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lulu2992 · 1 year

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From the Inquisitor to the Baptist: The Evolution of John Seed

In addition to concept art and behind-the-scenes content, early visuals and deleted dialog can still be found in the game itself, notably in its files, and reveal more information about how John and his personality have changed during the development of Far Cry 5.

All the sources and references indicated by the superscript numbers will be given in the last post.

Part 4: Personality and morals (Far Cry 5)

First, let’s have a look at this screenshot of the performance capture footage of the game’s first mission, “The Warrant”, that was officially posted in August 2018⁴¹.

While the Father, the Marshal, and the Sheriff are all played by their original actors, the Heralds are not. That said, they don’t say a word in this scene and are just standing in the background, so it wasn’t necessary for Mark Pellegrino (Jacob), Jenessa Grant (Faith), and Seamus Dever to be on set that day, and their characters could be played by other people. I don’t know how old the footage is, but the number “170803” in the title of the sequence could be a date: August 3, 2017. There are two other numbers in the video, “170616” and “170615”, which could mean other parts of the intro were shot on June 15 and 16 (but this is just a hypothesis).

Behind Greg Bryk, the actor on the left in the screenshot seems to be Jacob, as the eldest Seed brother stands in a similar position, with his arms crossed, in the finished scene. The woman on the floor is surely Faith, and her posture is quite different from what we see in the game (but, interestingly, reminiscent of the way she poses in the family portrait found in the Holmes Residence³¹). The attitude of the third actor, who must be John, isn’t identical to the Baptist’s in the finalized sequence, either.

Instead of standing with his arms behind his back, he has one foot on the platform and, judging by the way his left hand is positioned, it looks like it’s possibly either in the pocket of his coat (maybe just the thumb) or resting on a gun. While, in Far Cry 5, John is simply observing the scene, attentively but calmly, and the “tough” brother seems to be Jacob instead, in this early version of the intro, his attitude is defiant and draws more attention to him, like he wants to make it very clear that you shouldn’t try to attack him or his family.

This is consistent with what we’ve seen in the first promotional images, concept art, Inside Eden’s Gate, the TV spot, and what is described in Far Cry Absolution: John used to appear more threatening and confident. In the game, this was toned down a bit and he, on the contrary, seems to want to look more “polite” than overtly menacing. This might be due to the fact that, as evidence suggests, his methods, although still violent, aren’t as extreme as they used to be.

In the final version of Far Cry 5, John gives tattoos that represent people’s sins and then cuts them out to make them Atone. This is brutal, yes, but from his point of view, this isn’t gratuitously brutal. He genuinely believes he’s helping and saving people, and that suffering is indispensable. The day his parents “threw [him] on the ground” and made him experience unbearable amounts of pain, he says he reached a point where “all [he] could say was yes” because he felt “clear” and “free”. Whether they’re right or not (since it seems the Voice Joseph hears is real), the members of the Seed family have conditioned themselves into believing that their trauma was a divine “test”, that it gave them purpose, and that people needed to experience the same thing to serve the Project, survive the Collapse, and be worthy of passing the Gates of Eden. John, because of what he went through, now believes pain has purifying properties, and he hurts others so they too can experience the epiphany he had while he was being tortured as a child. He can also get zealous and doesn’t hesitate to threaten or harm people who resist him, mostly because he can’t do his job properly and impress the Father if they don’t comply (and ironically, it’s precisely when he gets angry and carried away that Joseph is disappointed), but he doesn’t torture people just because he enjoys it. On the surface, it may look like pure sadism, but it’s more complicated; there’s reason for his actions. What gives him satisfaction is more the result of the pain he inflicts (look how exhilarated he is when he’s finally made Nick Atone) than the simple act of inflicting pain. He sees “torture” as a means to an end: Salvation.

In the game’s files, though, deleted content reveals that, earlier in development, John was more violent, would mostly hurt for his own enjoyment, and was, in general, a more hypocritical and narcissistic person, and it appears a few needless acts of brutality were removed from the game.

For example, this is what the transcript of John’s radio call to the Deputy for their Atonement looks like in the “oasisstrings” file⁴², which contains all the in-game text:

Your actions have consequences, Deputy. I've gathered all your friends here in Fall's End to Atone for your sins. You're welcome to join us. After all, if it weren't for you they wouldn't be in this predicament... This is your last chance to say Yes, Deputy. Don't be late.[SFX of an electric saw and someone screaming]

As you probably know, the “SFX of an electric saw and someone screaming” isn’t part of the call at all in the game, and it’s not in the audio files either. The sound effect would have made it seem like John was busy gruesomely torturing someone when he decided to call the Deputy, and that he casually resumed hurting them as soon as he was done talking. I think it’s interesting that the developers considered including this but eventually decided against it. Without it, the call sounds “normal”. Threatening, but normal. The scream and the electric saw would have made John look like someone who gratuitously tortures without any empathy… but this simply isn’t who he is anymore, so the SFX had to be cut.

In the Prima Games guide, a screenshot reveals what the Confession room in John’s Gate used to look like:

The room isn’t grey just because the lighting is different; plastic tarps are covering the floor and walls. The Confession room used to look more like a torture/kill chamber in which a lot of blood was expected to be shed. The wrapped dead bodies were more visible… and also seemed more consistent with who John apparently was at the time: basically a (somewhat caricatural) serial killer. Although he knew how to look refined, it seems neither he nor his methods particularly were.

When you explore the Holland Valley, you can stumble upon an excerpt of Deputy Joey Hudson’s Confession. In the broadcast, clearly recorded and made public by John in an attempt to make the Junior Deputy worry about their partner’s safety and lure them into his bunker, here is what we hear:

John: It was the Father who said to me, “Take them, John. Take them even if they resist, for those who deny the Project are the ones most in need of its salvation. Though their sins are great, their souls are not beyond saving. All they must do… is Confess.” Are you ready, Deputy Hudson? Hudson: Go fuck yourself. John: Hmm… I know. Opening yourself, exposing your darkest secrets can be… challenging. It can be scary, but… this is a safe space, there is no judgment here. Do you wish for me to hear your Confession? Hudson: Go. Fuck. Yourself. John: That’s... not the magic word. John: Do you wish for me to hear your confession? John: *sighs* You just have to say "Yes." Hudson: Go. Fuck. Yours- *screams* John: Do you wish to Confess? Hudson: *still in pain* Oh, fuck you! Fuck you! John: Embrace it. John: Embrace the Power of Yes! Hudson: *crying* Please, stop. Please, stop! Please, stop... Please... John: Do you wish to Confess? Hudson: Yes... John: There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?

Hudson’s screams make the broadcast hard to listen to, but it turns out it used to be even worse.

There are 16 sound files in this “sermon”, but there were 9 more (so 25 in total) in the “complete”, previous version, which sounded like this:

John: It was the Father who said to me, “Take them, John. Take them even if they resist, for those who deny the Project are the ones most in need of its salvation. Though their sins are great, their souls are not beyond saving. All they must do… is Confess.” Are you ready, Deputy Hudson? Hudson: Go fuck yourself! John: Hmm… I know. Opening yourself, exposing your darkest secrets can be… challenging. It can be scary, but… this is a safe space, there is no judgment here. Do you wish for me to hear your Confession? Hudson: Go fuck yourself!! John: That’s... not the magic word. Hudson: Go fuck yourself. John: Do you wish for me to hear your confession? Hudson: Go. Fuck. Yourself. John: *sighs* You just have to say "Yes." Hudson: Go. Fuck. Yours- *screams* John: Do you wish to Confess? Hudson: *screams* John: Shhh… It’s okay. This happens all the time. Hudson: *still in pain* Oh, fuck you! Fuck you! John: You just have to open yourself. Hudson: *screams* John: Embrace it. Hudson: *screams* John: Embrace the Power of Yes! Hudson: *screams* Hudson: *crying* Please, stop. Please, stop! Please, stop... Please... Hudson: No... *screams* John: Do you wish to Confess? Hudson: Yes... John: There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?

While the in-game version is painful to listen to, it seems a bit less violent in comparison, like John is only hurting Joey (who used to be more confrontational too) when he believes it’s required, just enough to make her say “yes” so he can finally do his job. He’s also a bit less mocking in the final broadcast, and unlike in the long version, when she asks him to stop, he does. To me, shortening this audio to only keep what’s “necessary” (from John’s point of view, of course; it’s still harsh) makes him seem less pointlessly sadistic, and I see this as another proof that his violent tendencies were deliberately toned down.

In deleted radio calls⁴³, John was also more taunting and insulting towards the Deputy, calling them “a wayward, filthy sinner” he could easily find if he followed “the stench of sin”. He also used to tell them it was their fault if he hurt people, for example in this one, supposed to be triggered sometime after the mission “The Confession”:

Wrath... all that anger you carry inside of you is a disease. It spreads out... infects others. It's even infected me. It's making me do something I don't want to do. You see, after you fled your Confession this... rage started boiling up inside me. I'm afraid your friend, your... Deputy Hudson... will have to bear the brunt of this rage you've given me. She's going to be the one who pays for what you've done. And you only have yourself to blame.

In Far Cry 5, he still taunts the Deputy and threatens to harm their allies if they keep hurting the Project, but not as much, and it appears he doesn’t always plan on carrying out his threats; he mostly wants to scare them so they “behave” and let him do his job (but it doesn’t work very well). In the deleted call, I think he seemed to be a less sincere and more manipulative person, and this John would likely have kept torturing people even if the Deputy hadn’t done anything, simply because he enjoyed it, but he prefers to guilt trip them and tell them that they should feel bad for his actions.

In the game, when Hudson is finally out of John’s Gate, she says something I think is very interesting⁴⁴:

When you escaped the bunker... John didn't say it... but you could see it in his face. Failure. Things got worse from there... Like he was trying to make up for something. Prove to his brother he could... I never thought I'd make it out of there.

I like that the radio call in which John says the Deputy’s Wrath has “infected” him and is “making [him] do something [he doesn’t] want to do” was cut. Again, it didn’t sound genuine; he clearly wanted to make their friends suffer and was just blaming them for his behavior. In Far Cry 5, I love that John doesn’t talk about his feelings at all and doesn’t admit he was angry when the Deputy ran away from his bunker. On the contrary, while they’re fleeing the Gate, John encourages them to leave. To me, it sounds like he’s actually very upset about the situation, probably even more than “early John” would have been, but because he doesn’t want to lose face, he pretends he’s not and that them leaving was his plan all along anyway.

When Hudson reveals that John was visibly vexed after the Deputy’s escape but “didn’t say anything”, I think it’s more compelling than him then calling the Deputy to tauntingly and hypocritically put the blame on them. And when “things got worse from there”, Hudson (rightly, I think) concludes it was because John wanted to “prove to his brother he could” make up for that failure he painfully knew was his, not because he simply felt like hurting people and used the Deputy as an excuse.

What this deleted radio call reveals, to me, is that in earlier versions of the story, John was too conceited to take responsibility for anything, and he wasn’t ashamed because others were always the problem. The final version of John doesn’t have such a high opinion of himself anymore, as much as he wants to give the impression that he does and that nothing can affect him. After the Deputy’s escape, he silently withstands that blow to his ego and then works his hardest to fix his mistake. Unfortunately, it doesn’t change the fact that people then have to suffer, but my point is that the motivation behind his actions is different.

There are more proofs of “early John”’s hypocrisy and narcissism, such as this piece of concept art for his home, Seed Ranch⁴⁵:

In the picture, we see flower beds, colorful garden furniture, a fountain, and a golden (maybe even gold) statue of the “old” Eden’s Gate logo, the one with an eagle, which indicates the artwork was made rather early in development. And they aren’t visible in the artwork, but in the sound files, Nick and Sharky also mention tennis courts⁴⁶!

