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╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ 2017!Logan Howlett x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff and angst :))

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: Violence/Abuse, mention of death, emotional distress, strong language, mental anguish

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: You, Logan and Charles process the shocking revelation from a video that reveals the horrific experiments on mutant children, including Laura, who is Logan's daughter. Logan struggles with guilt and fear, but you comfort him, assuring him that you're by his side. After arriving in Oklahoma City, you check into a hotel, buy new clothes, and try to rest. Logan opens up about his fears, and you share a special moment, promising to stay with him through the challenges ahead.

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WHEN YOU LEFT THE STORE OF THE GAS STATION, you saw Laura sitting on the small pony machine while also noticing that Logan had taken a seat in the back of the car next to Charles while looking at a phone.

You flashed Laura a smile before walking back to the car. “Hi.” You said as you also got into the backseat.

Logan immediately looked up at you and gave you a warm smile as he scooted closer to Charles to give you more space to sit.

You also started smiling while looking at Logan. You tried your best to hide it, but you failed miserably. The two of you did kiss a few minutes ago!

“What are we watching?” You asked as you sat down next to Logan.

“I found this phone in the motel room of Gabriela.” Logan explained as he showed you the phone.

Suddenly your smile disappeared. You were so busy with fighting Pierce’s men and escaping, that you totally forgot about Gabriela.

“Did she…?” You started but stopped once you saw Logan nodding.

“I found her dead in her motel room this morning.” Logan said quietly while you cursed under your breath.

“Poor Laura…” You sighed as you turned to the window to look at the girl.

Logan cleared his throat while turning on Gabriela’s phone. “We found a video on her phone. Wanna watch it?”

You sighed as you gave a small nod. You moved closer to Logan and put your chin on his shoulder so you could look at the screen.

“Okay let’s see.” Said Logan, putting on his glasses before playing the video.

You saw how Gabriela appeared on the small screen, introducing herself before taking about Alkali Transigen Research, the company where she worked for then years in Mexico City. Then she said. “What i’m about to show you is illegal in the U.S. and Canada.”

You watched how the video switched to Children walking through a hallway while being escorted by guards.

“What is this?” You asked as you watched intensely. Gabriela started explaining how her and her colleagues were told that they were part of a pharmaceutical study, which was a big lie.

She explained how the children that were showed in the video, were born at the Transigen facility and that they never left. She told that the children were raised in the bellies of Mexican girls before they got experienced on. They told them that the Children were made from “special seeds in bottles”.

While Gabriela explained everything, the video showed camera footage of the children and how they were treated. It was inhuman.

She explained that the children were being trained as soldiers and killers. Then the video cut to an image of Laura lying on a hospital bed while doctors operated on her. Her claws were out and there was blood all over her.

“These are babies of mutants.” Were the last words of Gabriela before the phone turned off.

All three of you, Charles Logan and you were speechless for a moment. You watched how Logan took off his glasses while looking away.

“North Dakota.” Said Charles quietly. Logan hummed. “You took the woman’s money. You said you would take the child there.” Charles continued.

Logan kept quiet as he looked at Laura who was struggling as the Pony stopped moving.

You could feel Logan’s emotions through your telepathic powers. You could feel his anger, sadness and frustration. You wanted to hug him. Tell him that everything was going to be alright, but even you couldn’t say that after seeing the video.

“What is she?” Asked Logan after a while.

“She’s your daughter, Logan.” Answered Charles. Your breath was caught in your throat as you heard Charles’ words. And you were sure Logan’s breath was too.

You watched how Logan reached for the door of the car, wanting to get out.

“Alkali has your genetic code.” Charles went on as Logan turned back to him. “Not just mine.” He said before opening the door.

“Logan..” Said Charles softly. “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t wanna hear about it anymore.” Sighed Logan as he closed his eyes and got out of the car.

“Logan.” Said Charles again. “Just stop!” Logan said while raising his voice. “I have to pee…” Smiled Charles slightly.

“Oh for fucks sake!” Groaned Logan as he rolled his eyes.

“Logan calm down.” You said as you got out of the car as well. Logan looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, but once his eyes met yours, they immediately softened as he let out a deep breath.

“Okay old man, let’s get you to the bathroom then.” Said Logan calmly.

You watched for a moment how Logan helped Charles out of the car before heading towards Laura while pulling a few coins out of your pocket.

“Here you go.” You smiled as you handed her the new coins. You watched how she put them into the machine, and in no time the pony was back to moving again.

For a moment you just stared at Laura. You felt so bad for her. She must’ve went through some very traumatizing things. That’s why you sensed so much anger every time you were near her.

You stayed with Laura until Logan and Charles came back from the restroom. “Let’s go.” Said Logan as he motioned for you and Lauro to follow him.

Once you were all back in the car, Logan started the engine and drove off. A few hours passed as you drove towards Oklahoma City, the sky already dark as the moon appeared on the horizon.

“Let’s stop here for a few hours. You have to rest Lo.” You said softly while pointing to the side of the road. Logan nodded and turned to the right, slowly stopping next to the highway.

You watched how Logan turned off the car before looking over your shoulder to see that Charles and Laura were already asleep.

“Are you okay?” You asked, breaking the silence. Logan shrugged. “I don’t know.” He sighed while pulling out a phone charger.

“Where did you get that?” You asked. “At the gas station. I need to see the rest of the video.” Said Logan as he put the charger in the charging hole in the car before connecting it to the phone of Gabriela.

“Do you want to get out for a while?” You offered quietly. Logan nodded and got out of the car. You quickly followed after him and watched how he leaned against the car bumper.

“Talk to me Logan.” You whispered as you moved closer to him. Logan spread his legs slightly to let you stand between them.

He watched how you placed your hands on his thighs while looking up at him.

“I don’t know what to say…” Sighed Logan while looking down at you. You nodded, understanding the situation.

“That’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it right now. Just whenever you’re ready, okay?” You smiled softly.

Logan nodded before suddenly wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest.

You immediately hugged back as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you for being here.” He whispered in your ear. “You don’t have to thank me Logan.” You chuckled while playing with his hair.

“No i do.” Said Logan sternly as he slightly pulled away. “I was a complete asshole to you while you were just trying to be there for me the whole time. You didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry.” Logan repeated.

“It’s okay Lo.” You smiled before slowly placing your lips on his. Logan immediately kissed back while one of his hands moved to your hair. He tightened his hold on you while pulling you closer if that was even possible.

“We have to get her to North Dakota, Logan.” You breathed against his lips as you slowly pulled away after a moment.

“I know bub.” Logan said quietly as he cupped your cheek. You closed your eyes at his touch as you leaned closer into him.

“I can’t believe i have a daughter.” Logan spoke after a moment of silence. “I know.” You sighed softly.

“The things they did to her and the other children…it’s horrible.” Logan said slowly. You could feel anger rise in him as he spoke. You kept quiet as you let Logan think about it all for a moment.

“And now they got Caliban too.” Logan sighed while you pulled away from him. You totally forgot about Caliban.

Logan saw your worried expression and immediately grabbed your hand. “We will get him back, i promise.”

You gave Logan a small nod before suddenly yawning. Logan chuckled at the sight before motioning towards the car with his head.

“Go and get some sleep, i’ll be right behind you.” Logan said. You raised one of your eyebrows while looking at Logan. “I promise.” He smiled. “I hope so.” You said quietly while getting back into the car, closing your eyes to get some sleep.

Logan stayed outside for a few minutes longer before getting back in the car as well. You were already deep asleep as Logan carefully reached for Gabriela’s phone.

He turned on the device, put on his glasses and continued with watching the video. He saw some horrible imagines as Gabriela talked about how the children wouldn’t listen. They grew restless but they still didn’t want to fight. That’s why Alkali started working on something new, something they believed to be better than the children. Gabriela explained it all.

The video showed how some of the children were put to sleep or got killed. Gabriela told how she and her colleagues tried their best to help some of the children. She started talking about a place up north. A place for mutants. Eden.

The video ended with Gabriela begging in the camera to take Laura to Eden. to safety.

Logan sighed as he turned off the phone and took off his glasses. He turned towards your sleeping form and carefully reached for your face. Then he turned around so he could look at Laura and Charles.

“Are we going to take her to that so called Eden place?” Your sleepy voice sounded from Logan’s right.

Logan immediately turned back to you and saw how you had one eye open to look at him. Logan’s lips curled up in a small smile while nodding.

“Yeah we are.” He said softly. You started smiling too before closing your eye again. “Good.” You sighed contently.

“Go back to sleep bub, you need your rest too.” Logan said while taking off his jacket, carefully placing it over your body.

Soon you were fast asleep again while Logan kept looking ahead of him, thinking about everything that happened in the past 24 hours.

~

When you woke up a few hours later, you were driving through Oklahoma City. You were enchanted by the many lights of the city. Laura seemed to be as well as she was sitting in front of the backseat window, staring with an open mouth at all the buildings and lights.

“Is this where we’re hiding out?” Asked Charles as he was also looking around.

“We’re not hiding out. We’re gonna get a couple of hours’ sleep, clean up, get some new clothes, get a new ride and get out of here.” Logan said as he looked at Charles through the front mirror before glancing at you.

“Sounds good.” You said softly while smiling at Logan.

Soon you and the others arrived at a big hotel with a casino in it. Logan drove the car in front of the hotel and got out of the car. You and Laura followed after him and watched as Logan helped Charles get out as well.

When Charles was seated in his wheelchair, Logan gave the keys to the valet before pushing Charles towards the entrance of the hotel, you and Laura following.

When you entered the building you couldn’t help but be in awe of what you were seeing. “This is huge.” You said while looking around.

You watched how Laura sped up so she could walk next to Charles as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey are you okay?” You asked Logan as you grabbed his hand gently. Logan looked down at you and gave you a small smile. “I’m okay.” He answered.

“Can you stay here with Laura and Charles while i’m going to get us a room?” Asked Logan as he stilled. “Yes of course.” You said as you watched how Logan headed into the direction of the reception.

“How are you feeling Charles?” You asked as you looked down at your old friend. “Tired.” He answered with a small smile. “I know. Soon you will be able to get a good couple of hours sleep in a comfortable bed.” You smiled. “Thank God.” Charles chuckled.

“What about you Laura? Are you okay?” You asked as you kneeled down in front of her. She gave you a slight nod before turning away and looking around.

Logan returned shortly after with a key. “Let’s go.” He said as he grabbed Charles’ wheelchair and headed for the elevators.

“Laura let’s go.” Logan said as he looked at the girl. You turned around as well and saw how Laura was standing in front of a store while looking at two mannequins dressed in clothes.

Charles also noticed and chuckled. “We do need some new clothes.” He smirked while looking up at Logan.

“Oh fuck…” Groaned Logan before pushing Charles towards the store with the mannequins.

“Come on it will be fun.” You joked as you slightly bumped shoulders with Logan. “Can’t wait.” Said Logan, his voice laced with sarcasm as you all entered the store.

You watched how Laura immediately went to the children’s section to pick out a new outfit while Charles did the same with the men’s section, rolling himself towards it.

“Wanna help me pick something out?” You asked Logan while tugging on his sleeve. “Yes.” Smiled Logan slightly as he followed you towards the women’s section.

Logan followed you around like a puppy. He watched how you picked up various items, asking him what he thought before putting them back and continuing looking around.

He liked seeing you like this. You looked so adorable as you skipped around the store, trying to pick out an outfit.

“What about this?” You asked Logan as you held up a white tanktop, a black zip up hoodie and black jeans. “Don’t want to draw too much attention right?” You added.

Logan chuckled before nodding. “I’m sure it will look great on you.” Your lips curled up into a smile as your cheeks started to warm up. “Thank you.” You said before walking towards the men’s section.

“Your turn now.” You grinned. Logan rolled his eyes while pointing ahead of him. “You pick something.” You frowned. “You sure?” Logan nodded. “Okay let’s see.” You said as you started skipping around the store once more.

After a few moments you returned to Logan with a whole new outfit.

“What do you think?” You asked while holding up a pair of black jeans, a black t shirt, a blue flannel and a light brown orange jacket.

“Looks good.” Logan approved before taking the clothes from you. “Thank you sweetheart.” He smiled.

Soon the four of you were in the elevator with bags full of clothes and some other things. When you arrived at the room, Logan opened the door and let Charles, Laura and you get in first before following after you.

“We have two bedrooms.” Logan announced as he put all of the shopping bags down on the floor.

“Laura and me can take one room so you and Logan can take the other one.” Charles smiled while looking at you. He probably noticed something changed between you and Logan.

“Thank you Charles.” You said as you felt your cheeks getting warm again. Logan awkwardly cleared his throat as he walked over to Charles. “Let’s get you ready for bed then.”

“I’m going to take a shower okay?” You said while looking at Logan. “Yeah sure take your time.” He said gently as he turned his head to look at you.

You watched how Laura climbed onto the bed while turning on the tv. You gave her a smile which she returned before heading into the bathroom.

You turned the shower on and started to undress yourself. Being extra careful with taking off your shirt because of your stitches. When you were fully naked, you stepped into the shower and washed everything off of you from the last day.

You tried to clear your mind, but found it difficult after witnessing everything in the last 24 hours. You felt sorrow for Laura. How scared she must’ve been all those years. You also felt for Logan whose whole world was collapsing step by step. And then there was Caliban. Captured by Pierce. He was probably dead already or being tortured mercilessly.

“Just take a deep breath.” You told yourself as you started washing your hair and body.

After being in the shower for twenty minutes, you turned it off and wrapped yourself in a towel before exiting the bathroom. You immediately went to the room you shared with Logan to find him sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Hey.” He said softly as his eyes met yours. “Hey.” You said back as you walked over to him. You sat down next to him and took his hand in yours.

Logan looked at your intertwined fingers before speaking up. “I’m afraid.” You could barely hear him as his voice broke.

“Logan…” You sighed as you squeezed his hand.

“Please stay with me.” He said as he looked into your eyes. Your heart broke when your eyes met his. You could see that Logan was trying to hold back tears from falling, which pained you.

“Lo…” You breathed as you gently placed your hand on his right cheek.

“Stay with me.” He repeated. “I will. I will stay Logan, i promise.” You said immediately before pulling him into a tight embrace.

Logan immediately buried his face in the crook of your neck as small tears slipped from his eyes.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m right here.” You whispered into his ear as you pulled him closer if that was even possible.

In your embrace, Logan's trembling form melted into your warmth as he softly cried, the tears a cathartic release after the turmoil of the past 24 hours.

The events that had unfolded left him shaken, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead filled him with a deep, gnawing fear. Yet, in your arms, he found a sanctuary, a place where he could finally let go.

The gentle rhythm of your heartbeat reassured him, providing a momentary shield against his anxieties. As he clung to you, his sobs slowly subsiding, Logan knew that despite the chaos, he wasn’t facing it alone, with you, he finally felt a fragile but precious hope.

“I promise i will stay with you.” You said quietly as Logan slowly pulled away from you.

“Here.” You spoke softly as you gently wiped Logan’s tears away from his face.

“Thank you.” Sighed Logan, feeling a little better after being able to let it all out with you by his side.

“You don’t need to thank me, you know that.” You said while placing a kiss on his forehead before getting up.

Logan watched how you went over to the bag with new clothes and pulled out a simple black t shirt you bought as well to sleep in. You also grabbed a pair of panties and carefully put them on without dropping your towel.

You could feel Logan’s gaze on your back the whole time. Slowly you let your towel drop to the ground, revealing your naked back to Logan before putting on your new shirt.

Logan quickly looked away when you turned around. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you going to take a shower?” You asked. Logan nodded and got up from the bed. “I’ll be right back.” He said as he left a kiss on your lips before disappearing into the bathroom.

You walked over to the left side of the bed and climbed onto it. You quickly covered yourself under the sheets while waiting for Logan.

After about fifteen minutes, Logan emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel which hung low on his hips.

You couldn’t help but stare at the man in front of you. Even with all the bruises on his torso, arms and shoulders, he still looked absolutely beautiful.

“Take a picture, it will last longer.” Logan said with a slight smirk as he grabbed a fresh pair of boxers out of the bag.

You rolled your eyes at his comment and watched how it was now your turn to stare at him as he dropped his towel to put on his boxers.

When he was done, he walked over to you and got into bed as well. “Can i hold you?” He asked softly as he turned to look at you.

You chuckled at the switch in his behavior before nodding. “Of course.” You smiled before letting yourself fall into his arms.

Logan immediately wrapped his arms around you while kissing your shoulder.

“Thank you for staying with me.” He whispered before closing his eyes.

“I’ll always stay with you.” You whispered back before closing your eyes as well, letting sleep fall over you as you snuggled closer to Logan.

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Also, i’ve seen a few people commenting things like predicting the ending, so now i have a question for all of you, i’ve already wrote every chapter except the last one, because i wasn’t sure of how to end it😭

We all know how it really ends for Logan but i was thinking of maybe changing that, what would you prefer? A happy ending or a sad ending? IF we go for the sad ending, i will write an epilogue with a sort of happy ending… Let me know in the comments what you prefer!

