, but so they can make sure to be there for him when he's struggling instead of letting his emotions fester into this.

On another note, I think the Minis could make an attempt. There's enough of them to overwhelm Freddy if need be and it would be incredibly unexpected. Poppet the one leading this one, Freddy is disabled somehow by them but not deactivated. Poppet's reaching for his chips to destroy them, when Roxy barrels in with Bobbin and Tippy. They were set to distract her but they both cracked like eggs and she came to put a stop to it. They don't understand why she'd do that or why she'd care about whether Freddy lives or dies, and the truth is, she doesn't. But is Freddy worth having blood on their hands forever? Is he worth having to deal with that for the rest of their lives? Wouldn't it be more satisfying to not let him take the easy way out of this? Is he worth robbing Chica, Monty, Cassie, Sunny, Moon and DJ of their own justice?

If this works, Freddy thanks her... and immediately gets punched hard enough his head does a full 360. She didn't fucking save him. She just made sure her oldest friends knew he wasn't fucking worth it. If he goes anywhere near the Minis again, they're gonna be the least of his fucking worries.

Anyway, the aftermath of all of these (except DJ's since he recognises that was an accident) is that Freddy realises he's not safe here. Be it because of Roxy, the Minis or Bonnie, he no longer feels safe. Or maybe he does because he believes they've got it out of their system and/or was deactivated before he realised they were gonna kill him. Bonnie's hurts the most though. The betrayal hurts like hell and he wonders if this is what all the others felt when he left them. He just now considers that maybe he deserved this... I mean he doesn't, but he's gonna start Thinking about it at least. I think Bonnie is the only option that would really upset him. He could expect this kind of shit from Roxy and the Minis, but Bonnie? Never.

It was supposed to be Freddy and Bonnie, forever and ever... but apparently, forever doesn't last as long as he thought it did.

Anyway, Gregory would be furious, I don't think that'd go over well at all, and Vanessa would.... probably also be a little mad, but incredibly torn cause like. Yeah. She can see why. She really hates being stuck in the middle of all of this...

That's just some ideas to chew on though. I'm not sure it would ever come to this kind of thing, but you never know! Could be a fun story! Especially for pain and misery!

#it's 6am now my nightshift at the haunted pizzeria is over now lmao #anyway #pop rox answers #electing not to put this in any major tags. just in case

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randomrabbidramblings · 2 years

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Thanks to Bwahstrella's... questionable policies about her clients' privacy here's her quotes:

Not quite spoilers, but if you want to catch them yourself, don't go ahead. No spoilers about the DLC, just lil' trivia about the characters. There's A LOT of them, I don't even think you could get all of them in a couple of playthroughs, I may have missed a bunch, so if you find some I didn't let me know!

"Augie lives in fear his villagers will discover that their emergency food supplies are just bags of nacho cheese sauce."

"Augie was supposed to build a new temple, but he blew the funds on booking DJ Cheep Tuna for his birthday."

"I foresee Augie will be put on a "performance improvement plan" for using the lighthouse to cook a rotisserie chicken."

"Tell Augie our service hotline is not a free consueling service."

"Find out wich intern told Augie he was doomed and fire them. He is calling like a lunatic now."

"I foresee Augie wearing sweatpants to his parents' anniversary after forgetting to try on his suit until the day of."

"Orion's next cargo ship will catch fire after Salesbot's crates of "furniture parts" turn out to be illegal fireworks."

"I foresee Orion being swallowed alive by a Shovel-Nosed Gobblegazer while star fishing. He REALLY needs a new hobby."

"Magnesio and Vanesia sold MANY "prosperity crystals". The catch? They were ICE crystals. Rabbids got water in the mail."

"I sponsored Telesio in a book-a-thon fundraiser. He read every book in the Winter Palace - TWICE! Cost me a fortune."

"Each postcard of Dr. Vent is stranger than the last. That Rabbid is in dire need of a vacation."