When people join Eden’s Gate, they are expected to give up their worldly possessions, not to give them to the cult (although it’s always an option since they need supplies for the Collapse), but because Joseph preaches about how Greed, consumerism, and selfishness have perverted humanity, so it’s better to live a simple life. It seems awfully hypocritical, then, for one of his Heralds to own such a luxurious property...

But in the game, although it’s still big, it looks like there are fewer rooms in the ranch, and its exterior isn’t as fancy anymore⁴⁷. No fountain, no gold statue, no colorful garden… and no tennis court.

More cut content suggests that Seed Ranch wasn’t just where John lived. In the deleted in-game encyclopedia (still available in “oasisstrings”), the description of the ranch said:

The power of yes gave John Seed this dream ranch overlooking the Holland Valley. it has commanding views, a private air strip, and secluded soundproofed rooms for his most invigorating religious pursuits.

In the files, it’s also possible to find this kind of NPC dialog:

The cultists were talking about taking me to John's ranch. People who go there... they don't come back. Or they come back wrong.

And a deleted mission objective said to “rescue Mary May from John Seed’s Ranch”, so she would be taken there at some point. In Far Cry 5, converts go to John’s Gate after their Cleansing so he can hear their Confession and tattoo them... as well as make them suffer because, as a cultist explains in the mission “The Cleansing” to people who’ve just been baptized:

Confession without pain isn't Confession. You'll scream out your sin, then you'll wear it on your flesh before John peels it off of you. It's a beautiful thing.

Clearly, “early John” would also torture people in his ranch. And did he really believe it was for “religious” reasons, like it seems he does in the game, or was that, once again, at least partially an excuse? Given what we’ve seen so far, my guess is it was the latter.

A mysterious “sex room” located in the ranch is also mentioned in the files, but it was cut from the game and not much is known about it⁴⁸. If it was a literal “sex room”, it would either be yet another proof that John used to be hypocritical and to not always practice what he preached, or confirm that the “no fornication” rule originally didn’t exist. “Sex room” could also simply be a joke name used by the developers to refer to a torture chamber. But if we want to trust what one of the survivors says in Far Cry New Dawn⁴⁹…

This place used to be a ranch owned by a cultist named John Seed. I always heard rumors that he had some kind of pervert basement and was real disappointed to find out that it wasn't true.

…there apparently is no such room in John’s house.

Given how luxurious the ranch looks, you would expect him to want to spend as much time as possible in it, but it turns out he doesn’t. In fact, one of the cultists guarding the property comments⁵⁰:

Haven't seen John here in a long time. He's super busy.

And in a letter found in his bunker⁵¹, John wrote:

Everyone's human, and that's why I don't want to put myself on a pedestal. I don't ever want to get back up there again. I'd rather be here with all of you and the new souls in this bunker.

At some point during the development of Far Cry 5, John would expect his followers to live a simple life, serve the Project, and rigorously follow its rules while he would do the opposite. In the final version of the game, his faith in his mission and his devotion to the Project seem sincere, and he would rather work tirelessly and live in his Gate among his “brothers and sisters” than lounge in his ranch. Said ranch is also not as much of a display of wealth as it used to be, and nobody gets tortured there anymore. A bag of “oregano” can still be found in the living room, but since no one says anything about it and it really doesn’t seem to me that John would break the cult’s rules and smoke drugs, I consider it to be a relic from the past, a vestige of the time he seemed to only care about himself.

John is involved in three more abandoned storylines in the files, and they all demonstrate he used to be more hypocritical and violent. The first one is revealed by a mission objective that said to “find John and Mary May’s secrets”⁵², and it seemed it was related to the mission in which we would go rescue her from the ranch. Unfortunately, it’s unknown what the secrets were about, but it’s very likely John didn’t want them to be exposed because everyone would have seen his true, ugly colors and how dishonest he was.

The second one is revealed by Hurk Jr. who has this line in the files⁵³:

Good thing for us John and Jacob haven't sorted out their brotherly nonsense. I mean if we're lucky, they'll just take each other down. If not, well, I'm going to keep some grenades around with John's name on 'em, eh? It's comin' to a head man.

In the game, they aren’t in conflict. On the contrary, Jacob seems rather protective of his family, and John strives to impress his brothers.

As for the third one, we know about it thanks to one of Kim’s deleted lines⁵⁴:

John Seed's a piece of shit. When news spread that I was expecting, that scumbag spread rumors that HE was the biological father of my baby. I don't know if he was trying to create a wedge between me and Nick or if he was just doing it to laugh at us. It was stressful and all for nothing. I can tell you, we don't need to go on a talk show and have a DNA test. Nick is the father.

Again, in the game we know, it seems absurd that John would want people to believe that he had an affair with Kim, with whom he isn’t married, considering what the Project’s rules are and that a letter found on the Ryes’ porch, titled “John Seed’s plea”, proves he’s already amiably tried to talk them into joining the Family:

Nick, The Collapse I talked to you about has started. I know you want to protect YOUR FAMILY. The only way to do this is by joining OUR FAMILY. Our bunkers have everything Kim & Baby Rye will need to survive. There are dozens of expecting mothers and children here already with us. This is my final plea to you. Say YES. John Seed

Spreading distasteful rumors about them seems counterproductive, but again, John the Inquisitor probably wouldn’t have cared as long as he could have fun at the expense of other people.

In Far Cry 5, John the Baptist simply isn’t this man anymore.

To be continued…

#far cry 5 #john seed #joseph seed #jacob seed #faith seed #joey hudson #the deputy #mary may fairgrave #sharky boshaw #nick rye #hurk drubman jr #kim rye

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minimickzy · 1 year

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Practice || Van Palmer Part 1

Guys went a little crazy and I think this will be well over 3k words so I'm gonna split it in two parts- also I swear I don't hate Jackie- she's just such an easy villain.

dialog prompts:

"Hold my hand" "Absolutely not" "We should kiss, for like practice" "I've liked you since you hit me with a rock at recess in 1st grade." "fuck you"

Characters: Van x Reader, the whole team

Word count: 1568

You had known Van since kindgerraden. You two had been table mates and caused the teacher so many headaches that she moved you to opposite sides of the classroom, which of course only made you two more disruptive. By some miracle, or curse depending on who you asked, The two of you had been in all the same classes leading up to high school, where you still ended up having a good amount together.

She had wanted to be a goalie in soccer so you had to join too, obviously. JV freshman year introduced you to the rest of your high school friend group. Everyone got along as well as you could expect for a small-town soccer team. Although there was definitely still the fair share of petty arguments and drama.

“Come on guys, focus!” Jackie yelled in her normal peppy voice across the field. You grumbled, doing your best not to glare at her.

This practice had fallen apart almost as soon as it started. Jackie and Tai had gotten into yet another screaming match in the locker room, splitting the team up and leaving tension hanging over all of you.

You tried another play, which ended in Natalie completely knocking down Shanua- starting another yelling match.

You stood with a hand on your hip. Waiting for Coach Ben to call it for the day.

“Nice Ass lady” Van whispered as she approached you from behind before breaking into a chuckle.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You smirked over your shoulder and winked at her, causing her to fan herself with her hand. “How long do you think before practice is called?”

The redhead tapped her chin pretending to think, “I’ll give it two more minutes- either Coach calls it or Tai decks Jackie out cold.”

You let out a snort, “If Tai takes Jackie- Shauna will be on her before she had the chance to run.”

“I’d pay to see that.”

“I’m sure you would.”

She gave you a cheeky grin.

Sure enough within 2 minutes Coach called it, telling everyone to take the rest of the day and the weekend to cool off.

“So… Natalie, did you mean to knock down Shauna or was it just a stellar accident?” Van asked Natalie before taking a drag of the joint between her fingers.

This was a semi-normal occurrence. Nat, Van, Lottie and you hitting a joint behind the school before leaving practice.

“Can I plead the fifth?” You laughed as Van passed you the joint. “Besides- I barely tapped her.”

You let out a puff of smoke before speaking up again, “Well if we’re still going to that party tonight you better watch out for Jackie's wrath.”

Lottie giggled, “I don't think she even knows how to throw a punch.”

Natalie finished off the joint before flicking it to the ground and stomping it into the ground with her boot. “Guess we’ll have to find out” She gave her most daring grin.

You went home to change and get ready, opting to waste most of your time laying on your bed zoning out to the radio. At 9:30 you went outside to wait for Kevyn to pull up. The major perk of whatever the fuck he had going with Natalie meant you all had a ride to every party.

Sure enough, he pulled up in his semi-shitty car (not that you were one to judge) with Natalie, Van, and Lottie already loaded in. You smooshed into the back seat next to Van who like usual wore an oversized T-Shirt under her jean jacket and tan pants.

As small town trashy as it was, most parties were either held at a few designated houses or, more often, in the woods about two miles from the school. Kevyn pulled up and parked with all the other cars, letting all of you get out. “If you want rides back I’ll only ask you once before I leave.” Kevyn locked his car before wrapping an arm around Natalie's shoulders and heading towards the bonfire.

Lottie made a gagging sound next to you, “I just don’t get what she sees in him.”

“I hear ya Lot. But to be fair I feel that about all her boy toys.” Van added.

You shrugged, noncommittally and started towards a keg, “I don’t know about you guys but I need a drink.”

Lottie spotted some people from her classes and left to catch up with them, leaving you and Van alone.

It’s not that parties weren't for you per se, but Van didn’t much care for them. She’d rather be at your place getting high and watching old VHSs than be surrounded by fellow students after what was already required for school.

You two tended to stay off to the side, making fun of the drunk kids and freshmen who really weren’t ready to be here yet.

You were sitting on one of the log benches, resting your head on Van’s shoulder, laughing at the stupid commentary she was providing before you heard Jackies yell ring out over the noise, “What’d you say Bitch?” You stood up from your spot, rushing towards the scene, Van hot on your heels. Jackie was pushing Natalie away from her, Kevyn trying (not well) to hold Natalie back.

“I said, you’re a stuck-up cunt.” Natalie spat at her.

You smacked your forehead as Van grumbled next to you, “Seriously Nat? Not helpful.”

The two of you weren’t the only partygoers who had come to see the commotion. A circle had formed around the two. “You need to watch yourself, so you don’t end up like your trailer trash parents.”

You could feel Van tense next to you before she jumped between them, “Okay- That’s enough, yellowjackets meeting. Right now.”

Natalie had a fire in her eyes, Jackie's cruelty, and Van's one of disappointment. Natalie huffed but followed Van, prompting you, Lottie, Shauna, and Jackie to follow. You hadn’t seen Tai all night and assumed she probably didn’t show up to avoid being around Jackie and Shauna.

Once you were all a small distance away from the rest of the party Van stopped and clapped her hands together, “alright- let’s talk this shit out before the ally incident from last season repeats itself.”

“There’s really nothing to say other than the apology Natalie owes me.” Jackie started, earning the start of more yelling.

“Hey!” Van yells over the others, “Jackie- you and Tai agreed to move on so now do it.” She rubs down her face with your head, obviously tired of this shit. “Why don’t we do what we did last year before nationals? Do the camp thing where we all have to say something nice about each other.”

As the others protested you moved forward in front of Jackie, “Come on guys- it helped us last time! Let’s try it.” You gave Van a look, trying to show her you were doing your best.

Nat rolled her eyes but nevertheless turned to Shauna and plastered on a smile.

You looked back to Jackie, she seemed apprehensive. You two weren’t really close, but you were civil and had nothing personally against her. She was just very sheltered compared to Van, Nat, Lottie, and you. And you assumed Shauna but you weren’t really sure.

“Jackie…. I think you’re a great leader.” Okay, you had to be better than that, “The way you can rally the team is impressive…. And I really love your style.”

Better right?

Sure enough, she smiled and thanked you before returning the favor.

You and Van had each other last, which was definitely for the best because you were crossed enough that there was no way you could stay serious with her.

She stepped in front of you and smirked, “(y/n), I've liked you since you hit me with a rock at recess in 1st grade."