[terezis]

ok here's the hot goss from the nycc taz gn panel

i don't actually know whether or not it was recorded/ if they're going to put it online so here is my summary. also if i miss anything and u were there pls feel free to chime in. spoilers obviously!!!

got eight new preview pages (four two-page spreads), not the pages on the macmillan website!!!

ok i will tell u about those pages but the main thing discussed at the panel was how they went about adapting this arc into gn form. the actual time spent in wonderland has been trimmed a lot bc they had to think about what was actually important to the narrative as they are building to story and song.

basically in planning out the suffering game they also really had to decide what the rest of the series would look like, bc whatever they include now is seeding the stuff that's going to happen later.

cam is not in this book. it was implied there's less wheel spins. rowan/ash/sterling get much less screen time

almost half of this book is lunar interlude stuff (pre and post suffering game, INCLUDING REUNION TOUR!!! no word on where it ends but they made it clear that a LOT of thought went into what to include and where to end it, and what that would mean for the next book)

ok so about those preview pages

first one was post-taakitz date with kravitz sensing a lich and the umbra staff shooting at him <3 <3 <3

i thought they were going to show us the preview pages that were on macmillan so when i saw kravitz i was so shook

second spread was magnus visiting the voidfish, which now happens right before they leave for wonderland; the whole beginning of tsg from magnus trying to talk to pringles to him kidnapping those guards to the chimera fight was cut LOL bc it never really got… addressed again in the podcast

angus comes to get him for the mission but magnus has been going Through It (outright stated, they were like. he found out he's a red robe. he would probably not be handling it well. he has eyebags now. LOL) and snaps at angus when angus presses him on what's wrong.

more angus content, he will be investigating what's going on at the bureau more (his scene w magnus ties into this)

same for lucretia! more content/ stuff for her to do

third spread was merle w his kids getting saved by the red robe, is at a carnival instead of a random street this time LOL

last one was the boys arriving just outside of wonderland

wonderland looks fuckign cool

what else… oh confirmed like eighty panels of bare ass naked magnus after he gets his body back. so i think we really are getting the full reunion tour this book???

ALSO NAKED BARRY COVERED IN SLIME. WHEN HE GETS OUT OF THE POD. CONFIRMED. CANON. LOL

omg ALSO!!! ben (editor) said he campaigned REALLY HARD to have the umbra staff break during the suffering game, freeing lup early, bc he really wanted more time with her, but griffin campaigned really hard NOT to do this, and in doing so his arguments solved a lot of other problems they had been having at the time LOL

travis is the fans' champion when the others get too edit-happy. he's the one who has a good idea of what moments are important to the readers so he's like hey… too far. don't cut that. and then they don't

justin leaves great notes and when they couldn't figure stuff out ben would often say "no it's fine justin will solve this." and he ALWAYS DID

this was news to justin

??? i think that's all the main points honestly i'm v picky about adaptations but overall i feel like these are good changes that make sense when translating the podcast to gn

that said i do hope taako still gets a washing machine dropped on him <3 do this for me carey <3

[ninihousebears3000]

HR Department! reader X Alucard

A goodnight kiss.

Pulling an all-nighter causes you to hear strange things.

CW: No warnings!

It's quite late.

You had to agree with the voice in your head. Pulling overtime was necessary considering how your workload suddenly increased. Now you're bookkeeper another responsibility on your plate. Computerizing this ancient system that the organization was barely running on was your mission. But efficiency is your reputation and you wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that things were left in limbo.

Rest, work will be here tomorrow but you won't be here much longer if you keep going on like this.

Morbid but true. Maybe some coffee will give you clarity? After all your computer screen began looking less and less clear. You were certain it was working just fine a moment ago. Standing up you grab your favorite mug off your desk heading to your in-office coffee machine. Walter had refused to use k-cups opting to brew a fresh pot for you every day. But he would cut you off after two cups so for your third and fourth cups you used your K-cups from home.

You placed your mug on the machine instinctively reaching for the box of k-cups. Only to be met with empty space. "What the hell?" You had a full box where did it go? Checking in the cabinets, your bag, and drawers, not a single K-cup could be found. Even your coat pocket didn't have an emergency K-cup. "Perhaps there's some upstairs?" Thinking aloud was your tendency nowadays since this was your own private office. Although, a few more employees and an assistant would be very helpful. Being the head of the human resources department doesn't mean much if you're the only employee.

You thought to yourself as you left your office walking through the basement.

"An office near civilization would be nice."

You retorted walking past the many cells in the dungeon. You know Seras' room is near here. "I wonder what she's up to?" You appreciate her company she seems chipper than most considering her situation. At times you can tell she just wants another person to talk to. It does pain you that she pops in at the busiest of times. It's only been a few weeks since the Police Girl ‘joined’. You did try advocating for her to have a change of uniform and to be at least called by her real name. Those were still ongoing battles.

Then there was Alucard. You're still trying to get a one-on-one meeting about his workplace misconduct. It's difficult to arrange anything with him he has no email! An audible groaning sigh escaped you.

Your thoughts kept you entertained as you finally made it to the kitchen. Normally, there would be servants and other staff members but the only remaining people here were the residents and the perimeter guards. Of course, the ones in the surveillance room which felt weird to think about them watching you right now.

Of course, there was no leftover coffee left so you were having to pull off your lazy slacks and brew some yourself.

Coffee at this hour? Your sleep will surely be ruined. The sun rises in only a few hours. How about lemon ginger tea?

You took your mug and started rinsing out the old coffee stains. Possibly something else for a change?

When you were filling up your mug with cold water to get the last of the stains out. You jolted the mug towards your face splashing your face with cold water. The sensation still shocked you but woke you up for certain.

"My voice is deep but why is my thought voice that deep?" Was delirium setting in? Or was someone truly talking to you? You can see why Sir Penwood said this place can be maddening. Instead of coffee or tea, you opted for ice-cold orange juice and a leftover banana nut muffin. The sugar should help until you find a stopping point. Plus the leftover wetness on your shirt can help keep you awake. Seems like you would be spending the night Walter gave you a ride since your car was practically living in the shop at this point.

Almost three in the morning the voice in your head was right about it being very late. By the time you returned, you finished the muffin and chugged the juice as soon as you sat down. Just one more paragraph to type and you can call it a night.

You've had worse nights from your undergrad years!

Cracking your knuckles your nimble fingers went back to work.

Sugar can't stop sleep deprivation.

There it was again! You can ignore it! Fight on you're the head of the human resources department!

What's the harm?

Just close your eyes for a few minutes.

You never noticed how soothing the baritone voice was until now. An eye break couldn't hurt, right?

That's right little human. Just close those pretty eyes.

The computer screen was looking warped in ways you've never seen a screen do before. Your lids were heavier and you were leaning on your arms at this point.

"But I am not finished yet." Trying to fight this heavy exhaustion was increasingly difficult. Before you knew it your head was using your arms as a pillow and the desk was a bed.

Everything will be fine little human.

"I am six feet." Your eyes closed for the final time. The heat from the cardigan now placed on your shoulders reminded you of the blanket on your soft bed.

Shh, sleep little human.

Wait, your cardigan was on the back of your chair!

Now be a good little human and stay asleep.

Hot breath grazed your exposed neck along with a hissing noise. You reached for the pistol underneath your desk and fired a shot at the source of this strange body heat. To your surprise you found Hellsing's trump card sitting on the ground in the corner of your office. Thankfully, Walter gave you a pistol strangely you asked for a silencer.

"ALUCARD! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY WORKPLACE MISCONDUCT VIOLATIONS YOU STACKED UP!" Panting and filled with rage you kept your gun aimed at him.

"You know those blessed bullets do hurt." He was bleeding out of his left shoulder. Despite that, his face held an awful grin.

"YOU WERE TRYING TO DRINK MY BLOOD! AND YOU HAVE BEEN IN MY HEAD!" You never thought your first meeting with Alucard was going to be him nearly drinking your blood.

"Shh, you're louder than Police Girl." His nonchalant attitude was getting on your nerves. "Consider it a goodnight kiss little human." Alucard stood to his full height seeing how he still regarded you as little.

"We need to address some misconduct violations." Was this going to be your only chance to talk to him?

"I don't think your department applies to me." He began to walk past you. "Now if you'll excuse me the sun will be rising soon." But your reflexes were being kind to you. Opening your drawer you pulled out a thick binder and flipped to the middle of it pointing at a document.

"You and Seras Victoria fall into this category of employee." He leaned down to read it. His crimson eyes bounced up to yours and then to the book again. "Did you just call me a police dog?" A hint of irritation was in his tone.

"Therefore you must follow the same guidelines as every employee here." You were the head of the human resources department you weren't going to let this misconduct run rampant anymore!

"Please have a seat Alucard." Alucard narrowed his eyes at you and then smirked. "Alright then HR." He smirked while sitting down crossing his legs in the seat in front of your desk. While you grabbed your chair that was pushed across the room after his initial introduction.

You weren’t expecting him to give in judging from what Seras and Walter had told you. But you can’t rest knowing you had the chance.

"Now shall we begin with boundaries."

[brodygold]

A Chance Encounter

Nick had never been very athletic. He was much more comfortable with his nose buried in a book or behind a computer screen, where he could escape into the world of coding and gaming. His skinny frame, pale skin, and thick glasses screamed “nerd” from a mile away, and he was fine with that. At 24, he had accepted that sports just weren’t his thing. But life, as it often does, had other plans.

One warm evening, Nick was on his way home from the bookstore, his backpack full of new reads, when he realized he had taken a wrong turn. Instead of heading toward his usual shortcut through the park, he ended up on the edge of a large soccer field, where a group of adults in golden jerseys was practicing. The field was alive with activity—players running drills, passing the ball with precision, and shouting instructions to one another. The energy was palpable, and Nick found himself rooted to the spot, watching in awe.

The team was impressive, to say the least. They moved with a fluidity and power that Nick could hardly fathom. Every pass, every kick, seemed perfectly timed, like a well-oiled machine. Among them, two players stood out—Griffin and Brody. Griffin was tall and broad-shouldered, with a confident stride that commanded attention. Brody, slightly shorter but equally muscular, moved with a grace that was almost mesmerizing. Even from a distance, Nick could sense the connection between them—the way they exchanged smiles, the subtle touches, the unspoken communication. It was clear they were more than just teammates.

Nick was so engrossed in watching that he didn’t notice when one of the players spotted him. It was Griffin who jogged over first, his smile friendly but curious. “Hey there, didn’t expect to see a spectator tonight,” he said, his voice warm.

Nick blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I just… I got lost and ended up here.”

Griffin waved off his apology. “No worries. We’re always happy to have an audience. I’m Griffin.” He glanced over his shoulder at Brody, who had jogged over to join them. “This is Brody, by the way.”

Brody gave Nick a nod and a grin. “You play soccer?”

Nick shook his head quickly, feeling even more out of place. “No, not at all. I’m more into books and computers.”

Griffin exchanged a look with Brody, and Nick could see the unspoken communication between them. “Well, you’re here now,” Griffin said, his smile widening. “Why not give it a shot? You might surprise yourself.”

Nick chuckled nervously, holding up his hands. “I don’t think I’m really cut out for it. I’ve never been good at sports.”

Brody tilted his head, studying Nick for a moment. “You know, everyone starts somewhere. Besides, we could use a new face around here. What do you say?”

Nick hesitated, the logical part of his brain telling him to politely decline and make a quick exit. But there was something about Griffin and Brody—something about the way they spoke to him, not with the condescension he was used to, but with genuine interest—that made him pause. Against his better judgment, he found himself nodding. “Okay, I guess I could try.”

Griffin’s grin widened. “Awesome. We’ve got some spare gear. Let’s get you suited up.”

Before Nick knew it, he was being led to the sidelines, where a pile of golden jerseys and shorts awaited. He felt a little self-conscious as he took off his glasses and changed into the gear, the jersey hanging loosely on his scrawny frame. But when he pulled the jersey over his head, something strange happened.

The moment the fabric touched his skin, Nick felt a surge of warmth, followed by a tingling sensation that spread through his entire body. He looked down, eyes widening as he watched his skinny arms begin to fill out with muscle, his chest broadening, his legs growing stronger and more defined. His posture straightened, and he could feel his coordination improving, as if his body were suddenly capable of things it had never been able to do before. His vision also improved, removing his need for glasses.

When he looked up, Griffin and Brody were watching him with knowing smiles, as if they had seen this transformation before. “Feeling good?” Griffin asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

Nick flexed his new muscles, disbelief still flooding his mind. “What just happened?”

Brody chuckled. “Welcome to the Golden Army, man. The jersey does more than just look good—it brings out the athlete in you.”

Nick could hardly believe it, but the evidence was right there, staring back at him in the form of his own reflection in a nearby window. He was no longer the scrawny nerd he had been just minutes ago. He looked like a full-fledged soccer jock, with the strength, power, and confidence to match.

“Well, since you’re officially one of us now, you’ll need a new name,” Griffin said, clapping him on the back with a force that would have sent the old Nick sprawling but now only made him grin. “Welcome to the team, Chase.”

Nick—no, *Chase*—felt a rush of pride at the name. It was a name that fit this new version of himself, a name that carried with it the strength and power of the Golden Army. He looked at Griffin and Brody, feeling a sense of belonging he had never experienced before.

As the practice resumed, Chase found himself right in the thick of it, running drills, passing the ball with precision, and moving with the kind of confidence he had only ever seen in others. He was no longer an outsider, no longer the awkward nerd who didn’t belong. He was Chase, a soccer jock, a member of the Golden Army.

And as the sun set on the field, Chase knew that his life had changed in ways he could never have imagined. He had stumbled onto the field by accident, but he was leaving it as part of something greater, something that had transformed him from the inside out. And with Griffin, Brody, and the rest of the team by his side, he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be.

[https-hunter]

I am lucky enough that Cinemark approached my college’s animation department with the offer to attend an advanced screening of the first 35 minutes of Inside Out 2.

I loved it.

The original Inside Out came out when I was eleven and I’ve adored it since, so this was a really cool opportunity as a longtime fan and current animator.

So here’s a description of what goes on in the first half hour & some of my thoughts.

Massive spoilers for Inside Out 2 below the cut!!

The movie starts out with Riley’s hockey game. Each one of the five main emotions takes a turn at the wheel during the game. Joy get Riley excited, Anger gives her the aggression she needs on the ice, Fear reminds her to put her mouth guard in, Disgust makes it realize that it’s not hers, and Sadness takes over when Riley is given a penalty.

During her time in the penalty box, the emotions reflect on what Riley has been up to lately. She turned 13, got braces, started growing, and has two best friends she plays hockey with, Grace and Bree. We see the personality islands and it’s noted that Friendship Island is majorly overshadowing Family Island. We’re also introduced to Riley’s sense of self, which is made up of affirmations she has for herself after different memories are added to it (i.e.: “I’m a good friend” “I’m a good person, etc.). It is comprised of different strings that say the affirmation when they are strung. Joy also reveals a machine she has that sends memories to the back of the head, which I guess is like repressed memories.

When she gets out of the penalty box, Riley, Grace, and Bree score a winning goal and are approached by the local high school’s hockey coach. She invites the three of them to hockey camp that weekend, to which they all immediately accept.

The night before camp, the emotions are all in bed. I need to add that Joy & Sadness share a bunk, Anger is by himself as he punches the air, and Disgust & Fear bunk together. Sadness & Joy hear an odd sound and they find the puberty button going off, no matter what they do to stop it. A construction crew comes in & basically makes a mess of headquarters.

The next day, Riley wakes up and she isn’t ready for hockey camp. When her mom asks why she isn’t packed, Anger responds, but Riley overreacts even though he barely touched the console. Sadness and Disgust try it, but Riley’s just having mood swings now and they find the console to be way more sensitive than it used to be. They decide to leave it alone unless they absolutely have to use it.

Cut to the car ride to hockey camp. Riley is telling Grace & Bree how excited she is to play hockey together in high school. Disgust instantly flags a look Bree gave her and Bree’s own Disgust flags Riley’s look back. Grace blurts out that she and Bree are going to different high schools and Riley tries to hold it together until she’s out of the car. The emotions literally have to hold Sadness back 😭

This is where the new emotions show up. We meet Anxiety (I tried to stay normal over hearing Maya Hawke), Envy (she’s voiced by Ayo Edebiri !!), Embarrassment, and Ennui (Joy nicknames him “wee-wee”). We also later meet Nostalgia, a sweet old lady emotion, but Anxiety tells her she’s ten years too early. Anxiety explains her role in things and there’s a joke about how Fear thinks he’s going to get along really well with her. The new emotions all take the wheel, especially when Riley is trying to introduce herself to Val, a cool hockey player at the high school she’ll be attending. Anxiety, out of fear for Riley’s social future, has Riley follow Val and she meets some other hockey players. They all think she’s from Michigan and not Minnesota, but she just rolls with it.

