#i would give up myself as a test subject if only it meant helping you with your research

[tofutopping]

The amount of screen time Medicine Pocket got in the new LUCY PV!? EXCUSE ME?!? MEDIPOC FANS, OUR TIME HAS COME!!

[icewindandboringhorror]

Everytime I face a new character limit on a website that didn't have them before/used to have really long ones... AUGHHhhh the modern social media world was not made for people like me (lovers of details, rambling, elaboration, thorough explanation, and nuance)

[my-heart-beat-for-anime]

The snowflake

young president coriolanus snow x first lady reader

WARNING: snow is out of charakter, i am delulu, i can change him

Friend.

Ally.

First love.

Partner.

And now the husband. The man who slept soundly next to me meant all this to you. The sun poured into our shared bedroom along with the cold air coming in through the half-open window. As a result, Cory and I huddled together in our sleep to protect each other from the cold. I looked at his face buried in my shoulder, his quiet breathing made me smile and I kissed the top of his head feeling him start to wake up. “Good morning dearest,” he murmured in his morning voice. "Good morning love, I was afraid you wouldn't wake up," I replied. “Who would want to wake up if they could sleep next to you for the rest of the ages,” he growled back. “But you're too sweet. I laughed at his flattery. However, I rewarded him with a kiss on the corner of his mouth and began to slowly get up from the bed., Don't forget that today we have an interview with Lucky and...” my sentence was interrupted by an announcement. a rush of nausea that suddenly came over me.,, Are you okay , darling." Coriolanus shouted with panic in his voice as he quickly tried to get out of bed.,, Yeah yeah I'm fine.” I waved my hand at him to calm him down.,, You sure it looked bad so we can cancel the interview " to quickly counter., "No, it's fine. I didn't drink much water yesterday, so I felt nauseous. I carefully went to the kitchen where I poured myself a full glass of water and drank it. to have an interview as the first lady of Panem, but my day continued by going to teach students at the academy afterwards.I lectured on the history of Panem and my attitude made me quite a popular professor. Many of your former classmates were content to be representative wives, but I wanted more. I wouldn't mind just being a wife, but I remembered well how boring your professor's lectures were at the academy, thank you for this subject. And thanks to my enthusiasm, the students will also start to enjoy it. Therefore, I did not want to lose my lecture, so I decided to attend despite the nausea and the interview. Coriolanus in turn shared his schedule for the day, which included a meeting with the Minister and other presidential duties, as I liked to call them. After long preparations, I ended up with a dark red velvet dress with a square neckline and black heeled shoes. I quickly grabbed my bag that had my class materials and some corrected tests.

I went out to the entrance door where Coryo was waiting in a red suit and coat and in return he was holding mine which he quickly helped me into. Coryo immediately offered you his arm and carried your bag as you continued on your way to the car that would take us to the interview. Coryo who seemed to be the perfect gentleman opened the door for me and placed my bag in the trunk of the car. Unfortunately, my nausea got worse on the car ride and I was pretty sure I was green in the face. My husband's hand held my hand the whole time, and the third put small rings in it. Fortunately, we soon arrived in front of the studio where we were to give the interview. Coryo immediately got out and opened the door for you to simply get out. He offered me his hand again and together you walked to the studio waving to the crowd that had come to see the President and First Lady. I knew I couldn't show how miserable I felt, so I just smiled and waved. Fortunately, the interview went very quickly and all that was needed was for you and Cory to confirm that you will try your best in your new position and lead the Lord to a better tomorrow. After the interview, I said goodbye to Cory and started walking to the academy. Coryo offered to take me by car, but I insisted that I would rather walk. The second thing was that I thought the fresh air would help my nausea, which only got worse. I reached the academy within ten minutes and immediately entered my classroom. I had about five minutes before the students came in and your lesson started. Everything went well at the beginning of the lesson, the students answered my questions and everything went smoothly. But my nausea only got worse and I even got a headache. Suddenly my eyes went dark and my head was suddenly very light. Around you, you heard screams and commotion, someone was shaking my shoulder and talking to me. The darkness welcomed me into its arms and I lost consciousness.

Coryo pov:

I was just signing the cooperation agreement when the landline I had on my desk suddenly lit up. The number called was my wife's number. It was weird because she was supposed to be giving a lecture at the moment, but it was even more disturbing because I knew (Y/N) would never just interrupt her lecture. So I immediately picked up the receiver and a distraught young man's voice was heard on the other end. "P-Mr. President, Mrs. Professor has o-passed out and we don't know what m...ow." the distraught boy had to get a slap on the head. "What's wrong with my wife?" I shouted to the other side. There was silence for a while, but finally a mature female voice answered, "I'm sorry president, but the students here panicked, your wife passed out and was just taken to Frenill Hospital.",,Okay, thank you." he thanked the woman on the other end of the line and hung up. I immediately called my driver and rushed to headquarters. The whole time I was going to the hospital, I was wondering what happened, she has some kind of illness or someone poisoned her, my thoughts were running everywhere that I didn't even notice that we were already standing in front of the hospital. . I jumped out of the car and ran to the hospital reception hall. I ran to the counter but before I could open my mouth the nurse informed me that (Y/N) was in room 208. I went up to the second floor where I finally found her room and immediately burst inside. she lay conscious, but terribly pale, and had a drop in her hand. I went to her and stroked her hair.,,Hi, what happened." I asked her with a soft look. "I don't know, it got worse and worse and then I passed out, when I woke up, I was here. she whined.

Your view: Coryo was gently caressing me when suddenly the doctor came in. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Snow, I'm here to tell you the test results. Coryo grabbed your hand and put the tranquilizer rings on. The doctor suddenly laughed, “Don't worry, that's good news Mrs. Snow, you're pregnant, you're at the end of your third trimester, the baby should be born in six months, congratulations to you both. "said the doctor, leaving the room. I looked at Coriolanus and tried to decipher his opinion on the matter. I was happy myself, I always wanted my child. "Well, I think that empty room in the house will be used at last," he said and he smiled softly and reached his hand over my stomach and began to caress it gently. "I am the luckiest man in Panem."

OUR LITTLE SNOWFLAKE

I hope you like it if you have any request i am always open.

[azuresky-agere]

CG!Diluc and Little!Venti

(venti getting overwhelmed in angel's share, and dadluc coming to the bard's aid.)

-aka a small draft I cooked up because I couldn't sleep.

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Venti was never really one to be...quiet. it was an odd sight to see at the main bar of Angel's Share - Venti being completely silent. Usually he was up and about, yelling at other patrons across the bar, or playing his ballads, which would undoubtedly gain him a crowd and a half. A crowd for the fellow in green meant simply one thing:

Wine.

The bard would ask for payment in glasses of wine and only the richest apples, which he would snack on during his breaks.

But not tonight. For the entire night was his break.

Diluc finished serving a table, glancing at the other, who was slumped over his barside, quiet as a mouse. Not a single glass has been by his side all night, and he'd gotten to the tavern half an hour ago. Usually, not ordering or drinking anything would give Diluc the right to kick him out, but he could tell something was wrong.

"Venti." He simply said. "Are you okay?"

The bard in question forces a smile on his face, looking up at the man. "Why, of course." His voice is dead, long gone from this realm. Usually, he's cheery, but it was probably a facade.

"Do you want a drink?"

He simply nods, ordering apple juice, to his suprise.

Hours pass, and he seems to get worse. More patrons leave, and as the night progresses and more alcohol finally hits people's bodies, it gets louder. People start to yell, and there's a fight or two between people that doesn't escalate much, but Venti can see blood.

With the sight of the crimson dripping onto the wooden floorboards of the tavern, he leaves. It wasn't a lot, most likely sourced from a nosebleed, but he's seen enough blood in his lifetime. The door clicks behind him, and not a single patrons notices.

But Diluc does.

When Venti's able to calm down, he slips to the side of the building, and silently cries. It doesn't take Diluc two minutes to follow the sound, and find the other.

"Luc..." He coughs out. Diluc slips himself next to him, and he can't help but feel worry and concern course through his mind.

"I'm here, kiddo." He says. The 'kiddo' part wasn't really intentional, as he had cared for Kaeya a few days ago, and his brain was probably still in 'Caregiver' mode. Curses. "How do you feel, Venti?"

He sniffles, hardly able to get words out. "Fuzzy....an'...an' I wan' it to go away. But it won't...". He manages. "Am I dyin', Diluc?"

Diluc shakes his head. "You're not dying. Did the blood upset you?" Seemingly, he's attempting to change the subject.

"mhm." Venti nods, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. "I saw a lot of blood in th' Archon War. Blood is scary."

Diluc nods, offering his hand to the other. "I understand. War is scary, kiddo. You're so brave for going through that." Diluc is simply just testing the waters. He knows that Venti is the Anemo Archon, and that he's lived through almost 3000 years. He's sure to have seen things which have left him unsettled and traumatized no doubt.

Something that a mortal like him can hardly comprehend. But still, he tried to help.

"mhm. Had to hurt people, but I didn't wanna-" Venti choked out, curling up into Diluc's side in order to not burst out crying in the middle of the street.

"You said you felt fuzzy earlier, yes?"

Venti nods. "it happens sometimes, an' I don't know why. My brain just goes all..weird."

"and how do you make it stop, Venti? Have you found a way?'

He nods. "Sometimes I just get blankets and wrap them 'round myself. Sometimes it just goes away after a bit."

"you could be experiencing age regression, Venti."

The bard falls into silence once more. "What's that? Is it good...?"

"it depends how you look at it. It's when you feel like a kid again, and do kid things. There's a few things it's linked to, such as stress or PTSD." Judging by the fact that Venti's an archon, not to mention an old archon at that, he suggests that Venti has some form of PTSD, or maybe even some sort of survivor's guilt. But, he puts that aside and carries on for now. "Sometimes people can feel mentally young, and they do activities like that. They use items like pacifiers, teethers, bottles, you know?"

Venti shakes his head. "Never been a kid. You're just sayin' words."

Diluc chuckles, realising that he's right. "You're right. Just...try sucking on your thumb, it might help with your thoughts."

Venti nods, doing just that. He finds himself cooing and chirping at the feeling,

"you can chirp?" Diluc questions.

Venti nods. "Mhm. Wisp."

"ah, okay. Do you want to go back to your place tonight, or do you want-"

Diluc cuts himself off, as he feels Venti crawling into his lap. "No leaving me."

With a chuckle once more, he scoops the other up with an exaggerated grunt, resting the younger against his chest. "To the winery, I suppose."

Diluc trusts that Venti won't sneak to the basement and get himself intoxicated beyond relief, as he's probably very deep in his headspace, judging by the fact that his thumb hasn't left his mouth, and every single shiny thing under the night's sky seems to catch his attention.

Venti eventually settled into his shoulder, putting like a cat as he dozes off. Diluc lets him, making sure they he is safe and content before walking to the winery. He's sure to get the other fed and clothes, perhaps with a stuffed animal, too.

The thought of the bard being homeless passes his mind, but decides to leave that until Venti is much...bigger in headspace.

[greatcheshire]

i think you've alluded a few times to the weird food situation you had in your upbringing, so i was wondering if you ever talked at length about that? if not, would you be comfortable saying like, what the heck was up with it? if not thats totally fine, i know it's probably a tough subject, but i will admit i am intrigued.

I believe I've talked about it before, but probably through scattered posts and what not, so I don't mind explaining it! If anything just so I have something to link to when people ask lol

CW: abuse I guess? Idk if this counts for abuse or not but just for safety's sake

Basically I wasn't really exposed to a lot of food as a young child. Like I was a picky eater at a young age, which isn't that unique, but my mom wouldn't pressure me to step out of my comfort zone at all and try anything else (vegetables, bread, most food) and instead resort to whatever I already liked. By the time I was five, this had evolved into my mom rarely, if ever, cooking anything for me and my sister, with her often just getting me fast food nuggets or me having to cook whatever a five year old could easily make and would want to make (aka a lot of microwave pizzas, dinosaur nuggets, hot dogs, and mozzarella sticks. She would give me Twinkies for breakfast, though, as they were "a source of bread so they're healthy"). As a result of this, even if I did want to try new foods, I was often unable to, as they weren't in the house or not something I could easily prep or understand myself.

This evolved once again around the time I was in middle school when my mom had me placed on a very restrictive diet in order to present a legal case for the court regarding my custody, treatment, and physical and mental health. She worked with my doctor at the time to put me on a diet where the only restriction was I couldn't eat anything over 7% saturated fat, which quickly showed to be a flawed system, as it meant I could eat as many cookies as I wanted but wasn't allowed a single yogurt cup. As part of this diet, my mom basically refused to buy any food for me that wasn't cinnamon rolls or Ritz crackers dipped in ranch dressing. So for a few years, so long as I was at my mom's, I was eating either cinnamon rolls or Ritz with ranch for three meals a day, minus the days I could sneak out and secretly use money to buy myself lunch somewhere. I remember one time she had me take a glucose test (where you have to fast and then get your blood drawn every hour for, like, 8 hours) and refused to get me anything real to eat afterwards so I chugged a few Vitamin Waters and ate Ritz crackers with ranch dressing in the hopes that it would help the woozy feeling that comes with having so much blood drawn after fasting.

When I was 14 my mom died and I was now living with my dad full time and at this point my palate began to expand, mainly due to my stepmom encouraging/pressuring me to try things that weren't just chicken tenders, cheese sticks, hot dogs, or pizza. However, I wasn't fully out of the clear yet, as my dad is also a picky, meat and potatoes kinda guy. So while I was trying more and more foods, it was a lot of stuff like pork chops or ribs or brisket or steak. Still good things to try! But not a lot of variety, especially for a family that doesn't eat non-American foods except for Taco Bell and doesn't keep fruits or vegetables in the house. Furthermore, I also had the point where despite being a teenager, being kept away from so much food for so long made me sort of averse to even breaking that barrier. Why try bread at this point when I'm 15 and know that I don't like it? What if I have it and it's gross? What if I finally do try lettuce and it makes me sick? Even when I did try things, a lot of it tasted so differently from what my tastebuds were used to that it was hard to learn to actually like it. This is something I still struggle with, to be honest: how to determine if I actually don't like the taste of something or if's just a new taste I've never experienced before.

It would kinda stay stagnant like this until I was 19, just finishing up my first year in college and about to go into my second. And as we all know, college is the time for discovery and experimentation, which in this case meant trying bread. I don't know why I started branching out into more foods then. I think I had just gotten so tired of eating the same thing every day, especially now that I was on my own in a dorm, that I wanted to at least try some new things, especially if I had a dining hall I could just grab things from. I still didn't explore THAT much, if I'm being honest with myself, but from that point on, at least I started to eat bread and burgers and sandwiches and wasn't totally adverse to the idea anymore.

My food exploration kinda slowed down in my later years in college, mainly because I didn't have the dining hall plan anymore and was low on cash and, well, when you have so little money, you're going to stick with safe food choices because if you spend $10 on a new dish and you hate it, well, guess you're out of dinner money now. But thankfully this year, through friends and travel and my own volition, I've started trying more and more things, trying to adapt to a "I'll try whatever" mentality (unless it has nuts in it because wow I hate nuts so much). It took a while, and I'm still learning and dealing with things, but I've come to realize that I don't need to fear food anymore, and now that I have my own place with my own income, I can purchase and try whatever I want to and don't have to worry about any outside pressure one way or the other. It's been a struggle. But it's getting better.