"fuck you"

She barked out a laugh and lightly hit your arm, “What? It’s true!”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, “ First of all it was an accident, Secondly I barely hit you, you were just dramatic.”

“Mmmm, that's what you wanted Mrs. Todd to think.”

You shook your head but couldn't help from joining in her laughter. Her laughter was contagious you swear to god.

“Okay okay, my turn. Tell me how great I am.”

You tapped your chin, pretending to think, “I don’t know? Maybe your rugged good looks? Your amazing sense of humor? Your seemingly unlimited supply of weed? There’s just so much to pick from. Wait I know, I love that you’re the most fucking outstanding, compassionate, beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

It had been meant to be light-hearted, and it was. But now that the words were hanging in the air they felt a lot heavier, like more of the truth than you had intended had sneaked in.

Both of you had fallen into a delicate silence, the rest of the team and party fading into the background. She was still smiling, more earnestly than you had seen in a long time. “Thank you.”

You give her a half smile, “It’s just the truth.”

Natalie wrapped her arms around both of you, missing the fact that she was interrupting a private moment, “Palmer, you never cease to amaze me. Jackie actually apologized.”

Van smiled, “that’s great.” It came out strained and you tried not to cringe.

#yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets x reader #van palmer x reader #yellowjackets #van palmer #jesus i am losing my mind

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marilynthornhilllover · 7 months

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Hey!! just started following you and I would absolutely love if you wrote some "what we do in the shadows" Nadja x reader, vampire smut :') Also if you haven't watched the show Oh My God, its my current obsession. gay vampires what more could you want.

The Halloween Snack

Vampire Nadja x humanfem!reader

Warning: smut, praise kink, slight degradation, choking kink, biting kink, slight draw of blood, cunniligus, fingering, slight overstiumlation, pet names, nipple play, feral play, not much dialog etc.

A/n: I've never really watched the show actually but I've definitely seen her in edits and I can remember watching season 1 I think, it was a pleasure to write this! Hope you enjoyed darling, also sorry this took so long.

You groaned in frustration as you looked at your reflection through the mirror. This was the fifth dress that you tried on that you didn't like or you thought didn't suit your personality very much. It was a skin tight black dress that stopped right above your knees with strip back openings.

Nadja had asked you to be her plus one for a Halloween party last minute - well two weeks ago to be exact. You just didn't know what to wear. Not that Nadja would judge you but, you wanted to atleast impress her but luck just wasn't on your side tonight.

Nadja and you had been friends for quite some time. She was funny, kind..... sometimes, sassy, fashionable and excruciatingly evil. But to be fair she was the most kindness towards you. That might be hard for some people to believe because when you first became her roommate other students had told you that she hated the presence of humans, every semester they would place her in a dorm by herself.

They said, One slip up and she just might rip you to shreds making a fine dress for herself out of your flesh.

Or that you'd constantly be walking on egg shells, one day she'd like you being around then quickly get tired of you, and possibly rip your throat out. Everyone on campus had their fair share of horrific experience with the vampire. But on the first day of moving in, as dark as everyone claimed her to be she was actually your light, a sunshine. Now as cliché or ironic as that might sound it was the God given truth. You saw the way nadja talked to people, treated them, looked at them. Never once was she ever the same with you.

When it came to you she was like a puppy lover, soft and compassionate. Thoughtful even. For your birthday once she gaved you a gold bat pendant necklace with her initial on it. You started developing feelings for her, I mean everyone had feelings for nadja. She was insufferable, hot and a total vibe. She would call you specific pet names that she specially came up with such as, darling, babes, and love.

Whenever she called you by one of theses names you had to try your best not to fall falt on your face. Being with her made you weak to your knees. Her accent was so dreamy, the way your name rolled off her tongue had you squirming or blushing like a silly school girl in love, you especially loved the way she would read out loud her romance book that she writes at night whenever she thinks that you'd already fallen asleep.

Her eyes were also another factor that had you Turing as red as a tomato. Every time she glanced at you or gazed at you with her sultry eyes , you had to try your best not to scream your voice out. Soon Nadja would noticed the way you could clench your thighs whenever she spoke in a raspy voice towards you whenever she got upset with you at something. Or how you would whisper a little " oh god" whenever she winked at you or called you a" good little pet".

She used this to her advantage and teased you constantly non - stop , it's safe to say she knew what to do to have you on your knees in no time..... and we're not talking about vampire powers here.

You sighed once again in frustration as you sat on your bed with tears in your eyes. It's not like you didn't have enough time to plan for this party, you just didn't know what to wear. And everything you had looked either too girly or just not Halloween themed. You heard a soft knock before the door to your room opened as nadja peeked her head in.

" you ready or what babes?" she asked approaching you. When your didn't respond to her, she entered the room taking slow but carful strides towards you, tilting her head slightly to get a good look at your face, she noticed that you were crying. Upon seeing this she quickly knelt infront of you and gently grabbed hold of your chin to get you to look at you.

" aw darling what's wrong?" You sniffed and rolled your eyes as you moved to stand, nadja standing quickly with you. You felt small. You didn't want her to see you cry, she'd probably think your weak or cast you away for being a cry baby, but not answering her won't help the situation. It will only make it worse.

" Well, are you gonna fucking answer me or do I need to stand here all night and act as your therapist that you pay for extra tissues?" it was a rhetorical question but you heard the frustration in her voice. You sighed as you turned to look at her. God her eyes.... they would deadly poisoning when she was upset. her eyebrows were quirked in a worried expression and her lips stayed pinched as she studied your every move.

" i don't know what to wear" you spoke in annoyance as you turned to look into the mirror once more. Nadja bit her lip as her expression dropped. What started questioning if maybe what she was thinking was harsh or maybe what she was seeing was wrong. On your body was a perfectly well fitted dress, that matched the occasion you were going to attend and one that she didn't see a problem with.

" forgive me if I'm blind sweetheart but I really don't see anything wrong with this outfit, my love". you huffed, walking into your closet you began to toss out numerous pairs of clothes onto the floor. Nadja watched in awe as you looked through your closet, she smirked tilting her head to the side, admiring the way the dress was hooked on your body.

Your curves, the way your hips swayed. The thoughts got the best of her, she watched as you bent down to pick up a shirt and got back up. The dress you were wearing now showed off your curves plainly.

You turned to glance at her before continuing your hunt.

" and what are you supposed to be dresses as?" You heard as she sat on your bed and sighed, groaning as she cracked her back before proceeding to respond.

" myself duh" she spoke watching as you fought to unzip your zipper on the side of your dress. She got up and walked back over to help you. She gently gripped your hips and pulled the zipper down, you were too busy looking for a skirt to notice that she got lost in a trance as she stared at your red lace underwear like a pyscopath or perhaps - a total vampire pervert. She reached out her hand too touch your skin but pulled back. She was utterly desperate......

Your skin looked smooth, the density of the flesh twinkled in her eyes. Just one touch.... one bite.... even the smallest nibble will suit her well....

Her eyes flicked up towards your neck, the delicate flesh with a irritable beating pluse. When she bit into the sweet flesh, to hear your moan, taste your blood, Oh what she would give to taste you. Both your blood and your -

" nadja?" She flinched as her body forced her snapped out her corrupted trance. She realized that she was now face to face with your lips as you looked at her confused. Temptation was running high for nadja, her pupils delayed, her eyes darkening as she looked up at you.

" may I kiss your neck, darling please" you were a bit taken back by the suddeness and randomness that the question held but who were you to deny 'the nadja ' a taste of your skin, after all you'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't dreama about this moment. You gulped as nodded slowly, titling your neck to provide her with the required access. She smirked as her eyes beamed at your approval. Her super speed allowed her to push you up against the wall. Both her hands grapped your hips firmly as her body laid flush against yours. Before she could lean down to began what ever mission she had intended to do, you gently pushed against her biceps.

" please don't bite me nadja" she chuckled softly but nodded her head, silently agreeing. Her lips hovered over your skin debating whether or not to truly bite or to just enjoy the moment, who knows it might just be the last time she even gets to touch you. As soon as her lips made contact with your neck, it was a if a light switch went off for her. She immediately started nipping and sucking at the tender flesh.

You whimpered when you felt her finger tips grazing across your scalp, carefully pulling on your hair. you exclaimed when nadja's fangs scrape across your flesh.

" f- fuck nads no hickeys either" you manged to crack out slightly pulling away to look at her. She looked straight back at you with predatory eyes. It was evident that she was absolutely blood thirsty. But you couldn't let her bite you - you just couldn't..... fuck it, who cares about rules and morals.

Your lips met nadjas lips in a hasty passionate kiss as you used your body to push her back against your bed. She fell onto the soft mattress with a gentle thud and a small gasp. Biting her lips with lidded eyes she used her body strength to turn you over beneath her, straddling you instead.

" looks like someone's a little eager" she teased, her voice dripping with honey. You moaned as you felt her thigh slip in between your legs, parting them away from eachother. Nadja smirked she then moved to attacked your neck once more.

" oh God nadja p-please" you moaned as you titled your head providing her with more access to your neck. You could hear her chuckle softly before feeling a dull but sharp pain in your neck. You winced as your back arched as you felt her fangs dig into the skin of you flesh, drawing a slight blood flow.

You feel nadja body relax above you, as she whimpered quietly. She then slowly removed her fangs from the wound before placing a chaste kiss there. She removed the straps of your dress exposing your breasts to her. Her eyes lingered on them before they flicked up to yours.

You granted her the permission her eyes searched for. She took it upon herself to latch her mouth onto one of the already erected bud. Your eyes rolled back as your hands flew to her hair. A moan escaped from you causing nadja to look up at the sinful sight about her. As You arched your chest into her mouth your grip in her hair tightened even more.

Your body temperature began to increase and so did the heat in your core. Your breathing picked up when nadja slide her hand down your stomach, she toyed with the hemming of the dress before pushing it up around your hips then proceeding to pull your underwear to the side.

She realesed your nipple with a pop before moving to the other one. You whimpered as your eyes rolled back, pleasure started taking over your mind leaving you fuzzy and completely under nadja mercy.

She wasted no time bringing her fingers back to her mouth where she then spat on them before quickly sliding them in and out of you without warning. You gasped as you spread your thighs even wider hoping that she was go deeper.

She slowly sinks two fingers back into your cunt, curling them slowly, before pulling out completely, spreading your wetness to your clit. you let out quiet whimpers at the stimulation as your eyes flicked back, her fingers gently teased your pulsing clit. you call her name in a quiet whisper, in attempt for her to give you what you wanted.... what you needed most. its a plead you can’t help but let out. her actions send waves of heat surging throughout your body.

She then shoved her two digits back into your dripping cunt. You let out a silent sob at the sudden intrusion. Nadja curled her fingers at the right spot where she felt you clench down tightly. She grunted as she started sucking brutally on your nipple as if she's getting milk from doing so.

Your gummy walls hugged her two digits so good that she picked up the pace. You were a hot mess beneath her, gasping and moaning ever so slightly. Nadjas fingers curled deep within you which caused you to erupt in pleasure.

" That's it darling, God I wish I had taken it upon myself to fuck you sooner" she muttered while looking down at you. Your hair was completely ruined and sprawled out on the pillows, tears were evident in your eyes as your mascara started running down your cheek. You looked gorgeous.

You couldn't even think straight, you began muttering incorhent sentences. She could feel your walls already spasming around her fingers indicating your close to your first orgasm.

Nadja pulled her fingers from your cunt at the right moment just before you reached your high. Seeing the confusion mixed with frustration in your eyes boosted her ego to destroy you even more.

She crawled down to the end of the bed coming face to face with your aroused pussy. She smirked before putting both of your legs on her shoulder, kissing your ankle while doing so.

Again like some sort of feral animal that hadn't eaten for days she wasted no time, she enveloped her mouth around your clit, her tongue flicking and sucking on the tiny bud furiously in a attempt to make you cum quickly. After all you both had places to be right after this.... well... let's just say inconvenient...