When the girls are all ready for practice in the locker room, Riley & her friends act really immature while the coach is trying to talk. Joy tries to make things better, but Riley laughs at a joke one of her friends made at the wrong time. Coach makes everyone skate lines (I think?) as punishment.

Riley overhears some of the high school players talking about her and how immature she is. When Val is alone, Anxiety makes a plan and Riley approaches her and apologizes for getting everyone punished. Val tells her that it’s okay and that the coach being hard on her means that she’s under her radar, and that it’s a good thing.

Val tells her that they might be on the same team when they split into groups. This causes a divide between Joy and Anxiety. Joy thinks that Riley should stay with her current friends, while Anxiety thinks she should stick with Val. Riley does end up choosing Val’s team and we get a confused look from Grace and Bree.

In Riley’s head, Anxiety carries out phase two of her plan. She tells the older emotions that they’re not needed anymore and literally bottles them up. They’re sent to the Vault, which is a, well, vault that holds Riley’s deepest secrets.

In here we meet Bloofy, a Dora the Explorer/Mickey Mouse Clubhouse-style cartoon character whose secret is that Riley still enjoys the show. We also meet Lance, a video game character Riley has a crush on, whose only defense move is rolling into a ball and moving forward. There’s also Riley’s deepest secret, but he doesn’t really talk. I just have to nerd out over the different animation styles here. Lance, while being 3D, is so pixelated and made to look like an anime-style video game character. Bloofy is fully 2D animated. You had all these animation students in the audience LOVING this scene.

Riley’s deepest secret breaks the jar the emotions are bottled up in. Bloofy uses what is clearly supposed to be the Mystery Mousekatool from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and they’re given three tool options: a tomato, something else I don’t remember, and dynamite. They use the dynamite and blow the door open. I need you guys to know that Lance cannot leave at first because he keeps walking into the wall. And then he just Riley’s secret decides to stay. The cops/guards in Riley’s mind catch them at first, but for reasons that I can’t really remember, they all end up incapacitated (handcuffs on their feet, slipped on coffee, etc.).

The emotions begin their journey to get back to headquarters and take Riley back from Anxiety’s plan.

I think the new emotions will be really good for Riley. I was not expecting Anxiety to become an antagonist, though! I love the new ways they’ve explained different parts of the mind, like the sense of self and repressed memories. The visuals are, of course, gorgeous and the story captures the sheer horror that is being 13.

I really love it so far. I’m beyond thrilled that I had this opportunity, and now I have an Inside Out 2 tote bag. I can’t wait to see the rest of it in June.

[ohmyamor]

Richkid!Jongho

a:/n definitely not inspired by the long expensive coats the stylists put Jongho in...

today is not your day 

first, you woke up incredibly late due to your alarm failing to go off 

then, there was no breakfast in your house, your parents’ note on the fridge saying that they were planning a grocery run this weekend 

it’s tuesday 

meaning you had to leave for school on an empty stomach

which would’ve been fine had you not skipped dinner last night for the sake of finishing your project 

which, might you add, was a group project that none of your group mates participated in

fucking rich kids

long story short, you ended up arriving at school on an empty stomach, leading you to be very, very hangry 

at least until your break, where you grabbed something from the vending machines 

then, when it came time to present the group project, none of your group mates provided anything of substance to the presentation 

they literally just stood there like morons while you presented everything 

you stayed after class to talk to the teacher about possibly getting more credit for doing, you know, all the work

only for him to cut you off, saying that if you had problems, it should’ve either been brought up at the beginning of the assignment 

or you could’ve talked to them yourself 

 but you know the only reason the teacher won’t lower the students grades is because of the hefty donation their parents make to the school every year 

the perks of attending a school full of rich kids

except your family isn’t rich

they’re not poor either, your parents income settling nicely somewhere in the middle 

which you should be grateful for 

because it means that, for the most part, the rich students leave you alone

yeah you’re attending the school on a scholarship, but besides a few snide remarks here and there, you get left alone for the most part

but going back to your horrible day

the icing on the cake has to be right now, at this current moment 

school was let out around 3, but you stayed after for a little bit to help tutor an underclassman who was struggling in a literature class you had already taken 

it was pretty easy to tutor the kid, he seemed like he was really trying to do better, which always made your life much easier 

but still, you can’t deny the relief you felt once the tutoring hour came to an end and you were allowed to leave

opening your car door, you haphazardly tossed your backpack into the passenger seat and buckled yourself in

you place the key in the ignition, turning it and waiting for the rumble of the engine to start up

except it never came 

staring at your steering wheel, you attempt once, twice, three more times to turn the key, praying to whatever gods that were laughing at you to please just let your car start so you could get home

it seems no one answered your prayers 

letting out a loud swear, you throw open your car door and step out before slamming the door behind you. 

you pull out your phone to try and call your parents, but before you can even pull up your contacts, your phone’s screen turns black

it died 

you think incredulously 

letting out a small laugh of disbelief you toss your phone onto the hood of your car

rubbing your face over your hands, you begin to think of a plan 

I think I still have some cash, I might be able to catch the bus home 

I just have to ask the security guards to not tow my car, or else I’ll have to go and pay to get it back with money I certainly don’t have right now-

“Hey” 

you startle, looking to your side

where a sleek, black car has now pulled up next to you

the passenger side window is rolled down, and through it, you see a familiar face

Choi Jongho 

son of the people who literally own the school

You close your eyes

my day cannot get any fucking worse you think

not that you hate Jongho or anything

he’s actually quite nice

a little out of touch with reality sometimes, but pleasant enough

in the beginning of the semester, the two of you were paired up for a short project 

while you initially dreaded it, as every other kid you had ever been paired up with sat back and let you do all the work

you were pleasantly surprised when Jongho insisted on splitting the work evenly with you

he even went as far dropping off assignments you missed when you had unexpectedly fallen sick 

of course, once the project was finished, the two of you went your separate ways 

save for the small nod of acknowledgement the two of you shared when you passed each other in the halls

you guys didn’t talk to each other 

that doesn’t mean you didn’t notice how good he always looked though

with his long coats and perfectly done hair 

and on occasion, the thick round glasses that nicely framed his face-

“(Y/n)?”

Blinking harshly, you’re shaken out of your thoughts when Jongho calls your name 

He quirks an eyebrow

“Are you okay?”

You let out a sigh and shake your head

“My car decided today would be the best day to take a shit on me”

Jongho makes a small o shape with his mouth before reaching over to pop open the passenger door 

“C’mon, I’ll take you home” 

Your eyes widen and you begin shaking your head 

“Nononono, it’s fine. I have money to take the bus anyways, I’ll just come back later for my car. Plus, I don’t want you to waste your gas driving me around-”

your rambling is cut short when Jongho lets out a small chuckle 

“You really think I care about gas?”

You shut your mouth before shrugging 

“I don’t know what you rich kids worry about in the first place,” you tease

Jongho rolls his eyes

“Just get in the car (Y/N), you shouldn’t take the bus right now anyways.”

Thinking it over for a split second, you nod your head and reach back inside your car to grab your backpack, phone and keys

quickly locking your car, you sling your backpack over your shoulder and walk over to Jongho’s car 

sliding in, you can’t help but notice how nice the interior is

there’s not a speck of dust in the whole thing and it smells so good

I wonder if it’s his cologne you muse

“Same address?” Jongho asks, looking at you expectantly 

god, it feels so weird to have his full gaze pinned on you 

even after working with him, you don’t think you’ll ever get over the giddy feeling in your stomach you experience when Jongho rests his full attention on you

“Yup,” you swallow, nodding your head

Jongho is quick to put his car in drive and the two of you take off in a comfortable silence 

“So,” Jongho starts, “what happened with your car?” 

you groan, your head falling back against the headrest 

“Honestly, I have no idea. It’s rarely given me any problems before this, but today, it just decided to stop turning on altogether.” 

Jongho hums

“I have a close friend who’s really good with cars,” he says. 

“I can ask him to take a look at yours, if you want.”

You frown slightly 

If he knows Jongho then it might cost me an arm and a leg just for him to even look at my car

“It’s okay-” you start, trying to figure out how to nicely turn him down

As if reading your mind, Jongho cuts you off 

“You don’t have to worry about money, if that’s what you’re thinking about,” he glances at you from the corner of his eye

“I’ll just say it’s for a friend and he won’t charge me.” 

a friend?

“Plus, he owes me anyway from the last time I helped him out with his girlfriend,” Jongho rolls his eyes, but you can still hear the fondness seeping into his tone

You turn to face him

“Are you sure?” you ask hesitantly 

you don’t like feeling like you owe people things 

not that Jongho is one of those people

but still

his car probably costs more than your house

and you’d rather not have to experience paying him back, whatever way it may be

Jongho shrugs

“Of course. I’d rather help you with car and not worry about you getting around safely than letting you take it elsewhere.” 

You feel your face warm and you have no idea what to say

meanwhile, Jongho is internally freaking the fuck out over letting his thoughts slip 

yeah, okay, maybe he thinks you’re a little cute, and he really admires your work ethic, and how you treat him like a normal human being rather than just another rich kid 

and maybe he thinks your nervous habit of chewing on your lip is a little bit cute and the way you confidently raise your hand to speak up in class is, like, really hot 

but still

he’s supposed to be cool and collected 

not whatever the fuck just happened

there’s an awkward silence while the two of you sit with those words

thankfully, Jongho turns onto your street before the silence can stretch on 

“I’m surprised you still remember where I live,” you admit

Jongho tries to ignore the way his neck feels hot 

“What can I say, I have a great memory” 

slowly, the car pulls up to a smooth stop in front of your driveway

grabbing your backpack, you reach for the door handle 

“Thank you again Jongho, I really appreciate it,”

now it’s his turn to feel flustered at your honest gaze 

“anytime” is all he manages to get out 

nodding slightly, you open the car door and step out, making sure to gently shut the door behind you 

before you’re able to take a few steps forward, a voice stops you in your tracks

“What time should I be here tomorrow?” 

You make a confused noise

“Huh?”

“Well, since you still don’t have a car and I won’t be able to have my friend look at it for another week, I’ll pick you up and drop you off.”

you shake your head 

“No it’s fine! Seriously, this was more than enough, and you’re already doing so much for me-”

Jongho cuts you off again

“But I want to,” he says simply

well shit 

what are you supposed to say to that? 

biting your lip nervously, you eventually nod your head 

“Okay fine, but I’m going to do something to return the favor,” you threaten 

a beautiful gummy smile breaks out on Jongho’s face 

“I can’t wait”

                                               ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

i love jongho so much

[wolveria]

The Anomaly Archives - Reality #002

AU of The Raven's Hymn

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Sex pollen, sexual medical procedures, dubious consent, noncon, mutual noncon

AO3

You typed the results into your tablet, your gaze carefully trained on the report. This was the second sample taken, and if the pattern continued, the third would be deposited soon.

Soft, breathy noises came from your right, almost too quiet to be heard over the low thrum of the machinery. You tried to block it out, but the sound prodded at your attention, like a pebble in a shoe. Small, harmless, insignificant, and the only thing you could think about.

The breaths came a little faster now. The third sample would be extracted soon. You heard it in the way the breathing picked up, grew shallower and harsher. You didn’t need to look to know what would happen.

The breathing lost its even pacing. You focused on the tablet, the screen too reflective at this angle, washing out its surface from the overhead fluorescent lights. You’d considered dimming them, though you weren’t sure why. It had been an errant thought.

The sample would be deposited soon. And then two more samples, and you would be finished—

“Please.”

The word was uttered as if through a metallic funnel. You pretended not to hear, though the voice wasn’t muddled. It was perfectly clear, even if it was weak, and there was no mistaking you’d heard it.

You focused on the tablet. There was nothing else that required your attention.

“Please—”

The entreaty was cut short with a strangled breath, following by a quiet noise that sounded pained, but wasn’t. Or, perhaps it was by this point.

You set down the tablet and checked the machine readout. The third sample had been procured, and you removed the vial from the receptacle and transported it to the industrial cooler on the other side of the room. Several warning signs covered its surface, along with a Post-It note reminding technicians that this was a cooler for samples, not lunch. It was incredible that people still needed a reminder not to bring food into the labs.

Sample secured, you returned to the machine, which had gone into standby mode after the latest deposit. The next round would begin when you input the command.

You reached for the screen.

“Doctor,” the voice spoke. It--…he… sounded tired. “What is… the purpose of this experiment?”

He’d asked you this question already. You hadn’t answered before, and you wouldn’t answer now.

“May… I have a moment to recuperate?”

You paused, finger inches from the command prompt. And then you made the mistake of looking to your right.

SCP-049 was restrained to a reinforced gurney via thick cloth straps around his ankles and wrists, with larger straps buckled across his legs, torso, and neck. An elongated breathing mask was placed over his “beak,” a mixture of oxygen-infused lavender being fed into the line. It was enough to keep him compliant, but there was an additional component that would keep him from true sedation.

You didn’t know what it was, if it was made in a lab or produced by another SCP. All you knew was it kept 049 in a perpetual state of arousal, a necessity for the Site Director’s classified project.

There was a suction device attached to his penis, or what you understood to be his penis. It was an external phallus from an internal sheath, ruddy and engorged and almost wet looking. Definitely raw, from what you could tell, but who wouldn’t be after three orgasms in quick succession.

You didn’t know how the Site Director knew the SCP had sexual organs, but your task wasn’t to know the why. All you had to do was collect your five samples from the machine, and then call in the guards to take 049 back to his containment cell.

Still, you hesitated. His focus was somewhat hazy due to the aphrodisiac and relaxant, but he still managed to hold your gaze.

“Two minutes,” you finally said.

It was all you could afford. Every moment of the experiment was automatically logged, and any deviation would need to be accounted for. Unlike some of your coworkers who needed a sticky note to remind them not to cross-contaminate their meals, you actually wanted to do your job with some degree of competency.

You just… hadn’t realized your job would involve what amounted to sexual torture.

Something in his expression loosened.

“Thank you.”

You looked away.

It was easy to busy yourself with the tablet and not look at the SCP. You were already writing up your note to explain the discrepancy in the logbook.

Subject given a resting period of two minutes for optimal performance and retention.

It was nice to know you could pull on your experience working an office job to fluently speak corporate bullshit. You watched the time as it ticked down, and when there was fifteen seconds to go, you got up from your lab stool and approached the machine.

“Ready?”

He blinked at you; the question seemed to startle him. It startled you too. He didn’t respond.

Of course he wouldn’t, it was a stupid question.

Your jaw tensed and you glanced at the tablet. Ten seconds.

“There are two samples left to go.”

You hadn’t told him anything about the experiment. Hadn’t told him anything at all after the security staff had strapped him down.

His eyes searched your face, and he gave a slight nod. It felt almost appreciative.

You felt almost sick.

After pressing the command prompt, you turned away, back to your stool with a blank stare at your tablet. It wasn’t privacy, but it was the closest he would get. At least there were no cameras here. Security protocols required most experiments to be visually recorded, but apparently that didn’t extend to the Site Director’s projects.

The machine was quiet as it worked, but you wished it was louder, could drown out the soft, strained breaths as they were pulled from the SCP. He’d managed to remain motionless thus far, so you gave a small jump when he tugged at his restraints.

They held, but now that your attention was drawn back to him, you couldn’t look away. His grey eyes were hooded, focus scattered as he automatically pushed against the straps. Fists curled at his sides, his chest rose with each panted breath, and the machine attempted to pull a new sample from him. It was mechanical, automated, uncaring as the SCP tried to fight against the relentless but rhythmic suction.

A tremble moved through him, and a faint whimper was caught at the back of his throat. He was overstimulated, but there was nothing you could do. This was a special project, and no ethics committee would protect you if you stopped the experiment due to “concern over the dehumanization of anomalies.”

So, you chewed the inside of your cheek and focused on anything that wasn’t the writhing, shuddering SCP. Ignored the sharp breaths and the creak of the gurney shifting and the strangled, involuntary moan when the fourth sample was taken.

The fifth was worse. 049 had extraordinary control over his body and an abnormal high tolerance to pain, which you knew from logged experiments and the field report from his recapture at Site-19’s infamous breach. A barrage of high-velocity, small-caliber bullets barely stopped him.

But his stoicism and composure was gone as the machine attempted to pry a fifth and final orgasm. He strained against his bonds and the frame of the gurney creaked ominously, until you heard the hiss of the oxygen machine and saw the lavender wisps filter into the mask over his face.

His eyelids fluttered and his fighting ceased, though his muscles continued to twitch, and he gave a tired, defeated moan as the machine continued its work.

It was clinical and efficient. All you had to do was push a button and make observation notes. Even the machines tracked his vitals and adjusted the doses accordingly.

It felt like you were only here as a bystander, forced to witness something you couldn’t look away from, even when he met your eye, a silent plea in his gaze.