I hope that clears things up! I'm sure there's probably still questions and maybe this doesn't make sense at all but I hope fills in some gaps, at the very least.

[candy8448]

GCSE ADVISE FOR CLASS OF 2025/current year 10s

This is a copy and paste from a group chat i have with some yr 10 friends so if there are teacher names from my school, ignore them

Website, resources and youtube channel names will be highlighted in orange

More subject specific advise on my GCSE rambles masterlist

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1. you should seriously start revising from now

At the start of the year i didnt care about revision so i didnt do anything till our first mocks rolled around and then tried to cram an entire year and few months of content for every subject in 2 weeks and i didnt get it in time. And during the easter holidays i spent so much time revising to catch up before gcses that i fell into a depressive episode so start revising slowly from now and over the summer holiday to save your emotions later

2. Rest is gonna be more important than revision at times

Especially towards the lead up to your real gcses if you need a break, savrifice revision for having a break or sleep it will do you better, but make sure you have/will do enough revision in time

3. Your first mocks will be this year's gcse papers but don't cheat and look up the questions, especially for english because that will do you no good because the mocks are meant to help you practice analysis on the spot in total exam conditions

4. Do practice papers, especially for science and maths this will help you the most. Do it in english as well if you are not so good at analysis or essay writing. If ur bad at essay writingf, practice writing and give it to the teachers, if youre bad at on the spot analysis, then juust bring up a bunch of practice quuestions and just play your essay. Dont write the essay, just keep planning a bunch so you develop that skill better

5. Gcses really aren't too bad. Sure they are a bit stressful when you are doing the exams that you need for a levels, but they are still not as bad as people might say. Also dont let your mocks make you worry. My mocks were a TON harder than the real thing. Dunno if that is cuuz i got better or what but dont fret about what you got in your mocks and just use it to know what to revise next

6. I dont know what order hiistory is going to be taught in, but ask mr millen or mr crozier what unit you are going to study last and during your breaks, try to study that unit yourself. We didnt have time to cover elizabeth and only covered one enquiry of content out of three so i had to spend the entire weekend teaching myself the unit from scratch so maybe try studying that unit yourself throughout the year so you dont run out of time and have to cram a ton of new content in 2 days

@Cognito is a great channel for science revision. Ive used the "entire [bio/chem/phys] paper [1/2] in 30 mins" videos so much for revision. Its efficient and labels triple and combined topics so you know which bits to ignore and such. They also have other exam boards and not just aqa

@freesciencelessons ive heard is really good but ii hardly used it, but its good for going into detail for certain topics

Also for science, make revision cards during or closely after your science lesson to save yourself time. Makig the revision cards took so much time and took away time fron actually revising from them so if you make them during school hours then you have time to revise from them.

Also getting a bunch of questions or opening a textbook and makig questions up about it to ask your friends helps both of you revise really well, especially as last minute reviisiion.

Questions like "what iis the name of the instrumental method for the flame test" (that is paper 2 so you wouldnt have pearned iit yet but questions like that)

Litcharts is the best for english revision, it has detailed notes for every single english text you would have ever done and the poems. Its also layed out in a really good way, especially best on desktop.

You dont need to pay the subscription because the things it gives for free are more than enough. I mainly used this website for the poems

@Mr salles has good videos for english. I used this channel a lot because he gives very nuanced ideas that work so well as well as advise that helps a lot with general essay writing and such.

Ive also heard tgat @everythingenglish and @mrbruff are super good. Ive used mrbruff for last minute poetry revision the day before our lit paper 2 because he has really good analysis of each poem in five minutes which i used for all the poems i was not confident in at all

Also for english, learn how the mark scheme works. If you know exactly what the examiners want, that is basically half of your marks.

One key advise i try to remember is to analyse the form and structure of the text or poems. That will get you many more marks and very quickly push you to the top bands withiut being too dificult. Just talk about the way the paragraohs are done, or ciclical structure

MME, This website is very good for maths revision. I despise maths and do worst in maths so this helped me learn entire topics in a few minutes when i couldnt in a few weeks of lessons.

What i did was go through all of my old books since yr 8 or yr 9 and just write down a list of every topic i wasnt 100% confident in. And then went through one by one and learned them again, and made revision cards on them

Also for revisioncards to save time, i litterally just tore out some bits from my maths book tgat had the information layed out well.

Also dont fret if there are one or two topics you just cannot understand. If you cannot do completing the square for the life of you, then just screw it, at most it will be 5 marks on one of the papers. Dont do this for too many subjects but if tgere are one or two you just cannot do, thhen ignore it.

Also if you are aiming for a grade 6, all you need to do is get 100% on the first 13 questions on each of the 3 papers. That will get you ceazy close to grade 6, and then complete the rest of the paper and you've probably gotten it

I HATE CGP's books, they judt never work for me cuz i hate how they are layed out buut for hostory it is tge one textbook that actually worrks from them. Ive found this text book so helpful, more than youtube videos. Mr millen gave all of our yeargroup one of these for free but i dont know if he will for your year. Ask him, but dont buy it if you find out he is just gonna give you one

I think that's about it. I dont have anything for frnech because i honestly just winged it and did no revision, but you should probably practice it for good measure

There is a perfect amount of stress where you will work the best. Too little stress and you wont do as well, too much stress and you wont work as well. First mocks i was fretting, but second mocks i went into each exam calmly and did much better, and same with the real thing.

I did slack off on the last history exam and physics exam because those were my last two exams, but i wish i did work a bit more on those instead of just give up

You will never feel more comradery with the entire country of year 11s than you will when you finally sit those real exams

Good luck next year!

[graylinesspam]

how do you decide which story arcs to cover from the clone wars in your sleeping habits fic? like, is it a general sense of “this is where i want to end and these are the stops we’ll make along the way” or the opposite, like the journey is more important than the destination in the long run? i’m trying to plan out my own fic and i can’t help but what to do both at the same time and it is ✨not working✨

This is an excellent question!

Sleeping habits is a particular kind of story. It's basically the grown up college version of a drabble (which i have always been very fond of writing). When i set out to write SH I did so specifically to give a platform to the rock tumbler of headcannons in my head. I had so many different version of the clone wars rolling around that I could never nail down exactly what I thought about it.

Star wars is just one of those works that has such an open world with so little fleshing out. I kept going back and forth on details about the clones and their physicality/culture/language. and the same for Ahsoka's Togruta characteristics. So i decided to dedicate one fic as sort of one universe, one shelf where i could organize all of my thoughts without necessarily committing to them. (sort of a multiverse situation).

When it comes to writing each chapter it's basically off the cuff. I pick one headcannon about one character and then i just write my way to that. Usually along the way other details will emerge about other characters, setting, ect. I basically start with a reaction and build a situation in which that would happen. (think very one bed formula).

The great thing about this writing method is that it makes you ask a lot of questions in the process. Instead of starting with a clear plan, it makes you come up with a bunch of new details to answer questions you haven't even thought of.

Lets take the chapter "With flying colors" for example;

The only subject I intended to write about was Ahsoka climbing up a troopers back, like a feral little shit, in order to get up a cliffside. I picked it purely because it would be funny and the last chapters had been sort of slow and sweet.

I asked myself what planet would Ahsoka be really comfortable navigating? Well, Felucia is similar enough to her home planet.

What characteristics would Ahsoka have as a plains hunter? Quiet, swift, barefoot, able to climb trees quickly.

Which led to a study on trench foot and maart's whole character. As well as fleshing out Vere's character.

Who should Ahsoka climb? well, Jesse, because i'm trying to write about more clones than just Rex, Fives, and Echo. Besides, he'd have a funny reaction. That meant Those three would have to stay back at camp, which meant Kix and Anakin were coming bc Ahsoka isn't going anywhere without either Anakin or Rex.

So I had to come up with characterization for all three of them. which brought in the hunting aspect, the jedi council test, the inclusion of the commandos (to keep Anakin out of the spotlight), And even Ahsoka waking up with a cricked neck from sleeping in Anakin's armpit.

And then of course how would all characters involved react to the events described.

This writing method is, in part, a character driven narrative. Meaning that every writing decision I make takes into account a characters personality, feelings, and reaction before I even consider an actual plotline. This is not an ideal writing method for all kinds of stories. Some stories require a plot driven narrative. If you have a clear plotline you want to accomplish you may want to write the plot first and the characters second.

In SH all the locations, timeline, or tie in to a certain time period or episode of the show is an after thought meant to serve the place that the character is in rather that the character serving the plot.

But if you look at "A Series of Interviews" for instance, it is a fleshed out plot where the characters involved are tools to get from one plot point to another. And thus a narrative driven storyline.

My first piece of advice to you is to decide whether you're writing for the characters or for the events before you decide how you want to plan the rest of your story.

And tell me about it, I'd be interested to hear more of your thoughts/questions.

[spectraspecs-writes]

Manaan - Chapter 126

Link to the masterpost. Chapter 125. Chapter 127.

@averruncusho @ceruleanrainblues @chubbsmomma @darthvendar-blog @80strashbag thank you for reading, you get a tag. @skelelexiunderlord thank you for support, you get a tag.

a/n - thanks Darth Vendar for unintentionally telling me to update my tag list!

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The two assault droids are still emitting a faint hiss as we pass through the large chamber. But more than the slight burn of the machinery, I smell something vaguely… fishy. God, that’s probably super racist. I will just… keep that thought to myself. 

Not “fishy” like “suspicious”, I mean I smell fish. Wow, look at me not keeping my thoughts to myself.

I open the far door and hear something slapping against the floor. A bare foot. I can’t say for certain whether that bare foot is a foot or a flipper, but it’s definitely a bare foot, and it was running away from us. Well, there’s only one direction to go, so that must be where they went. Through another door, followed by more barefoot running away. Now it’s less certain where they went, but that’s not important since we’re where we wanted to be anyway. This is definitely a barracks and a training area. It looks a lot like the door layout of the Endar Spire. A place where soldiers would be. But it also resembles some of the training spaces on Korriban. For Jedi training. “They’re training the Selkath to be Jedi,” I say, “Dark Jedi, this could give them a massive political leg up.”

“Only if it works,” Carth says, “I imagine you have something to say on the subject.”

I chuckle shortly - yeah, no shit - and head for the dormitory in front of me. Four Selkath turn their heads towards the opening door, and their hands go to blasters when they realize we’re not Sith. 

“Intruders!” one exclaims, “Should we sound the alarm, Shasa?”

Shasa - that was the name Shaelas said, wasn’t it? His daughter. She also seems to be the de facto leader in the room. “No,” she says, “wait. We cannot always be running to the Masters for help. We should handle this on our own.” They relax, hands falling away from their blasters. 

“Perhaps this is a test the Sith have prepared for us?” one asks in a timid voice.

Shasa gives a small nod, and turns back to us. “What are you doing here? Only masters and apprentices are allowed in here.”

“My name is Rena,” I say, “Shaelas has me looking into the disappearance of young Selkath. I guess he meant you guys.”

 “I told you your father would get suspicious, Shasa!” one of them says, “He always hated the Sith!”

“My father doesn't understand,” Shasa says to both of us, “He is blinded by his own prejudice!” She turns fully to us. “The Sith are teaching us mastery of the Force. Our alliance with the Sith will bring strength to Manaan and the Selkath people!”

I scoff. “If I had a nickel for every time I heard that,” I say, “I’m sure that’s what they told you, but they were lying to you. They’re manipulating you for their own gain.”

“Republic propaganda,” Shasa scoffs, “The Sith are the victims of lies and half truths! They are not monsters - no more so than the Republic. The Sith have promised to guide us in the use of the Force, as a sign of their good faith.” And they make you use blasters instead of swords or lightsabers? “And once the Republic is defeated, the Sith have promised to withdraw from Manaan and respect our independence.”

Okay. Okay. Uh… no. “You do realize you’re basically forfeiting that independence by working with them, right?” Guys, seriously. You seem smarter than this. “You guys being here gives the Sith political leverage to bring Manaan into their empire. The opposite of independence - they’ll just take Manaan for their own.”

“Spare us your lies!” she exclaims, “The Sith have treated us with nothing but respect and honor! You speak as if we are prisoners here, but we can leave whenever we wish! Our friend Galas chose to leave, and he was returned safely to his home in Ahto City.”

But the others seem a bit less certain. “Shasa,” one says, “what if they speak the truth? Remember what happened at Taris…”  

“Taris is nothing but a Republic lie!” she says.

“I was there!” Canderous says, “It’s not a lie, the planet is decimated. Your ‘honorable’ Sith and their fleet bombed the planet into rubble.”

“Then you are nothing but a Republic puppet, echoing their lies!” Canderous growls and starts to step forward, but Carth stops him. “If the Sith are such monsters,” Shasa continues, “then prove it to us. Surely there must be some evidence of the ‘horrors’ they commit!”

“The Sith are evil, Shasa,” Carth says, “They will use you to conquer Manaan for the kolto.”

“So you say,” she says skeptically, “But why should we believe you? We need physical proof, not the words of some Republic sympathizers.”

“Give us some time, then,” I say, “We will find proof that the Sith are evil.”

Shasa seems unwilling to budge at just my word, but the others seem a bit more open-minded. “Shasa,” one says, “I think we should give them a chance to prove themselves.” The other two murmur in agreement.

Shasa hums slightly. “We will not report your presence to our Sith Masters yet,” she says, “If you bring us proof of Sith lies and torture we will return to our families and report this to the Ahto City authorities. Until then we shall stay here and continue our training in the ways of the Force.”

I nod. I doubt the same story that convinced Dustil will convince them, for any number of reasons. “Surely things are different here on Manaan than they were on Korriban,” I can hear them say, “Our Sith Masters are kind and would never outright slaughter one of us.” Which, of course they would. I have to wonder if Galas really did return home or was just killed and dumped in the ocean. Any suitable proof will be found in the hands of their Master. And somehow I know that that wasn’t the guy Canderous killed. That would be too easy. 

But I also suspect that their Master will be close by. Regular close contact with these kids would be essential for the plan I’m 99% certain they have. Being absent or uncommunicative for long stretches would lead to distrust and suspicion, and they’d be far less useful and effective at the task of taking over. There are two remaining rooms here. The one on the right has nothing but medical supplies and an old bloodied coin. Selkath blood, I suspect. I wrap the coin tightly in a plain bandage. While I suspect it would mean something to Shasa, it wouldn’t mean much alone. There would almost certainly be an accusation that I killed its owner, not the Sith. And what about the body? No, the coin alone does little for me. And so, to check the room on the left. This is a training room, with a droid that I quickly zap, and a door at the back which leads to a short hallway. There’s a sign on the door at the end of the hallway: “do not disturb.” Yeah, like that was ever going to work on me. Of course I open the door.

A Selkath is collapsed on the floor. Not quite dead but almost. And the Sith master standing over him, flanked by two Selkath apprentices. The dying one looks at me. “Please, tell Shasa… the Sith…” One of the apprentices shoots the dying Selkath, killing him.