You grabbed the bed sheets tightly, if you were hulk your sure that they sheets would be torn by now. You let out a pornographic moan as you felt nadja fingers slip into you once more, this time her pace was absolutely brutal and quick, making squelching noises as she hit your g- spot over and over again.

You felt coils after coils snap in you before feeling as a big one was building. You prompted yourself up on your elbows to look at nadja. Her eyes flicked up to yours for a split second before she started slurping your cunt eagerly and rapidly eating you out.

You fell back in a silent scream, feeling your legs as they began shaking dramatically. You felt as she realesed your clit with a pop but her fingers were absolutely driving you insane.

It felt so fucking good you started hyperventilating. Nadja then pushed her fingers knuckles deep into you before curling her finger and doing the barel movement.

" such a good fucking slut for mommy mhm" she cooed as her other hand wrapped around your neck tightly. its not long before you’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm, nadjas thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit, finger’s pumping in and out of your dripping cunt so deliciously.

You began seeing stars as the raven hair vampire pushed you further and further into oblivion. You shook your everything inside you as your orgasm hit you like a passing train going at a high speed.

You felt a completely drenched feeling of liquid slowly make its away from your throbbing hole to your thighs and further down. You knew exactly what just happened..... you squirted.

You blinked rapidly until you could no longer see the tiny white flying balls in your vision before sitting up straight and looking down at nadja.

She smiled softly at you before she kissed your forehead while caressing your arm.

" now that you feel like the princess that you are, you have five minutes to refreshing up so that we can hit the road my love" nadja winked before playfully smacking your biceps.

Before she left she brought her fingers to her mouth and gaved them kitten licks before smirking sheepishly at you.

She opened the door and left, leaving you in complete awe and limited time to get re- dressed. You knew that this was not the end of tonight and that after you both came back home, she's going to make you do that all over again until your screaming her name for the entire campus to hear...... and you honestly could not wait......

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The Country Doctor, Chapter 1: A Fresh Start

Pairing: Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy x F!Reader (eventual). Other Characters are the usual suspects: Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura. Spock, Montgomery Scott, Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov (to be introduced in later chapters.) OMC's Travis Myers and Miles Cooper.

Word Count: 4530

Warnings: Divorce, break-up, ruthless businessmen, mentions of infidelity, but mostly fluffy (for now)

Summary: Fresh off of his divorce, Dr. McCoy receives word that he has inherited a 5,000-acre farm and home in Logan, Montana. Finally, he has an opportunity for a clean slate and to start his own clinic out west and leave his ex-wife behind. Along the way, he'll meet a cast of unique characters, each with a place in his new small-town life. But there could be trouble ahead in the form of a powerful CEO hell-bent on acquiring Leonard's property by any means necessary.

A/N: This idea was posted by @hailbop1701, with a specific list of plot points/dialog to be included. I won't put the list here, because it'll give away too much. Not sure how many parts there'll be, but I hope you like where I take the story.

A/N 2: If you’ve been tagged here, it’s because you’ve interacted one or more times on a McCoy story of mine, or we’re moots. Whether you like or reblog, I am eternally grateful for your support. If anyone else would like to be tagged on any future Karl Urban character postings, or would rather leave the Crazy Train, please let me know. Thank you, and enjoy the show!

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"Court is adjourned."

That was the declaration eight weeks ago, when Dr. Leonard H. McCoy sat at a table with his attorney in the Fulton County Courthouse in Atlanta, Georgia. The Honorable Judge Michael Simmons had just pounded his gavel on the bench to signify an end to the McCoy v. McCoy divorce proceedings. Unfortunately, his now-ex-wife, Jocelyn, had the better attorney, which resulted in a somewhat less-than-equitable division of their assets.

At least Leonard was able to keep his vintage pickup truck and the 4-bedroom, 2 bath, ranch-style home he had lived in with Jocelyn. She basically got everything else in the settlement, though, including most of the furniture. She didn't technically need the furniture, since she was moving in with her new boyfriend. However, he had a rental property that needed furnishings, so that's where they went.

Two weeks after the divorce was finalized, Leonard received correspondence from a law firm in Montana, with a request for his presence. The letter did not specify the reason for the request, and when he called the law office, no one was authorized to divulge any information. He didn't want to find himself on the wrong side of the law and besides, he was more than a little curious. Luckily, the law firm had a satellite office in Atlanta, so that's where he attended the meeting.

An hour or so after the meeting ended, a slightly dazed Leonard walked out of the attorney's office with a file folder and a property deed in his hand. The meeting was for the reading of the will for his distant uncle, Walter McCoy. Around 5,000 acres of land in Montana along with an old craftsman-style farmhouse were bequeathed to him to do with as he pleased. There were also various outbuildings on the property, such as a machine shed, a barn with a hay loft, and horse stables.

He had options. There was an Eastern conglomerate, NorthStar Corp, that was willing to pay a more than fair price to buy it from him, lock, stock, and barrel. With what they were offering, Leonard wouldn't have to worry about money for the foreseeable future, if ever. Or, he could make the break from Georgia and his ex-wife with her boy-toy to make a go of it in Logan, Montana. Although Leonard wanted to stay near his mother, Eleanora, he had to consider that this was his chance to start over somewhere else.

When he told his best friend, James T. Kirk, about his inheritance, Jim could hardly contain his excitement. He considered it to be the start to a great adventure and was more than willing to accompany Leonard.

Jim had no family ties to speak of, preferring to live a sort of nomadic existence. He even offered to take turns driving the moving truck the 1,900 or so miles to Montana. "Good music, good snacks, and good company are all we need to get us to our destination, Bones," Kirk told him with a wide grin.

The more Leonard thought about it, the more he warmed up to the idea of starting somewhere new. A place where he wouldn't have to worry about running into someone who knew about the divorce and wouldn't hesitate to share an opinion about it. So, with Jim's help, he cleared his house out of any remaining items, put them in storage, then contacted a realtor to list it for sale.

After only a few showings, a deal was quickly closed, with a $30,000.00 profit in his bank account to show for it. Leonard and Jim loaded up his remaining possessions into the moving van, hooked up a car trailer with Leonard's pickup truck on it, and headed west to Montana. The pair made a few stops along the way, renting a hotel room to rest for the night before hitting the road again the next morning.

The more miles Leonard put behind him, the more comfortable and free he felt with his decision. He wasn't too keen on leaving his mother behind, but she assured him that she would be fine, even encouraged him to take this leap. He made a note to send her a plane ticket so she could visit once he got settled.

Nearly four days and more than 1,900 miles later, Leonard turned into the gravel driveway that led to his new home. It was a charcoal gray with white trim craftsman-style farmhouse with a tall, red brick chimney on one side. The wooden wrap-around porch was accented with white, tapered columns, set on top of the slotted railing framing the area. He appreciated the large windows, which would bring in a good amount of natural light, as well as soft breezes on lazy summer days.

"Well? Is it everything you expected?" Jim asked.

"I didn't exactly know what to expect, Jim. I don't even remember either of my parents ever mentioning an 'Uncle Walter McCoy'. He isn't someone I knew well enough for him to leave me something like this, but I'll do my best to make the most of it. From what I've seen so far, though, at least the outside looks fine," Leonard replied.

"That's the spirit, Bones! Let's go have a look at the grounds, then inside the house. After that, we can start unloading your stuff," Jim grinned as he scrambled out of the truck.

Leonard stepped down from the driver's seat and closed the door. "Sure, Jim. Why not," he muttered to himself. He fished the house keys out of his pocket on his way up the porch steps. The front door was made of solid oak with a dark finish and leaded glass panels arranged in a geometric design. He inserted the key into the lock and tilted his head back. "Here goes nothin', I guess," he murmured, pushing the door open.

***

At just after 2:00pm, you stopped by the post office to retrieve your mail that had piled up over the last couple of days. Before you left, you strolled up to the counter to chat with your best friend, Nyota Uhura. Her shift was almost over, so she suggested the two of you meet for coffee and a snack at the Java Station Café on Main Street.

While you waited for her at the café, you thought about how you met her and what brought you back to Logan, Montana. Your now-ex-boyfriend, Travis Myers, had convinced you to move with him from Logan to Bozeman. He'd landed a lucrative position as in-house counsel for a large and powerful corporation. You found work at a tech company doing data entry work for a medical office. Not too terribly taxing nor was it what you wanted for a career, but it paid well.

Around the six-month mark of living together in the big city, Travis started coming home later and later in the evening. Missed date nights and other outings were becoming more frequent, with him coming to bed late and leaving before you woke up. Whenever you tried to talk to him about it, he always chalked it up to working late on a big case or project, so you let it go.

The last straw was when the two of you were supposed to meet a few of your friends for dinner. Since he was late picking you up from home, you asked one of them to drive you to the restaurant. From the lobby, you called Travis and told him to meet you there.

Just before you said your goodbyes, you heard, "Come back to bed, baby, I'm cold" in a woman's voice. You were furious, demanding to know who the woman was and how long he had been seeing her. After first denying everything, he ultimately confessed it was his assistant and it had been going on for about six weeks. You felt your world collapsing around you at his admission. Dinner was forgotten while your friends drove you back to the apartment to pack up your belongings.

You couch-surfed for about a month before finding an apartment back in Logan, where you had previously lived with your parents. Because Travis paid for most of the expenses such as rent and utilities, you were able to save up quite a nest egg to cover your new living situation. However, you weren't sure how much longer your savings would hold out, so you decided to look for a job to make ends meet.

The bell above the door tinkled, and Nyota rushed over to your table. After a brief hug, you both sat down and waited for your server to appear and take your order. Uhura was practically vibrating with energy, which meant she had something exciting to share. A few minutes later, with your order submitted, she spilled her secret.

"You'll never guess what happened today!" she exclaimed. "Two men came in today to file a change of address card."

You snorted. "That sounds like something that happens every day around here, Nyota, not that interesting. You're nearly jumping out of your skin about this. What is so compelling about them that has you barely able to sit still long enough to tell me?"

Uhura made a face at you to show her displeasure. "If you can keep from insulting me, I'll tell you," she pouted. You held up your hands in surrender as her cue to continue. "They moved here from Georgia, and one of them has the most tantalizing Southern accent. They were both tall, one blond hair with striking blue eyes, and the other dark hair and hazel eyes. He seemed a little grumpy at first, but Blue Eyes was the more charming of the two," she explained.

"Did you get a look at their new address, the one here?" you asked.

"The one with dark hair listed his name as Dr. Leonard H. McCoy, and his address matched the one for Walter McCoy's place," she replied.

Now she had your attention. Every so often, you drove by the farm, wishing you lived there instead of your small, one-bedroom apartment. You had thoughts about what it would be like to buy the place one day so you could fix it up and return it to some of its old glory. You'd heard through the grapevine that the owner passed away a few months back. It was also mentioned that ownership would pass to his only other living relative.

"I've always thought about that place, what it looks like inside, how I would spruce it up. Wait a minute, did you say Doctor McCoy?" you squeaked.

"And her brain has finally caught up with her mouth," Uhura joked. "I was wondering when you'd catch on to that tidbit of information. That house has a separate office space, ideal for treating patients. Word travels fast in this town, and once folks get to know there's a doctor in town again, Dr. McCoy is bound to need help. You know, with paperwork or coordinating treatment of his patients. Know anyone with those kind of skills?" she grinned.

In addition to your data entry job, you had acquired some basic medical training. The town had a couple of paramedics within the Volunteer Fire Department for the more serious cases. For now, it was enough, but it would be nice for the vacancy to be filled, especially by a handsome doctor. "Hmm. Maybe I should head out that way, introduce myself, see if he needs any help." Beg him for a job, you silently added.

"That's the spirit! If you're done with your coffee, we should drive out there and check things out. You in?" she held out her hand for you to shake.

After draining the last of your cappuccino, you nodded and shook her hand. "I'm all in," you declared.