049 looked away first, a wretched growl ripped out of him as his phallus twitched and semen spilled from the cockhead, automatically pulled up the tubing and deposited into the vial.

You shut off the machine and set the breather to oxygen-lavender mixture only. Technically, you were supposed to deliver the sample to the cooler first, but you could justify it as wasteful to continue to run the arousal component after the experiment was over.

After you secured the sample, you returned to the gurney and removed the suction funnel. The phallus hadn’t returned to its sheath due to the airtight seal around the suction device, but even with the equipment removed, it remained engorged and full.

The aphrodisiac was still in his system, or the overstimulation kept the blood pooled in his genitals. Either way, you couldn’t call in the security team to return 049 to his cell. He was already in distress from the experiment, he didn’t need the additional stress of being drugged and exposed like this.

You waited another minute, the most you could spare without needing to log more discrepancies. The problem was… his phallus hadn’t returned to its internal sheath.

“SCP-049.”

The anomaly dragged open his eyelids, and his focus wavered until it settled on you. His gaze was tired, but not so tired that you missed the wariness. He didn’t respond.

“You’re still…”

You trailed off, an uncomfortable heat rising up your neck. Jesus Christ. You’d just watched him have five involuntary orgasms, why was this the thing that made you blush.

He watched you but didn’t speak. You licked your dry lips.

“Your phallus hasn’t returned to its internal sheath.”

Apparently, he had nothing to say to that either.

“Why?” you pressed.

His answer was heavy with exhaustion.

“I do not know.”

You clenched your teeth and looked back at the tablet. Fuck this. If the Site Director wanted things done fast and sloppy, he could come down here and get the anomalous spunk himself.

You thoroughly washed your hands in the sink, dried them, and then slipped on a pair of nitrile gloves. 049 eyed you upon your return, especially the blue material that covered your hands.

“I’m going to attempt to ease it back inside.” You paused. “Can I do that?”

049’s gaze was uncomfortably heavy.

“Are you asking for my comfort or yours?”

You were the one without a response this time, something lodged in your throat. His gaze softened.

“I can do this myself, if you remove my restraints.”

If he’d been human, you would have taken it for the obvious ploy it was, but something in his voice made you genuinely believe he wouldn’t try to kill you, or even attempt to escape.

That didn’t mean you would do something as insane as release his hands.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that,” you said with equal politeness. “Security protocols.”

“Ah, yes.” His eyelids drooped halfway. The lavender was finally overtaking the stimulant. “The patient’s safety is always paramount.”

You dug your nails into your palm so your expression wouldn’t change. He wasn’t a patient. His safety was secondary.

“Of course,” you said quietly. “You’re right.”

You moved closer when his lids drifted all the way shut and examined the situation. Some of the swelling had gone down, though there was enough stiffness that it would make this difficult.

Whatever this was. You had zero experience with manipulating the genitals of an SCP, and you would have liked to have gone a lifetime without knowing what it was like to hold 049’s aroused length in your hand. But you did, lifting it carefully as you attempting to slide it back in.

The phallus seemed to want to retreat, but there was resistance. With a nervous glance at 049’s face, you carefully dipped your fingers into the edges that clung to the base of his shaft. It wasn’t difficult to slip your fingers inside, but you almost jerked back when he shifted his hips and gave a quiet moan.

That same uncomfortable heat rose up your face, but 049’s eyes didn’t open, and he was relaxed enough that meant he was either sedated or asleep. You applied more pressure to opening the “slit,” as it appeared to be, and attempted to ease the phallus inside.

Maybe it was your ministrations, or the aphrodisiac had finally faded—whatever the reason, 049’s length returned to its internal sheath, and you breathed when it completely vanished. You watched, a little bit fascinated, as the edges covered the slit, giving the appearance that it was nothing more than a seam in a pair of rough, dark trousers.

You watched him for a moment, his breathing calm and even, deep enough that he was no longer conscious. You adjusted the oxygen machine to stop feeding him the infusion of lavender, but still, he didn’t wake. He didn’t need much sleep, and he rarely did it under observation. This was an opportunity to further study his patterns of behavior.

That’s what you would write in the logbook. What you actually did was tidy up the lab and catch up on your other paperwork, leaving the SCP to sleep undisturbed.

The ambient noise of the lab faded until all you heard was his deep, steady breathing.

They upped his dosage.

You confirmed it with the chemical readouts, but even without them, 049’s reaction to the machine as soon as it started its suction was… severe. The gurney would have broken if it wasn’t reinforced.

Worse, the suction machine was now fully automated as the head technician told you cheerily while the security personnel strapped 049 to the gurney the next day. No longer would you have to start each “session,” the machine would do that for you, as well as determine when to stop and how long to give him a resting period, which turned out to be no time at all.

You didn’t bother to ask why the changes were made, you just wanted to get it over with. You waited until the room was empty to buckle the breathing mask around 049’s head, followed by the suction device to his pelvis when he was fully erect. Every little brush of contact had made him twitch and shiver, a grim sign of how sensitive he already was.

049 gave another violent pull of his restraints, and when lavender poured into 049’s oxygen mask, he made a noise you hadn’t heard before: a strangled moan that was equal parts misery and need. He struggled harder, and his back would have arched off the gurney if the straps didn’t hold him in place.

At the first orgasm, he cried out, the noise wounded and raw, and it was apparent why they’d increased the dosage of aphrodisiac. The amount of semen he produced was almost twice the volume of the previous day’s samples.

The Site Director might have found a way to double production, but 049 was already panting like a racehorse run into the ground. His heartrate was faster than was safe for a human, and the lavender didn’t seem to be doing much to calm him.

You gripped the tablet tightly, your fingers digging into the edges as you watched him twitch and tremble. It wasn’t safe to put him through this four more times, but the machines kept going. They were supposed to stop if his vitals reached unsafe levels.

The machine was ramping up again, you could see it in the way he stiffened, tried to fight it, even as his moans grew harsher and more desperate.

Something caught your attention. Difficult to see around the bony eyeholes, but the light reflected it as he struggled against his restraints. Tear tracks ran down the corners of his eyes, disappearing into the recesses of his mask.

You yanked the power cord from the wall. The suction machine went silent, its dark screen showing nothing but your own reflection.

049 gasped for air, his gaze confused and unsteady, a question flickering in his expression. You ignored him as you shut off both the unknown chemical and lavender from his oxygen feed. It flashed an error warning, your command conflicting with the timetable of the experiment.

Frustrated and unable to reach the power cord on the bulky machine pressed to the wall, you unbuckled the oxygen mask from 049’s head and pulled it free. You covered your face with the edge of your lab coat, but fortunately, the machine sensed the airflow escaping the mask and shut off automatically.

At least one automatic system had worked in your favor. You didn’t want to find out what that chemical would do to a human.

The SCP stared up at you, his gaze becoming more lucid by the second. It was also intense, heated in a way that was unusual for the typically calm anomaly. When you removed the suction funnel, a violent tremble traveled up his body, and his phallus was more engorged and irritated than it had been yesterday, even after five orgasms.

“Shit,” you hissed to yourself. That about summed up the whole situation. What would you put on the report? That the machine was traumatic to the anomaly? Maybe. From what you knew, Director Leahy wasn’t sympathetic or lenient, but you doubted he would want the subject of his project to die from heart failure—

“You stopped the procedure.”

You looked up, almost startled to hear the raspy voice. Not that you’d forgotten he was there, but you had more pressing matters to address, like how to avoid ending up on a shit detail after this, where the chance of dying went up exponentially.

“Why?” he asked when you remained silent.

You picked at a thread on the edge of your coat.

“I… made a judgement call. For the integrity of the experiment and the subject-… patient’s safety.”

It sounded decent enough, and you could make it sound even better in the report—

“You did not want to do this.”

You tightened your jaw and met his eye as you said, “I don’t care one way or another.”

“Indeed?” His tone was light, perhaps even amused if he wasn’t strapped down to a gurney. “I do not believe that is true.”

What was the point of this conversation? 049 knew how things worked here, that you couldn’t fight it or change it. It just… was.

You were tired, the sleepless night was catching up to you, and it reflected in your flat words.

“What I want is irrelevant.”

“Not to me.” His gaze was heavy and matched his words in weight. “What you want has already changed the outcome of this test, no?”

You broke eye contact first and attempted to get your expression under control. You didn’t think it worked.

“Regardless of me shutting off the machines, the Site Director will expect four more samples. If I don’t deliver, someone else will.”

“And you will be punished?”

His tone was almost soft, and you winced.

“I doubt I will even remember this conversation.” And that’s if you were lucky.

“Hmm.”

His expression was thoughtful, and thankfully his gaze elsewhere. You stayed purposefully away from glancing lower, because each time you did, it told the same story. He was in a heightened state of arousal, and without relief or friction, you imagined it was its own kind of torture, and you had no idea how his voice remained so even.

“You may take your remaining samples,” he finally said.

“…What?”

His eyes narrowed the smallest amount, and you detected some irritation in his tone. Maybe he wasn’t so unflappable.

��If it is as you say, and this experiment will continue regardless of who completes it, then I would rather it be you.”

You didn’t know what to say to that.

“But… I can’t adjust the machine or control what it does.”

“Then do not use it.”

When you stared at him, he added, “Use manual stimulation.”

“Manual… stimulation.”

“Yes.” The word was practically hissed, and he shifted on the gurney, the straps creaking against the movement. “And I suggest you do delay. Whatever they have dosed me with seems to worsen without intervention.”

Intervention. Right.

“If that discomforts you,” he said, watching your face, “then you may free my arm so I may stimulate myself.”

You closed your eyes and breathed in, not imagining what that would look like. Then you opened your eyes.

“I can’t,” you said quietly. “You know that.”

He had nothing to say to that.

With nothing left to discuss, you washed your hands in the sink and applied a new pair of gloves. If you were going to do this, you were going to be a goddamn professional.

You approached from his left side, bringing with you a tray and things you would need. A bottle of medical lubricant, sample cups and vials, and a few disposable pipettes. You hadn’t exactly done this before, but it seemed self-explanatory.

You took the lubricant and spread it over one hand, needing to keep the other dry to hold the cup. He winced when you dribbled the lube over the length of his phallus and mumbled a sorry when you realized you should have warmed the liquid.

Attempting to be gentle, you took his length and stroked, as if you were doing nothing more than performing a chore.

He sucked in a breath but remained quiet aside from that. He shifted under your hand only once, but you could feel the tension in the way he held himself, as if fighting against the urge to move, and his gloved hands were balled into fists at his sides.

You stared at a fixed point across the room, working from feel alone. Even through the glove he was surprisingly warm, and the shape of him wasn’t far off from human aside from the tapered cockhead. You didn’t know what purpose any of it served, as far as the Foundation knew he was the only one of his kind and there wasn’t a reason to have reproductive organs.

It was also something you didn’t need to worry about right now, so you focused stroking up and down his length, listening to figure out if he was close. It was hard to tell, he was purposefully trying to control his breathing.

“It would be easier if you relaxed and didn’t fight it,” you said without looking at him.

“And you… would find this a simple task… were you in my position?”

Unwanted guilt twisted your stomach, and you kept any further suggestions to yourself.

And then his breathing changed, harsher and strained, and you grabbed the cup. Trying very hard not to think about this as a strange, horrific milking-the-cow situation, you kept your focus tunnel visioned on what you were doing—which, unfortunately, required you to look at what you were doing.

The ruddy-colored member looked like it was about to burst, and you positioned the cup before the cockhead, but after half a minute when nothing happened, you realized you’d have to help him along. Performing the most clinical hand job anyone’s ever seen wasn’t going to make him come, at least not anytime soon.

You swallowed your discomfort and changed your tactic. You kept your fast pace, but added a twist to your wrist, squeezing on the upward stroke.

The effect was instantaneous: 049 gave a strangled groan and fought against his restraints, and after one particularly hard pull, he came with a shuddered breath.

You barely got the cup in position before he spilled over your hand, and you managed to keep the mess from getting on his robes as you caught it in the receptacle. You stroked him through it, slower as he twitched and panted.

When nothing else came out, you put the cup on the tray and pulled off your gloves, tossing them into the biohazard bin. You quickly pipetted the semen into the vials. It would be exposed to the air, but thankfully this wasn’t the kind of experiment where that seemed to matter.

The kind of experiment where semen samples were needed in copious amounts wasn’t something you wanted to think about.

You took the vial and transported it to the cooler, the pattern routine by now. After washing your hands again, you pulled out a new pair of gloves and returned to the gurney. With a quick glance at 049, you ascertained that he should be ready to go again. He was no longer panting, but there wasn’t much you could do about his irritated, weeping phallus and the overstimulation it would bring.

“Before… we continue,” 049 said, “I have a request.”

You paused and blinked at him.

“A request?”

His eyes flickered to your gloves, half-pulled on.

“The material… is quite abrasive.”

“…You want me ungloved?”

“Skin-to-skin contact is preferable.”

You hesitated. Aside from sanitary issues, there wasn’t any reason not to. 049 could only kill through a touch of his hands, at least, that’s as far as anyone at the Foundation knew.

Well. If you were killed from direct contact with an SCP’s cock, at least you’d be too dead to care about the gossip afterward.

“It may also expedite the process,” 049 added, and it was true. Entirely logical. The soft warmth of skin would probably bring him to orgasm quicker than harsh, inorganic material. It didn’t make you feel any better about removing that last barrier between you.

Without a word, you stripped off the glove from one hand and tossed it in the bin. You applied lube to your palm, and this time you rubbed it between your fingers to warm it before spreading it along his phallus.

049 immediately stiffened under the touch, and then just as quickly… relaxed. He still gave a shudder once in a while as you stroked, but at least he wasn’t braced this time. The glove must have been unpleasant if his reaction was this different.

“Thank you,” he said, the relief clear in the words. You stared at a tile next to your foot.

Despite the additional stimulation of skin contact and you trying to be less mechanical with your technique, it still took just as long to bring him to orgasm. And when he finally came, it was more intense, 049 yanking against his restraints hard enough that you almost leapt back.

But you stayed planted on the spot, focusing on your job because your life depended on it. You collected the next sample, wishing you could block out the pained gasps that left his chest after the last drops of semen were coaxed out by a few encouraging pulls.

You repeated the process: wipe down your fingers, pipette the sample into the vial, transport to the cooler, wash your hands. This was fine. You could do this two more times.

You weren’t sure 049 could. His breathing was unstable when you returned, and you didn’t need the heart monitor to know it raced too quickly.

You licked your lips nervously and asked, “What are you feeling? You’re agitated.”

049 seemed surprised at the question, but you’d watched him long enough to know he was a methodical, observant creature. If anyone could explain what was going on with his biology, he could.

“It appears my state of arousal is increasing with each orgasm.”

You frowned.

“That didn’t happen yesterday.”

“No. It is reasonable to assume that the increase in dosage may be a factor. Or…” 049’s voice dropped into a dull, resigned tone. “Perhaps it was meant to work in tandem with the machine.”

“I’m not turning it on.”

He peered at you with renewed interest.

“You do not approve of this experiment.”

“Does it matter?” you snapped, unwilling to have this discussion again. 049 gave you a look that wasn’t so different than a professor who had been given a disappointing answer to a relatively simple question.

“You’ve brought me to completion twice by your own hand. I believe we can be honest with each other at this point. Don’t you?”

Did 049 just make a joke?

“Let me know when you’re ready,” you said, ignoring his question. When he failed to respond, you met his gaze and held it, your frown determined. You weren’t turning on the machine, no matter what 049 tried to read into your behavior.

His head angled at a curious tilt, and you didn’t like the way he seemed to see right through you.

“You may proceed.”

All measure of his composure was shattered when you gripped him and tugged. The noises he made were caught between guttural growls and muffled moans, each one sounding as if they were ripped from him at great cost.

Maybe a more seasoned researcher would have been able to block out the sounds, but you doubted it. They were half-tortured, half-pornographic, and you swallowed hard as you continued to stare straight forward. There was a wall clock where you could keep track of the time, which was a boon considering checking your wristwatch was out of the question. You didn’t want to look, and you didn’t have to, not to know if he was close. You were becoming proficient in that, at least.

You frowned faintly, watching the clock. Almost five minutes had passed, which was almost twice as long as his previous orgasm had taken. Something was wrong, and if it wasn’t the time indicating it, then it was how consistently he shuddered.

You released him, and he went boneless on the gurney’s surface, but he continued to tremble like an animal left out in a storm.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, blunter than you meant to be. 049 couldn’t seem to focus, his eyes half-lidded and his gaze hazy, but he managed to respond.

“Not…”

Another full body tremble racked him.

“…enough.”

You were afraid of that. There was a trend, one you had noticed from the machine and from your own… personal ministrations. Each orgasm required more stimulation than the last.

You grit your teeth.

“It’s going to have to be.”