“Does ‘do not disturb’ mean nothing to you people?” the master shouts, turning around. His anger shifts to confusion upon seeing us. “How did you get in here?” he asks, “Who are— Wait.” His eyes narrow. ‘I recognize you!” Yes, yes, Revan, we know. “Lord Malak was most displeased when he learned you had escaped Taris alive.” Taris? A bit behind on the news, there, aren’t you, bud? “He has promised a great reward to whoever destroys you.”

“You guys don’t get a lot of updates here, do you?” Canderous says. Evidently thinking the same thing I was. “I would have thought Malak would have sent word to his entire army once he told you your identity.” I shrug. The master says nothing.

“Master,” one of the Selkath apprentices says, “give us the honor of aiding you in destroying this enemy of the Sith.”

“As you wish, my eager apprentices,” the Master says. but he has to know they have no chances, not with those blasters. I think the master intends to have us do his dirty work for him and get rid of the witnesses to his murder. “We shall remove these thorns from Malak’s side once and for all!”

Before they can even ready their blasters, Canderous blasts them with his, one shot each. I feel bad for them, really, they were practically dead the minute they decided they wanted in on this fight. That just leaves the master and his double-bladed lightsaber. Carth tries to split the master’s focus but it is razor sharp on me. Without even looking at him, he pushes Carth away with the Force. I try to break Carth’s fall with my own Force - no idea how well I do but I try. but after that Carth stays back. The master wants me to himself.

“So,” the master says, “this is how the great Revan fights.”

“Oh you were just pretending not to know me, then?” I grunt, pushing hard, “Did you do that so the apprentices would want to jump in or were you just playing mind games for fun?”

He swings at my head and I duck. “I must admit, your entry was well-timed. I was going to have to kill them myself before they let slip the truth about Galas. But your timely arrival took that burden out of my hands.” Galas? Wasn’t that the Selkath Shasa mentioned that went back to his family? Which obviously didn’t happen. But she doesn’t need to see the body. I can give her that.

The master brings his lightsaber down over my head and I block it. “You know,” he says. “I expected a Sith lord to be more of a challenge than this.” Shut up. “Although in hindsight I’m not surprised - Malak was able to stop you so easily after all. But I have to wonder…” He pushes hard, and while I’m able to keep his lightsaber from touching me, my knees bend under the pressure. He brings his face close, the glow of his lightsaber illuminating every pore.” …why did he let you live?”

Great question. And if Bastila hadn’t been there I wonder what would have happened. But he doesn’t want discussion. He doesn’t want the truth. He wants to get under my skin. To either weaken my resolve or get me to strike in anger, securing a kind of win in either case. And I won’t give it to him. With as much power as I can muster, I push up against his lightsaber, buying myself enough time to roll out of the way. I make eye contact with Carth. I don’t know, I just… needed to know he was still there. ‘No snappy comeback, Revan?” the master quips, “Have you nothing to say? Could it be that you doubt yourself?”

No. No I don’t. Carth smiles at me. I’m the same person I was last week. The master swings his lightsaber. I think fast. Jump as high as I can manage. And aim my landing for right on top of the master. He can’t prepare. I fall right on top of him and run my lightsaber though the back of his throat.

I take a moment to catch my breath. Carth beams at me. He doesn't say anything, but that’s okay. His eyes say enough.

Canderous scans the room, looking for evidence to show the Selkath. “Think there’d be anything on his computer?”

“Nothing useful - you never keep your secrets in plain view,” I say, “More likely he’ll have a datapad - start checking desk drawers.” I quickly frisk the corpse, which feels as weird as it sounds, to no avail. No datapad on his person.

I hear a small blaster shot as Canderous shoots the lock off a drawer. Yeah, what’s a little property damage when you’ve committed murder? “Good call,” he says, “it’s not even locked.”

“The Selkath trust him,” Carth says, “he probably didn’t see the need for two locks.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I say, taking the datapad from Canderous. I’m not about to read the whole thing, I don’t have the patience. There’s a lot of discussion about politics, the workings of Selkath government. My eyes catch the word “infiltrate”, which becomes “infiltrate the government,” and I don’t read anymore. Exactly as I figured.

I take the datapad and the coin back to Shasa and the others. They gather around me as I carefully unwrap the coin. “It doesn’t mean anything to me, but I figured it would mean something to one of you. Or at least, I should return it.”

One tenderly reaches for it, takes the wrapping. “Shasa,” xe says slowly, “…this is the pin I gave Galas when we were children. There is blood on it.”

But Shasa remains unconvinced. “You could have found this anywhere!” she says loudly, “For all we know, you killed Galas!”

“Shasa,” the first says, xer voice trembling, “I believe them. How else would they have found this pin?”

“Well, I need more proof!”

I don’t want to tell them that Galas’ body is still here. In the master’s office. “If you need more proof,” I say, holding out the datapad, “I took this from your master’s office. It details plans to infiltrate and control the Selkath government.”

Shasa swipes it from my hand, silently reading the lines I skimmed over, her face dropping with every line until she reads the phrase I stopped at - “infiltrate the government.” “I…” she says softly, betrayal dripping from her open mouth, “I cannot believe it. And yet, the evidence is right before me. The Sith wanted to use us to betray Manaan!” She shakes her head and gives the datapad back to me. “I must apologize for doubting you. The Sith are truly as evil as you have claimed.”

The other three nod, utter an agreement. Galas’ friend speaks up again - “We must report this to the Ahto City authorities!” xe says.

“Yes,” Shasa agrees, “we must report this at once. We thank you, human, for showing us the truth. You have saved us from a terrible mistake.” She gestures to the others. “Quickly, my friends - we can stay here no longer. We must flee this foul embassy and warn our people against the plot to corrupt the Manaan youth.” The other apprentices leave before her. “Rena,” she says to me, “you have shown us the way. The least I can do is guide your way. Please, come with us.”

“I’ll find my own way out,” I assure her, “Don’t worry.”

“I am not worried that you will find your way to the entrance,” she clarifies, “The laws of Manaan forbid unauthorized use of weapons, and even though this enclave is sovereign, I fear you will be taken into custody when you leave. Please, come with us. If we vouch for you, we may be able to impact the authorities, the courts.”

I smile. “Thank you, Shasa,” I say, “You are very wise and very kind. I will gladly follow your lead.”

The walk back to the elevator is silent, as Shasa leads us back the way we came. Though she is able to effectively block me from reading her, I can tell she has a lot of missed wheeling about the carnage we wrought on our way here. She may have trained with some of these Sith personally, met them, knew their names. Even knowing their plans, that doesn’t take away their personhood. She tries not to think about it.

As the elevator rises back towards the surface, I can feel the large number of Selkath gathered there, waiting to apprehend us. When it opens, a tall gray Selkath steps forward. “You there, human!” he shouts, “You are placed under the arrest of the Ahto City Civil Authority!”

Shasa steps in front of us. “Please, Captain!” she says, confident, “Allow me to explain! I will vouch for them!”

“Your companions have already explained, child,” he says, “And your testimony will be considered in court. In the meantime I must take them into custody.” He looks back at me. “You have the right to know the charges,” he says, and proceeds to explain, “Though the Sith Embassy here is considered sovereign territory of the Sith Empire,” - as Shasa said - “we have been monitoring an alarming number of weapons discharges and detonations from within the base. Inquiries to the staff of the Embassy yielded no response. It would seem that our contact had been cut. Our cameras recorded you and your accomplices entering the base shortly before contact was lost and fighting apparently began. It is the conclusion of the Ahto City Civil Authority that you are responsible for the disturbance here, and you are hereby placed under arrest. You will come with us to await your trial.”

“I will come with you,” I say, “but let my friends return to our ship. They were only following my instructions and should not be punished for my crimes.”

“Rena, don’t—!” Carth starts to say, but I hold my arm out to stop him. Turn to look at him. I’ll be okay. And if I’m not, they need to find the Star Map without me. To finish the mission.

”As material witnesses,” the officer says, “the individuals who accompany you will be detained at your vessel, and the vessel itself prohibited from leaving Manaan. My lieutenants will escort them there.” He nods at two other officers, who stand near Carth and Canderous. “We will leave. Now. Do not attempt to resist, or we shall resort to overwhelming force.” I nod, and surrender myself.

[nerves-nebula]

OMG OKAY SO (you implied you're okay with me telling you my studying-people findings so hopefully I interpreted that right alerkmg)

SOMETHING SUPER INTERESTING is that one of my friends, she was chill enough to let me make a series of questions and ask her every year (grades 4-6 because I then changed schools, then again in grade 10 and 11).

Something really neat about her, I'll call her M, is that her manner of thinking actually changed as she got older! When I first asked her that question (after clarifying what I meant lol) she told me that her way of thinking was most similar to a library, where she had all this information/knowledge she could access when she wanted (or needed some help getting to, like explaining what you want to a librarian. help would be guided questions, reminders, stuff like that).

Over the years her way of thinking actually got more auditory-based, where the bookshelves became recordings of information that she could still access similar-ish to a library, but harder to find more than one subject at a time because the recordings would overlap.

More recently M's thought process is almost completely auditory based, where it's like a series of radios that will play different recordings/snippets of information. Some of them are static-y, some of them are music, some of them are trains of thought (like an inner monologue). She says that she can "tune into" what she wants by sorta playing with the dials of the radios (she says there can be 1 or up to 3 or 4 at once, usually 2-ish). But the signal isn't always clear, so it's less of "accessing whatever information whenever" and moreso "getting her thought process to actually latch onto the information she wants" if that makes sense.

I have a few other people I was fortunate enough to be able to ask over the years when I was younger, but they either didn't give as much information or I wasn't able to ask them anything past grade 7 after I moved schools, so my notes on them are less precise. A trend I did notice is that people, at least from my (very small) study group are more likely to have their method of thinking change when they're around grade 6 (most likely grade 7 and 8 too count. I wasn't able to find when this new method of thinking "settles" into place, but I assume the shift happens up into early or mid high school).

Adults I've asked over the years (mostly my parents, and some other adults if I was able to explain my question properly, but I only got to ask them once) tended to give more straight forwards questions, but also needed more clarification because of what seemed to be the assumption that however they thought was the same way other people thought (my guess here is that when you're younger creativity is expected/pushed more, so there's less of an idea that "I am like everyone else" when it comes to internal stuff, because people are sharing their creative ideas more, which subconsciously shows how different people think/come to different conclusions).

I COULD GO ON OMG this is one of THE most interesting things to me, but alas I don't want to send you a full on essay (I will though. Not a threat but might be if you don't like reading). I ALSO ran a bunch of tests and studies on myself, and fortunately (most) psychological tests you can run on yourself isn't full on harmful, buttt a few can mess with your head.

I so very much agree I would love it if I could study more people like oooo you want me to study your mind and how you think so bad /lh <- stimming stimming stimming so happy someone showed interest in this I LOVE this topic and have a lot more I could talk about

i FINALLY sat down to read this like the morning newspaper (been busy and an ask this long feels daunting hah, but i just put it through text to speech no worries).

I am NOT disappointed. thsi is so fascinating because I've never thought of thinking as such a literal metaphor as a library or a radio station. it's not like that AT ALL to me, the most "physical" space i compare it to is when I'm arguing back and forth with myself and have like, weird avatars for each voice. most of the time its just an inner monologue and the way I remember stuff is kind of just up in the air, since I can't really control WHAT I remember (thought that might be the ADHD in me idk)

that's wild, thanks for sharing!

[dudemanauthor]

Busy Bees Making Milk and Honey

Author's Note: Y'know, hooking up with someone participating in your medical study is probably some kind of research malpractice or something like that, but whatevs. It's fiction, so anything can happen and it's totally fine.

Yang stretched her back, trying to deal with the aches before she went into the Schnee Dust Research Centre. It wasn't unfair to say that they were the cause of Yang's constant, fierce back ache. Sure, some could say that Yang shouldn't have signed up for clinical trials for their medicinal dust, but they wouldn't have known how lucrative the trials were, especially the most recent one. The company had been trialling a type of dust that was meant to help induce and increase lactation and milk production, and it was almost too successful. The original plan was for test subjects to come in every two weeks for check-ups and testing, but after a month it had to become more regular. At this point, Yang was producing so much milk that she had to come in every few days, and all that milk was definitely weighing down on her. On the bright side, she had gone up quite a few cup sizes, fitting comfortably into an H cup last time she had checked. On the downside, there was also the fact that her pants seemed to be a bit on the snugger side as her rear had plumped up and widened a bit, and also that Yang had found her sex drive going up lately, but Yang wasn’t exactly complaining about either of those things, and besides, she didn’t know if those were the dust or something else. Back to bright sides, there was also the cute dark-haired assistant that was regularly there for Yang's milking sessions, and Yang certainly couldn't complain about that. As Yang strode into the centre, only stopping to sign in, her guide to the testing room a mere formality at this point, she couldn't help but notice how much of a bounce she had in her chest, and how much attention she held as she moved to the testing room. The incredibly snug yellow tank top she wore almost certainly helped with that, stretching enough to perfectly hug her chest and revealing enough cleavage to give the woman at reception trouble maintaining eye contact. It was just the confidence boost she wanted as she entered and waited for the assistant. She spotted the milking apparatus set up in the corner and she honestly had to fight the urge to jump on and start milking herself. Fortunately, the assistant soon arrived.  

“Hello Yang,” the assistant said professionally. Yang turned and smiled.

“Heya Blake!”

“How has the last week been?” Blake asked as she took her seat at the desk and got ready to take notes on her computer.

“Not easy. I feel like I should've been milked yesterday,” Yang complained. “At least I went up a cup size, that's pretty cool.”

“Mmm, the other participants in this trial have had similar complaints,” Blake said, nodding to Yang's comment and writing away.

“Heh, guess you must be pretty busy milking all of us.” There was a moment of silence before Blake's response.

“Can I... make a confession?” Blake asked quietly, moving away from her desk. Yang raised her eyebrow.

“Not sure how I feel about hearing that, but sure, go for it.”

“Right, okay,” Blake eventually began. “So, you may be the only person in this trial getting this treatment. I told the other researchers that this was for your benefit so that they would let me do it. Everyone else is milking themselves, but... well, I like you, and I wanted an excuse to see you more often. I'm sorry.” The room went silent again, as a shocked look appeared on Yang’s face.

“No way! Oh man, I was gonna say the same thing to you today. Worked myself up and everything, and here you are beating me to it,” Yang said, letting out a sigh of relief. “But hey, I guess we got our answers.”

“Yes, we definitely did,” Blake replied, her cheeks going pink.

“Well, I’m free after work if you wanna get drinks together or something.” Blake smiled softly.

“That sounds nice,” she said, before getting up and moving over to the milking apparatus. There were suction cups and hoses to drain the milk from Yang’s bountiful bosom and a harness to keep her upright. Yang got up and removed her strained top and bra, revealing her heavy, low hanging breasts, laden with milk, and leaving her in just her jeans.

“Not gonna lie, getting milked by someone else sounds way better than doing it yourself. All those other ladies are really missing out,” Yang commented as she sashayed over to the milking gear.

“Would you say that if it wasn’t me milking you?” Blake asked playfully as she began locking the harness around Yang. Yang pretended to give the question some thought for a moment.

“Good point. They’d have to be a real cutie too, can’t just be any old person in a lab coat.” Yang reached out for Blake, only for Blake to catch her wrist.