"The balls they throw at the Winter palace are like knitting circles compared to the ones they had there back in my days."

"Woodrow is to recieve terrible dating advice until he rescinds the 5% fortune telling tax on Palette Prime!"

"Woodrow's ex-girlfriend couldn't even read a greeting card inscription without breaking into hives, poor thing."

"The Fates are many, and their voices discordant, but on this ONE thing they agree - they HATE Woodrow's poetry."

"When Woodrow needed money he wrote crude limericks under the name "Bell Chur". Oddly they brought only good luck."

"If Woodrow calls, tell him I am in a seance - DO NOT take a message, especially if it rhymes."

"Yes, it is bad if Woodrow's next poem destroys the galaxy, BUT if we don't have to hear it - mixed blessing."

"Lots of Rabbids from Palette Prime are calling for advice. Woodrow must be working on a new poem. SHUDDER."

"Tell the Palette Prime office I'm eagerly awaiting fresh gossip from the Spellbound Woods about Sweetlopek an the Dryad."

"I foresee the Dryad and Sweetlopek making a fortune selling fall-themed "farmhouse chic" pinecone wreaths to tourists."

"A certain Spark Hunter who is as dense as her name implies owes me for damage to my vacation home on Palette Prime."

"I didn't say Salesbot smuggles artificial pumpking spice into Palette Prime, but I also didn't NOT say it."

"The "authenthic" Paletteville Plaza Farmer's Market scented candles I bought from Salesbot smell like rotting garbage."

"The premium for poetry-related accident insurance on Palette Prime is six times that of our other locations!"

"A golden acorn of opportunity will fall in your lap while you are asleep. It will be eaten by a vole."

"Bea reports that "Madame Bwahstrella Doom n' Bloom Boquets" are a very popular item between mortal enemies."

"Bea's music made a small comeback after DJ Cheep Tuna sampled it for Darkmess Cheese Barber Wrap Tunnel Disco party."

"Tell my publicist to invite Galaxy Confidential to my Doomy Awards dinner party, then seat the Phantom near Bea."

"You didn't need to be psychic to predict the Phantom dumping Bea for one of her backup dancers, but would she listen?"

"Tell Alkementor I need a case of red banana-kumquat-star apple mineral fusion water for my Doomy Awards afterparty."

"I see Sullivan going dateless at the Engineer's Ball if he does not stop blowing me off for his stupid train."

"If Sullivan calls, tell him I'm having lunch with a handsome salesman who prefers electric trains over steam engines."

"Sullivan sent roses to apologize for calling me "vile rabble" after I said his steam train was a "ridiculous fossil"."

"Everywhere I go at the Everbloom I am asked. "Do you foresee more overtime in my future?" Hard to relax."

"I foresee Momma being thougher than leather and harder than steel, with an itch for action and living like there no tomorrow!"

"I wouldn't want to be a certain Spark Hunter when Momma catches up to them with an itch that only revenge can scratch!"

"Tell our Barrendale Mesa location they are absolutely NOT to close during "Big Momma's Bike Rally and Chili Cookoff."

"I foresee Gerspard moving into his Neo-Figurative Hyper-Expressionist Retro-Futuristic Tabloid phase to rave reviews."

"Rabbid Peach wants HOW MUCH for a sponsored post?!"

"Someone tell Rabbid Mario we do not use male models for our gift catalogues before he sends us any more beefcake shots."

"Prof. Backpack's lecture series is postponed until he can find a commercial spaceflight with room for his backpack."

"Can someone remind Salesbot he does not work here? He keeps popping in to help himself to our breakroom snacks."

"My competitor, Madame Bwahstrodamus, could not predict yesterday's weather if she had a newspaper."

"Find out how many lanes the bowling alley in Madame Bwahstrodamus' mansion has so I can build mine with twice as many."

"Sigh... Have my body double do the autograph signing. I need a vacation..."

"I see a new personal assistant in my future if my chicken cheesesteak is cold like last time."