***

Leonard and Jim wandered the property, taking in the condition and contents of the outbuildings. Many of the machines and tools were left behind. They noted which items were and were not still functional, to determine what could be easily returned to service or sold for parts. The good news was, the buildings themselves were structurally sound, although at least in need of a new outer coat of paint.

As for the house itself, Leonard was pleased to find a side entrance that led to an office, set apart from the main house. It was perfect for starting his clinic, with a small area that could function as a waiting room, and enough space for a reception desk. He made a note to check in town for a secondhand store to pick up a desk, some chairs and other furnishings.

Jim joked and told him that all he needed now was a pretty receptionist who could also perform nursing duties. Leonard glared at him in response, reminding him that after the way divorce went, he wasn't at all interested in dating. "Just doctorin'," he affirmed. "Maybe fishin', if the winds are just right," he added with a smirk.

A tour of the home's interior revealed hardwood flooring in the bedrooms and living room, while ceramic tiles covered the floor in the eat-in kitchen. There was a separate dining room space between the kitchen and living room. The centerpiece of the living room was a fireplace made with gray bricks and had a dark wooden mantle above it.

Before his arrival, Leonard contacted the utilities and asked for them to be turned on and transferred into his name. That gave Leonard and Jim a chance to determine what worked and what needed repaired. For the most part, the electrical system was in good working order, except for a few outlets that may need replaced or updated.

The water situation was another story. At first, when Jim turned on the high-arching faucet in the kitchen, the white farmhouse sink reflected a light brownish tint to the water. The pedestal sink and clawfoot tub in the main bathroom, plus the sinks in the half-baths were the same shade of brown. However, the more they let the water run, the clearer it became, which helped ease their minds a bit.

Leonard walked back out to the porch to make a mental list of what he'd need to bring the old house back to life and working order. The hardwood floors were in good condition, though they could use a bit of polish applied to them. There were a few non-working electrical outlets that would need an electrician's expertise to chase down the problem. In the bedrooms, there were spots where the wallpaper was peeling away from the wall. Not exactly a fan of wallpaper, Leonard decided it would be better to tear it all down and paint instead.

Overall, the pluses outweighed the minuses, such as the updated appliances in the kitchen and quartz countertops. Leonard could definitely see himself cooking up a Sunday dinner of his mother's chicken and dumplings with a peach cobbler. As an avid reader, he also loved the built-in bookshelves to showcase his personal library of classics. And the side-door entrance to the office space provided a break between his professional life and his personal life.

Jim joined him out on the porch and gazed out over the mature trees that dotted the property. "So now that you've taken the grand tour, what do you think, Bones?"

Leonard thought for a moment before answering. "Think I'm gonna like it here. Let's start unloading the truck," he directed. "Good thing we hit those consignment shops on the way here, or you wouldn't have a bed to sleep in," he jested.

Jim was about to unlatch the door on the moving truck when he noticed a car turning into the driveway. "Welcoming Committee?" he wondered. Leonard shook his head and rolled his eyes while he walked over to stand next to Jim. They both watched as the car rolled to a stop near the front of the truck.

***

The drive to the McCoy place only took about twenty minutes, which you spent silently reviewing your qualifications. Uhura could tell you were worried about making a good impression, which she was sure you would. She told you not to worry about it, that you were the best candidate for the job, if Dr. McCoy was hiring. "What if he's not hiring, though?" you asked.

"Then we'll have to convince him that he'll need your help, being the only doc in town. There really is no way around it, he will require an assistant," she reasoned. Her response sounded logical, so you accepted it and kept driving out to meet your prospective employer.

Soon your car was pulling into the driveway, where a large moving truck was parked. Upon seeing the two men standing to one side, you had to admit that Uhura was right. They were both strikingly handsome men. The dark-aired man carried a stern look on his face and his arms were crossed over his chest. The blond seemed a little more easygoing, self-assured, bordering on cocky, as if he knew what a good-looking man he was.

As you exited your vehicle, the men had started walking in your direction. "You ladies lost or somethin'?" the dark-haired man drawled. Ohhhh, that accent was enough to make you weak in the knees, you thought. You held on to your open door for balance.

"Yeah, can we help you?" the blond man wondered with a smirk.

When your brain finally rebooted, you responded, "Actually, we were hoping to be of assistance to you, since you're new in town." At this, you introduced the two of you and learned that the blond was James T. Kirk, or "Jim" he offered with a waggle of his eyebrows. His grumpy companion with the dark hair was the Dr. Leonard H. McCoy who now owned the property.

"I think we can manage fine with just the two of us. Good day, la--" Leonard was interrupted by Jim, who pulled him aside.

"Wait a minute, Bones, let's not be too hasty. I mean, these are a couple of gorgeous women who showed up out of nowhere to see us," Jim pointed out. "It wouldn't hurt to hear what they had to say, now would it?"

Leonard pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in exasperation. He was here to be a physician, to take care of people who need help, not dip a toe in the dating pool. When he looked up, he noticed that Jim had left his side and was talking to Uhura, while you had stepped up in his place.

"Excuse me, Dr. McCoy? I understand that my friend and I just turned up unannounced on your doorstep, and you don't know anything about us. But this is a pretty small town, and I should tell you, it won't take long for people to learn that we have a new physician to replace old Doc Thomas. Therefore, I'm offering you my services. I have some basic medical training, and I used to do data entry for a medical company back in Bozeman," you explained.

"Bozeman? Why on earth would you ever leave there to live here? Not to say that what I've seen so far of Logan isn't simply charming," Leonard added with more than a hint of sarcasm.

"I'll be glad to share that little tidbit of information once we've gotten used to working together," you shot back. "By hiring me, you'll have a well-organized appointment calendar, along with accurate patient files. You'll also have someone who knows how to take and record vitals, which leaves you free to do the doctorin'. So, do we have a deal?" you asked, your hand outstretched.

Leonard took a moment to consider your offer, bold though it was. He had to concede that in a town of this size, word would get around about a new physician and spread like wildfire. He'd probably end up with a huge influx of patients. Even if it was only at first, he might become easily overwhelmed. Patient care was of the utmost importance to him, and if you could make things easier for him, who was he to reject such a proposition?

His lack of response translated to you as a decline of your offer of assistance. As you started to withdraw your hand, he quickly grabbed it and clasped it between his own. "Whoa, hold on there just a minute. All right, you have a deal, but we'll do this as a trial run. A three-month probationary period, take it or leave it," he bartered, fighting the urge to smile.

"Thank you, Dr. McCoy! Three months? That'll be more than enough time for you to decide you can't live without me! In-in the office, I mean," you clarified.

Leonard couldn't help but smile at your blunder. "All right, now that we have that settled, I hope you'll excuse me and Casanova over there with your friend. We have a lot to unload, and I'd like to sleep in my own bed tonight rather than the couch," he stated.

"We can help, if that's okay with you? With four sets of hands, we can be done in no time. Besides, I've always been kind of curious about what the inside of your house looks like," you admitted.

You are one interesting woman, Leonard thought to himself. "Okay, let's get started then. Once we get everything out of the truck, I'll take you on the nickel tour," he winked. He whistled to get Jim's and Uhura's attention, then opened up the back of the truck.

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"There, I think that's the last of it," Leonard declared after he removed the final box from the moving truck and placed it on the lawn. He jumped up to grab the leather strap, then pulled down the rolling door until it was flush with the deck. He latched and locked the door, picked up the box, and brought it into his new home.

Jim and Uhura had taken your car into town to pick up something for dinner, which left you alone with Leonard. During the unloading, you didn't get much of a chance to stop and look around. But now that most of the heavy lifting was done, you seized the opportunity to take in your surroundings.

You were so caught up in admiring the home's features that you didn't hear Dr. McCoy slide up next to you. "If you have your nickel, I'm ready to start the tour," he grinned. You dug in your pocket, which luckily contained the right coin for the price of your ticket. "Ready when you are, Dr. McCoy," you replied, handing over the 5 cents.

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Video Conference Call -- Bozeman, Montana

Travis checked his watch to see that he had another ten minutes before his conference call was scheduled to start. He opened the blue file folder in front of him, which was sent from his employer regarding a property they wanted to acquire in Logan, Montana. He sat back in his chair as he thought about how you'd moved there after breaking up with him. Before he could stroll any further down Memory Lane, his alarm beeped to let him know it was time to start the call.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," Travis greeted. He could see the CEO, Miles Cooper, at the head of the table, surrounded by other members of NorthStar Corp's Board of Executives.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Myers. I see you have the file in front of you, so let's begin. We understand that the principal owner of the McCoy property has passed away. As such, we want to move forward and make the new owner an offer to purchase the parcel of land and whatever's on it. The house, barn, stables--everything, down to the last shingle," Mr. Cooper explained.

"My source tells me that the new owner drove all the way from Atlanta, Georgia to check out the property. He is also a doctor, and the town has been without one since the last one died. In my opinion, this could present a problem. He may decide to stay and 'hang out his shingle', as it were," Travis pointed out.

Mr. Cooper leaned back in his chair and rested his steepled index fingers on his chin as he contemplated his next move. As he considered this new development, conversation buzzed around him among the other executives. According to one of the scientific reports he received, there were plenty of reasons for encouraging the good doctor to sell.

The report mentioned the discovery of several veins of copper and silver running beneath the surface. The financial gains from mining those resources would more than cover the initial investment paid to acquire the property. Whether the new owner was aware of these precious metals was unknown, but Cooper needed to act fast before the doctor learned of their existence.

With a wave of his hand, silence returned to the board room as Mr. Cooper had made a decision. "Mr. Myers, I suggest you do your best to convince Dr. McCoy to sell the property to us. I will have a new purchase offer drawn up that's more than fair, and you should strongly encourage him to accept it."

Travis carefully considered Mr. Cooper's words that carried the barest hint of a threat behind them. "Sir, I will present your offer; however, we should be prepared for him to turn it down and decide to become the town's doctor."

"You worry about getting a signature on that purchase agreement, Myers, and I will worry about whether or not a contingency plan will be needed. Before the previous owner's death, this was a working farm, right? Lots of tools, machinery? Farming is considered to be one of the most dangerous professions, you know. Accidents can and do happen. It would be unfortunate if an accident should befall the good Dr. McCoy," Mr. Cooper replied darkly.

There was no mistake in Mr. Cooper's intent this time. "Absolutely, sir. I will find a way to present your offer that will make it difficult if not impossible to decline it."

Mr. Cooper's eyes brightened and a smile graced his face. "Excellent, Myers, I knew I could count on you. I'll send that new offer over to you as soon as I have it and we'll go from there," he stated. "I appreciate your cooperation, Myers, I certainly won't forget it."

"And thank you, Sir. I welcome this opportunity, and I will not let you down," Travis concluded.

"Let us hope not, Myers. I'd hate for you to experience any....negative fallout, should you be unable to close this deal," Mr. Cooper remarked ominously before disconnecting the call.

Travis relaxed in his chair and began to formulate a plan in his mind. A sly grin crept across his face as he thought of the perfect way to get an inside look into the doctor's life.

Of course, it involved a trip to Logan and should he happen to run into you, so much the better. For him, anyway. Though there was a near 100% chance that you would want nothing to do with him. If that was the case, his plan may be a bust before it even gets started.

Especially after the way things ended between you discovering his infidelity. For that reason alone, it was likely your walls of protection against him and his crap were nearly guaranteed to be sky-high. But it was a chance he was willing to take, because he did not want to disappoint his client. Something told him that with a failure of this magnitude, Mr. Cooper was capable of making his life a living hell.