“Save that for later, Yang,” she suggested, not too sternly, as she brought Yang’s wrist up and locked it in position.

“Am I gonna get this later too?” Yang teased, rattling her restraints.

“Yang,” Blake warned sternly.

“Okay, got it, be professional here,” Yang said quickly, flashing Blake a cheeky grin. Blake hooked Yang’s breasts up to the suction cups and, just before turning on the pumps, leaned in to whisper in Yang’s ear.

“Besides, I prefer silk rope. Much gentler.” Then, she turned on the pumps and walked back over to her desk to take more notes, leaving Yang a blushing, flustered, moaning mess.

Within the few minutes it took to milk Yang, Yang’s legs were quivering and she had worked up quite a sweat, despite having just sat there for a few minutes. Yang also knew that on her way out, she needed to stop off at a bathroom to finger herself, otherwise that heat in her core was going to drive her crazy. Once Yang was milked dry, Blake got Yang out of the harness and pumps, took enough blood for a blood test, slipped Yang a note with the bar name and time for the date tonight, and sent Yang on her way.

Before leaving, Yang ducked into a bathroom, breathing a sigh of relief as it was empty. She locked herself in a stall, dropped her jeans and panties and went to town on herself. Her fingers worked quickly, pushing Yang towards an orgasm quickly. To help herself along the way, Yang leant back against the cool wall, closed her eyes and let herself drift into her favourite erotic fantasy of late. In it, she was on her back, with Blake on top of her, holding her down and fucking her hard and fast, the two of them going at each other like animals in heat. This time, however, some of the details were a little bit different. The strap on that Blake had in earlier fantasies was a real dick, and instead of her usual bow, Blake had a pair of cat ears, black like her hair. Yang was far, far too horny to think about that right now, with three fingers in her pussy and her other hand muffling her moans. Quickly, fortunately, Yang came hard, filling her whole body with pleasure in waves. Yang’s fingers kept going, trying to wring every last ounce of pleasure from this orgasm as she doubled over from the sheer strength of it. Her generous bosom was heaving with each breath as a breathless Yang rested and recovered from another powerful orgasm. Once the orgasm had finally faded, Yang’s brain confronted itself with those odd details. Yang just dismissed it as her brain being too horny for its own good, recomposed herself and headed off, excited for her date with Blake tonight.

The rest of the day seemed to crawl as Yang waited for the date, but when the time finally came, Yang was at the bar right on time, even if she wished that she had upped the sizing on her nice clothes. It felt like she was too deep a breath or too big a stretch away from bursting out of her top or jeans. The bar Blake suggested seemed like a bit of a quiet one, but she didn’t mind. After all, it’d make it even easier for her to enjoy Blake’s company. And when Blake came in to the bar, buttoned black shirt and tight white jeans on, Yang couldn’t take her eyes off of her. She did her best to see Blake as she was right in front of her, and not as she did in her fantasies, and she did her best to keep things relaxed and casual. A few hours and a few drinks in, though, and Yang was having trouble ignoring her urges and fantasies. It didn’t help that Blake had the cutest laugh whenever Yang said something witty, or that Blake was just so passionate about her work and how it could help people, or at least that’s what Yang was telling herself. Still, despite telling herself that her interest in Blake was totally innocent, she still really wanted to sleep with Blake. Surely there was no major issues here, so Yang decided to turn up the charm and really lay it on thick.

“Say, Blakey, those pants look good on you. I bet they’d look even better on your bedroom floor next to mine,” Yang flirted, shifting to make her cavernous cleavage even more prominent than usual, aiming it right at Blake. Not missing a beat, Blake leant in to reply.

“While they’re there, maybe I could get a look at the type of bra that can hold those boulders,” Blake teased back as Yang leant in closer.

“Only if you promise to give them a massage. They’re so big and heavy, and you look like you give good massages.” Blake’s voice dropped to a whisper as she leaned even closer.

“Oh, trust me, I’m very good with my hands,” Blake said in a tone that was practically dripping with delicious lewd undertones. It was all getting a little too much for Yang.

“Blake. Take me back to your apartment and fuck me until I’m begging you to stop,” Yang growled, her tone betraying her neediness.

With that, the pair rushed to pay for their drinks before making their way back to Blake’s apartment. The pair barely made it inside before they collapsed on the sofa, Yang on her back and Blake on top, making out like it was a need. Yang especially was going at Blake as if she was in desperate need of this. Frenzied hands groped and squeezed at each other’s bodies, tugging at clothes and revealing more flesh to grope. Before long, the two women were flushed and panting half-dressed messes, breaking for well needed air.

“Blake, I need more than this,” Yang moaned, a hint of pleading slipping into her voice. Blake grinned as she sat up and hopped off of Yang.

“I think I know just what you need,” Blake replied in a low, dirty tone that sent a shiver down Yang’s spine. “Strip for me, I’ll be right back,” she added in a whisper before disappearing into another room. In a flash, Yang was almost literally tearing her clothes off, stripping herself nude in seconds. Once that was done occupying her mind, a burning lust took over, a lust that needed to be dealt with right there and right then. Yang’s fingers dove into her core, furiously fingering herself with no regard for technique or rhythm, only going for the rough friction Yang was dying for.

When Blake came back in, nude aside from the flesh coloured strap-on on her crotch and the black bow in her hair, she saw Yang in the throes of her own desperate arousal, squirming and writhing on the sofa as moans slipped from her lips. Blake let out a low chuckle at the sight.

“Oh, wow, you really did need this,” Blake purred, immediately catching Yang’s attention, even if Yang couldn’t stop pleasuring herself.

“Blake. Please. I need you. I need this,” Yang whimpered pathetically.

“It’s okay,” whispered Blake, “I’ll make you feel so much better.” Blake sashayed her way towards Yang, her silicon cock swaying as she moved. When she got there, she wrenched Yang’s had away from her own core, before gently slipping her strap-on in, pulling a moan from Yang’s lips.

“I need more,” Yang whined. Blake let out another chuckle.

“Oh Yang, so impatient,” Blake teased as she gripped Yang’s wide, womanly hips with one hand and Yang’s shoulder with the other. Blake started thrusting into Yang, slowly at first, but Yang grabbed Blake by the hips, forcing Blake to thrust deeper, harder, faster. Blake quickly took the hint and started being much rougher on her own. Yang’s head rolled back as she bathed in the pleasure that Blake was giving her. Her large, heavy breasts began to bounce fervently as Blake thrusted into Yang’s desperate core.

“Oh, gods, yes! Just like that! Keep fucking me just like that!” Yang moaned as she held Blake tightly, fighting the urge to howl with pleasure. Yang could feel her mind slipping away as her fantasies began to take front and centre in her mind. “B-Blake! Breed me!” Yang cried out. It gave Blake a moment’s pause, but she did her best to ignore Yang and keep going, bringing the pair closer and closer to their respective orgasms. Then, in one sudden moment, the two of them came, Yang loud and passionate while Blake grunted out a much quieter orgasm. When the orgasms died down, Yang was practically glowing, her face plastered with a massive, blissful grin. “Yay,” Yang quietly let out, her voice a lot less firm and serious than usual, “I’m gonna be a mommy.”

“Uh huh, you sure are,” Blake pretended to agree, extracting herself from Yang’s grasp.

“You got me so knocked up,” Yang slurred, leaving Blake unsure if it was the alcohol or something else messing with Yang’s head as she helped Yang up and took her to the bedroom to get her in a real bed.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Ooh, don’t suppose you could milk me, could ya? Might be better doing it regularly rather than waiting a whole week, especially with how much milk I’m gonna make as a mommy,” Yang asked sweetly, even though Blake could feel Yang grinding her crotch against Blake, the clearest sign that this was a far from innocent request.

“I’ll find something to milk you into,” Blake said, getting Yang into bed, before quickly grabbing a large bowl from the kitchen. With that set up under Yang’s hefty milk tanks, Blake went to work, squashing and squeezing Yang’s massive mammaries, milking Yang and pulling even more moans of pleasure from Yang as spurts of milk sprayed into the bowl.

“Ooh, this feels so good. I wish you’d been hand-milking me this whole time. Your warm hands feel so much better than the machine,” Yang said in a breathy voice, quivering in position as Blake kept milking her.

“Well, I suppose we can move to this instead, if you don’t mind having the milking sessions outside of the research centre,” Blake agreed as she finished milking one mammary dry and moved on to the other.

“Yay,” Yang quietly let out as the feeling of relief washed over her body as Blake kept milking her, her blissful grin never leaving her face. “I love you so much, Blakey.”

“I love you too, Yang.”

Not long after that, Yang was dry, no milk left to empty out. Now, milked and fucked, Yang was fully satisfied. She collapsed onto the bed and had one of the best nights sleep she ever had.

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The next morning, Yang woke up with her head spinning a little bit. There was the smell of frying bacon in the other room wafting in, making waking up much more pleasant that it usually was after a night of drinking. As Yang sat in bed, slowly waking up properly, she found her memories of last night coming back to her, not altered by her fantasies, but as they actually happened, and they had Yang blushing deeply with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she said those things, and she couldn’t believe Blake put up with her. As she hauled herself out of bed and crammed herself back into her clothes, she found Blake in the kitchen in her black sleeping gown.

“Hey, Blakey,” Yang said sheepishly, nervously rubbish the back of her head.

“Good morning Yang, hopefully you slept well,” Blake replied as she kept working on breakfast.

“Heh, well, uh, sorry about the weird stuff I said last night. I’ve been too horny for my own good,” Yang apologised.

“It’s okay Yang. I’ll admit, I was confused for a moment, but if this is a fantasy you have, I suppose I can play along. It is nice having such an… enthusiastic lover,” Blake admitted. Yang came up and wrapped her arms around Blake’s midsection, getting in close enough for Blake to feel Yang’s round, soft breasts pressed against her back.

“Thanks Blake. And thanks for finding a nice way to say I’m just way too horny,” Yang joked, before pressing her lips against Blake’s neck.

“Hmm, I never would have expected you to have a breeding fetish,” Blake teased. Even this mention was enough to make Yang’s core coil with heat and make a tiny moan slip through Yang’s lips.

“Blakey, keep that up and I’m taking you back to bed to put a baby in me,” Yang said with a hint of a growl slipping into her voice.

“Lucky for you, I can’t do that,” Blake said, trying to calm Yang down. “Besides, if you do that, you won’t get any breakfast.”

“Okay, I’ll behave,” Yang said with an exaggerated pout.

“But don’t worry,” Blake said in a low voice, “there’s always later.”

[scottpetersen]

DuckTales Double-O-Duck In You Only Crash Twice Rescue Rangers POV Fanfic Prologue

Gadget POV:

Ugh. Golly, what happened?

One of the last things I remember is that there was this odd woman with a metal arm who was wearing a red shirt without a right sleeve searching through the junkyard me and Dad were in. She said something about looking for the necessary parts to build some sort of ray. When she spotted me, she tried to grab me. She said that I would make a fine guinea pig. I ran and she tried to catch me. But Dad tried to protect latching onto her and biting her. Then…then…

SHE KILLED HIM!!!

Tears started welling up in my eyes and they blurred my vision.

My…dad…is…gone…forever…

I tried my hardest to regain my composure when I suddenly thought of something.

WAIT A MINUTE!

How do I know English words? I didn’t know that language as far as I remember. As a matter of fact, I didn’t much about anything. I only relied on my instincts before. I mainly relied on my hindbrain, the part of the brain that’s responsible for survival, drive and instinct. Wait! How do I know that?!

Then, I realized how this was happening.

I started to get a look at what that woman just blasted me with. And it was just after I got blasted that I started thinking like this. Golly, she was building an intelligence ray! That’s why she was in the junkyard! And that’s how my IQ increased.

“Let’s see how smart you are now.” that woman suddenly said snapping me out of my thoughts.

She then picked something up from one of the other tables and put it in my cage. It was a piece of metal shaped like a 3-dimensional line with a 3-dimensional C on one of its ends. I realized that I know what it is.

A WRENCH!

She also put other things inside my cage. I also know what to do with them.

As much as I didn’t want to give the person who killed my dad what she wanted, I also realized that if I give her the results she wants, she might give me more parts to further her “test subject” that I can use to build something that can help me escape.

So, I got started. I put on the blue jumpsuit that was in the cage with me and got to work. And…

Golly, I’m starting to really love tinkering! My dad taught me to use my instincts to use the junkyard’s environment. That meant using whatever pieces of scrap, tool debris and anything I could find in the junkyard to ensure my survival. But this…this felt a lot more exciting! The feeling of creating something you’ve already thought and planned out beforehand. It really made me feel in-control.

After I finished the makeshift wheel I was working on, I found out this feeling was also doing something else. It was helping me distract myself from the trauma of my dad’s death.

My mind then began to wander to all sorts of thoughts about my father.

He’s dead!

According to science, there’s no concrete evidence of an afterlife which likely means I will never see him again even after I die myself!

He gave up his life for me!

Would he approve of the tinkerer I’ve become now?!

That last one really got me thinking. I’m clearly not an ordinary chipmunk anymore. My life has just been changed forever by that intelligence ray. Golly, would Dad accept the new me if he were still alive?

Well, he did teach me to use whatever I could find to my advantage. And that’s technically what I’m still doing now. So…

Then, I realized something horrible!

Even if I get out of here, I won’t have anywhere to go!

I can’t live in the junkyard again. As much as I would love to use the insane amount of materials to help me tinker, the junkyard would also remind me too much of my father’s death. And since there aren’t any other chipmunks or animals with an enhanced awareness, the probability that I’ll be accepted anywhere else is very low!

I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts again by that woman.

“Yes. So far, so good. Now, let’s see if this intelligence ray will work on my other guinea pigs!” that woman shouted.

It was then that I realized that I wasn’t alone.

There were other chipmunks in other cages.

And it looks like that woman is gonna use the intelligence ray on them next.

-

Monterey POV:

That lady just blasted me with that intelligence thingy. And who knew things like getting smarter and becoming aware like that would feel so jarring. It felt like my mind was in overdrive for a minute there. What a rush.

I decided to put on the outfit that was in the cage with me. I think it suits me just fine.

I remember carrying a big piece of cheese on my back when that lady grabbed me and brought me here.

Suddenly, cheese was all I was able to think about.

Aahh. Cheeeese.

So delicious- OW!

I was hit on the head by a screw.

When I looked around to see where it came from, I saw another chipmunk. It was a girl in a blue jumpsuit.

And it looks like she was the one who hit me after I saw the screws and the makeshift slingshot in her cage.

“Hey! What did you hit me on the head for?!” I squeaked. We may know English now but that doesn’t mean we also speak it. So, there’s no way that lady could be listening in. Our language may sound incomprehensible but we can use our squeaks to signal each other certain things just like those punks at that shady restaurant I stumbled onto a while back used hand signals during card games to cheat and signal the player they want to win about what his opponent is going to do.

“To signal you without getting that woman’s attention, of course.” she replied.

“You know you could’ve just shouted, right? It’s not like that lady can understand us.” I said.

“Oh.” she cringed. “Sorry. I guess I’m still getting used to the excitement of tinkering with tools for the first time.”

“Eh. It’s alright.” I replied. “So, what’s your name?”

“Well, technically, I don’t really have one.” she said but then took a look around her cage. “But considering that I like working with tools, how about Gadget?”