"Curses, hexes, evil eyes... Fortune-telling USED to be fun. Now the Fates most rely on algorithms and statistics."

"I'm Doomed, My Partner's Not - my self-help guide for couples, it's due out this spring."

"Life is short - doom well, doom often, doom much."

#im done skimming youtube videos lmao #rabbid #rabbids #mario rabbids #mario rabbids sparks of hope #mario+rabbids sparks of hope #mario + rabbids #mario+rabbids #mario + rabbids sparks of hope #sparks of hope #sparks of hope dlc #tower of doooom #madame bwahstrella

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oooo i’m so up rn bestie… if you’re doing the mini fic!!! deckai with 7 or 16 please?? 😙

Deckai

7: things you said while we were driving

They have been buzzing about the road trip ever since the beginning of the semester, with all coming from different European countries (”For the record, lads, I think Brexit sucks,” Declan said before neither Kai or Jurrien can tease him about it)—

they really want to experience the popular meme of 'in America, if you're driving for three hours, you will still be in Texas', except they're not in Texas and Jurrien is not with them yet, because he has to stay hospitalised for one more week after getting some food poisoning.

“What?” Declan asks, eyes darting quickly from the road to grin at Kai, who was caught staring. They just took off from their first service areas, where they refilled the atrocity that is American's energy drinks and more popcorns.

Kai grins back. “Sorry, it's just that you're the most animated person I've ever known.”

“Yeah? Is that a bad thing?” Declan asks again, easily, so unlike the stereotypically serious and polite Brits. So humbling in a sense for Kai, who, at the age of 19, is hit by reality that he hasn't met a substantial number of people.

“Not at all. It's… interesting.”

Declan laughs, loud, like he's taken aback by the choice of word.

“You know, in England,” he says, blue, blue eyes twinkling, “when you say 'interesting' about someone, it can either mean you actually find that person interesting or the opposite.”

“Oh.” Kai blinks. He definitely didn't mean the opposite. “I didn't—”

“I knew you didn't,” Declan says in a voice that always turns extra softer when he wants Kai to know that he doesn't take any offence from Kai's warped way to communicate in English. “You wouldn't do that to me.”

The radio DJ is filling in the silence, asking his listeners about what are they going to have for dinner.

“Steak,” Kai answers, “for dinner.”

“Couldn't agree more.” Declan nods. “How do you like your steak, then?”

“Well-done.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Kai swings one long arm to swat at whatever of Declan's upper body he can reach, only Declan grabs his hand when it gets near his forearm, and they faux fighting for a second before Declan opens his palm and entwines their fingers.

Kai is supposed to be in love with Jurrien. Declan knows better. Neither is willing to let go first.

#one thing abt me; y'all gotta keep up with my previously posted fics lol #deckai #Declan rice #kai havertz #football slash #football rpf #je suis #ask meme #love triangle uni au

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flannelepicurean · 9 months

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Fic Excerpt: Holiday Rush

Okay. So. Not that long ago, I started finally doing a Coffee Shop AU in the DBZ space, and it got completely out of hand (like they do) and became a dystopian-humor meditation on corporate customer service work, with light smut. Also, the latter half of it turned into a Christmas/holiday special, because...it got completely out of hand, and by then, it made PERFECT SENSE for Frieza to put them under an insane holiday sales rush challenge with the abolition of the heinous indentured servitude contracts for Raditz and Vegeta as the year-end prize.

I have NOT finished the entire piece in time for this Christmas, because there is A LOT of it, and I hope to have it completed in time for next year.

But SWEET BABY GOKU IN A GODDAMN MANGER, I really, REALLY need y'all to come with me on the journey of "Goku's 'True Meaning of Christmas' Speech, and the Subsequent 'Spirit Bomb of Social Media' Event" moment. AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!😂😂😂

Here go:

Goku grumbles a fierce, “This isn’t right,” and turns off the blender.

Vegeta’s heart stops. The floor tilts. “Goku,” he pleads, “Goku, no...wait...don’t go! DON’T LEAVE US, GOKU!”