His only response was a quiet exhale that could have been acknowledgement or defeat. Your posture went rigid. Why wasn’t he angrier about this? About the Foundation and this experiment? At you?

If he would just show you a little bit of aggression and hostility, maybe this would be easier. It’s what you would have done in his position, no matter how pointless it was. Rage was better than this… goddamn polite compliance. Like he would simply accept whatever happened to him without a fight—

Nostrils flaring, you gripped his length, your movements not gentle, and his reaction was immediate; he bucked upwards, moving what little he could, seeking relief even if it was from an unkind source.

You weren’t trying to be cruel, but you were frustrated, and tired, and so damn angry, and each harsh stroke of your hand was, in the end, an attempt to give him a release.

But no matter how hard you squeezed, each pull on his cock eliciting a shuddered and strained noise, he still couldn’t finish. It wasn’t enough, just as he’d said, and you almost considered turning back on the machine.

Instead, you realized what was missing, what the machine had provided. It wasn’t that the machine was consistent or particularly intense.

You glanced at 049’s expression and immediately wished you hadn’t. His eyes were squeezed shut, and even though his expression should have been nearly impossible to read, misery radiated from every twitch, every desperate, constrained thrust of his hips.

Before you could rethink what you were about to do, you gripped the base of his cock, held his length upward, and bent forward, swallowing him down.

You had a second to register the briny taste of him before he thrust upward into your mouth, the startled noise punched out of him like a physical blow. It was… overwhelming, the taste and sounds and movements of him, and your previous attempts to compartmentalize shook apart like a badly constructed shelter in a storm.

You shut your eyes and focused. It was pointless to try and move your head, his thrusts did the work for you, small enough that you weren’t at risk of choking, but you didn’t have control either. He was too strong, too agitated to slow down, so you held on as best you could and tried to cover your teeth. At this point, you weren’t sure he would even care if he felt them.

When you were somewhat used to the rhythm and your gag reflex settled, you applied the suction that was missing, and at the same time pressed the flat of your tongue to the underside of his cock.

You had to brace yourself as he nearly dislodged you, his movements wild and desperate, but it was working. His length pulsed on your tongue, the only warning as the first wave of come spilled down your throat.

It caught you by surprise and you nearly choked, but when you pulled off of him you had the cup ready, having reached behind you blindly for it on the tray. You stroked him through it, mindful that the sample size would be less than the prior one. But you tried to catch as much as you could and hoped the discrepancy would be due to natural variation. You certainly weren’t going to tell them a portion of 049’s semen had ended up in your stomach.

After setting down the cup, you wiped your hands dry and repeated the process, carefully avoiding looking at 049 as you finished transporting the sample and washing your hands.

That was your mistake, and you didn’t see the torn buckle in time.

049 snapped the restraint holding his left wrist in two.

You tried to backpedal out of reach, but he was fast, and a hand closed around your throat and yanked you forward. You caught yourself on his chest, your mind slow to process the fingers around your neck and how you should already be dead. It was difficult to focus on what should be when your primate brain screamed at you to flee from the predator about to deliver the killing bite.

But 049 didn’t squeeze, didn’t snap your neck, though his gaze was a predatory hunger that was unlike him. This wasn’t the polite, intelligent anomaly you were accustomed to observing.

He adjusted his grip to the nape of your neck, and you froze like a rabbit in a fox’s jaws, barely breathing as he ripped off the rest of the restraints. Those pale eyes never looked away, and as focused as they were, they were strangely absent. Wherever the anomaly’s consciousness was, it wasn’t here, buried deep beneath a ravenous appetite you had carelessly stoked.

You tried to speak, to plead with him to stop, but your voice was trapped in your throat. You remained speechless until he pulled you to the nearest surface, a countertop with just enough space to show you against. He bent you over the edge, chest against the cold surface, and that’s when you gave a strangled noise of fear.

The SCP ignored you and ripped off your lab coat, hurling it aside before reaching around and ripping the buttons off your pants.

Your brain caught up to the situation in a flash of panic, and you kicked backwards. He didn’t acknowledge the blow, as if your feeble attempts to fight weren’t noticeable.

049 tugged down your slacks, and when you tried to shove him off, he readjusted his grip on the back of your neck and forced you flat against the counter, unable to move from the bent, vulnerable position.

“Don’t—” you strangled out, but he couldn’t hear you or he wasn’t listening.

He didn’t speak, his movements focused and uncaring as he tore off your underwear and hiked up your dress shirt. You closed your eyes and hid your face in your arms, hoping it would be quick.

No matter how you tried to shut out the world, 049’s fingers dragging along your cunt brought out a shudder, and you could hear the slick coating his fingers. Your face heated in shame; you’d tried to remain clinical and distant during the procedures, but your body had reacted against your will.

Even now, you didn’t want him to think you’d enjoyed his suffering. Just as you hoped, deep down, he wouldn’t enjoy yours.

049 gave a low growl that was almost a purr, and you tensed as something hot and rigid prodded your entrance. You tried to relax and brace all at once, but you still weren’t prepared as he breached you, pushing just inside.

You shuddered and tried to curl inward, but the hand on your neck kept you in place, and you tried to remember how to breathe as the intrusion moved deeper. It was too much, he was too large, and you needed time to adjust, but he was impatient.

049 pushed the rest of the way, seating himself inside you with a low, pleased grunt. You trembled all over and flinched when he placed a hand on your hip, but it wasn’t cruel.

It was impersonal, just another restraint to hold you in place.

He slowly drew out, an inch at a time, before pushing back in. He was testing, or that’s how it started. After a few exploratory thrusts, 049 seemed to lose whatever had been holding him back, and the next were harder, faster. His hand on your hip was bruising, but you hardly noticed, biting into your cheek so you wouldn’t make any noises.

They escaped anyway, traitorous little gasps and moans, the previous discomfort gone as warmth blossomed deep in your gut. You no longer braced yourself in fear of what was to come, but so he could thrust harder and you could take it without moving.

It was wrong. All of it was wrong, it had been from the start, but that didn’t change how quickly you surrendered. Shame or pleasure wet your face, and it didn’t really matter which one it was.

049 was ruthless, unprecise and wild, like an animal deep in rut. You bit into your hand to try and hold back the scream, and you managed to muffle it so no one would hear and investigate. You shuddered and froze, giving a helpless whimper as you throbbed around him, pleasure wracking your body in uncontrollable bursts.

The SCP thrust harder, but slower, losing his rhythm as something large pushed against your entrance. You didn’t know what it was until he shoved it inside, stretching you wide and drawing out what was left of your orgasm.

“N-no,” you moaned, realizing what it was too late. There had been zero indication that 049 had a knot, or a hook, or any kind of reproductive “grabber,” but there was something that stuck you together, trapping 049’s cock as it spilled inside you.

The hands slowly left your hip and neck, but he was unable to move away. 049 stayed frozen, and the only noise he made was the harsh scrape of his fast breathing.

You didn’t move either, face buried in your arms as your legs shook, threatening to buckle at the knees. Maybe 049 sensed that, because he moved closer, letting you rest more securely on the countertop.

When he finally spoke, his tone was unsteady.

“I… do not know why I have done this.”

He shifted a little, and then immediately froze at your fragile whimper. You swore you could feel every breath he took, let alone when he tried to move, and the connection throbbed between you.

“Don’t… move,” you gasped.

He didn’t attempt it again, but he did curl over you slightly, as if to try and examine you.

“How grievously did I wound you?”

You shook your head. Despite how forceful he was, he’d managed to avoid hurting you as far as you could tell.

“This was not… I did not intend to…” He released an unsteady breath. “I am sorry.”

Maybe it was the regret, or the shame, or the guilt. Maybe it was all of it, layered over those three words, his voice small and brittle.

You reached blindly behind you until you found his arm, and you took his hand and pulled him forward until he was partially leaning on top of you. You turned your face to watch as you pushed his hand against the counter, weaving your fingers through his. You hadn’t been imagining it. His touch couldn’t kill you.

You didn’t know why, or if it had anything to do with this experiment, but it changed things. You just didn’t know how much yet.

“We can’t tell them,” you said quietly. “About any of it.”

If the Foundation knew you’d had sex with an SCP, willingly or not? If they knew that same SCP no longer affected you the way he did everyone else? 049 wouldn’t be the only one in a containment cell.

049 didn’t speak for a few seconds, and then said, “I shall… follow your lead.”

Your eyes burned. Maybe he didn’t have a choice any more than you did, but it was still something to know he, perhaps, didn’t hate you after what you’d done.

“How long until the knot deflates?” you asked tiredly.

Another round of silence.

“I do not know. This… is a new experience to me.”

“Knotting?”

“Copulation.”

Jesus, and you’d thought it couldn’t get any worse. But as always with the Foundation, it could.

“The Site Director is still expecting five samples,” you said, the words dull and flat.

“That may present a problem. I believe the drug has run its course, and I am uncertain if I can be aroused again so quickly.”

“I’m not taking the sample from you.”

The knot was getting looser, which meant you didn’t have much time.

“The tray.” You indicated with your chin to where it stood next to him. “Hand me the cup.”

He gave you a quizzical look before he grabbed the empty cup and handed it to you.

“You are going to collect the sample from yourself,” he realized.

“Yes.”

“But… it will be tainted.”

You let out a humorless noise.

“This whole goddamn experiment is tainted. Sample integrity won’t change that.”

The weight on your back increased as 049 pulled closer, and you froze, reminded against of a large predator hovering over your neck.

“If that is how you feel, then perhaps you would be open to a proposal.”

With how close he was you couldn’t see his face, and his “beak” accidentally brushed the side of your head. You shuddered, a reminder that you were still oversensitive from where you were connected.

“What kind of proposal?”

“One where neither of us have to do this again.”

Sounded too good to be true. And dangerous.

Perhaps he sensed your reluctance, because the curve of his mask caressed the side of your neck, this time intentionally. You shuddered.

“I am asking you to trust me.” His words were gentle and held a sadness to them. “I fear if we do nothing, I will harm you again. I have no wish to do so.”

Before you could respond, he slipped out of you, and you would have fallen if he hadn’t grabbed you around the waist. You grasped the cup and stuck it between your legs, catching what you could. It would be far less than the other samples, but hopefully it was enough to count.

After setting the cup aside, 049 gradually loosened his grip and let you go when it was clear you could stand on your own. You grabbed the paper towel roll and cleaned yourself up as best you could, unable to make eye contact until you pulled up your slacks and tried to salvage what you could of the buttons.

When you eventually looked up, 049 was watching you from a polite distance away, expression guarded but expectant as he waited for your answer.

“What do you propose?”

He examined your face for a long moment.

“We leave.”

You wanted to scoff, make a sarcastic comment about how easy it was to just walk out of the facility and away from the Foundation.

And then you remembered Site-19. The closure of the facility and SCP transfers that had so much secrecy around them that it had become water cooler legend more than one of the most devastating breaches in Foundation history.

But it had been real, and SCP-049 had been right in the middle of it.

You swallowed your fear and inhaled.

“Tell me everything.”

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Rescue AfterMath

Request: Chapter 2 of Rescue Mission Word Count: 3k Notes: SFW, fluff, Albert Wesker x Reader

The roar of the helicopter was deafening in the metal machine. Even with the headset that covered your ears and static radio crackling through the speakers couldn’t drown out the hideous noise. You were leaning against Wesker’s arm. Not finding the strength to sit up straight after what you went through. Even if you didn’t see many zombies or were in that much danger, it was the potential behind the outbreak. Knowing what could have gone down. After seeing it all unfold on tv in other cities, only for it to happen just outside your home. You felt exhausted. Like the fear you had felt during your time on the ground had drained you. 

Wesker was a statue beside you. Keeping his hand gently on your knee. Offering what little comfort he could give by resting his gloved hand there. As if to keep you beside him. 

In his other hand, he held his phone and you watched as the screen flicked between emails and messages. Reports of survivors and the number of outbreaks that his teams had eradicated. You tried not to read it. But the words; Retreat. Too many casualties. Quarantine breached. Mutated B.O.W’s sighted. 

It was all keeping you on edge. You didn’t want to imagine the type of carnage that was happening on the ground, just outside your home. 

Then you felt the helicopter begin to descend. The sudden motion made you grip Wesker’s arm, and he soothed you with a gentle rub of his thumb against your knee. You looked up at him as he turned his head away from his phone. 

“It’s alright. We’re here.” He said. And the helicopter landed with a jolt and the engines were cut off, allowing the thunderous whirling to cease into quiet. 

“Where are we?” You asked. Leaning away from Wesker as he stood from his seat and pulled on the door. It slid open smoothly, and Wesker stepped out onto a concrete platform. He turned and offered you his hand. And you took it as you climbed out of the helicopter. Taking a moment to look around as Wesker slammed the door shut on the machine. It looked like a campus. Possibly an Umbrella campus of some sort. A cluster of large buildings that were surrounded by a high concrete fence. You glimpsed guards posted in watch towers and a heavy, chain link gate, set at the front of the facility. 

“We’re somewhere safe.” Wesker said. His hand slid down to the small of your back, and he gently guided you off the landing platform and into the adjacent building. To you, it looked like a large office building. Through the doors, you were led past an empty receptionist desk. However, the room had armed officers by each of the doors. Their faces were covered behind tinted riot helmets and the matching gear bore the Umbrella symbol. Wesker walked past each of them without acknowledging their presence. And at each door, Wesker had to flash an ID card across a small lit up pad. And then, as you were led into a main structure, the ID scanner glowed green, but a small device poked out from the wall, directed towards Wesker. 

Without taking his hand from your back, Wesker removed his sunglasses and lined his right eye with the lens of the scanner. A moment later, the scanner retracted back into the wall, and the heavy set doors opened up into an elevator. You stepped inside and Wesker pressed a button at the top of the selection. Indicating that you were being taken to the highest point in the building. The amount of security in this building eased some part of your rattled self. The amount of armed forces and heavy set windows would hold back even a city sized horde of infected. 

“You will be staying in my suite until the outbreak is under control.” Wesker informed you as he slid his sunglasses back over his eyes. “This is the safest place for you. I promise.” 

You nodded. Watching the numbers at the top of the door reach its final destination and the elevator slid open. Revealing a luxurious living room with wide windows and a large couch facing a massive tv. The suite was possibly bigger than your entire house. And the tiles were so spotless you were almost afraid to step on them. 

“Are you staying?” You asked Wesker, in a voice that was much softer than you intended. You didn’t want to be left alone right now. But you also knew that Wesker would be needed to deal with the outbreak. He was their best operative. 

You stepped out of the elevator but Wesker stayed behind. His dark glasses reflected your face as he looked at you. You didn’t realize that you were half hugging yourself, like you were cold. But then he shook his head. Holding open the doors as they tried to shut between the two of you. 

“I need to go find out what happened.” Wesker said. And you felt your chest fall at his words. A moment stretched between you, and then Wesker stepped forward and allowed the doors to close behind him. “But I think they can manage without me for a little white.” 

The relief you felt almost made you feel guilty. People were possibly in great danger and here was their best chance at containing the outbreak. Taking off his coat to hang it over the back of a chair and gesture towards the bathroom. 

“You’ll want a bath after being in the contaminated area. Even if you’re clean of infection, the smell hangs around just as stubbornly.” 

He wasn’t wrong. The entire walk into the building you had been smelling the foul stench of the zombie you got close too. Though, you didn’t touch it nor did any of its blood splatter on you; the smell of the infection clung to your senses like a…well..like a bad smell.

A bath would do you good. Or a really hot shower. It might even relax you and sooth the unease that still had its claws in you. You needed to scrub it off. Get some fresh clothes and cleanse your nose with something better than rotten flesh and sickness. Wesker opened the door for you and you were blinded by white tiles and the strong scent of disinfectant.

The bathroom was just as luxurious as the rest of the apartment. It had a large, pool-like bath and a shower that hung from the ceiling in a wide square head. Crisp white towels lined the walls and the sinks were stocked with various soaps and body-safe chemicals. That was one thing you’d give credit to Umbrella for, everything would be spotless and would provide only the best ways to clean yourself. Not a single germ would survive the cleaning service of this place. 

“Is this where you usually go in between meetings?” You asked, knowing full well Wesker does nothing but work. If it wasn’t secret missions, it was meetings. If it wasn’t meetings, it was a mission sending him into other countries that he was unable to talk to you about. You never actually asked if he had a home to go to. Or if he just brooded behind a desk until given a directive. 

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Wesker’s lips. But he shook his head. 

“No. This is a temporary facility to help deal with the outbreak. It was the closest I could take you without Umbrella getting suspicious.” He flicked on the tap and adjusted it until steam rolled out of the white basin. You touched the water, feeling it was a little too cold and flicked the hot tap on more. 

You then grabbed the strongest disinfectant you thought your skin could handle and handed it to him. He gave you a look over the edge of his glasses, but said nothing as he added it to the water. You wanted to be clean. But not burnt to the last layer of flesh, clean. You would use the nice smelling soap once the chemicals removed the stench off your body. “Umbrella doesn’t know you pulled me out of the outbreak?” You asked, with an air of surprise to your tone. 