“Ok, Gadget.” I said. Then I decided to come up with a name for myself too. “I didn’t exactly have a name either. But how about Monterey.”

“Ok, Monterey.” Gadget replied.

“So, Gadget. How do you suppose we get out of here?” I asked.

“I was hoping that woman would give me more tools to work with after the initial test.” Gadget said. And she glared that lady’s way. “But it looks like she decided not to.”

“Tests?” I asked completely confused.

“Golly, you don’t know.” Gadget said saddened. “That woman is using us as test subjects for her intelligence ray. It’s a device that’s able to increase the IQ of whoever gets blasted by it.”

“Wait a minute! Tests?!” I asked completely taken by surprise. But it was the part about “IQ” even more confused. “IQ?”

“It stands for ‘Intelligence Quotient’.” Gadget replied. “It’s basically a term used to describe how smart someone is.”

“How come you knew those things and I didn’t?” I asked. “Weren’t we both hit by that ray?”

“I don’t know. But if I had to hazard a guess…” Gadget said putting a hand to her chin thinking to herself. And then, she snapped her fingers. “Of course. She wants to test the different settings on the intelligence ray. She wants to see how much and how little she can raise our IQ levels.”

“I think I get it.” I said managing to keep up.

Then, I got interrupted by that lady’s voice.

“Think fast!” she yelled when she threw a slice of cheese into my cage.

Ch-ch-cheeeeeesssssseeeee…

It felt like that cheese holds the key to a delicious paradise.

So, my reflexes kicked in and I caught the beautiful slice of cheese.

And as I was eating it, I realized I can’t stop myself. The cheese was just so good.

“Nice catch.” that lady said snapping me out of my trance. Then she mockingly said, “But it looks like you can’t resist cheese any more than any other rodent. Hahaha!”

“What?! Who do you think you are?!” I shouted.

Then, I remembered she can’t understand me. So, resisting to urge to eat the rest of it, I used the bits of cheese that I had left to write down these words:

““Who do you think you are?!”” that lady read out loud.

That lady started laughing. “I’ll tell you. I am Black Heron. I’m a member of FOWL, the Fiendish Organization for World Larceny. And you are serving as the latest component in my new master plan to take down Scrooge McDu-”

Black Heron was suddenly interrupted by a strange beeping sound.

“Ugh! Great! In the middle of my speech no less!” Black Heron said as she made her way to that weird TV screen.

“Looks like she’s receiving some sort of transmission.” Gadget said. “Let’s figure a way out while she’s distracted.”

“Good idea!” I said.

Then, I noticed I’m not the only one in this cage right now.

There’s a fly right next to me.

-

Zipper’s POV:

Whoa. That was one big flash of light.

Hey! Wait a minute! I wasn’t able to think like this before. What happened?!

Then, after a few minutes of thinking to myself, I heard someone’s voice.

“Hey there, little guy.” someone said to me.

I turned to his direction and saw that he is a bulky chipmunk in a blue shirt and a gray jacket.

“Hello.” I decided to reply.

The chipmunk looked shocked for a brief moment before he said, “I…just…understood…you.”

“What?!” I shouted feeling plenty shocked myself.

“Golly. It must be a side-effect of the intelligence ray.” said someone else.

I looked at where that voice came from and saw a chipmunk girl wearing a blue jumpsuit. And…she started going on a rant about that side-effect of this “intelligence ray” thing.

“Which makes sense because being more intelligent is about being more knowledgeable and knowing more about things. So, that means that when the intelligence ray increased our IQ levels, it also increased our knowledge about the languages of other animals. It must be how we’re able to understand you and since you were caught in the blast that hit Monterey, the same goes vice versa l and-” that girl ranted before I cut her off.

“Ok, ok. I think we get it.” I said.

Then, I just thought of something.

“Wait! What do you mean by “intelligence ray”? What’s going on here?” I asked.

Both chipmunks looked at each other before turning their faces towards me. “Well…” they began.

They explained to me everything that’s happening here and they also told me their names. They asked me what I wanted to be called and I told them I wanted to be called Zipper.

I almost couldn’t believe what they were saying. They were pretty much part of a villain’s plan to take down someone named Scrooge who they guessed was her arch nemesis.

“I know that was a lot to throw at ya but would you be willing to help us get out of here and maybe put a stop to that crazy lady’s plan while we’re at it.” Monterey asked me.

“I think so!” I said feeling determined. I know I can’t just leave them here. Besides, I’m not just gonna let some evil mastermind have her way.

“Ok.” Gadget said. “Zipper, since you can fit through the openings in that cage, can you go over and listen in on what those 2 are saying? They’re speaking too quietly which means we can’t hear them from here.”

Gadget pointed to Black Heron and someone who looked like a grim buzzard in a dark business suit.

“Good idea, Gadget. I mean we’re gonna have to know more about our enemy if we’re going to beat them, right?” Monterey replied.

“Exactly.” Gadget said.

“Ok. You got it.” I said.

So, I’m the reconnaissance. That’s ok, I guess.

As I flew out of the cage and towards those 2 villains, I realized that a part of me wishes I could actually be part of the action. I remember flying into an arcade one time and right now, I’m starting to really love those action-packed video games I saw. They’re really making me feel like I’m not as weak as I look. As…weak…as…I…am…

My head started getting filled with doubt.

I shook my head. Focus, Zipper! You’ve gotta help your friends even if that means just being the reconnaissance.

I spied on Black Heron and that buzzard in the business suit and I found out everything about FOWL and how they want to rule the world and put an end to the McDuck family that’s standing in their way.

I was about to head back and told Monterey and Gadget everything I learned when suddenly…

“Hey!” Black Heron shouted when she spotted me. She was trying to swat me! “Shoo! Get out of here! Stupid insect!”

She was even trying take me out with a blaster!

“Zipper! You’ve gotta get out of here now!” Gadget shouted.

“But-” I started.

“Don’t worry. We’ll meet up later. Go!” Gadget said.

I reluctantly did what she said and went into the ventilation shaft.

Black Heron scowled as she watched me get away.

“Oh well. On to the next test subject.” she said as she made her way to 2 more cages.

They contained 2 more chipmunks. And they almost looked like brothers.

I took one long look at them and Monterey and Gadget before flying off.

Don’t worry, you 4. I’m gonna come back for you.

-

Chip’s POV:

Ugh. What happened?

And since when was I able to think like this?

The first thing I saw after that blast I took was a weird woman holding some kind of blaster with a crystal inside.

I’m guessing that’s how I got my IQ boost.

That woman’s blaster must have been what did it.

I found a trench coat and a hat in my cage. I decided to put them on because I think they suit me.

I took a look at the other cages. One contained a bulkier than me and was wearing a blue shirt and a gray jacket and another contained a…beautiful girl in a blue jumpsuit. I blushed when I looked at her but I snapped myself out of it.

Focus! You’re probably in the middle of a crisis here.

I looked at the last cage and it contained a chipmunk that looked a little bit like me.

Then, I saw that strange woman was starting to aim that blaster at him.

-

Dale’s POV:

Whoa! I feel very strange. What happened?

And since when was I able to think up thoughts like this?

I found a shirt in my cage that looks like it’s from the beach in Hawaii. I think I like it. So, I decided to put it on.

I took a look at some of the other cages. I saw a chipmunk who looks like he has a lot of oomph on his side.

I also saw a very very pretty girl in a blue jumpsuit. I felt a bit entranced when I looked at her.

I heard knocking from one of the other cages. I looked to see where it was coming from.

It’s a chipmunk that looks a bit like me. And he’s wearing a hat and trench coat.

Then, he said to me, “Are you alright?!”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I said back. Though, I still don’t get how I’m thinking words like this all of a sudden.

“Listen. See that woman over there?” that chipmunk asked pointing at a weird-looking woman with a red shirt with only one sleeve and she’s also holding a weird-looking blaster with a crystal inside. “I think that blaster is what increased our IQ.”

“IQ?” I asked confused.

“That blaster made us smarter.” he said sounding a bit annoyed.

“Oh.” I said starting to get it. “By the way, what’s your name?”

“Um…” he scratched his head thinking. “I haven’t really thought about it. But how about Chip because why not.”

“Ok, Chip. I think you can call me Dale.” I said “So Chip…what’s gonna happen now?”

“I don’t know.” he said before turning his head. And when he turned his head, he started to look a bit worried. “But I think we’re about to find out.”

I turned my head to where he was looking and saw that woman coming straight toward us.

We tried to dodge but she managed to pick the 2 of us up and started taking us to another part of the room.

“Alright, you 2. Let’s see if you’re able to make it through this deadly maze alive. Hahaha.” she said.

She put us down in what…actually looks like a pretty normal maze.

-

Chip’s POV:

I got a really bad feeling about this.

I know this looks like an ordinary maze that didn’t any traps but the way that woman called this a “deadly” maze is making me think this maze isn’t what it seems.

“Ha!” Dale let out with looking pretty overconfident. “You call this a deadly maze? This will be a piece of cake!”

Dale then started to run through the maze’s corridor.

“Dale! Wait!” I shouted trying to get him to stop. I know something isn’t right about this maze and I don’t want Dale to get himself hurt. “Something isn’t right!”

Just after I said that, saws and lasers emerged from the floor and walls.

I made my way over to Dale who was now in a state of panic.

“Aaahhh!” he screamed

I see one of the saws coming straight toward Dale. It’s gonna cut his head off! I’ve gotta get him out of there!

Mustering every single bit of speed that I can, I made it to Dale before that saw could and pulled him back before it was too late!

“Oh…my…” I said panting just barely feeling relief that Dale was safe. “That was close.”

“You’re…telling…me” Dale replied looking very scared.

I then grabbed Dale by the shoulders. “Listen to me, Dale!” I said with a scolding tone. I know he’s already scared as is but I also know that if he’s not careful, he’s gonna die here! “This isn’t gonna be some walk in the park! This is serious! If we’re not careful, we could die!”

We suddenly heard cackling. “Hahahahahahaha!”

We looked up to see it was that woman.

“You thought it was just a normal maze, didn’t you?” she said clearly mocking us.

“Yooouuu…” I said venomously. This woman is really starting to make my blood boil! “I swear when we get out of here, you are going to pay!”

“I may not speak chipmunk but I know a declaration of revenge when I hear one.” she said. “That’s delightful. But I doubt you’ll be able to go through with it even if you 2 get through this maze with your lives.”

I’m not about to play her game! Me and Dale are gonna find another way out!

“And if you refuse to cooperate…” she pushed a button on a remote she was holding and a series of bar-like lasers that stretch straight from the left wall to the right wall activated behind me and Dale and are slowly heading for us. “Well, let’s just say there will be 2 roasted chipmunks where you used to be.”

I don’t like this one bit.

Then, Dale tapped me on the shoulder and said, “I don’t think we really have a choice.”

I know Dale is right. But still, I just wish she gets blasted by one of these lasers…Wait a minute! That’s it!!!

“Ok, Dale.” I told him. “We’ll go through this maze and I think I have an idea how to do it. Let’s go!”

I started making my way through the corridor with Dale following right behind me.

-

Dale’s POV:

Chip is really good at this.

His plan to clear the obstacles by luring the lasers toward the saws and taking them out is really getting us through. And so is his plan to see which corridors have the most traps in order to navigate through the maze. It’s like he’s one of those video game experts at the arcade while I’m just one of the noobs.

It’s making me see him as a big brother but it also made me feel a bit jealous for a second before I hit myself on the head. Stay focused, Dale! You heard what Chip said! If you don’t be careful, we might die! Besides, he saved my life. So, I owe him one.

We just made it to the corridor that leads to the end of the maze.

“Ok. Same as before.” Chip said.

“Ok.” I said.

We did the same thing as before with the lasers and saws and it looks like we’re about at the end.

But then, I saw something that Chip didn’t. Oh, boy. It’s a trap door with sharp spikes at the bottom!

Chip was jumping up and down making sure one of the lasers destroys the saw above the trap door.

Chip got the laser to destroy the saw and is now seeing that trap door! And he’s about to fall in!

This is not good! He’ll fall into those spikes if I don’t do something! So, I’ve got to!

I mustered all of my strength and jumped right at Chip! I pushed Chip clear of the trap door and got us to the end of the maze!

I feel very tired and it looks like Chip is too.

Suddenly, he put his hands on my shoulders again. I thought he was gonna tell me off before: “Thanks fir the save, Dale.” Chip said. “Look. Sorry I was being hard on you earlier.”

“It’s alright.” I said happily. “I kinda deserved it since I wasn’t being careful.”

“And I guess I need to be more careful too.” Chip said.

“Hey.” I said getting my arms ready for a hug. “Do you wanna be friends?”

I don’t know why I asked but somehow that felt like the right thing to do.

Chip looked at me for a moment.

Then, he hugged me.

“Sure. Let’s be friends.” Chip said with a smile.

“Gross.” that woman said scowling.

Aw, come on! Way to ruin the moment!

“Your friendship makes me sick.” she said. “But looks like my experiments with the intelligence ray are a success.”

She then grabbed me and Chip! “But I can’t risk you chipmunks escaping.”

She also grabbed the other 2 chipmunks. “So, I’m gonna leave you in a place that’s more secure.”

Then, she took the 4 of us to a big cell and threw us in!

And before we knew it, she closed it behind us and left us here.

Notes: Ok. I think I’m getting more confident when it comes to making fanfics. Also, I noticed that there didn’t seem to be that many Chip ‘N Dale Rescue Rangers fanfics about the Rescue Rangers that appeared in the DuckTales reboot. At least as far as I know. So, I figured why not make one of my own. Anyway, I think I’ll be posting the next part of this fanfic in about a week or 2. Also, thanks for reading.

[flyingflosser09]

Cursed / Armando Salazar x OC / Chapter 19

I’m tempted to hide in the great cabin as the pirates are being escorted onto the deck of the Mary, each one uglier than the first. Their skin is littered with scabs, their teeth yellow, their eyes bloodshot, and their nails darkened with filth and blood. How on earth does anyone choose to live like that?

Hidden from view by the wheel, I observe them from afar. The remaining pirates – those who weren’t killed – huddle at the center of the main deck, scared beyond wits of the ghostly crew of officers circling them. One wrong move, they might just kill one of the filthy men.

The pirate captain, however, gets escorted up to the wheel. He pauses, eyes wide and swirling with confusion at the sight of me.

“You have a woman on board?” he asks calmly, daring a look at Armando. I’m not sure if that was meant as an insult, or if he was just genuinely perplexed to why a living, breathing woman would be found amongst a crew of dead officers.

“She is none of your concern,” Armando places himself between me and the pirate and nods at the wheel, “Take me to Jack Sparrow. You have until the break of light.”

Without warning, he takes a firm yet gentle hold of my wrist and leads me to the great cabin. Once inside, he closes the door and utter a heavy breath. I guess it must be one of frustration, given ghosts don’t need to breathe. Only then do I notice his hands are shaking with unbridled rage.

Trusting that he won’t take it out on me, I reach out and take his hands in mine. They are cold as always, despite having been in the sun for the whole day.

“I don’t think you should leave that pirate at the wheel unsupervised too long,” I tell him honestly. “Frankly, I don’t trust him.”