Goku marches out from behind the counter, heedless of Vegeta’s anguished wailing, strides to the center lounge, kicks a stack of magazines from a low, circular table in the Chipper Chat & ChillⒸ Zone, and leaps atop it. Waves to Puar at the DJ station, and raises his hands as a triple volley of air horn sound effects blares throughout the shop.

In the stuttering hush that descends, Goku calls out, “WOULD YOU PEOPLE LOOK AT YOURSELVES?!”

“Goddammit,” Raditz whimpers into Vegeta’s hair.

“Chums,” Goku pleads, “this isn’t Chipper! This isn’t Cheerful! This isn’t holiday! Don’t you see what’s happening? Can’t you see what you’re doing?”

A portly gentleman in the crush by the front snaps, “I’m trying to get a fucking coffee!”

Goku flings a double-underline of athletic arms and emphatic palms toward the counter, hits the customer with a heartfelt, “And they’re trying to give it to you! Don’t you understand?” He looks around at the crowd, reminds them, “A lot of you are regulars here! You know these guys! They’re YOUR guys! And you’re their Chums! But you’re not acting very Chums right now, you’re acting like dicks!”

Vegeta slumps forward, rests his forehead in his hands with a massive sigh, and Raditz follows, keening against the top of Vegeta’s head.

Goku explains, “Okay...you may not know this, but these guys are corporate wage slaves—and I mean literally, it is only just barely technically not illegal, but I’m telling you, I’ve seen the paperwork, and it is fucked up. But you know what? They still come in here every day—EVERY DAY—and try to give you a good experience!”

A green-skinned guy swathed in black, with heavy eyeliner and skull-shaped beads stacked up his antennae quips, “What about the pointy one?”

Goku raises an eyebrow. “Vegeta?” Sweeps a puzzled gaze over the crowd. “I mean, he’s always been pretty cool.”

A woman in a festive sweatshirt with blinking lights fires back, “OH, NO HE HAS NOT!”

Vegeta lifts a weary gaze and heaves a deflated “Hey, I’m trying, okay?” over the counter.

Goku points out, “And I’ve seen some really good comments on the customer satisfaction survey cards, so it seems like that’s working out, huh?”

A throaty voice only a little like Bulma’s calls out, “Yo, he didn’t even yell at that dude who just said he was shitty!” from somewhere near her position in the throng.

Heads perk up in the crowd. A ripple of chatter begins anew, with more question marks than exclamation points.

Goku’s fingers flex as though preparing to fly across a whole fleet of blender buttons. His frame begins a subtle bounce on the balls of his feet as he calls out, louder, “And Raditz assistant manages the heck outta this place! If you were in literal corporate bondage, would you spend extra time keepin’ it fun?” He throws a wide shrug at the assembled patrons, inquires, “Who here hasn’t enjoyed at least one wild specialty drink at Chipper Cup?” Aims a finger into the mass of holiday shoppers, rings out, “You! You there! Bro with the phone!”

Vegeta’s voice clamors, “Yeah, please stop filming this, Phone Bro,” just as Goku continues, with twinkling zeal, “Didn’t you show up like a hundred times for the Cotton-Eye Joe?”

“Yeah,” the man answers, with a wry twist of expression that slews the crisp shape of his goatee, “that thing was gross as fuck, dude.”

Goku returns a wilding grin. “But it was funny. Right?”

The man pauses, wide-eyed. Then drops his head and slips his phone into the pocket of his down vest with a contrite, “...Yeah.”

“And you started that viral video challenge because of it!” Goku chimes into the space. Demands, “How many new followers did you get from that?” and immediately steams on, “This is what I’m saying, people! The guys at Chipper Cup don’t just serve it up hot, and chill, and smooth, and whipped, and steamy, and—”

Vegeta snaps, “Goku!”

Goku shouts, “They spread cheer!”