“They know.” He corrected you. “But they don’t want any witnesses or possible Infected leaving a certain radius. The only reason I was able to bring you here is because they can keep a better eye on you.” That harshness returned to his voice. Like he didn’t agree with his orders. But you were grateful nonetheless with this place. Even if you were still within range of the virus, it was better than the homes you would be huddled up in. Or the quarantine camps you’ve seen on tv. 

“I’m honestly surprised they approved my rescue.” You said, sitting on the side of the tub as you watched the water rise. 

“They know the consequences if they had rejected the rescue.” Wesker said. His glasses started to fog and you smiled in amusement as he briefly wiped them with the edge of his shirt. 

“It's ok, you can keep them off.” You assured him. But he merely cocked a small smile and slid them back into place. You didn’t push the subject. Instead busied yourself with touching the water and turning off the taps once the water was at the right height. 

“Do you want me to leave while you get undressed?” There it was. That cocky smirk of his that matched the smooth smug voice. You felt your body flush with heat but you felt your expression neutral, with only a hint of a small smile. 

You didn’t know what the two of you were. You have never gone on a date or even as much as held his hand. But Wesker came straight into the middle of a zombie outbreak to rescue you. You spoke almost every night and it was rare to never go more than a few days without a message from him. But you didn’t think you were ready to share such an intimate moment of displaying your naked body to him right after you witnessed brains being splattered all over your bedroom. But you knew you couldn’t handle being alone right now. “Turn around and I’ll wear a towel or something in the bath,” If there was a hint of disappointment, you didn’t catch it. But he turned his back to you and you undressed quickly, wrapping a towel around your torso before slipping into the hot water. You almost felt dizzy with the smell of chemicals and steam coming out of the bath. And the sensation of wet fabric against your skin felt a little itchy, but it was washed away as you sunk deep into the bath until only your head remained above water. 

“Alright, I’m decent again.” You said, and Wesker chuckled. Turning back around to sit beside you on the bath edge.

“You know, you undressed right in front of the mirrors.” He smirked down at you. And you stared up at him in a mixture of embarrassment and a flustered gasp. 

“You did not.” 

“It's hard not too.” He looked over your submerged body and his smirk deepened. “You and I both know this was going to happen eventually.” 

“What? That you were going to play hero and have me half naked in a bath?” You said. “I thought it would go kinda differently. But…by all means, you can join me.” Wesker laughed and shook his head. Even with the sunglasses, you could see the discomfort on his face. “Do you not like baths?” 

“No. Hot water is uncomfortable for Uroborus.” He explained. And it shocked you how casually he spoke about the infection. “It can survive in hot water, it just starts to hurt if I’m in there for too long.” He moved his gloved hand to hover above the surface of the water. Like he was testing to see just how much discomfort he could manage before pulling his arm away. “As much as I would love to join you, I’ll sit this one out.” You nodded. Unsure how to take this new information. Wesker rarely spoke about Uroborus. Keeping it to himself for professional and safety reasons. ‘The less you know, the better’ was always his reasoning for never sharing information. And you understood. It was his creation after all. 

“Could you hand me the soap then?” You asked, and then mimicked his smirk with your own. “Make yourself useful.” 

The chuckle came from deep in his chest, but he retrieved the bar of soap for you. But didn’t hand it to you. Instead, he bit the fabric of his gloved finger and pulled the glove from his hand. Discarding it to the side and doing the same with the other, all without taking his eyes off you. You couldn’t hold his gaze for long. The seering look behind those glasses was causing all sorts of warmth through your body. 

He offered you his bare hand and you hesitantly laid your wet hand in his. And gently, Wesker started to massage your arm and shoulders with the bar of soap. Occasionally submerging the bar into the water to lather you better with the scent. You leaned forward a little. Allowing him better access to your back and neck. You shivered as his fingers caressed along your shoulder blades and down your spine. Tenderly rubbing the pads of his fingers into the base of your neck and along your collarbone. You could feel the restraint behind each movement. The strength that delicately moved his fingers along your body to leave you feeling relaxed and smelling sweet. You let your eyes fall close and you felt the soap leave his fingers. His palms molded against the curves of your shoulders. Fingers teasingly brushing against your neck and you suppressed a pleasant humm that came to your lips. Tilting your head back a little as he massaged down your arms and worked the palm of your hand with his fingers. It was surprisingly comforting to feel your fingers in his. 

And then, you felt a softness against your lips. And you finally allowed that pleased hum to fall from your chest as Wesker kissed you. At first, it felt fleeting, like he was testing your reaction to the touch. But when you didn’t pull away, he pushed his lips harder against yours. And your fingers gripped his shirt as his tongue dipped between your lips. Begging for entrance and Wesker moaned roughly as you let him in. His fingers held the back of your neck, keeping you close until you pulled away, gasping for a breath. 

His smile was almost predatory. A hungry gleam sparking behind those tinted sunglasses. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” His thumb slid along your cheek to rest against your shoulder. Kneading the tense muscle as he smirked down at you. “But we’ve never had a chance like this.” 

Your heart was beating so hard against your chest you were sure he could feel it against his hand. You smiled up at him, letting your hand slide over the fingers that touched your shoulder. He intertwined them together. Lifting them up to kiss the back of your palm. 

“We’ve never actually spent a lot of alone time together.” You said. On the days you and he had met up, there were always other operatives, soldiers, in the vicinity. Even when Wesker came by your house for a visit, Umbrella was always watching. “We should do this more often.”

Another soft chuckle and Wesker pushed a strand of semi-wet hair away from your neck. 

“I can have that arranged. Pull a few strings. Threaten some people.” The smirk was light hearted but you could see the truth behind it. You ignored him. “Wash yourself off. The soap will begin to dry.” 

You almost didn’t care about the irritable sensation of the soap on your skin. 

You were adoring this moment with him. Finally allowing that little piece of adoration shine through and get giddy as his touch lingered on you. But he drew away when you sat up and splashed the water over your skin. Ridding the small bubbles and leaving your skin smelling strongly of a flowered fragrance. 

You stood from the water, and the towel around you dropped heavily with water. You chuckled, giving Albert a look as you clung to the towel around you. He was sliding his gloves back on when he noticed your stare. He smirked, giving you an obvious head-to-toe glance. 

“I’ve already seen.” He said. But you held your stance firm until he sighed and turned his back. This time you made sure his glasses were facing away from the mirror, before dropping the wet towel and sliding on a bathrobe that hung from one of the hooks. He turned when you touched his arm and Albert stepped forward to slide his hands along your hips. That eager, hungry, smile stretching over his lips again. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked. And you couldn’t meet his stare again. Those words dripped with enough warm honey that it sent your mind racing. But you nodded. Licking your lips as one hand slid from your hips to take your hand in his. “I’ll order something for you. But… I’m going to have to leave you for a few hours.” 

Your eyes widened. A mixture of shock and disappointment rolled through you as he drew you closer. His warm breath tickled your skin as he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“We’ll continue this later. I am sorry I can’t discuss this…in length, right now.” There was a heavy irritation to his voice. But as the quiet stretched between you, you distinctly heard the phone in his pocket ring violently. Obviously put on silent for this occasion. You sighed. For a moment you forgot about what was happening outside. All you wanted was Albert. In this moment, he was all your mind focused on. And the relaxed sensation his hands left you in, was eradicated the moment the memories flooded back. 

But you nodded. Taking a step back but didn’t let your hand part with his. 

“I understand. Talk about this later, then?” You asked. And Albert nodded, tugging you back to him and wrapping his free arm around your waist. The kiss was almost desperate. A plea in his own way to stay with you right now. And the arm that held you crushed you against his chest almost painfully. But you endured. Letting that giddy side of you flourish in his arms until he pulled away. He swallowed heavily and gave one last smile before storming out of the bathroom.  Like if he didn’t leave now. He’d never be able to tear himself away.

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So I wrote a quick little short fic about THIS cute comic by @uhuraborealis. I wrote it just now in like 10 minutes so it's not edited, but you can read it under the cut!

Vulcans Tell No Lies

Spock knows that when Jim approaches him with a look like that, nothing good is going to come of it.

“Spock,” Jim asks, voice full of wonder and eyes full of stars. “Can you meld with the Enterprise? Tell her I love her?”

Spock considers the captain for a moment. It’s not something he’s thought about—mind-melding with a ship. He doesn’t really think that anything would happen, as much as he’s touched the console and felt nothing in response. He knows that humans refer to ships as female and often personify them out of loneliness or a need for bonding. He doesn’t understand why humans can’t just appreciate a machine for the tasks it performs, but seeing as much as Dr. McCoy tries to project his human emotions on Spock himself, he supposes that it must just be second nature to them.

He indulges in a more human tendency, seeing as it was just him and Jim, and sighs. It cannot hurt to try, if not for the very least on the premise of scientific discovery, and it’s not like there’s anyone around to judge him.

“Fine.” He agrees rather bluntly, but Jim just looks at him, enthralled.

Spock supposes, as he places a hand on the console, that he can always lie for the sake of appeasing Jim. Vulcans do not lie, but as McCoy always points out, Spock is only half-vulcan, and half-vulcans can bend the truth. 

However, as he reaches out for what he can find of the consciousness of the Enterprise, he finds that he has no reason to lie. He is so caught off guard by the discovery as some form of being reaches back towards him, that he is overwhelmed by the experience.

The Enterprise does not think in the same way, with clear structure, intent, or words. No, she thinks with colors and emotions, bright and loud, filling up his senses. She is overwhelmingly a she, and she imparts him with the notion that she will tolerate nothing less from him, even if it means zapping him through the console like a misbehaving child.

He supposes that might be the best way to describe the way she feels about the crew—as children. They are all so much smaller than her, and she cares for them, treating them as gently as she can. In return, they treat her with love and respect and keep her in working order. If Dr. McCoy would stop hitting the biobed display screens when he was frustrated, she would appreciate that, though.

After taking a moment to reign the sensory flood back in, Spock organizes his mind and sends a specific train of thought to her. The words do not translate to her, so he tries to phrase them in a way she would understand, thinking of command gold, bright eyes, and a happy spirit. He focuses on the general sense of cheer, well-being, and concern that Jim carries for every member of his crew, but also on the horribly mushy feeling Spock gets on the inside when thinking about him.

Color ripples across his vision, something like laughter, and he thinks she gets the point. The reply he gets in return is what he sent tenfold—a tidal wave of things he could not possibly put into words and yet understands perfectly. He thanks her, sending a bright wave of gratitude radiating warmly from deep inside him, and pulls away.

He opens his eyes and looks over to Jim, who is waiting patiently. Curiosity and excitement dance in his eyes. There is no possible way to convey what he experienced in what felt like hours but was probably only seconds, so instead he says, “She loves you back.”

When Jim beams at him, smile wide and eyes glistening, Spock is glad it is no lie at all.

[shikantazaart]

From Retro Roots to Modern Marvels: The Rebirth of the Pirate Menu Aesthetic

Ahoy, Nostalgia!

If you were a computer geek in the 80s or 90s, you probably remember the thrill of booting up a freshly acquired piece of software and being greeted by a "pirate menu." These were no ordinary start screens; they were vibrant, animated showcases, often accompanied by chiptune music, that hackers and crackers used to flaunt their digital prowess. These menus were as much a demonstration of skill as they were a distribution method for cracked software and games. It was a unique blend of artistry and rebellion, a way to connect with like-minded individuals in a pre-internet world.

The aesthetics of these pirate menus were distinctive and unforgettable. Neon colors, pixel art, and scrolling text formed the backbone of their visual appeal. They were DIY masterpieces, created in bedrooms and basements, meant to dazzle and entertain. Beyond their flashy exteriors, these menus communicated messages, credits, and even embedded jokes, forming a subculture that was as much about the community as it was about the content.

Shikantaza Art: Reviving the Rebel Spirit

Fast forward to today, and the digital nostalgia is real. Shikantaza Art has tapped into this rich vein of retro coolness, bringing the pirate menu vibe into the modern art world. By blending old-school aesthetics with contemporary design, Shikantaza is crafting pieces that evoke the same sense of wonder and excitement that those old pirate menus did. The work is a fusion of pixel art and modern graphics, often featuring animated elements and interactive components and linking to original works by consent and with collaboration of their creators.

We're not just creating art, and we're not just showcasing art; we're reviving a movement, a culture, and a way of connecting with audiences that feels both fresh and familiar.

THE FAEWAVE MENU Project: An Ode to the Past, A Beacon for the Future

Enter the FAEWAVE MENU project, our latest brainchild aiming to capture the spirit of the pirate menu era. This project is a digital platform that curates art, music, and independent video games, presenting them with the same visual flair and rebellious spirit of the old-school pirate menus. FAEWAVE MENUS are like stepping into a time machine that propels you forward, blending nostalgic aesthetics with cutting-edge content.

The project doesn’t just mimic the look and feel of the past; it harnesses it to create a community-driven space where creators can share their work in a visually engaging way. The menus are interactive, featuring music tracks, games, and art showcases that harken back to the days of floppy disks and CRT monitors. Yet, they are designed for the digital age, accessible from any desktop device with an internet connection.

FAEWAVE MENUS are more than a project; it’s a movement that resonates with both the old guard who lived through the original pirate scene and the new generation discovering its charm for the first time. It’s a testament to the timeless appeal of creative rebellion and the power of digital art to bring people together.

Check out THE FAEWAVE MENUS so far...

If you have work you'd like to feature on a FAEWAVE MENU, get in touch in the comments here, or on X.

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[ 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚈𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊'𝚜 𝚃𝟹 𝚅𝙳 ] 𝙰 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙰 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

it's time, yurika.. it's time.. I REALLY CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HER FINAL VERDICT LIKE WHAT IF SHE ACTUALLY GETS A FULL GUILTY COMBO. i do still feel bad for her though.. but i also want to write her execution.. hm...

Warnings for Yurika's VD: a mention of sexual harassment, implications of Yurika and Takame's relationship being toxic or at least somewhat unhealthy, Yurika ends up having a mental breakdown.

Warnings for Yurika's MV: there are heavy implications of violence and murder, but all of it is "censored" in a way and is not detailed, aside from some blood imagery closer to the end.

(sounds of footsteps)

Hinode: So.. You did it.

Hinode: You told him the truth.

Hinode: He accepted it surprisingly quickly, haha.

Miki: Yes, and I'm glad..

Miki: Hehe.. I still can't believe he had a feeling that I really am his sister. Maybe that's why he always wanted to spend so much time with me.

Hinode: I'm very happy for you, but..

Hinode: Please don't forget your duties, Miki-san.

Hinode: Yurika-san has been voted guilty twice. Her final verdict is especially important.

Hinode: Maybe she will have a chance to live if we vote her innocent..

Hinode: But if not.. She will definitely get a death penalty.

Miki: .. Right.

(the door opens)

Yurika: A-ah, you're here.

Miki: Yes, um.. Is something wrong?

Hinode: You look nervous, Yurika-san.

Hinode: You know we were supposed to interrogate you today, right?

Yurika: .. I-I'm most likely going to get my head cut off by the end of this, are you expecting me to act chill about it?!

(the screen turns on)

Eiji: Or maybe you will be executed in a different way. Who knows.

Yurika: I-it's you!

Yurika: Oh, what, are you too scared to interrogate me in person?

Eiji: This is for my own safety-

Yurika: Okay, coward. 

Yurika: Actually, who will even execute me if it comes to it? 

Yurika: Or more like.. when it comes to it?

Miki: Now that I think about it..

Miki: I-I don't know.

Eiji: I was hoping that I would be the one doing the execution.

Hinode: Jackalope never mentioned anything about how the executions happen, but..

Hinode: .. I have a feeling that it's not gonna be our job.

Miki: Huh?

Hinode: We're responsible only for the prisoners' verdicts and what happens after that.

Hinode: Death penalty sounds like a big deal. Like, it's nothing like Eiji-san's punishments or the memory machine.

Hinode: So I don't think that we'll be the ones doing it.

Eiji and Miki: ...

Yurika: ..Who the fuck is Jackalope?

Yurika: And hellooooo, can we get started already?

Yurika: Actually, I have a question for you all.

Miki: But we're supposed to interrogate you and-

Yurika: Take a look at this.

Miki: ..It looks like a letter.

Yurika: Oh, it sure does. Now, do you remember what I got for Christmas?

Miki: ...

Yurika: Come onnnn, Miki. Think, think, think.

Miki: .. A-are you implying that I wrote this?

Yurika: Ohh, and why do you think that I'm blaming only you for this? You're not the only guard here, you know?

Yurika: Unless you see yourself as the only guard.

Miki: ...

Hinode: Yurika-san, may I ask what does the letter say?

Yurika: No, you may not.

Yurika: Look, I know my manager's handwriting. And this was not written by her.