Armando huffs a dry laugh. “I’d be worried if you did, Samira. I almost thought you took pity on them when you sent that breeze.”

“I had to find a way to bring you back,” I confess solemnly. “You been driven by rage since we left the Triangle, I was worried I’d lose you to it.”

I can tell my words meant something to him. Armando brings my hands to his lips and places a ghostly kiss on each knuckle. Once each knuckle has received equal attention, he places the last kiss on my forehead.

“I’m right here, mi corazón,” he says against my skin, “I apologize if my behavior frightened you. I wish to have this curse broken as soon as possible. That ambition, it tends to cloud my better judgement.”

Recalling his reaction earlier upon hearing of the Trident, I can’t help but to ask, “Do you really not believe in the Trident?”

“Whether it exists or not, I can’t save Jack Sparrow from what’s coming to him.”

“But what about you?” I rest my hands on his chest, hoping to someday feel his heart beating under my palms. “Do you believe the Trident can break your curse?”

He looks at me with equal contemplation. “Do you?”

I realize this is a sensitive subject. I myself isn’t certain of the extend of the Trident’s power, so I’d rather not instill false hope within him. Yes, I fully believe the Trident will break all the curses of the ocean, but that theory can only be tested once we’ve found it.

“We’ll just have to see, don’t we?” I settle for that answer instead. “Would you have me call upon a wind so we can sail faster? Perhaps we can catch up with Sparrow before dawn.”

“You’d do that?” he blinks.

“As long as no pirate gives me any dirty looks…”

“It’d be the last thing they’ll ever do,” he promises gravely.

We leave the cabin and descend the stairs to the helm. The pirate captain dares stealing a glance my way but, as if overhearing Armando’s threatening promise through the floorboards, his eyes don’t linger.

I take my place at the helm a few paces from him and close my eyes, searching for that familiar tether in the air. Once I found it, I extend a hand and gust of wind fills the shredded sails of the Mary. The forceful boost sends the crew and pirates staggering as the cursed ship sails faster than it’s ever sailed before.

Once I’m certain the wind will hold, I lower my hand and open my eyes...to see every pirate’s gaze on me, faces ashen with shock, and jaws slack with bafflement. Some even rub at their eyes, ensuring they haven’t imagined what they saw.

From the corner of my eye, I notice the pirate captain also staring, perplexed. Despite his surprise, he seems…curious. However, I choose to ignore it and resume my control of the wind.

Until one of the crew members call from the deck, “W-witch!”

The moment that word saw the light, the pirate was hauled up by the neck by none other than Magda, who lifts him into the air, so his feet are kicking above the deck. Several officers have their weapons drawn and aimed at the pirate.

“The señorita is no witch,” Magda hisses at the ratty man. I blink once, and the next thing I know, he places his sword in the pirate’s chest. Places it. It happened so quick and smoothly, I’d miss it if I wasn’t looking the whole time.

Once the life leaves the pirate’s eyes, Magda throws his body overboard with so much disregard, one would think it was something as trivial as rotten food. Something that just needed to be disposed of. Not a human being who was alive ten seconds ago.

I’m frozen at the helm as Magda turns to regard me, dead eyes meeting my own in the utmost respect before shifting to Armando. “Forgive me, Capitán , but I cannot standby and allow this scum to insult the señorita.”

Armando, who did nothing to stop the officer from killing the pirate, lifts his chin and squares his shoulders. With a voice loud enough to hear from every corner of the ship, he says, “Think nothing of it, Officer. Let this be a lesson to all pirates who dares to insult the señorita.”

Uncertain if I should be flattered or concerned by Magda’s irrational act, I choose to rather thank him through a nod and resume my focus on the wind. Needless to say, no pirate so much as looked at me after that.

By the time the sun disappeared from view, the majority of the pirate crew has settled on the deck, still huddled close. I image their feet and legs are aching from standing all day. There is a tinge of remorse towards them in my heart, but not enough to take pity upon them.

How many of innocent people have they killed? How many women have they taken advantage of? How many towns have they pillaged and plundered, leaving countless of people to fend for themselves without money?

Armando hasn’t left my side since I called up the wind this afternoon. Lesaro also lingered close, ever so watchful if the pirate captain had other ideas…

But the captain never attempted anything throughout the early evening. However, I was so aware of his eyes on me every few seconds, contemplating my presence on this ship and why I hold power over the wind and water.

“Are you still alright, señorita?” Lesaro asks by the time the stars are high and twinkling. “Do you need to sit down?”

My feet are killing me, yes, and my legs ache from supporting my weight the whole day. But I refuse to show weakness in front of the pirates.

“I’m fine, thank you, Lieutenant,” I tell him kindly, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

Time drags on until the moon is at its highest peak. Midnight, I realize. The sea is calm and my hold on the wind remains constant. In that time, Santos has brought me food and water, considering I can’t leave my post. It felt odd to be the only one eating, especially when I figured some of the pirates must have grown hungry as well. But my rations are limited and not enough to feed every mouth on this ship. Hopefully, we will reach our destination by tomorrow and the pirates will be out of our hair.

However, as I start to grow drowsy, I’m jolted awake by the pirate captain’s voice at my back, “Have you ever heard of Calypso, miss?”

I open my mouth to speak but is immediately interrupted when Armando aims his rapier at the pirate’s neck. “You do not speak a word to her, pirate. She is none of your concern.”

Reaching down, I grasp onto his hand without anyone noticing. “It’s alright, Capitán .” Without looking at the pirate, I say, “I’ve heard of Calypso when I studied the myths and legends of the sea. She is a heathen goddess, daughter of Atlas, who ruled over the seas. Sailors loved and feared her. Although she had mortal blood, it was through love that she was banished into a mortal form and later took her revenge on those who wronged her. Why do you bring this up, pirate?”

“I merely wish to test your knowledge, miss,” he replies charismatically although cautiously. “Perhaps I wondered if you held any ties with the goddess Calypso, considering your power over wind and sea.”

“I think I would have known if my mother was a goddess,” I tell him blandly, “And quite frankly, it’s impossible. You see, my mother is dead, killed by pirates which left me orphaned at the age of six.”

“Not a mother then, perhaps a father?” he pushes on, making me wonder what he’s trying to achieve. “If Atlas could father a child with a mortal woman, I’d wager the other heathens could as well. Perhaps, long ago, Poseidon’s gaze befell a lass and he fell in love. I’d imagine a child born of the god of the sea would be able to command it at her will.”

I turn sharply to face him, anger rippling underneath my skin. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbles among the clouds as I glare at the pirate captain before me. “You know nothing about me. Do not for one second think that you do. My mother and father both died at the hands of pirates, my father was a humble merchant, a good man! What you saw me do, what I am, is cursed. And I’d very much like to break that curse even if that means killing every pirate in my way.”

Lightning strikes the water beside the ship, missing the masts by fractions.

Some of the pirates jumped to their feet in fright, some screamed. The crew of the Mary looks at me, wide-eyed, while the pirate captain is bold enough to hold my gaze.

“People cursed by the ocean are only confined by it, miss. They don’t command it,” he draws out each word to let it sink in. “If you hold power over the seas, command it to release you from your curse. It might just listen to the daughter of Poseidon himself.”

That’s it.

Before the pirate knows what hit him, he’s choking. Water sputters from his mouth and onto the deck as he drowns from inside-out. His bloodshot eyes are wide and tearing up as he looks at me, but the dark force that came over me knows no mercy and takes pleasure in the torture I inflict.

“Samira.” I hear my name coming from Armando, breaking the sinister stupor over me. Breaking my concentration over the pirate, I turn back to the dark horizon, his coughs ringing in my ears. Armando takes a gentle hold of my arm and begins to lead me back to the great cabin. “I think you should rest for the night. We’ve made enough progress for now.”

I allow him to lead me away from the pirate, however, the latter continues his absurd claims despite nearly drowning just now. “If you truly studied every myth and legend of the sea, lassie, you’d know that the sea god Poseidon indeed did sire an heir with a mortal woman.”

I pause just long enough for him to see it as a sign to proceed.

“The said woman kept the child a secret, afraid the sea god would have taken it away to live at the depths he came from. Only years later, the child was restored to the ocean. The sea recognized their blood and spat them out ashore, thus also awakening their power over the seven seas and the winds at the four corners of the globe.”

“How do you know all this?” I choke out, feeling my throat thicken with emotion.

He only grins slyly, showing those yellow teeth. “I am a captain; I know my myths and legends.”

It seems he had nothing left to say and neither did I. Armando escorts me back to the cabin for the second time and this time, told me to stay and rest. Too exhausted of controlling the wind all day and night, I don’t protest and go straight to sleep, knowing very well the crew of the Silent Mary won’t allow any pirates to come near me.

[lemon-inferno]

Unlock My Boss episodes 1&2 ✔️

I just finished watching the first two episodes of “Unlock My Boss”. I really like the plot and I want to see where it goes, but it’s still all a bit alien to me. The editing stile, a 4th wall break, the Truman show reference… It was all a bit odd to me. Not things you see in kdrama often. Then again, times are changing and content is evolving. It’s interesting enough to keep me intrigued.

As for the plot, this is where you can consider the spoilers begin. ↓

So Park In Sung is a young man who has already completed his mandatory military serving and college. Due to his background however, he’s had to give up on his dream to become an actor and instead does odd jobs to make ends meet while he’s trying to get a stable job at a company. One thing leads to another and In Sung ends up finding a smartphone that belongs to the CEO and founder of Silver Lining, Kim Sun Joo. The very company he got rejected by. To his surprise, the CEO is actually trapped inside the phone after he was involved in a mysterious car accident and needs In Sung’s help to solve the mystery.

So Silver Lining is an IT company and two of the main things it develops are an AI called Baro (think of it as a fictional Siri or Alexa) and a VR that lets you experience real things. Now if we put the VR on the side, there’s a scene where In Sung finds out that the company was working on a better version of Baro, but it was still just beta. The CEO himself (Sun Joo) was a test subject for that AI. He says that it’s meant to be able to study its individual owners deeply to be able to assist them better in their daily lives. What I think might’ve happened after the accident is that now somehow the AI thinks it’s the CEO. But I’m not sure. That’s just a possible outcome I thought of, because of that conversation they had. Why else would they tell us that the CEO himself was a test subject for this AI?

There is also a clear love interest in this drama that I think will be taking some focus, because it’s going to be a big part of In Sung’s life as a CEO. He risked a second strike just to not have her fired. Again, I’m not big into the romance so I don’t think I’ll be commenting much on that. Also, I’m still not really sure how I feel about Seo Eun Soo playing the role of Jung Se Yeon. I’m not sure if she suits the role. It feels a little awkward when I watch her. I know that there was a comment that she’s “more AI-like than an AI” in the very beginning. If that’s the show’s true intent for her character than I don’t think I’m going to like that particular character much. However, she will make good ally for In Sung and Sun Joo.

Speaking of, I like the little bromance baiting they’re doing. I always fall for that though so I never take it into consideration when rating a drama (for myself). I know it’s a trap, but it’s a trap I see from miles away and still walk into. So I can’t really blame the drama for it.

Last but not least, it’s obvious the butler had a big part in whatever happened to Sun Joo, but I don’t think the nanny is all that innocent either. Considering that my theory about the Sun Joo in the phone being the beta AI that thinks it’s Sun Joo is right, then where is the real Sun Joo or his body? I don’t think the person who contacted In Sung in the preview is the actual Sun Joo, but again, considering that theory might be correct then the real Sun Joo would have to appear eventually. And that is why I think the scene with the nanny, where she asks if the butler has been able to contact Sun Joo, is actually bait. Because if she was also involved, then it makes sense why she’d ask that, because now neither knows what happened to Sun Joo (because his body is missing). Although, that could be true even if it is the actual Sun Joo in the phone, because he’d still be missing…. But what happened to his body….. I don’t know.

These are all still very early theories, we’re only two episodes in. I can see myself finishing this drama. The plot is interesting, I’m interested in In Sung’s fate and how meeting In Sung changes Soo Jun. These are my top interests.

Okay, that’s it for now!

[devilofthehounds]

God Eater 3 Character Novel | In the Name of the White Flower: Chapter 6

[image id: A novel cover. Hilda Henriquez from God Eater 3 stands in the foreground. In the background are profile shots of Abraham Gadolin (top left) and Werner Gadolin (bottom right). Separating the two are a pair of red armlets, streaks of dried blood overlaid on top of them. The text, when translated into English, reads, “God Eater 3 Character Novel | Chapter 5: Hilda Edition | In the Name of the White Flower”. /end id]

This is a fan translation. Original text here.

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Adaptive God Eater. AGE.

With the discovery of "Adaptive Bias Factor", which could provide resistance to the ash that made up the Ashlands, God Eaters who were found to be compatible with it came to be known as AGEs.

However, compatibility could only be determined by administering both ash and adaptive bias factor into the subject's body. If the subject was incompatible, they would die.

To increase the success rate even the slightest bit, veteran God Eaters with high compatibility were selected one after another as test subjects. However, the success rate was below five percent, and many lost their lives during these aptitude tests.

Even so, for the sake of humanity.

With those words in mind, many brave heroes volunteered to take the AGE aptitude test.

Unless someone could overcome this ordeal of a second aptitude test, there would be no future for humanity.

With the sacrifice of hundreds, even thousands of precious souls, research into ash and adaptive bias factor progressed, and a procedure for the aptitude test granting a small but high chance of success was established.

And yet.

"I... lost another subordinate to the AGE aptitude test today."

The heart of one who stood atop a pile of corpses could not be saved.

Late one night, I found Werner slumped over in his room, looking as though he were a million miles away.

"The truth is, I intended to take the aptitude test before anyone else did. I thought that, by showing them the way, I could give them even a little courage... but..."

With Fenrir now effectively defunct, Gleipnir and Governor-General Gadolin had begun to exert their influence throughout Europe.

Werner, the governor-general's son, would never be allowed to put his life at such risk.

"Too many people have died... And now, even the very mention of 'AGE' strikes fear into the hearts of God Eaters. Every day, I can only watch as my comrades die one after another, my only assignment being to suppress the innocents who have begun to riot out of fear and panic... What am I even doing anymore?"

One day, your efforts will be rewarded. You will be able to once again pursue your dream.

I couldn't bring myself to give him words of encouragement. It felt as though it would diminish the weight of the lives sacrificed thus far.

Still, I wanted to help heal his broken heart, even just a little.

I wanted to tell him that no matter how cruel reality became, I would remain by his side.

Without a word, I gently embraced him.

"...I'm sorry, Hilda. I've been pretty pathetic lately, huh?"

Werner smiled weakly as he stood up.

"I've heard that the improved aptitude tests for the second generation of AGEs will begin tomorrow. Let's hope it will reduce the number of casualties, even if only a little. ...Please, rest for today."

I watched as Werner left the room, then hung my head in despair.

Werner was no longer a researcher, eyes shining with dreams. Now, he was only a God Eater, expected to fulfill his duties.

The one I had walked with, the two of us searching for the same light, was getting further and further away. I couldn't help but feel frustrated as I started to lose sight of what it meant to stand by him.

The next day.

I decided to visit Iris and the others in the residential area of the base.

But the children were nowhere to be found.

"Where did everyone...?"

It was strange. There didn't seem to be a single child within the base.