A bouncy co-ed with tinsel worked into her nearly floor-length twists, and a parade of glitter dazzling above her wide, dark eyes squeals, “And that’s the true meaning of Christmas!”

Goku pauses. Considers. Responds, “Well...kinda. But NO!” He whirls toward a new zone of the sales flow floor set, his face a grim citadel. “The true meaning of Christmas is CORPORATE CONSUMERISM. For the people you love!” He pulls his fists against his chest, presses the shoppers with his earnest insistence, “And everybody out here loves those two handsome, hardworking baristas back there... So come on and start corporate consuming so we can save their Christmas!”

The shop erupts in a resonant clamor of cheering.

Goku raises his arms aloft, commands, “Faithful ChumsⒸ of Chipper CupⒸ! Lend us your social media! Reach out deep...far into your networks! Give us your hashtags! Post your selfies! Take pictures of your beverages! Send them to EVERYONE YOU KNOW! Boost our signal, Chums! Raise our Chipper Cheer Championship ChartⒸ levels! Like to charge! REBLOG TO CAST!” Phone cameras strobe and dazzle like fireworks as he bellows, “FILL THIS COFFEE SHOP WITH HOLIDAY SPIRIT!”

“Oh shit,” Vegeta mutters, a sheen of sweat catching crystal chill from the open door.

Raditz grips his shoulders briefly, fires a determined, “We can do this, we got this,” and marches to the counter. Gestures for Bulma, instructs, “Stay close for a sec.” Snags Goku by the front of his apron as he jogs back toward the smoothie station, proclaims, “If we pull this off, you son of a bitch, I have no idea what I’m gonna do, but until then, no more wild cards. You gotta do exactly what I say, got it?”

Goku beams back a snappy, “Yes, sir!”

Raditz sweeps an arm over the full team, “That goes for everybody! We’re about to get the holiday rush of the century up in here, ‘all hands on deck’ doesn’t even begin to cover it! But we’ve all put in too much work, and we’ve come too far, and we’re this close, we’re this close, and we’re not gonna give up! And let’s be real—that was a great speech, Goku, but it’s gonna get ugly in here, and we gotta keep ahead of it.” He shakes his head, lays down a grave, “There’s no backup coming. There’s no clocking out early. We’re not gettin’ out on time, we’re not gettin’ overtime, or holiday pay, or any of that. We’re down to the wire.” He decrees, “This is it. But we’re a team. We can do this.”

Vegeta’s features settle from apprehensive tension to a kind of thoughtful admiration. “You...you really are a hell of an assistant manager, Raditz,” he affirms.

Raditz looks over the gathering throng with grim determination. Squares his shoulders and rumbles, “Not tonight.” He vaults over the counter and stands tall in front of the milling crowd. Declares, “Tonight...I’m gonna manage!”

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stupendouspeanutstarlight · 2 years

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A Lifetime Apart - pt. 5

Five years having past, you and your small family are settled in DC. Having successfully given birth to your beautiful baby boy Daryl Junior. Not a day passes that Daryl isn't in your mind and you think about him every time you see DJ. The world has hardened you, and you've kept your family hidden from the world around you; all except for a man called Jesus. One day when out scouting for supplies with Ben you happened to find A community on a hill, surrounded by big wooden walls. Hope had blossomed in your heart and you'd watched the community for a week, debating if it's in your family's best interests to approach. Your hope was quickly squashed when an armada of heavily armed men killed one of the communities teenagers. Having seen and put your family in harms way due to being apart of large communities under threat, you refused to do that to them again.

Even though you had decided not to approach the community, you didn't want to remain ignorant to the only community you had seen in quite some time. Taking some time you had decided to on your own approach a man you had seen provide quite well for his community, "Hey."

Startled, not having expected to hear another voice around him the man jumped, "Shit! Hi, not used to being snuck up on like that!" It was almost humourus to see this tall and mysterious man comically holding his chest.