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donnerpartyofone · 8 months

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I bailed on a party over the weekend because the parties in that particular series tend to be kind of overwhelming and the last time my husband and I were at one some creepy guy grabbed me in a really intimate full-body way and got kind of hurt about it when I reacted with stunned confusion, and even though I don't think he meant personal harm and basically "nothing bad happened", it gave me this feeling of trepidation about the next party and I decided I needed a slightly longer break from that whole crowd. In the meantime I made it clear to my husband that in the future I might just leave on my own when I start to get overwhelmed so people don't have to watch my aura change and wonder what the fuck my problem is while I wait until things wind down naturally.

Anyway the incident above is exceptional because that guy was really not acting right, but in general: When you have a thing where you strongly do not wish to be touched, and especially if you are at the same time a woman, people will give you all kinds of idealistic, impractical advice about how you Must stand up for your self in a spirit of radical honesty at all times, to exercise your all-important modern bodily sovereignty, and it's like...yeah but life is not an after school special where everybody learns a big lesson and changes for the better in the space of two or three lines of dialog. And like people who say this kind of thing--well, I often suspect that they don't really live the way they're telling me I should live, it's just some aspirational fantasy they have about how life SHOULD be, but to that point I think they're not really considering the tax of constantly, righteously asserting your needs with all kinds of people, especially in more casual and/or public situations. Like yes in a perfect world I would bring the law down on anyone who threatens to ignorantly violate my comfort, but the reality is that most people just do not understand specifically the touching thing at all, and trying to explain myself to people who are not going to get it in situations that don't really matter is just a lot more trouble than it's worth. I have had supposedly-close loved ones make fun of me for it, or passive-aggressively declare that they're respecting my boundaries while making it really clear that they're hurt by my perceived rejection of them, or even just act like I secretly DO really want a bunch of big ol' mushy hugs and my whole "don't touch me" thing is just my secret way of begging for the physical contact that I'm too shy to ask for directly. And when it's a question of dealing with someone I do NOT know, and who I may not even want to get to know, there can be political factors in play, or safety issues, or just the plain old desire for expedience. A lot of the time it's genuinely better to just eat shit and accept the hug knowing that this, too, shall pass.

I recently witnessed a helpful example of this problem that had nothing to do with sex. If you've spent any amount of time with macho tough guys then you probably know that they're incredibly thin-skinned--not just that they're easily angered, but they're extremely sensitive to rejection and criticism. Sometimes I meet one of these tough guys and while I think I'm being totally friendly and normal, they manage to react to everything I say as if I'm secretly judging them and they have to somehow communicate that they know I don't really like them or something. It's funny how that tough guy stuff means the opposite of what it expresses, like how saying "I don't give a fuck" is the clearest possible way to let people know that you most certainly give a fuck and in fact you are giving one right now.

So I was at the classy neighborhood whiskey bar for the birthday of a friend who has had his party there every year for like a decade or something, and the owner is one of these guys. I like him actually, he's smart and funny and has interesting things to say, but he's always indicating that he thinks I'm avoiding him or rolling my eyes at him or something, like he's going to catch me in the act of secretly not liking him. So at this party, which was really an intimate gathering of close-knit pals who have been coming to the bar for years, there was another big macho tough guy, and he refused to shake hands with the owner. There was a good reason that he explained very clearly up front; I can't remember exactly but it was something very rational like his kids were sick, or he was trying not to catch a cold before traveling to see older relatives, that kind of thing--but the bar owner just got so uncomfortable about it, it was really awkward and the two tough guys were like not OK with each other for the rest of the night. And you can imagine that if there were a harder-to-understand reason like a person just does not enjoy physical contact with other people and says "No thanks I do not prefer this", it might have been really not-worth the political problem of creating a bad atmosphere at an intimate birthday party just to avoid five seconds of discomfort. I mean if you're always happy to confront and instruct people under all circumstances, god bless you, but things are not always as black and white as all that for everybody else.

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Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 6: Tabletop

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Summary: Danny invites Sam and Tucker over to play D&D, asking Spike for a favor to DM the game for them.

Warnings: minor character death, only dialog

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“Okay, I’m going to enter the dungeon.”

“I follow into the dungeon.”

“I�� also follow into the dungeon.”

“Okay… so what do we see?”

“It seems to be some sort of laboratory, with metal tables lined up against the walls, open chests full of vials and potions all this bright green color. There are all sorts of tools, journals, and pieces of… something, lying on the tables, and it’s decently cold down here. And, taking up the entire back wall is a cavern, circled by runes, that the entire laboratory seems centered around. What do you do?”

“Oh! The artificer in me loves this place already! I go and investigate the things on the table! Gotta start with the small stuff before looking at the big picture.”

“Yeah, have fun with that. I go and investigate the big hole in the wall.”

“Eh, why not? I follow… Raven to the back.”

“Okay, Swave, let’s start with you. I need you to roll both an arcana and… eh, an investigation check works.”

“Cool, okay… that’s a… 7 for arcana and 16 for investigation.”

“So, on the table, you can definitely tell whoever lives here was tinkering with something magic, but you can’t tell what kind other than green and glowy. It’s just a bit too far removed from your area of expertise. Whatever it is, they don’t seem to be getting the results they want, judging from the notes. But, they’ve definitely accomplished something recently.”

“Damn, really wish I rolled higher on that arcana.”

“It is what it is. So, with Raven and Orion. Now that you’re closer, you notice that there are runes inscribed around the cavern, roll an Arcana.”

“Nice, 18 plus 3, 21.”

“I rolled an 8.”

“Okay, well, Raven, you completely recognize these runes, you even notice some blatant errors in some of them. They seem to be an activation sequence of some kind, a gate, even. Orion, you know what a small handful of the runes mean, but nothing coherent.”

“Okay… I uh… go inside the cavern.”

“Eh! I dunno dude, I don’t think it’s a good idea to walk into the giant magic gate in the underground lab.”

“Nah, let him, I’m curious.”

“It’s too late to take it back now. Raven, what are you doing while he’s walking inside?”

“Hmmm, do I notice Orion walking inside?”

“Roll a perception.”

“… that’s a solid 3.”

“Then no.”

“Okay, I’m going to fix the runes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hey! Don’t do that! I’m literally walking inside of it right now! Can’t you wait until I’m out?”

“First off, I didn’t notice you go inside, second, the runes are wrong, of course I’m going to fix them. It’s what my character would do!”

“Oh no…”

“Swave, I want you to also roll a perception check.”

“… Sorry dude, that’s a 5 at best.”

“Ughhhh.”

“Raven, roll an arcana again to correct the runes.”

“17.”

“Congrats, you’ve fixed the runes. Orion, roll a dex save.”

“NO!”

“AH!”

“Oops.”

“… a 2.”

“Ouch, man. Okay, so Raven and Swave. As Orion enters the cavern, and Raven fixes the runes, they start glowing, and there’s a tearing sound as green pours out from the hole in the wall.”

“NOooOooo…”

“Hmm, just for kicks, Orion, roll a con save.”

“Okay… man, this sucks, first session and I’m already… that’s a nat 20.”

“Seriously?!”

“Wow, this will be interesting. So, Orion, as you enter the cavern, now known to be a portal, it lights up with green magic, and races through you, like it’s cooking you alive. But due to the force, it launches you out, and you land in the middle of the laboratory floor… Lower your hp to 1, and use up two death saves. Also, change your race to tiefling. I’ll send you the rest of the stuff when I figure it out.”

“YOOO!”

“Haha… yeah… wow.”

“Hey, Spike, thanks for coming over to DM today.”

“No problem. It’s good to help a friend's sibling with something I’m good at. Especially when he’s trying to make new friends, and it’s not like Jazz was ever going to call in that favor.”

“Yeah, it was really cool. Thank you, but wasn’t it a bit ‘on the nose’ to use my parent’s basement as a reference?”

“Hey, it’s a good inspiration. Besides, you’re the one who walked into it, prior knowledge or not.”

“Haha… yeah that’s on me… didn’t think it was actually going to do anything until Sam decided to fix the runes.”

“Yeah, not the best move from a group perspective. But… Jazz said they’re expecting to finish it within the next year.”

“Yeah… maybe. Most of their stuff just covers us in goo. I just hope they finish it soon… they’ve been down there a lot, ya know?”

“Yeah… I do.”

“Anyways, I’m sure I’ll see you around. I’ll tell Jazz you said ‘hi’ whenever she gets home from tutoring.”

“Thanks, little dude. See you around.”

“Later.”

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Master Post

#ectoberhaunt23 #Day 6 #Tabletop #goodfish writes #danny phantom #dungeons and dragons #sam manson #tucker foley #spike #jazz mentioned #coming in with the horrible foreshadowing for a home run #it's a bit confusing but i made it pretty obvious who's who once you hear their character names #this was fun to write

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mike-noctalios · 2 months

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Rain world chronology

Let's start with the fact that the dates in the game are in the format yyyy.ccc. Why yyyy and ccc? Actually, we're not sure if the first four digits mean year and the last three digits mean cycles, but for simplicity's sake let's call them just that.

Technically, to prove that ccc is some short period of time (maybe a cycle) we have two pearls with events with six ccc units between them, occurring clearly within a short time frame.

For convenience, let's refer to yyyy units as years. We're not sure how many *cycles* in one year the Ancients had and how many days it would be in Earth days, so calculating how long the entire timeline took would be quite problematic. I wasn't going to do that, though.

Let's start back in 1514.ccc, when the sun was brighter, grass was cheaper and there was one (or maybe two) less iterators in the group. As far as I can remember, this is the oldest record. From the gems we have and from it we can judge that at that time the Ancients were quite prosperous, and there was no thought of universal ascension. It is unknown if Five Pebbles is older than Unparalleled Innocence, but we can assume that both were built around that time. More specifically, between 1514.ccc and 1591.ccc.

As we can see, at the time of 1591.ccc the Ancients have already ascended, Five Pebbles has been built and the Triple Affirmative signal from Sliver of Straw may have already arrived. So, in 77 *years*, the Ancient civilization has built 1(2) known iterators, died and ascended.

Speaking of Sliver of Straw, it is worth mentioning that it is not mentioned in the records until 1650.787. Alternatively, this may well mean that she found a solution only in or around 1650.ccc, as this is the period when the discussion of this topic is active.

1654.108(?) begins the Five Pebbles experiment, which dehydrates the Moon for 6 *cycles*. (Photos 1-2). However, at 1681.662, when SRS learns of this from Chasing Wind (which indirectly hints that he is not in the Moon group), the Moon is still standing.

This is the end of the events with known dates. It is only worth noting that the Moon collapse took a short time after the Spearmaster' campaign. This is hinted at in the dialog between SRS and NSH, in which it is indirectly stated that the Hunter began to be created at the time of Spearmaster, although the Artificer's campaign takes place between them and during it the Moon's construction has already collapsed. We can try to estimate the scale of the entire known period (1514.ccc-1681.ccc) to be about a hundred Earth years, as we humans perceive the years to be. How much cover all events up to the Saint - to estimate already much more difficult because of absence of any dating. However, we can estimate that not so much (the only indicator that many years have passed is the cold, and that only indirectly), at a glance from 200 to 300 years.

#rain world #rw lore

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tsundere-isopods · 2 years

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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what Frenchie gains from a relationship with Izzy. (Yes, I am still dealing with the Brainrot.) I’m putting a read more because this thing got away from me and I didn’t mean to write an entire essay to get to my point.

It always is the same for what Izzy gets out of the relationship: Someone to work through emotional baggage, someone who isn’t afraid to touch him, someone who isn’t actually afraid of him period. Frenchie gives Izzy peace and that’s an important thing for Izzy’s development.

But, the question that isn’t answered most of the time: What does Frenchie get? A common answer is learning how to fight for himself. He gets safety from everyone else on the ship who would otherwise want to hurt him (in the cases of Blackbeard’s Revenge without any of his crew.) Don’t you think he deserves more?

Frenchie is a good character. He’s funny, he’s kind, he’s always there to help a friend when they need it. He’s crazy good at people, both reading them and manipulating them. He’s gotten along incredibly well so far without help from Izzy. He doesn’t really have a desire or need to take on charity cases. (Sorry, but a lot of the Oiuzzy fics out there make Izzy out like a charity case where a hug can solve all of his problems.)