I desperately ran from place to place, searching for Iris and the others.

"Ha... Ha... Hilda!"

Soon, Werner appeared, looking as out of breath as I felt.

In his wide-open eyes, I could see confusion, as well as a faint flame of anger.

"Werner... Iris... The children... I can't find them..."

"...!"

Werner turned on his heel and ran off. Instinctively, I followed after him.

We arrived at the governor-general's office.

As soon as we entered, Werner's fiery, incensed voice roared out.

"Father, what have you done?!"

I staggered closer to Governor-General Gadolin as he silently endured his son's wrath.

"Governor-General... The children...?"

I desperately hoped I was wrong.

In my heart, I held onto that hope as I asked one single question.

"...The children of this base have been sent to take the second-generation AGE aptitude test."

The shock made me fall to my knees, as if I had been punched.

"The adaptive bias factor, as with the standard aptitude test, tends to have a higher compatibility the younger the subject is... There was no other choice."

"Don't give me that! You forced children to become God Eaters?! Why didn't you tell me?!"

Werner grabbed his father by the collar, but Governor-General Gadolin maintained his composure.

"I knew you would react like this. If I had told you, you would have tried to prevent it."

"Of course I would have! Father, how could you?!"

"For the future of humanity."

That one sentence created a decisive crack in something unseen.

The starting point of our dream.

We had envisioned a world where no one would have to say those words.

"Second-generation experiments have already begun throughout Europe. We have no choice but to place our hopes in the children."

"Father... You... Do you understand what you're saying?"

"Despise me all you like. However..."

The governor-general coolly removed Werner's hand as he stood dazed.

"This is the path we must walk."

The governor-general took his leave.

Werner's hands were braced on his father's desk. He hung his head in silence, thinking.

"There might still be time to save at least some of them..."

Carrying those words like a prayer, Werner left the room with a ghostly gait.

I was left alone in the governor-general's office, further from my dream than I had ever been.

"Ah... Aaaaah...!"

I could no longer hold back my tears.

Iris. The children. In my mind, I saw the smiles of those whose hearts had connected to mine, so vivid it bordered on cruelty.

The path we adults had chosen to walk would swallow up the lives of more children than we could ever imagine.

Stepping over the corpses of children to pursue my dream—I could never do that.

That bright dream itself was being swallowed up by the darkness of reality.

After that, I couldn't remember where I walked, or how.

"Seems like children will be taking the AGE aptitude test from now on... Honestly, I'm relieved."

The image of God Eaters saying such things and smiling together in peace was burned into my mind.

I wandered the base, drowning in despair. Eventually, I found myself sitting alone at the end of a deserted corridor, hugging my knees.

Word had it this base would soon be swallowed up by the Ashlands.

Soon, work would begin to complete the underground base, as well as the transfer of key facilities.

Our dream had finally begun to take shape.

Why was I here? Why was I so frustrated?

What had I been working toward all this time?

".........Um..."

As I dove deeper within my memories, my eyes closed to the world, it happened.

A faint voice shook me out of my daze.

"...Huh?"

I looked up. In front of me stood the purple-haired girl, her sketchbook on her back.

"You... What are you doing here?!"

Hadn't the children been forced to take the AGE aptitude test?

The girl, her expression as blank as ever, handed me a tablet she had been holding, though I couldn't even begin to fathom where she had gotten it from.

It seemed the tablet could display video footage from within the base.

You could even use it to manipulate the movement of the cameras and create blind spots.

"Don't tell me... You've been using this to hide from the researchers?"

A feat like that could only be accomplished with pure, natural talent.

In response to my question, the girl opened her sketchbook.

The picture was drawn quickly and accurately, the faces of the subjects captured clearly.

A group of researchers. Children lined up in a row, forming a wall. At one end of the line, a girl with glasses stood with her arms outstretched, protecting another girl.

"Could it be... Is this you and Iris?"

A short nod convinced me.

Iris, sensing the danger, had saved the girl from the experiment.

"It'll... be... okay... We'll... see... each... other... again..."

Pointing at Iris's image, the girl seemed to be trying to convey her will. I couldn't help but hug her tightly.

This child was the hope that Iris—and all the children—protected with every wish they had.

"That's right... Don't worry. I'll protect you..."

Trying to convince myself as well, I swore upon the hope entrusted to me by Iris.

For the child who had always dreamed of protecting her family.

No matter what, I would protect this girl.

"...What's your name?"

The girl quickly scribbled her signature in the corner of the sketchbook.

It was signed "Amy".

[celamoon]

Warnings: Crackfic...? almost? abuse victim, nsfw jokes. please be warned

Pronouns: They/them

Summary: Y/n L/n the unhinged genius of Vyn's patients. A mentally unstable being, the result of the Flora X testing. The same unhinged being that was let into the NXX to lead the searching for the drug.

Prompt: This post by @papellie (Ty for the prompt bestie <3)

Vyn did not have any patients he considered impossible. Well, almost none. He had Y/n L/n, the very unhinged chaos that considered his hardest patient. Someone whom one of his old friends had dropped into his hands because they were an impossible case.

Vyn only took the hardest cases, and you seemed to be the worst of his patients.

"Vynnie!" The patient grins at the sight of their favourite doctor. "Vynnie are you here to shove my medicine down my throat again? How about this time you shove your fingers down my throat-"

"Good afternoon Y/n," Vyn ignores your question. "We've changed your medication to a liquid."

"A liquid?" They tilt their head. "But water isn't a medication?"

"There are many more liquids other than water," Vyn smiles while pouring your medicine.

"Do bodily fluids count?"

"They do,"

"So like cu-"

"Drink up," Vyn shoves the cup to them, and they gag at the smell.

"It smells like the flora drug my previous doctors used to force down my throat," they mumble before downing it in one gulp. "You should really add some sugar or honey to the medicine Vinnie, it tastes disgusting."

Vyn freezes at the familiar name.

"What did you just say?"

"That you should really add some sugar or honey Vynnie," They grin.

"Before that."

"The medication smells like the flora drug I used to be forced to take as a child?" They tilt their head.

"Do you know what that drug was called?" Vyn raises a brow.

"Flora... X? Flora X," You mumble. "FLORA X!! Vynnie are you proud of me?"

Vyn's eyes widen in realization. No wonder you were so unhinged, you had been taking the very medication that was made illegal years ago. Which meant you were a lead into one of the dark pasts of Stellis.

"Say Y/n... if I were to let you out of the ward every once in a while... would you be willing to behave?"

"Vynnie I'm about as stable as a paper clip standing up straight." They blink innocently.

Vyn sighs. He would need to discuss with the NXX team about it.

"Which is... why I suddenly think we have a lead on the medication." Vyn concludes.

"Well that sounds reasonable to let her in," Rosa is the first to speak up. "She does have the lead we need,"

"But she's unhinged," Artem cuts in. "She might cause chaos."

"I mean as long as Vyn keeps her calm I think she could give us some useful information,"

"Why can't you just ask her?" Luke asks.

Vyn sighs. "I can't force anything out of her unless she says it herself."

"Is it in the contract?" Marius raises a brow.

"Yes."

"Then just let her join," Marius shrugs. "It's always so serious in here, having someone unhinged might crack some jokes every now and the...n?"

The other three glare at him.

"Well I think we can try meeting her in my office once to see if it works," Rosa pipes up.

"I..."

"Let's meet her in her psych ward," Vyn sighs. "I don't want her to trash your place."

Which brought us to today.

"Vynnie!" Thye grin. "You brought your friends!"

"They're associates," Vyn sighs. "Y/n meet MC, Luke, Artem, and Marius."

"That's second gen richie, law boi, and bestie," You point at Marius, Artem and MC. "That last one looks like a golden retriever."

The four look at Vyn and he sighs.

"Y/n they're here to discover more about the drug you took when young. Apparently it stops brain growth and has depressive side effects."

"OOOh is that why I tried to kill myself with a plastic cup last time?"

"She did whAT-?"

"Perhaps. It could also explain why you're my patient." Vyn smiles.

"That's right! Vynnie only takes the worst of the worst! ...You have really bad taste Vynnie. I'd rather be with the mentally stable," they shrug.

"Ah so Y/n?"

"Yes bestie?"

MC flushes a soft pink. "Do you remember much about the drug you used to take?"

"Uh so I think the tablets were pink at first, and then they successfully changed it to white... I could recreate it for you if you want? But only for you bestie, Vynnie is too mean." They pout.

Vyn sighs and the other three turn to look at him.

"re...create it?"

"Well they recruited me as a scientist first so I know the basic components of the drug but then they locked me up to force the medicine down my throat. It tasted ok but I think I lost control each time I had some-" They mumble. "Oh and of course I ran away and then some random man caught me and sent me to Vynnie's. He wasn't that bad though, he fed me some good food-"

"Wait wait," Vyn steps forward. "You know the components of the drug?"

"It tasted like the medicine you fed me the other day Vynnie," They grumble. "I also remember that the lab had really pretty water next to it. I think I ran down a hill to escape them."

The five look at each other and then MC speaks up.

"Y/n,"

"Yes bestie?"

"If we let you come with us, will you help us gather information?"

Artem frowns and you catch it.

"Law boi doesn't seem very happy about me coming along."

"Your mind works incredibly but the drug seems to have limited you." Vyn steps up. "I'll give you a nice room to live in."

"Idk Vynnie, sounds like bribery to me," They shrug.

"I'll bake for you-"

"Sold." they're glowing.

'... that easy?' they all sweat at your quick response.

"So all I have to do is gather information right?"

"We need to find out where the village is-"

"Up on a hill. Really tasty fish... uh crystal clear water and then I think I bumped into a crashed car on my way down the hill." You mumble. "I think the place started with O-"

"Opaline Village." Luke speaks up. "Is that it?"

"I think so~" you smile. "So Vynnie... when do I get to move out?"

"If you behave well the next three days I can get you out by the end of the week."

Your eyes glimmer.

You're an incredible actress, and an even better hacker apparently. Luke gave you three lessons on basic hacking and you broke into the Pax firewall quicker than he could.

"Ok so what now?"

"Can you get the locked files?"

"These?"

You even printed them out.

The group could only call you an unhinged genius from that point on.

"Your codename will be Flora."

"Wow you really named me after a drug huh Vynnie-" That earned you a smack in the head.

"King I can you order takeout?"

"Not to here-"

"Then to somewhere nearby! I'm hungry!" You reach for the knife in your drawer.

"ADJUCATOR!" Marius calls before you can end him.

Vyn shoves a pastry into your mouth and you continue working.

"We're heading to Opaline village today," MC and Luke tell you.

"Samples are in the third drawer in the fourth room after you turn left bestie~!" You sing.

What the hell?

"Vynnie what's for dinner,"

"What would you like?"

"Revenge," You blink.

"Rosa's working on that." He hums. "Food wise?"

"You-"

"I'm not edible," He deadpans.

"No but your-"

"I'll order pizza," Marius groans. You had been pulling all nighters in the office to crack down the firewall to the other files.

"Artie can you grab me a coffee on your way here?" You're on the phone with Artem now.

Vyn snatches the phone and sighs. "Don't get them any. They've been awake for nearly 72 hours now. I want them to crash asleep before they crash dead,"

"AWW VYNNIE CARES FOR ME!!!" You grin cheekily.

Artem brought you hot tea instead.

Then MC and Luke came back. You stood with the others as they watched MC get kissed by Huey. The child then ran up to you and hugged you.

"Thank you for teaching me how to break the firewall..."

The other five turned to you in shock.

"Love you Huey. Remember not to hack anyone unless you absolutely have to," You kissed him on the forehead. "Be good in school alright?"

"Okay..." He smiles.

Since when were you good with kids??

"So uh... we found the files," MC handed you papers and you grinned.

"My medical notes!"

What kind of Harley Quinn shit is this?

"So... what kind of abuse did they exactly go through?" Vyn stands next to MC as they watch you fight Marius.

"The files we read said that apparently at first they were fed the drug inside of their meal. Eventually they were locked up in a prison cell and turned into a complete test subject. They skipped three meals before they ran away." MC mumbles. "It's really sad."

Luke pulls you off of Marius and Artem hands you your morning coffee.

"Only you're dependable out of you all Artie..." You sigh blissfully after a sip. "Only you..."

Vyn's eyebrow twitches at the comment. MC can only look in amusement.

"Y/n you need to take a break." Vyn sighs.

"I get a break when I get revenge on that bitch who started drugging my food," You hiss.

"Even if I bake?"

"Depends what it is," You continue clicking, and you're focused.

"Then..." Vyn can't get himself to say it.

"Let's bet then," You mumble. "I break the firewall in the next hour you go on a date with me, if I don't then you can drag me to bed."

Vyn sighs. "Deal." He was really powerless compared to you.

Sure enough in 30 minutes, a cheer erupted in the headquarters. It sounded like your voice with Luke's.

"WE BROKE IN WE BROKE IN RAVEN WE BROKE IN!!!!" You screamed, your voice was hoarse from the lack of water.

The two of you are in an embrace, and Vyn's eyebrows twitch again.

"The all nighters..." Luke cries. "We did it..."

"VYNNIE YOU OWE ME A DATE!" You cried.

Vyn can only sigh. "When would you like to go out?"

You stand up, and you make your way to him.

"When I wake up." You proceed to crash dead onto the bed next to him. The NXX team then panicked for the next ten minutes because Marius thought you stopped breathing.

You slept for three days.

The NXX thought you died. Then you woke up and acted as though you didn't just die for 3 days.

"Good morning bestie," You're back on your computer again.

"Y/n you shouldn't be back on your computer after dropping dead for three days." MC panics. "Besides, Y/n you're going on a date today with Vyn right?"

"Yeah," You yawn.

"Do you want to dress up?" You strut to your closet.

"Oh look," You throw your closet door open. Lingerie and t-shirts and shorts. "Ah here's a decent outfit."

You toss together some clothes, and MC smiles. "Would you like me to help you with your hair?"

"Sure. Thank you MC," You smile.

The epitome of gender envy. Damn bestie you looked hot.

Vyn arrives a couple minutes after you finish getting ready.

"Vynnie!"

"It's... been a while since I've seen you dressed up," Vyn smiles. "Shall we go?"

You grin as he leads you to his car.

"What would you like to do?" Vyn peers at you.

"Can we bake at your place?" you fumble in your seat.

"Sure," He smiles. "What would you like to make?"

"Macarons?"

"Those are pretty hard Y/n... you sure?" He raises a brow at you.

"If I can hack a firewall then I can bake macarons." you grinned.

So turns out that was a lie.

"Vynnie ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ " You whined. "Help me!"

"You didn't beat the egg whites enough," Vyn grabs the bowl from your arms and you rest your head on your palm.

"Vynnie the male wife..." You peered at him. "Vynnie would you marry me-?"

Clang

Vyn's caught off guard and drops the metal bowl. His glasses slide down slightly, and his lips are parted in shock.

"Sorry Vynnie," You reach over the counter to help him fix his glasses, and you beat the egg whites yourself. "Must've scared you out of your mind."

"No no," Vyn regains his composure and smiles.

"Dedication is hard," You mumble. "People change after time, and changes vary from person to person... betrayal plagues a person, and people that you once loved no longer love you back. Which is why Vynnie doesn't want to date right?"