Yurika: .. I have to admit that the way in which the letter is written.. sounds a lot like something she would say.

Hinode: .. Now this is interesting.

Hinode: So, the handwriting is different, but if you ignore that, the letter looks like something she would write?

Yurika: .. What are you implying?

Hinode: Well, you see, Yurika-san, we still don't know what exactly your other job was.

Hinode: So I was thinking, if it was something really dangerous and illegal, what if-

Yurika: Don't you say another word.

Yurika: You're trying to say that she's associated with Milgram in some way, right?

Hinode: Well, they couldn't just take ten random people and-

Yurika: She wouldn't do that.

Yurika: She wouldn't do this to me.

Yurika: I'll tell you what my other job was, just don't even think of blaming her for all of this.

Yurika: .. Takame-san wasn't an angel. But she was one to me. 

Yurika: She did a lot of things that this society would call evil, but she gave me money, food and a place I could call home. 

Yurika: .. She wouldn't just send me here for no reason.

Hinode: But what if she had a reason-

Yurika: If you keep acting like this, I'll start thinking you're the one who wrote the letter.

Eiji: Why do you even care about this letter so much? It's like you care about it more than your verdict.

Yurika: 'Cause my verdict doesn't matter. 

Yurika: You all will just keep playing with our lives, voting us innocent or guilty based on your own likes and dislikes, so in the end there will never be any true justice for the victims. Or us, if you still care about us.

Eiji: ...

Yurika: So why should I care? Go on, vote a guy like Kei innocent. Do it! His crimes don't matter as long as he's attractive!

Yurika: Do it. Fucking kill me already. 

Yurika: Just at least answer my question first.

Yurika: .. Who wrote the letter?

Miki: .. We don't know either. Sorry.

Yurika: ...

Yurika: .. Fine. 

Yurika: *sighs* Anyway, you wanna know about my other job, right?

Miki: Yes. 

Miki: And we want to know what exactly you did to your victims and why.

Yurika: .. Well, what do you think my other job was?

Yurika: Hey, Eiji, have any theories?

Eiji: .. I can definitely say that it's something you've done many times and it's also something you were okay with doing for the money. 

Eiji: Your second video also made me feel like.. It's something you were taught to see as a good thing.

Eiji: Maybe you even saw it as a way to.. help people in some way.

Miki: "Eiji-san is really trying his best.. I guess I should've expected that he would know a lot about stuff like that because of his family.."

Miki: ".. But he has never actually killed anyone, right?"

Eiji: .. Hey. 

Eiji: Did you have to be really careful while doing it? 

Yurika: .. Y-yeah. Yeah, I've made a few mistakes before, but with Takame-san's help, I-

Eiji: You got a lot of money for it, right?

Yurika: Definitely more than what I got for working at a maid cafe.

Eiji: Did it feel gross? 

Yurika: What kind of question is that?!

Yurika: I-I mean, imagine a girl like me, who was so used to always getting what she wants no matter what, suddenly going through someone's insides-

Yurika: !

Hinode: ...

Miki: .. W-what..

Yurika: .. Haha. You got me. Congrats.

Eiji: .. Was it organ harvesting?

Yurika: .. Yeah. Yeah. 

Yurika: That's what I was ready to do for a living. I was that desperate.

Yurika: Just so you understand. Yes, we kidnapped people. Yes, we killed them.

Yurika: Yes, most of those people were our customers. That's one of the reasons why Takame-san came up with the idea of having a maid cafe.

Yurika: Look, fine, I killed more than ten of those guys to have their organs harvested, but who cares?! 

Yurika: Like, yes, it was some kind of.. you know, black market stuff that I never bothered to learn more about and Takame-san never told me and just said to see it as a good thing, because maybe their organs will actually be useful or something..

Yurika: BUT WHO CARES ABOUT THEM?! MOST OF THEM LIVED ALONE, THEY HAD NO ONE TO MISS THEM, NOBODY CARES WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM!

Yurika: SO MANY OF THEM HAVE HARASSED ME AND MY COWORKERS NOT ONCE, BUT MULTIPLE TIMES! TAKAME-SAN TOLD ME THAT THEY DESERVED TO DIE!

Miki: ...

Eiji: ...

Eiji: .. They.. really did not deserve to live.

Yurika: Right?! I just.. I just..

Yurika: *starts crying* I just.. I didn't want to feel like I was.. 

Yurika: Doing something bad..

Yurika: Takame-san kept saying that it's okay..

Yurika: "It's their fault", "We're not in the wrong"..

Yurika: S-she always hugged me after we were done and tried to comfort me..

Yurika: E-even if I fucked things up, e-even if I cried, even if I said I can't do it a-anymore..

Yurika: I-it's like.. s-she really.. loved me..

Hinode: .. So if those murders weren't really.. your fault, since you were only an accomplice..

Hinode: It's safe to assume that you're here for something you've done on your own?

Yurika: Takame-san helped me with it, of course, but..

Yurika: I-it was mostly my idea.

Yurika: T-that's probably why I'm here.

Miki: ..W-why did you kill them?

Yurika: .. One of them was really curious about my job, for whatever reason.

Yurika: Probably because she had a blog and didn't know what to post about or something..

Yurika: A-and she just.. kept getting on my nerves.

Yurika: She wanted to learn everything about me. Sometimes it felt like she was literally stalking me.

Miki: ".. Her first interrogation.."

Yurika: Her brother helped her too. So, uh, eventually they did find out and..

Yurika: .. I-I couldn't do this anymore.

Yurika: I needed them to die. 

Yurika: "How could you do something like this just for money?" SHUT UP! SHUT UP, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ME!

Yurika: They needed to die. They deserved to die.

Yurika: I-it's okay, nobody would miss them anyway.. Who cares.. 

Yurika: Sure, they were pretty, I guess, they were popular, I guess..

Yurika: But it's fine, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine..

Eiji: .. She's losing it.

Miki: I-I can see that.

Hinode: Since her manager is not with her, she's trying to comfort herself without her help.

Hinode: And I don't think it's working.

(bell rings, machinery sounds)

Eiji: We should extract her video. Hopefully she doesn't realize what's happening.

Miki: R-right..

Miki: Prisoner-

Yurika: NO!

Yurika: PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO DO IT AGAIN!

Yurika: YOU'RE JUST GOING TO VOTE ME GUILTY AGAIN! YOU JUST WANT TO KILL ME ALREADY, DON'T YOU?!

Eiji: Didn't you say that you're okay with that?!

Yurika: SHUT UP, I'VE REALIZED HOW IMPORTANT MY LIFE IS! 

Yurika: Or.. no, no, it's not important at all..

Yurika: Actually.. I don't think anyone would care if I died.. Even Takame-san..

Yurika: .. BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

Yurika: PLEASE, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME, PUNISH ME IN ANY WAY YOU WANT, USE MY BODY AS A TOY TO PLAY WITH, FORCE ME TO BECOME A MAID EVEN FOR THE FUTURE PRISONERS OR SOMETHING!

Yurika: JUST PLEASE, DON'T-

Yurika: ...

Yurika: H-huh?..

Yurika: What is going on?..

Miki: "Looks like the machine worked.."

Miki: Hey. Hey, you're okay. 

Miki: You're fine.

Yurika: W-who are you?.. W-what is this place?

Yurika: What are you-

Miki: Prisoner 008, Yurika, for the last time, sing your sins.

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[ Yurika's Trial 3 MV: Secret Ingredient ]

The video starts with showing us a dark forest. We can see a young man and woman walking, looks like they're around the same age. They look nervous, but for some reason they keep going and it looks like they're looking for something or someone. 

"Hey, hey, what are you two doing here?

Maybe you should stop sticking your nose into other people's business?

Come on, just let me live!

Like what do you want me to do? Reward you and say how brave you are?"

Suddenly, they hear someone's steps and while the man tries to leave, the woman makes him stay and listens closer to the steps. She tries to follow that mysterious person and she's really determined to find them. She sees that person's footprints and as she stops to take a closer look, we can see someone sneaking up from behind and hitting her on the head with something that looks like a broom.

"Oh well, don't say I didn't warn you

This is what happens to disgusting people like you

Justice? Morals? Oh, shut up!

You would do the same if you were me"

The woman opens her eyes. She's sitting on a chair and everything around her looks like it's made out of candy. The colors are very cute and nice to look at. She notices that she's not alone and someone is sitting in front of her. That someone smiles and waves their hand at her.

It's Yurika who looks like she's dressed as a witch. 

"So you wanted to know what I do? Let me give you a tour!

Trust me, it's 100% safe

Nobody gets out of here alive, but that's okay!

You wouldn't want to continue living after being here"

The woman gets more nervous and she tries to talk to Yurika, but Yurika doesn't seem interested and instead turns to the door. The door opens and Takame, who is also dressed up as a witch, walks in. Yurika smiles and runs up to Takame to hug her. Takame smiles back and pats her on the head. 

"But I have everything I've ever wanted here

This is my home, it's perfect for someone like me

I've found love, money, warmth and my purpose

I guess you could say I'm completely satisfied"

The woman meanwhile tries to leave, but fails because Takame notices and pushes Yurika away. Yurika doesn't seem to mind and even seems excited about what Takame is about to do. The woman falls on the floor because of how scared she is. Takame simply smiles at her and claps her hands. 

Everything goes dark.

Now it's the man opening his eyes. The scene takes place outside of the house and both him and the woman from earlier are tied up. Yurika laughs at them as Takame is making a fire with her magic. 

"What do you two think you're doing? Hey, hey, don't you know it's dangerous here?

Well, it's your fault now, shouldn't have taken a walk in the woods when it's this dark

What should we do with you? Should we tie you up? Should we cut off your limbs?

I bet you two taste like fear and betrayal, let me take a bite!"

The woman looks at the fire and at their ropes and it looks like she's asking Yurika what's going on. Yurika smiles and pulls out a knife. The woman starts shaking as Yurika gets closer to her and gets surprised when Yurika cuts her ropes. 

"So you want to know why am I like this? Why do I do this?

Don't I feel any shame? Don't I feel any guilt?

Here's the thing: no matter how many times you point at me and say "Guilty"

I won't feel anything, I'm too busy trying to survive"

The woman thinks that she's free for a moment, but then we see her face expression suddenly change and it looks like she's in great pain. We see Yurika stabbing her in the stomach, but the blood looks.. weird. It's pastel pink and sparkly. Yurika doesn't even look at the man and simply walks past him and we see that the reason why he didn't do anything at all and why we haven't seen much of him is because he was already close to dying because of being stabbed in the chest and now he's clearly dead while his eyes are still open. His blood is the same as the woman's.

"I just want to live, I just want to live

Can someone let me live a normal life

I've never wanted this, but it looks like I was born for this

It's like I was born to be a witch ready to be burned"

Takame walks up to the man and puts her hand on his chest. It's unclear what she's trying to do at first, but then we see her trying to make the wound bigger and "opening up" his chest, making everything even more bloody. She tries to grab something out of his wound and it's revealed to be some candies. She throws them and Yurika quickly catches them and puts them inside of a bucket that has a Halloween pumpkin drawn on it. Later, we see that the bucket is completely full and that Takame is now doing the same thing with the woman and Yurika is helping her. Their hands are bloody and they have some blood on their faces and clothes as well, but they don't care. 

"Actually, I think what I do is great!

We're helping people, at least that's what I want to believe

Don't blame me, blame the system

Blame the society, just please, blame everyone but me!"

When they're finally done, Takame gives Yurika a nod and Yurika excitedly runs up to the fire and starts burning the bodies. The bodies start to melt, looking like they were made out of ice cream or something similar. At least we can say for sure that the bodies look like they definitely aren't human. 

"I just wanted to live, I still want to live

Don't hunt me down, don't light me on fire

I still have something to hope for, something to fight for, something to live for

Something to kill for, something to destroy for, something I'm too scared to die for"

When the bodies are gone, Takame walks up to Yurika and holds her hand. Yurika blushes and looks really happy. They watch the fire become brighter and brighter and they start to dance. While dancing, Yurika trips and it looks like she's about to fall.

"So just save me with your love-shaped candy already-"

The setting changes completely. It looks like some kind of dark room. We can see blood on the walls. It's dark red. It's real human blood and not like what we've seen earlier. We hear something being dropped on the floor. The music stops playing. We hear Yurika say "I'll go get it". We can hear her steps.

Suddenly, we see Yurika, with empty eyes, messy hair, a medical mask, and it looks like she's looking for what she had dropped. Except it looks like we're looking at her from the POV of that thing. She grabs us with her hand.

The video ends.

[quirkless-accident]

A Push Down Memory Lane

Was going through the drafts when I found this prompt so have fun ig Lots of angst

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Danny groans as he wakes up, noting the massive headache he's got. He slowly sits up, dimly aware of the friends he's with. Everywhere around him is pitch black, but he cans till see his friends and teacher perfectly fine.

"Where are we?" Iida asks.

"I was in the snack aisle when we got hit by whatever the fuck took us here," Danny answers with a shrug. Because apparently they couldn't even do a simply grocery run anymore.

"Is everyone here?" Aizawa asks them, doing a quick headcount. It had just been Danny, Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya who had been tasked with grocery shopping this week, with Aizawa as their escort.

"What's that?" Midoriya asks. They all turn to him, and see that he's pointing off in the distance. They follow his gaze.

A long ways away is a small, square pinprick of light, and as the more they look at it, the closer it gets.

"What is that?" Todoroki asks as he gets to his feet. He gives Danny a hand, and they both crouch down into battle stances as the light gets closer.

And...Maybe it's Danny's headache, or maybe it's whatever weird world they're in, but Danny can tell as the light gets closer that it's just...Static. There's nothing there. It seems harmless, but Danny doesn't let his guard down.

When it gets close enough to them, larger than any one of them and thrice as wide, it stops. The static cuts out, and a stage appears.

"I bet you're asking yourselves where you are and what this all is," a voice off camera, for lack of a better phrase, tells them. "Why, you've been kidnapped! And the only way out is for you all to relive your worst memories! A bit gruesome, I know, but nothing says "break them up" without some deep, dark secrets coming into play, am I right? Anyway, sit back, relax, and have an awful time!"

The screen cuts to black, and a moment later, it's lit up with white lights and the all too familiar monotonous beeping of a heart monitor.

It's from the person's point of view, so they can't see who it is, but it doesn't take much to figure it out when the camera pans over to the figure lying in the hospital bed.

Tensei Iida lies in the bed, beat up and unconscious. He's got several lacerations that are hidden behind bandages, and several wires coming from miscellaneous parts of his body, all hooked up to one machine or another. Even unconscious he looks like he's in the worst pain imaginable.

"Brother," Iida whispers, unable to take his eyes off of the screen. "This was the day-the day after the sports festival. What he looked like after surgery. We found out that he would never walk again. Never be a hero again."

Danny gently places a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. He remembers the aftermath of this particular event, as he had been there when they all fought Stain together. But this, the catalyst, was definitely worse than any wound Danny and his friends had suffered that night.

"I've always looked up to him," Iida tells them all with a shaky breath. "And I...I have a lot to live up to, carrying his name with me. It's a bit daunting, if I'm being honest."

"I can't even imagine," Danny tells him. "Fuck, we're all gonna need therapy after this."

"You're already in therapy," Aizawa tells him.

"Don't rub it in, please," Danny begs. Before Aizawa can respond, the screen cuts to black, and the stage comes back. Still, there's nobody there. Just a voice outside of the frame.

"Awe, poor little Iida brothers. How's it feel, knowing you'll never live up to the Ingenium name? How's it feel, knowing that you would have gladly murdered the Hero Killer for what he did to your brother? Not without lack of trying, though. Answer this: if your friends hadn't come to your aid, would you have done it? Chew on that while we move onto the next!"

The screen fades to black, and then to a bathroom mirror.

Todoroki is just a child, here. His eye is freshly bandaged, and the tears coming from his right side keep freezing.

He scowls at himself, before jumping off the stool, tucking ti away before he leaves. The hallway he's going down is long, or at least seems like that. he's stopped by his father, who, even at home has to flaunt his power with his flaming facial hair.

"Moronic woman," he hisses. "To hurt you at such an important time."

"Where did Mama go?" Young Shoto asks, not refusing to look up at his father.

"Huh? Oh, she hurt my masterpiece so I put her in a hospital to keep you safe."

"That was your fault," Shoto says, trembling with anger as he finally glares up at his father. "You're the one who made her hurt me."

Endeavour's face glares down at them, his gaze full of nothing but disdain before the screen cuts to black and back to the empty stage.

"It certainly show's how bad Endeavor must be as a father," the villain says. "Your mother pours scalding hot tea over your face and you blame him? I mean, he's terrible. I would too. But oh, poor baby Todoroki finding out he can't ever cry to his mommy for help ever again. How tough it must have been, growing up without her comfort."

Todoroki is shaking, being held in a tight hug by Midoriya, who's glaring up at the screen.