What Frenchie brings to the table in every headcanon/fic/meta-analysis I have read vastly outweighs what Izzy does. And I also feels that is disingenuous to Izzy. Izzy has been under Blackbeard for years. He commands respect and isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. But, you know what makes a good First Mate who has a Captain that goes through ‘moods’? The ability to judge situations, make choices to protect his men, and listen to them.

Now, I’m not saying I don’t enjoy Izzy-centered fics that have these two. But, even some of the Frenchie-centered ones are about Izzy and what he gains. Not Frenchie and what he gains. Relationships don’t work if only one person gets something out of it.

Can I make a suggestion for every shipper out there who writes fanfics? Take that first line of spoken dialog that Frenchie has: “Bottle it up?” and run with it. This man has lived a life in service. He was probably taught to not be seen or heard because he was the “Help”. He’s never known freedom and even on the ship, there is freedom but we only ever see him close to Olu, Roach, and John. And even then, we don’t see them super close like we see everyone else. He’s also alone, with no one he can really talk to, if he even knows how to talk to people about the things in his head. Look at how everyone reacts to his superstitions. I have a lot of headcanons on Frenchie and I am trying so hard to not put them here. But, slavery has had a huge effect on him. You can tell when he stands in front of anyone who isn’t one of the crew. Slouched posture, no eye contact, deferring others to speak for him. We don’t see that in the French episode because he’s got the support of Olu and the rest of the slaves on the ship. And he takes great joy in screwing everyone else over. But, as a whole, he watches and weighs the situations until there is something for him there. He’s wicked smart and most people just forget how crafty he is when it comes to people.

Me, personally? I think that Frenchie should get the same thing Izzy does. He gets someone to soothe his fears. A person who will listen to him, like really listen. Beyond all of the crystals and sea monsters, listen to what frightens him. And Izzy can’t solve or erase all of those fears, but he can listen. Which is what Frenchie deserves. He also deserves someone who wouldn’t hesitate to pick up a gift because it made them think of him. Someone who offers acts of service without expecting anything in return. He can defend himself (well, sort of, my boy is really clumsy) and has made friends with everyone on the ship, but he doesn’t have real closeness with anyone but John.

Everyone finds Frenchie funny. But, we know from just that simple first piece of spoken dialogue that he bottles everything up to stay that funny, goofy guy. Izzy sees through that. Every time. It gets better the closer they get. And Izzy doesn’t do feelings but he does fucking listen. He might not be able to fix the situation, but he hears everything and he thinks about it. He plots and schemes and eventually, he comes back with a solution. Izzy does his best to make Frenchie better. I love the idea of Izzy teaching him to sword fight as much as the next person, but Izzy would also find the time to fix the ‘weak link’ on the crew because that’s what a good First Mate does. Make him show patience that he has to have. Traditional ships were made of seasoned sailors and boys looking to run away from something. It would have been Izzy’s job to assess and help every single one of them survive. Because a weak crew is a dead crew. And that’s not acceptable. But, that shouldn’t be all he brings to the table.

The reason a lot of people like Izzy’s character is because he’s such a bastard. And the reason a lot of people like Frenchie is because he is so lovable. I love this dynamic in a lot of different ways. Frenchie and Izzy works. They are good for each other because they help the other one remember or feel human. They listen to each other about the things the other one can’t or won’t tell anyone else. They help cover each other’s weak points.

Now, please, someone give me a fic where Izzy gives Frenchie some kind of protection amulet because it will protect him from whatever thing Frenchie is so afraid of that he won’t leave the cabin without it being after they’ve gotten together. Or, where Izzy wakes him up from a nightmare and when Frenchie tells him it’s nothing, he coaxes it out of him so he can go back to sleep because that’s what a First Mate does. Where Izzy is the first one to pursue and finds that Frenchie needs someone to keep him grounded, and God does Izzy want to make him feel tethered to something. Don’t just make Izzy-centered fics. Please. For the love of all things holy. Make Izzy just as good for Frenchie as Frenchie is for Izzy.

#our flag means death #ofmd #frenchie #oiuzzy #frenzzy

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2 Men 1 Tesla Coil

Warning. Highly cursed. Smut is towards the end mostly. Direct sequel to this but can be read as stand alone. https://www.tumblr.com/sailorsenshishitposter/741029367625482241/femboys-2-electric-boogaloo?source=share

It was decided then. Sundowner was going to learn what a power bottom was. The two men met up the following night. They decided to go to a hotel since Sam could still be heard sobbing throughout the building. "What is with that guy? He plays VR chat once and now suddenly everything is about him needing to cry to my heart will go on? Disgusting."

Monsoon finished rambling only to find Sundowner laying on the bed while eating a bag of Cheetos. "What are you doing?" The other man opened his jaw and ate the contents in one gulp. Burp "waiting for the movie to start." Monsoon frowned. "Its not another one of Sam's suggestions is it?"

"Course not! I asked the guy at the video store what all the gay fellas are watching and he suggested this one." Before the cyborg could even ponder about how a DVD rental chain was still open, the opening credits started. Sundowner then grabbed the man and forced him on to the bed, snuggling him. Well this was new.

Just as Monsoon had tried to hide his blushing cheeks the dialog could be heard. "Sometimes, I pull so hard, I rip the skin-" It was now ten minutes later. The television had been destroyed by a flying sai and one could hear loud screaming in Khmer. "FROM NOW ON YOU WILL READ THE CASE TO CHECK FOR 'STARRING STEVE RAMBO'!"

Sundown lowered his head in embarrassment. "Will do." He realized the best thing to do was to calm down. "Got any smokes?" Sundowner asked. "That depends. How do you feel about red phosphorus?" An hour later and the two men were higher than the length of the ending cutscenes of metal gear solid 4. "This reminds me of the time I took so much benadryl and was visited by the hat man. Good times were had, I tell ya what."

Monsoon had a higher tolerance to the smoke so he wasn't as severely affected. "Dude. What in the hell are you talking about?" He would give the other man a judging look if he had the eyes to do so. "Y'know. Hat man!" Monsoon had no idea what the man was talking about. "You've lost your mind..."

And with that Sundowner ran into the bathroom and locked himself in. The cyborg sighed. "Stop being such a baby! I already learned to stop crying by the time I was seven so stop being so dramatic!" More sniffling could be heard. "Ugh. If I say I'm sorry will you come out?" The crying stopped for a moment. "Maybe."

"How about this? I'll have the lab department create you that dog you love so much. What was his name? Handbanana?" The door then burst wide open. "YIPEE!" Sundowner jumped on the bed canon ball style and violent shaking could be felt through the whole building.

Monsoon then sat down next to him and patted the mans bald head. "You know what? I think I'm ready to know what a power bottom is!" The cyborg grinned. "Wonderful. Let's get started." Monsoon then went on in full detail about the meaning of a power bottom and every gay slang terminology one could think of.

"Wow. You find out something new every day, huh?" Monsoon grabbed a book out. "This is my favorite novel. Let's move on to the foreplay!" They ended up reading the selfish gene in its entirety. Sundowner didn't understand a word of it but he enjoyed hearing the other man moan when talking about memes.

"So how do we do this?" It was Sundowners first time with another man. "We use my electromagnetism to our advantage. You enter inside me and it will be like we've become a tesla coil." Sundowner was confused. "What's that?" Monsoon sighed. "Just shut up and get on with it already..." Sundowner was about to put it in when he remembered something important.

"Wait! What about protection?" Monsoon threw something towards him. "I've got it covered." It turns out that it was a condom made of tinfoil. "Alright! Three..., two...., one...." And blast off. Sundowner was trying to enjoy the feeling when he noticed something was off. "Monsoon? Babe ya okay?"

The cyborg started violent shaking. "NOT ENOUGH MEMORY IN STORAGE". Sundowner pulled out like a slip and slide. "THE HELL?" He went to make sure the other man was alright. "Sorry about that. I guess you're bigger than I assumed you would be. But don't worry, we just need to make more room." Monsoon then gave him two USB sticks. "This should give us more memory. Insert them right here." His chest plate moved to reveal two USB ports where his nipples should be.

Sundowner plugged them in and then twisted them like a key causing Monsoon to let out a loud hentai style moan. Sundowners penis than began to harden more than Armstrong's nanomachines. "Hot!" Then he rammed inside and shouted "IT'S MY HOLE! IT WAS MADE FOR ME!" Monsoon couldn't get enough. "C'mon, I can take it!"

Sundowner somehow went even deeper, causing Monsoon's eye socket wires to burst out and push off his mask. They were both close to finishing. Soon the Alabama man screamed "AND IT WILL CUM!" finally climaxing. This caused the other man to release, his snail like protrusions twisting into hearts.

As they both rested they soon heard a beep. "What's that?" Monsoon blushed. "My battery is low. You better hook me up to an outlet." Sundowner then carried the man bridal style all the way to the kitchen counter and placed him on top of it. "Hope this works..." He took out his phone charger and plugged it into the wall outlet. Then he saw the two USB nipples protruding. 'Well I gotta take those out I guess..."

Five minutes later and Monsoon was now charging. "This goes without saying but I think we're going to need to leave soon. I'm not paying for the damage we caused to our hotel room." Sundowner shushed him. "No need darlin'. I've got it covered." He then slammed down a large stack of cash. The cyborg zoomed in on what he was seeing. "Where did you obtain this?"

Sundowner grinned. "Why monopoly of course! I can't believe they just let you take it all!" Monsoon then stared into the ceiling, contemplating his life choices.

#mgrr #metal gear rising revengeance #mgr #shitpost #crack fic #crack ship #monsoon mgr #sundowner mgr #sundowner x monsoon #Monsoon x sundowner #cursed #Cursed smut #memes #Steve Rambo reference #me ruining juni ito #Reading Richard Dawkins as foreplay #USB storage in the nips #snail eyes #Sunsoon

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Operation Atlantis Notes - "The Metro" (chapter 10)

CHAPTER 10. WOOHOO. FINALLY. CHAPTER 10!!! Man, I can't believe it, but we're a quarter through this fic already! A QUARTER!!! Look we still have a lot to go but I'm just happy we've already made this far okay. By this rate I'll finish by the time Splatoon 4 is out but I DON'T CARE!!! CHAPTER 10!!! YIPEEE!!!

*ahem*

Uh, I struggled significantly writing this chapter in the beginning, but once I got into the meat and potatoes of it it was fine. Or, I think. Look guys, my life has been really busy and the fine details of what writing this chapter was like has been lost in the shuffle, so. I'm gonna try my best here. Apologies if it seems more half-assed than usual.

Opening poem: This isn't the best opening poem I've written so far (in my opinion at least), but I do really like the vibe it brings. I chose to make it a callback to Chapter 1's poem, but with a more confident feel to it that I think does a great job of encapsulating Eight's character growth so far. Obviously she still has a long way to go, but she's much farther than she was in the past. And in this chapter, well... all that's put to the test.

Lila's Ultimatum: Sooooo, fun fact... remember that time in chapter 5 where Lila's boss told her to interview Three during the week? I... forgot about that. And judging by my math it's now been more than a week. So. Hence why this scene is here—I mean what are you talking about, I planned it all along! Hah! Anyways, not much to say about this here. We'll be seeing Lila next chapter. Originally it was in this chapter but then I realized Azalea fit better.

Eight's First Metro Attempt: I had such an interesting time with this one. I've been waiting quite a while to introduce the sanitized octarians properly. Their dialog in-game here is genuinely quite creepy, and I really wanted them to get on Eight's nerves in a way nothing really has before. A lot of times I feel like they're glossed over, and that's just a shame. There's something so horrifying about seeing a person so physically similar to you but yet so different. And that's what really throws Eight off here.