Vyn pauses, and you hum in satisfaction.

"Ooh the egg whites are stiff." You turn the bowl upside down on top of your head and grin. "Shall we mix the two together?"

"Let me," Vyn folds the mixture in, and you hum. "Vynnie do you like MC?"

Vyn nearly drops the bowl again. He just couldn't get a break from your remarks. "Why are you asking?"

"When you came to pick me up your pulse was quicker than usual." You mumble. "Then when we got in the car and out of MC's sight your pulse slowed"

Vyn stops to stare at you now. "Is that why you were holding my wrist?"

"Luke taught me," You mumble. "To read people better."

"Unfortunately your hypothesis is wrong," Vyn smiles. "My heart did not quicken because of MC."

"Huh," You mumble.

"Could you help me put the batter in the piping bag?"

"Sure," You open a piping bag, and you open it for him to put the batter in. "Can I do the piping?"

"Sure," Vyn finishes filling in the bag, and you pipe the batter onto the tray.

"Vynnie why did your heartbeat go up then?"

Vyn stares at you. "Because I got to see you dressed up,"

You stumble and nearly mess up on a macaron shell.

"Vynnie teasing me isn't funny," You pout. Vyn smiles as he rests his cheek on his hand.

"But I was being honest," He beams at you.

"Vynnie!"

"Alright two hours"

"DON'T JUST CHANGE THE SUBJECT-"

"Siri please set a two hour timer-"

"VYNNIE!!!"

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The money thing (part 2/2) - Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings: SMUT! angst, confrontation... and more SMUT!

This is it, guys! Buuut... I think I'm gonna keep this story going, what do you say? Shall we find out about how shopping with Charlotte goes, and the party, and just how (y/n) handles this new dynamic overall? As always, let me know what you think! Read part 1 here!

When you got back at home, you were barely inside the apartment and Daniel was already pushing you against the door, kissing you passionately. You go down the corridor half kissing, half walking, Daniel chasing you all the way. You run to his room and then inside the shower, taking off your sweaty clothes on the process. You guys get under the shower and the feeling of the chill water along with Daniel’s kisses on your skin is just too good.

“You’re unbelievable” he says, letting your feet touch the ground again. You wash each other clean after that, running your hands through each other’s body and memorizing every curve, every detail.

“You’re unbelievable” he says, letting your feet touch the ground again. You wash each other clean after that, running your hands through each other’s body and memorizing every curve, every detail.

After a while, you get out of the shower, dry your hair quickly then wrap yourself in a towel. You go to your toiletry bag on the sink and take your toothbrush out, brushing your teeth while Daniel finished showering. Then you take your hair cream and put some on, your hair is really starting to feel the damage with all this boy’s shampoo, you think. Then you take some skin serum and apply some drops on your face, spreading lightly. Man, you missed skincare and it missed you. Last step: body lotion. Daniel gets out of the shower and you know he's watching you.

“Why you’re pampering yourself all up?” He asked coming behind you and kissing your neck.

“I’m doing what I was supposed to do the last two nights…but got distracted” you smirk at him. He lifts his hands in mock defense. Then you open the towel and start spreading the cream on your stomach, then your legs, then your butt. He’s watching you still, so you smile. “You say you like my skin, well it takes a lot of creaming to maintain it”

“I thought that was my job, love” He says in a low voice from behind me, putting his hands on my hips.

“Not like-” you start but decide it’s not even worthy, he knows what you meant. You just swat him on the shoulder and he laughs, going back to the room.

“By the way” he says putting his head back through the door. “You smell amazing, so finish up and get your ass back in the bed so I can properly cream you up”

“Daniel!” Little shit. He laughs even louder.

When you go back inside the room Daniel is sitting on the bed, looking through his phone. You pass him towards the closet and decide to take a look at the clothes you brought with you, to see if there's anything you could wear to this party tomorrow. What do you even wear to a yacht?

You take a few outfits and place them in front of your body, testing them on the mirror, but nothing seemed appropriate.

"You want a shirt baby?" Daniel asks you out of nowhere.

"Hum? Yeah, sure" you answer him, hanging the clothes back in the closet.

"Are you looking for something for tomorrow? Just buy something with Charlotte" he said simply while putting sweat pants on.

"Yeah... I..." you took a deep breath, "It's just..." you tried to say, but nothing seemed to come out. You were scared he was gonna think you're being ridiculous.

"What?" he looked at you.

"Nothing, never mind" you gave up, putting on his shirt with your underwear and going back to his room. He followed you, wearing nothing but his sweat pants.

"I'm just guessing here, but I have a feeling it's a good one" he started, "It's the money thing, isn't it? You don't want to spend money buying an outfit for this party?"

"It's not that I don't want to, Dan. I just can't afford it!" you said raising your voice tone a bit. He just stared at you for a while. "I don't know if you've noticed, I'm not on a million dollars contract but I'm still living like I was!" you sat down on the bed, eyes filling with water. "I just can't do this anymore, sorry. It's killing me and it's so stupid, so petty, but again, it's not! Cause what would the solution be? You paying for everything? Me just becoming a leech? A gold-digger?" he was watching you quietly, but let out a laugh at that last part.

"Don't laugh! I'm serious!" you continued.

"Baby, listen to yourself. What do you want me to do besides laughing?" he smiled sympathetically at you.

"Well, I'm glad you're finding it amusing because I feel sick everytime the subject comes up. The clothes, restaurants, plane tickets... I can't be living like that, and it's not just that. It's also because I know there's only one way this is going"

"You finally understanding this is ridiculous and accepting the credit card I made on your name months ago?" he said sitting by your side.

"Us not being together anymore. We're just from too different worlds, it's not gonna work. You need someone that can keep up with this lifestyle" you said getting up and walking towards the bathroom.

"No, you're not!" he said pulling you back down to his lap by your waist. "Enough with this bullshit" he said kissing your face and wipping your tears away. "Tell me what the real problem is. This is not about money, money is only a tool, a means to something, we can't let it have this much power over us. There's always more where that came from" you just looked at him. He had a much more healthy relationship with money than you, maybe because he had so much to spare. "This is not about money. You're not greedy, I know you. You're just the polar opposite of it. The most generous person I know. Is that it? You're feeling guilty?"

"I think... kind of. It's not fair, how can I have so much, knowing that most people have never even seen that much money. We’ve spent the average person's paycheck on a meal, Dan!" you said.

"(y/n), baby... it's not your responsibility. You can't carry this weight on you. You already do so much for people, you volunteer and donate all the time... you can't deprive yourself because other people don't have the same opportunity, that wouldn't be fair either" he tried to reason with you.

"But what about you?" you asked.

"What about me?"

"I just... listen, I know, rationally I mean... that I don't handle the idea of money very well. If you must know, I couldn't even take money from my parents as a kid. I just can't help but think it wasn't fair to them and it's not fair to you, to spend it with me. It's yours! You worked hard for it! I’m literally leeching on you!"

"So, you agree? The money is mine, so I can do with it what I please?" he said.

"Yes, but-"

"Why can't I spend it with the person I love most in the world? Huh? What is so wrong with it? Even if I was choosing to spend it on you instead of on myself, which I'm not, why couldn't I?"

"I feel like I'm taking advantage of you"

"Baby, we're taking advantage of this life. I was given this unholy amount of money for doing my dream job. Can you see how rare and fucking blessed this is? I mean, I thought so, until I met you. I thought I knew what a good life was until you were in it. This is a good life, with you enjoying this fucking lottery ticket with me" he said pecking your lips and rubbing your back, while you leaned on him. "Is this why you wouldn't come to London with me?" you looked at him and nodded.

"Sorry about that..."

"No, I'm sorry I didn't push more on the subject earlier. This has been going on for long enough now. It's just money, (y/n). Just it. Just a tool for the wonderful life we lead together. You understand?"

"Yeah"

"Look at me" he said turning your chin to look at him. "Do you really? Will you let me pay for stuff now? Tell me whenever you have an expense or even better, will you accept the credit card I made for you?"

"I don't think that's necessary"

"Please baby. Let's try it my way? Will you use it from now on?" he asked again pecking your lips. "Say yes. Say yes, or I'll give you a minimal monthly spending goal as well" he smiled and you looked at him like he was crazy.

"I'm not comfortable with it"

"Just try, please? You can start by buying something tomorrow for the party" the look on his face changed and you knew he was about to tease you. "If you'd prefer, we can say you're buying something for me... you wanna be my sugar baby?" he laughed.

"Too soon to joke about it" you said but laughed anyway. "Okay" you said after a while, "I'll use it. But you have to promise me you'll tell me if you change your mind"

"You're scared I'll go in debt?"

"I know you would"

"Good. Because I would. For you. But I know you don't need me to, so if we run out of money we'll just be poor together. Good thing you have experience, huh?" he laughed.

"Asshole!" you swatted him on the chest.

"You know I'm joking. But you get it now, don't you? We're lucky enough we don't have to worry about it, so let's not worry about it. It shouldn't even take a second of our day, it doesn't matter. Us, being together and our happiness is what matters. Okay?"

"Okay. Thank you, for being so understanding. Sorry for being... you know"

"I love you. And I don't expect you to simply go on a shopping spree, although I do expect you to buy those plane tickets soon. But the thing is, I'm here for it, I'm here to solve every little obstacle that gets in our way, no matter what, no matter how silly you're being"

"You're being so mature about this" you smirked at him.

"Well, what can I say? Being the perfect human I am, I understand that other humans are not, I'm just humbled that I can guide you on your path of enlightenment" he laughed and you rolled your eyes. "In all seriousness now, you know why is that, don't you?"

"Why? Because you're just better than everyone else?"

"Well, yes. But also because I have it really clear in my mind what really matters. And that's you. Us. It's all that matters to me. Being good for you" he said looking into your eyes.

"I love you, so much. I don't deser-" he cut you out by kissing you deeply and pulling you closer to him.

You moved so you were straddling him now, your arms around his neck and your hands on his hair. His hands that were on your waist, keeping you closer, started to slip down your body, so he was holding your bum.

"I want you" he said against your lips. You smiled and started to grind down against him. You were only wearing his shirt, which was bunched up around your waist, and your underwear, which wasn't the sexiest piece you owned but you didn't think Dan would care. In fact, he didn't seem to care at all for your underwear, cause he was already slipping his hand under you, pushing the thin layer to the side, and sliding his fingers through your lips.

You moaned at the sensation, still sensitive from your adventures early in the shower. "I... Dan..." you begin to say, but couldn't form a full sentence.

"What is it, baby girl? You want to say something?" he whispered against your ear, sucking your earlobe lightly. Then he pressed his pointer and middle finger against your clit, circling them firmly against you and making you moan louder for him.

"I'm still sensitive from early" you said against his lips, laughing a bit.

"You want me to stop?" he asked looking at you deeply.

"No!" you answered almost too fast, making him chuckle. "Don't stop, please"

"Hum... since you asked so nicely" he said sucking on your jaw, then your neck. You took that opportunity to slip your hand down his torso, feeling his chest and abs, and then reaching for him through his sweat pants. He was rock hard already. This man is insatiable. You smiled at the sound he made when you grabbed him lightly.

"I just want to feel you inside me" you said pulling his pants down and out of the way. He lifted you both from the bed slightly to help you take them off, then you grabbed and lined him with your center, sitting down slowly, letting only the head in first.

“Babe, please,” it’s Daniel’s turn to beg now “I need you" and then you sink down on him, feeling all of his length while he bottoms out inside you. He sucks on your sweet spot, muffling the groan that comes out of his mouth.

"Oh my god Dan" you moan, dropping your head back and giving him even more access to your neck. You pull his hair a bit more, fingers clamped down so tightly you're scared you might pull his hair out. You stay like this, feeling him deep inside you, for a while. He pulls away to look you in the eyes and kiss your lips, massaging your tongue with his. It's so intimate, so truthful, like he said, the only thing that matters in the world.

"I love you" he says looking you deep in the eyes. You nod before replying because you want to make sure he knows you know. That you believe and trust him.

"I love you, so much" you say back.

Then you roll your hips, testing out the angle, and it's almost too much to handle. It feels like hours and seconds at the same time, but you find a rhythm together, a pace you can keep sitting on him, while he only worries about kissing you and keeping you both from falling from the bed.

You're sure you'll be feeling sore tomorrow. Actually, you already are. Your legs, tired from the running and all the sex you've been having lately, start to give out and you lose your strength. Luckily, Daniel seems to catch that before you have to say anything, so he brings his hands to your hips and starts to help you move up and down on him.

You sit up slightly, moaning at the different angle he hitting now and he groans, feeling you clench around him. "(y/n)" he moans your name, "baby, I'm go-" he moans, feeling you clench again.

"Me too" you reply.

"Where do want me to? Huh? I'm gonna cum for you baby" you kiss him, feeling your pussy spasm around him, making it even harder for him to keep a steady rhythm.

"Inside me. I need you to come inside me, please, please baby" and there's no time to think, to ask if you're sure. You feel his whole body tensing and his thrusts get sloppier. Then, when you feel the hot liquid spur inside you, he grabs a handful of your ass with one hand and slips his other in between the two of you, flicking your clit rapidly and precisely.

That's all it takes for you to lose it completely, your walls fluttering around him as your body trembles at the intensity of the pleasure.

You both ride your orgasms together, you rolling your hips slower and slower, and him holding you tighter and closer until you stop completely. The only sound being your heavy breathings.

After a while, you pull away to find him already staring at you.

"You are the most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes on" he says to you and you feel the warmth of his words.

"I'm yours. Forever" you say simply and kiss him lightly on the lips.

"I feel like I have so much to lose. It honestly scares the living shit out of me"

"I know what you mean. I feel the exact same, I promise. I don't know how I got so lucky to find you" you say.

"And I, you. But we're just being dumb, right? I guess it's good we know that, but also... that we're not going anywhere, right?" he asks and you can sense there's some insecurity behind his line.

"Right. We're only getting stronger" you say and kiss him again. "I love you, Daniel"

"I love you, so much" he says touching your foreheads. "Let me get something to clean you up, then we can cuddle the rest of the night"

"You're the only guy I know that likes cuddling this much" you smile getting up from him. He hisses a bit at the sensation but gets up right after you.

"You don't have to worry about other guys' preferences" he says rolling his eyes. Yep. If your thing is low self-esteem and money-related issues, his is definitely jealousy and overall insecurity.

"I don't, silly" you peck him in the lips. He seems to relax a bit and when he comes back from the bathroom his phone lights up, he goes to check on it after passing you the towel.

"Charles just texted Charlottes contact. I'll forward it to you, okay?"

"Yep" you answered and it was your phone's turn to light up. "Can I confess something?" you asked him, adjusting your clothes.

"Hum?"

"I'm really excited to hang out with her tomorrow. I kind of miss girl company during the GPs and even when I'm here in Monaco and you're busy" he smiled and put a shirt on.

"Look at you, making friends! How cute"

"Shut up" you playfully pushed him, while you guys climbed into bed. You texted her 'hello' and Daniel's address before locking your phone and adjusting in his arms. There's still a lot to figure out and you weren't sure you'd be able to handle the money thing any better. You hoped so, after all, you didn't know how much more Daniel can be understanding. But you could think about all that another time. Right now life was good in the arms of the man you loved and loved you back. You felt safe.

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