"Wasn't my intention to scare you, but I was definitely being stealthy." Smiling to yourself, you could tell from having observed him for so long that you didn't have to be on edge, but you weren't ready to let your'e guard down entirely. "I've seen you around. You are from that community on the hill, right?"

He quickly recovered and sobered up enough to remember to have his guard fully up. Hesitantly he surveyed the area around him. You had intentionally chosen to approach him on this open farm, because you wanted him to feel as comfortable as possible, but also know you were safe to evade him at any point. "Who are you? Why approach me?"

Sighing and reclining yourself to lean against a hay bail, "I'm just someone who wants a friend in this hell scape. Are you willing to be that friend?"

"I don't know. How long have you been watching me?" Eyeing you nervously, it was obvious he was trying to evaluate what your intentions were.

"Only for about a week, and in that time you've shown to be quite the reliable little helper for your community." From the years of having to interpret what people were thinking before they could say it, "Before you suggest it, no I will not join your little group. Ive seen the people you are forced into submission by, and I'm not interested in being apart of that. I am interested in learning about them though, because I happen to reside in the area and wouldn't want to end up on their shit service."

"Do you live alone?" He questions, giving you a sad look.

"I live with the proper amount of people, that's all you need to know. Certainly not any army, so no need to worry, but if I wanted I have enough gun power to burn you to the ground." Caught in a stand still you can see him thinking over his options, and debating what to say next.

Smiling he approaches and puts his hand out, "I'm Paul, but my friends call me Jesus."

"Nice to meet you Jesus, I'm y/n. What about my threat to destroy an entire community made you feel safe to approach me?" You had half expected him to get angry and try to kill you. Smiling and walking towards you wasn't the expected outcome, but you were pleased.

"Call it a faith in humanity, or pure blind hope, but I feel like you're not half bad." Smiling you finally shook his extended hand.

"Well Jesus, I better be off, but if you need to contact me there's paper in the tractor over there. I'll meet you back here in seven days, and in the meantime I'll be near bye!" Waving goodbye and parting ways you headed back to see your boys. Although you felt that Jesus was a good guy, you were careful to cover your tracks on your way home.

Arriving home with a string of squirrels you were able to shoot with your bow on the way home, DJ and his two anxious looking big brothers greeted you. "MOM!! I missed you! I coloured you a picture while you were away! Tye helped me!" Smiling fondly at your little beautiful four year old DJ you picked him up.

"I love it baby!" Smiling you tickled him until he was squirming to be put down. Observing the picture your son had drawn you noticed there was five people all holding hands. One happened to be holding what looks to be a crossbow.

Walking over Tye hugged you and whispered, "He wanted to make sure Dad was in the picture. He had me draw the crossbow, since he's never seen one."

Tearing up you gave Tye a kiss on the cheek and thanked him, "how did I manage to get such good sons?" Looking at Ben and Tye, "You've both grown to be wonderful young men! Your dad would be proud to see how amazing you both are!"

Tye just hugged you tighter and Ben walked over and joined the hug sniffling; although, they were both nineteen and had outgrown you long ago, they were still your little boys. Wanting to feel included DJ pulled on Ben's shirt and he bent over to pick him up. You felt so happy and grateful to be able to have all your sons alive and with you, but you just wished that Daryl was here to see how wonderful they all were. Even though it seemed insane to think he was still alive out there and that you would be able to find him, you wanted to head to Georgia and comb every city and forest for him. You knew that DJ was still too young to make the journey though, so the trip would have to wait until he was older. Loosing his hold on you, so he could talk to you Tye asked, "How did today go with that guy?"

Choosing to pull your children closer and tighter you responded, "Jesus is now a friend. We'll find out how reliable he can be as time goes on. We are meeting again in a week. Now who's going to help me prepare these squirrels."

A sad longing overcame your heart as you watched your sons giggle and interact. You thought of the future and all the time Daryl has missed, but you kept going in order to keep the Dixon family strong and together.

#daryl dixion x reader #daryl angst #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x y/n #twd daryl #daryl x reader #darly dixon

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