Three Moping (wow so rare /s): I gotta admit, the best part about this scene to me is these two lines I wrote: "She’d played with fire and ended up surprised that she’d gotten hurt" and "And it was all because she’d used Eight as the glue to put the broken pieces of herself back together." Just, love the imagery here, no words. Poor Three man.

The Sanitized Octolings: This was interesting. I have a lot of thoughts about the sanitized octarians and how they're perceived generally (a lot of people in the fandom and arguably even Nintendo themselves take the "they're just zombies" approach, which I'm... not found of. It's become less common since Side Order) and they tie in significantly to some of the themes I'm exploring. I would babble more, but spoilers, so... Iso Padre is just setting Eight's expectations here. Nothing more.

Three and Azalea: Yeah, this scene was the reason Lila didn't appear this chapter, and honestly... thank goodness, because I love this scene. Three is, as you could've guessed by now, a character who's used to repressing her feelings and moving on, but Azalea forcing her to acknowledge them here actually leads to a better outcome. The fact that Three can even admit to herself that she cares about Eight already shows character growth on her part, I think. In earlier chapters, she would've denied it, but here, Three is finally giving herself space to feel. To process. And most importantly: do something about those feelings.

"So beat up those nasty green bitches for me, will you?": Another scene of Three being incredibly Heterosexual™. Yep, she's totally not gay, nothing to see here. Anyways, this has to be one of my favorite Agent 24 scenes. It balances a good amount of sincerity and casualness to it, with Three affirming Eight's feelings but also joking with her. It's also a great example of Three putting her thoughts into action, which not only helps her but Eight, too. And that's the real beauty of it to me, really.

Eight's First Mem Cake: I've said this before, and I'll say it again: I love determined Eights. I feel like they have to be, given how hellish the Metro is. Eight here isn't quite there yet, but... she's getting there! And here, she takes a major step. When she puts her mind to it, she's a force to be reckoned with: however, is she really prepared to face the full ramifications of her actions? I ended the chapter on this question, with a series of very brief flashbacks and Eight's final question.

Whew. Chapter 10! If you're wondering why this took me so long to post, it's because I've been busy. For one, I GRADUATED at the end of May, got and recovered from surgery the first half of June, got a job, and I'm now I'm working, adjusting to my new cochlear implant, and preparing for COLLEGE!!! AHHH!!! Between all that stuff, I've... kinda had an excuse to procrastinate publishing this chapter. But it's here now. Yay.

Anyways, now onto more important things: the future of this fic. As I've mentioned before, I am putting this fic on hiatus for a bit. How long? I don't know. At least until the end of the summer, if not longer. This is so I can regain my motivation and work on other projects. But, rest assured, I am not abandoning Operation Atlantis. I love this fic so much and I will see it finished if it's the last thing I do, dammit. I imagine I might get back into it during my winter break, but we'll see.

So, onto to my other projects: currently, I have 2 in mind. First is a Side Order rewrite called Monochrome Malaise. It makes numerous changes to Side Order that I wish the devs had done, like giving grayscaling actual stakes. It's part of a larger collection of Side Order stories I've brainstormed but may or may not write. My second project, on the other hand, is a soulmate AU called The Color Magenta inspired by theashemarie's Etched on the Body (go read it if you haven't, it's fantastic). It follows Three from their adolescence, then meeting Eight, and falling in love. I never thought I would write a soulmate AU, but I'm really enjoying writing my own take on it.

Of these two, The Color Magenta is the one that will likely come out first. I hope to post both, though, I've just... been struggling with writing lately. It's the perfectionist tendencies getting to me lol. I'm trying to beat it, but it's a tricky beast.

Anyways, happy July, and good luck on Summer Nights! (Team Beach for me I think 🏖️)

#ari's updates #writing notes #operation atlantis writing notes #chapter 10

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crybabyjellyfish · 1 year

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I feel so bad for what my boyfriend has to put up with. I had learned that when I'm mentally exhausted, I go and default to no filter bullshit. It's so dumb and funny but like kljxdlfkjdlfkjd. It's the dark side fo aquarius being the quirky one /j. Highkey why did I ask him, "Bro what if I got high and since ur a furry, I make a fursona just for u to draw us.... wait bro does that mean you'd imagine us in ur furry hentais??? Shiiiiiiit wild my dude."

and he's like, "i'm worried you're going to judge me for what im into."

and im like, "Bro u said u needed to go bathroom and I said to bring back a souvenir and then our big toes could kiss by accident because what if I trip when walking over to u and stub my toe against your toe? Can a person stub a toe against another person's toe? Is that two way damage? I wonder that dice you'd have to roll for that in a dnd game. Wait the thumb thumbs from spy kids- does that mean every time they get hurt its a stubbed toe? LOL"

^^^^ I didn't actually send that because I was trying so hard to not be weird to him. I wanted to text him that so bad but im like wtaf am I saying dear god stfu. ik im not gonna scare him away but jfc this kinda dialog in my brain i try so hard to contain. And when it slips out- suddenly everyone knows about ABO and are now talking about the reproductive abilities of Edward Cullen.

Its also funny bc im not a stoner, they are. Idk why that's relevant but it feels like it is.

#adhd brain #autism brain #i swear its gotta be one of those two #idk what else it could be #i learned this from bff tho

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theegh0st · 3 years

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The dialog is underneath

Warriors: since the sailor is asleep and the old man is patrolling, why don't we talk about the ladies that have caught your guys eyes recently, you know, to pass the time.

Twilight: is that really necessary

Warriors: lighten up rancher, I'm sure some of the others are also curious. Sky is their anyone you've been into lately?

Sky: oh well, I do have a girlfriend...

four: wait, really?

Sky: Its actually Zelda, she's the light of my world and I love her so much.

Twilight: thats really sweet sky

Sky: yeah she is, how about you cook? Anyone that you like?

Wild: oh, well... no

Wild: what about the veteran, their must be someone who has been able to make him go soft

Legend: no.

Warriors: stop being so grumpy all the time, anyways What about you smithy? Are you with zelda?

Four: uh no, not Zelda.

Warriors: so there is a lady

Four: not recently but there was someone...

Wild: what was she like? If you don't mind talking about it

Four: hmm, they were quite smart surprisingly. They were adorable and I hold dear all those treasured moments. We were two sides of a coin. Never meant to be but I guess they thought I was worth all the trouble. I mean, they spent a whole day setting up a room just to be dramatic!

Sky: aw, sounds like she was lovely

Four: yeah, he was

Four: I-uh I mean...

Warriors: what else did he do?

Wild: none of us here would judge you for liking a guy smithy.

Sky: if there is someone who has a problem with it. Then they can come talk to me about it

Four: thanks, I didn't really expect anyone to stay around me if they knew, well liking the same gender isn't exactly welcomed

Legend: if it makes you feel better shorty, I actually like both.

Wild: you could do that?

Warriors: thats sweet but what about you traveler. You've been awfully quiet. You don't have a problem with it? Do You.

Hyrule: oh-uh, no. Its just. It got me thinking, I don't. I dont want a relationship or anything like that. I've never felt that way towards anyone before and just the idea... I don't find it all to appealing.

Twilight: there's a word for it.

Hyrule: ?

Twilight: Your asexual. Its when you don't have sexual feelings towards others.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu four #lu legend #lu warriors #lu sky #lu twilight #lu wild #lu hyrule #asexual pride #dont like it but here it is #im not going to finish it so heres the sketch #my art

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shipskicksandgiggles · 2 years

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Prompt 4 with Tony and Bruce for the dialog prompts part 2 please

It just has potential

oh it so does. it's so them

prompt: “I’m not doing that.” “Why?” “People might talk to me.” (from this list)

Read Changing Things Around here on ao3

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Tony had never been happier. Bruce taking the offer to move into the Tower and utilize his lab was like the last piece of a puzzle falling into place.

Having another person in his space felt right. They didn’t even really work together for the most part. Tony had always worked alone, but sharing his space, knowing another brilliant mind was in the room, was a breath of fresh air.

Still, he sometimes forgot Bruce was there. Having not worked around another person in so long meant he was used to doing things a certain way.

Like blasting rock music far too loud, and letting every surface get cluttered to the point he had to clean just so he could find that one wrench he needed to finish tuning up the Iron Man suit.

Which Bruce, bless his soul, tolerated up to a point. He kept his own space tidy, making sure that everything got put away exactly where it needed to go. He never told Tony to turn down his music, but he took to wearing headphones when Tony really cranked up the volume.

After a few months of cohabitating, it almost seemed like they were rubbing off on each other. Tony seemed to keep his tools in some kind of order, even if it only made sense to him, and Bruce joined in on singing along to the music he knew.

It was a good thing for the both of them.

Even Pepper seemed to notice the change. She thought Bruce was good for Tony.

Hence the reason she was trying to convince the both of them to go to a conference in San Francisco.

“Pepper, please,” Tony begged. “Why do I have to go?”

“Because you’re the biggest contributor to the program, and you should show interest in the work of up and coming tech geniuses. Bruce, come on, you can come too. Maybe show off some of your own work as a guest speaker.”

“I’m not doing that,” the man said, not even looking up at her.

“Why not?” she asked.

Finally, he dragged his head up to meet her gaze. “Because people might talk to me.”

Her lips pursed, and she inhaled sharply. “It’ll be good for both of you to get out of the lab,” she argued. “It’s only a weekend.”

“Pepperpot, my darling, please don’t make us do this. I’m not kidding when I say I’d rather go to board meetings for an entire day,” Tony told her.

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Be honest with me, what would it take to actually get you to go to a conference?”

“A lot,” he said flatly.

“What about a guest lecture at MIT? You always like supporting the students at your old school.”

“Could we turn it into an old-fashioned science fair? Like the ones we had when we were kids?”

Bruce nodded with him. “I like that idea. We could be judges, that would really get us involved.”

“But wouldn’t people talk to you?” Pepper asked, mimicking what he said earlier.

“Sure, but it’s different when it’s college kids who are passionate about their fields. The San Francisco thing is going to be rich people who have never done anything for themselves in their lives because it’s easier to hire someone to do it sucking up to us because it would be an ‘advantageous opportunity’,” Bruce emphasized with air quotes. “I would much rather talk to college kids,” he shrugged, going back to working on his project.

Tony raised an eyebrow at her, and Pepper knew she had lost. “Fine. I’ll go see what I can do to make that happen. We’re still talking about San Francisco later,” she said, glaring at him.

“No we’re not.”

“Not even if it means getting to spite Justin Hammer?”

Tony hated that she knew him so well. “One day?”

“Two.”

“Thirty-six hours and I will build you anything you want.”

“Deal. How do you feel about redoing my entire kitchen?”

“Like it would be my honor, Ms. Potts.”

“Good. Do you think you could make an automated teapot? Like your coffee maker, but for tea?”

“I’m sure I could figure something out.”

“I’ll help,” Bruce chimed in. “I could use one of those myself.”

“Excellent. Pack your bags and be on the jet as soon as possible. I expect you to start on my kitchen the second you’re back in New York.”

With that, she turned on her heel and walked about out of the lab.

They watched her until she was out of sight, and when she was, they both let out a long sigh.

“She scares me,” Bruce said, making a face.

“Right? Why do you think I hired her?” Tony asked. “No one else could do her job quite so effectively. Having her take over as CEO was the single best decision I’ve ever made.”

“Clearly. However, I don’t want her to come back here to yell at us, so you need to go pack. I’ll get a head start on the tea maker.”

“I honestly don’t know why I hadn’t thought to make one for her before. It would have been the perfect birthday gift for her last year.”

“Well, we’re doing it now, and that’s what’s important. Seriously, get out of here. I don’t want to see her angry.”

“And that means something coming from you, Jolly Green Giant. Don’t have too much fun without me, you hear?”

Bruce just waved him off, but Tony grinned. Having someone else around was a definite improvement.

#ellis writes #tony stark #bruce banner #pepper potts #humor #tony and bruce share the lab #pepper is so done #science bros

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