"Oh, fuck me," Danny says under his breath. Because he knows, he knows what his worst memory is. It also just so happens to be his biggest secret.

The screen changes again, from black to a blue, cloudy sky. Next to Danny, Aizawa tenses up, but then minutely relaxes when he realizes it's not his memory. It's Midoriya's.

All Might is there, in civilian clothes. He and Midoriya are on a roof, and All Might is walking away from him.

"I...I need to know," Midoriya says with shaky conviction, "Is it possible to become a hero even if I don't have a quirk?"

"What? Of course it is," Aizawa says, looking over to Midoriya. "But you-you have a quirk I don't understand. When was this?"

"I'm a normal kid without any powers," past Midoriya says, stopping All Might in his tracks. "Could I ever hope to be someone like you?"

"without a quirk?" All Might asks, looking over his shoulder at Midoriya.

They watch as All might doubles over in pain, smoke coming from his body. They watch as he turns into his smaller form, coughing up blood. They watch as he shows Midoriya the wound on his stomach, talking about the fear behind his smile and the pressures of being a hero.

"Pro heroes are always having to risk their lives," All might says. "Some villains just can't be beaten without powers. So can you be a hero?

"Not without a quirk."

Danny can't help the shout of anger directed at the screen as it cuts to an explosion off in the distance shortly after All Might leaves. He doesn't register the fact that Midoriya is similar to him. he can't process it, not properly when they're stuck here anyway.

"He crushed your dreams before leaving you on a rooftop?" Aizawa asks Midoriya, a terrifying calm quality to his voice. "When was this?"

"About ten months before the entrance exam," Midoriya answers quietly, not looking anybody in the eye.

"Oh, but in the end you did a quirk, didn't you?" The villain says. None of them noticed the screen change. "Hiding all of those scary unheroic emotions behind that fragile smile of yours. Do your peers know about your bullies? Your quirkless status up until All Might took pity on you? Well, lucky for you you're not the only one in this kind of situation. But I'm saving the best for last."

The screen opens up to another blue, cloudy day. Aizawa's capture scarf is tightening around a villain, five times the size of their teacher.

"Oboro!" Their teacher cries out, looing around the rubble. His arm is bleeding, but he doesn't have any more of his capture scarf to use to bind the wound. "Oboro, I did it! You were right, I did it!"

Aizawa looks around, but it's nothing but rubble. He stumbles, tripping over debris, before coming across a broken gourd.

"O...Oboro?"

The process after that is hard to watch. Aizawa is insisting that Oboro is alive, that he heard him cheering Aizawa on as he fought his first major villain.

He watches as they dig Oboro's body out of the rubble. A younger Present Mic is there too, and the cloudy day has turned into a full downpour but neither seem to notice.

The last thing they see before the screen goes away is Oboro's bloody body being zipped into a body bag.

"Holy shit," Danny says under his breath. He chances a glance at Aizawa, who hasn't torn his eyes away from the screen. His eyes are red, and Danny just knows that it's not from his quirk. His breaths are shaky, and it's unnerving for them all to see their stoic teacher so thrown off.

"How's it feel to know you're a failure?" The villain taunts. "That's why you became a teacher, isn't it? You haven't lost a kid yet, sure, but you know deep down that you will. In fact, you've come pretty close with this fresh batch of first years several times! I can't wait to see the look on your face when one of them finally kicks it before their debut! Anyway, on to the grand finale!"

The screen changes, and even though Danny knew it was coming, his blood still runs cold.

"Oh god, oh fuck," Danny says, unable to stop the shaking in his hands.

"Here, put this on," Sam says, handing him a white hazmat suit.

"I know basic lab safety, Sam," Past Danny says.

"Not street safety, though," Tucker cuts in, earning himself an elbow from Sam.

"Do not blame Danny for those quirkist dickfucks," Sam snarls. "It's not Danny's fault he's quirkless. And it's not his fault the teacher's don't do anything about it."

"Guys, cut it out," Danny says with a tired sigh. "It's fine. I'm fine. Now, you got the camera ready?"

Sam gives him a thumbs up, and Danny takes in a deep breath before stepping into the portal.

If your parents find out you're totally dead, dude," Tucker says as he snaps a couple of phots on his own phone.

"Well, it's a good thing they won't find out-fuck-!"

Danny remembers it all like it was yesterday. He watches as he trips, and even though it's just his memory playing, he can still feel the press of the button beneath his palm as he catches himself on the wall. He remembers the split second in between catching himself and the ectoplasmic electricity, where he was frozen with fear. The smell of the ozone, the taste of his burning tongue, the smell of his roasting flesh.

His scream here, as he's dying, is the same sound that comes out when he uses his Wail.

The screen goes black for a second before coming to life again, with Sam and Tucker leaning over him. Off to the side, the portal is alive and thrumming with power. Sam shows him his reflection, foreign to him at the time. The white hair and green eyes had scared him. Had terrified him because as much as he didn't want to admit it at the time, he had known exactly what was going to happen in that split second before the lightning struck. In that second he was frozen.

"Did you...Are you...?" Aizawa asks, unable to force himself to ask his full question. But Danny barely registers his voice as the screen goes blank, and back to the stage that finally has someone on it.

"Oh, I knew that one was going to be sweet and juicy! The backstory! The lore! The death! Just the story of a creepy little boy with creepy little powers, unable to fit into the world of the living or the world of the dead. Quite a conundrum indeed. And now that all your friends know, what will you do?"

"Kick your fucking ass!" Midoriya shouts. There are tears streaming down his face, but they're all more taken aback by Midoriya's cursing.

"If you can catch me, that is!"

Without warning, everything around them turns to white. Danny slams his eyes shut, his eyes burning with the sudden onslaught, and he feels that all too familiar jackhammer in his brain. When the light goes back to normal, he opens up his eyes and looks around.

They're on the stage that had been on the screen. It's small and rundown, abandoned. The villain is nowhere to be seen.

They had been grocery shopping before this, but none of them have the appetite or the mental energy to try and go back.

"You...You're like me," Midoriya says, looking to Danny. "Well-not exactly, I guess but...Similar enough..."

"Should have been obvious from the way you used your quirk at the beginning of the year," Danny answers with a shaky breath, trying to shake off the memory of dying.

"Sensei, how old were you when your memory happened?" Todoroki asked in a quiet voice.

Mr. Aizawa lets out a heavy sigh. "Sixteen. We were best friends, and we were doing our work study together. He sacrificed his life saving a bunch of school children. But don't let my memories distract from yours, Todoroki. We will be talking about this, as well as you becoming a ward of U.A. I'm not going to let your ass of a father around you ever again."

"I would...I would appreciate that."

"And you," Aizawa turns to Danny. "We'll be talking about that. not today, but soon."

"Yeah," Danny says with a sigh. "Yeah, okay. Just as long as I get to shove my foot up All Might's ass. Out here giving out haunted quirks to quirkless kids after crushing their dreams."

"What do you mean haunted?" Iida asks.

"Whenever Midoriya uses a lot of power there are some Shades that hang out. Eight of them, if I counted correctly."

"You were right, Danny," Todoroki says, looking between them all. "We are going to need therapy."

And despite everything that's just happened, Danny manages to bark out a laugh. It's short but genuine, and he knocks his shoulder into Todoroki's for the trouble.

It was a rough day, and they've still got to hunt down the villain that did this to them, but at the end of the day, the dude was wrong. He had predicted that these bad memories and whatever secrets they may hold would tear them apart. In fact, it did the opposite.

Danny feels closer to his friends than he ever has, and he has a new perspective as to why Aizawa is such a hardass when it comes to their training and wellbeing. He appreciates it more than words can describe.

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When they get back to the dorm, the pile in Danny's room since he's got the most space. They hang out and watch silly rom-coms until they one by one fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.

And if Aizawa gives them all the day off from school, well, that's nobody's business but theirs.

[sydneyofalltrades]

Okay here is my post about my Ride the Cyclone ✨animation/animatic✨ ideas I’ve been formulating but never really posted bc I cannot draw for the life of me 🥲

@gay-little-axolotl read at your own risk (you’ll be here a while, trust me)

Karnak’s Dream of Life

Basically the exact same as in the show, headless body singing eerily, finding a little doll and popping off the head

there’s a shot of Karnak’s machine at the end of the song which snaps into Welcome…, which is just talk so we don’t need to animate that shit

Fall Faire Suite/Uranium Suite

Since I love them both, I’m writing their ideas both in the same category

When the kids start singing at the beginning of the song, all six of them are in the bandshell, Penny included

However, every time we think we actually get a good look at Penny, something coincidentally blocks her face, whether it be Mischa’s figure, Ocean’s arm, a quick shot of Ricky playing the tambourine, shit like that

The world is in full color while the kids are alive (I’ll explain why that’s important in a sec)

As Karnak explains how the kids got into the accident, we see them get into the coaster*, Ricky needing help from Mischa and Noel, and we see the ride function as normal

In Uranium Suite, you can hear Jane vocalizing ominously in the background, and that little warning sign is present in the way the kids are all a little tense

Once Karnak says “hurtling the children to their deaths,” the color is gone. The kids are drawn in white outlines and all there is is a black screen

During Fall Faire Suite, each kid goes back in color as they speak, only for it to disappear once they’re done

During the “sailing through space” bit, they’re back on the coaster, in slow motion as it falls, then quickly cuts to them in purgatory

“Empty streets of empty shops” has Ocean taking apart little buildings and Constance scooping up the pieces to make a mall

“Smart ones all packed up and went” has Noel dragging out a bunch of suitcases and Mischa labeling the abandoned houses for sale

Very few visuals of Penny are shown, like she disappeared without a trace

“Did we finally leave our town?” has them all in color for a second, then back to white.

Meet Jane Doe

Ocean whispers her line, Karnak says his, and BAM! Spotlight from nowhere

Foreshadowing TBOJD, Jane floats as she’s introduced, and touches ground once she speaks

As she speaks, flashes of the aftermath of the incident show up

“They found my body/not my head” has professionals finding the kids’ bodies, and flashlights looking for Penny’s head

“No parents came” actually has a little boy with a black cape running to the headless girl, screaming a name no one hears

“My life, an unsolved mystery” has pictures of Penny with the choir, her face always strategically covered

What the World Needs

Here we go with the solos!! Ocean’s in color in her song, along with everything she interacts with, the others are in black and white

Ocean wears a varsity jacket with her name in the back, along with a blue shirt that says “Vote for Ocean!” with her hair in a ponytail with a bandana

The others are dressed in “Vote Ocean” propaganda, but whenever Ocean herself insults them, they become newspaper clippings of the people she’s calling them (sandwich artist, security guard, Wal-Mart greeter)

“The move” has Ocean dancing in a club

“The shake” has an earthquake that is covered by a statue of her

“The headline maker” has a newspaper thrown on screen with a headline saying “World’s Greatest Woman!” and a snazzy picture of Ocean

During the second verse, as Ocean is berating Mischa, Constance, and Ricky, there’s a story book-esque animation of each of her interpretations of their lives, under smaller, less important articles

“And as we move through life” is a sliding shot of Ocean standing on top of the world, with the others tiny and insignificant

As the “zeros” bit happens, a big fat 0 is written over everyone’s newspaper picture, and Ocean rips up the paper as she just shoves the thought aside

For the climax, the world spins as Ocean stands on top of it, with the others just barely catching up to admire her and her glory

Final shot is EXACTLY like the 2016 promo shot, her on top of everyone in a human pyramid

Noel’s Lament (TW: drinking, smoking, mu*der, s//h)

Now Noel’s Lament was more fluid for me to think of. Noel himself and his reality is grey, but when he sings about Monique or from her perspective, the world is bright and alive

Noel doesn’t do the quick change, it’s a transition shot from his iconic pose to Monique in a similar stance

The “good girls call me the town bicycle” is Constance and Jane in their costumes (beauteous dresses of the time) whispering while Monique walks past

Claude is Ocean. I will not elaborate (psst she’s in a suit with the cutest low ponytail)

“Ten! Times! In! His! Back!” shows the stabbing, but cuts to Monique holding a cigarette innocently

“Never ending carnival” is a revolving shot of Monique’s hand holding booze, a cigarette, and another man’s hand

The accordion (piano if you’re a 2016 bootleg fan) solo has the little nischa dance, i literally cannot take that away

“I think I am in love with you” cuts to a close up of Monique’s eyes widening a little, whether in fear or in recollection, I’ll leave that up to you

“I give in to the fantasy” is like a little spicy cut, that’s all im saying

“for i sing sONGs” has people passing Monique by as she trips on the road scrounging up some loose change, and she moves into an empty alleyway

Time passes a little, and there are deep lines in Monique’s face and her eyes are heavy with lack of sleep

“In some rat infested Chinese dive” is just Monique smoking alone in an alleyway, pressing the hot cigarette to her arm to try and get a reaction

“Eight months later” is Noel telling the story, then the little gasp is a quick shot of Monique’s eyes filling with tears

We see her forced out of the house and she desperately drags herself through an alley

She’s slumped against a wall when Ricky as the priest approaches her

During the first “for I sing songs,” we see through Monique’s hazy eyes as she spots a bottle of booze and drags herself towards it

We see her drink it, and then her hand goes limp and the bottle shatters

In the real world, Noel’s now in costume, standing on that chair

During the climax, Noel’s singing face is projected over flashes of Monique’s life, her tragedy shown in clips and hastily sewn together

And finally, the song ends with Noel draped against the chair, the others surrounding him

Every Story’s Got a Lesson

Short and simple, but Ocean snaps about Noel’s song and Karnak deadpans

As Ocean says “No.. every story has a lesson!” she finds a grad cape and cap and throws it on

As she sings, a blackboard appears with the words of the song written in chalk

The others, also in capes and caps, whistle and sing along

Somehow Karnak gets a hat on his head too

This Song is Awesome

Unlike Ocean and Noel, since being a rapper isn’t Mischa’s dream or desire, he’s black and white while the others are in full color, along with the contents of his music video

You read that right. Music. Video.

Specifically a music video shot by a seven year old with a short attention span and edited by a bunch of preschoolers

Not that it’s bad, it’s just got focus on things that are irrelevant, the editing goes insane, there’s a brief moment where Jane is literally photoshopped into the sky (TBOJD ref hehe)

Mischa wears a black and gold tracksuit but since it’s black and white you wouldn’t really tell

The others are Mischa’s background dancers, wearing blue and white

Basically every single time Mischa says “awesome,” the word is like edited onto the screen like a history teacher’s presentation

There are really good shots tho, like Mischa driving a convertible to the Hard Rock Cafe with Noel and Ricky

Surprisingly there is a Learjet in the video, no one really knows how that got there

The girls are all fawning over him in the club and then he sees a girl wearing punkish clothes and a white flowy skirt and the music video falls apart

Talia

The second Mischa lays eyes on Talia, the color slightly blooms into the video and he walks over to her

Instead of a photo of her, he genuinely talks to her, and you can see the love and care he has for her

When the others come back, they’re not in a club anymore, they’re out in a garden in a traditional Ukrainian wedding

While the girls escort “Talia,” who’s now been replaced with Jane, the boys help Mischa get prepared

When Mischa and Jane finally do interact, instead of Jane’s doll face, it’s Talia’s big brown eyes and warm smile that greets Mischa

They dance together, happily in love, with the others singing cheerfully in the background

Then Talia is suddenly ripped away from Mischa as he falls, falls, falls from the rollercoaster

As he does, his phone, also falling, flashes a picture of Talia on the lock screen

Mischa’s now in normal clothes, staring at the picture, while the others just dance around him, it’s a whole vibe

Then it cuts to Mischa and Talia in a grainy video, Mischa picks Talia up, spins her around, and she kisses him

Space Age Bachelor Man

I have SO MANY ideas for this song so this is gonna be LONG!

Song starts with Ricky alone, a single spotlight illuminating him in black and white.

“Others from outer space” has a peculiar spacecraft arriving in front of Ricky

Once those claps start, you know it’s gonna be wild

The spacecraft opens and spills a light that makes Ricky come into color, and the boys, in Zolarian couture, alert Ricky of their duty

When Ricky arrives on Zolar, the girls, now space aliens with tails and cat ears, practically throw themselves into his arms

“The naughty/holy daughters of the realm” has a shot of Ricky being crowdsurfed (for lack of a better term) through a sea of cat ladies

Um before the guitar solo, Ricky kisses Cat!Ocean. I don’t make the rules

Now the.. that scene is kept covered for a reason, so naturally I’d also just use shadows to convey wtf is happening then

“Now there is a new challenge” has the boys worried in front of holographic screens showing K-9’s enemy fleet

“For they’re at war with K-9!” had Ricky bursting out with the wildest, sexiest, most glittery costume you could EVER expect and it is everything to me

Suddenly everyone’s holding a laser gun and that makes Ricky freak out

So instead of announcing war, he goes to a podium and explains his desire of peace, which is broadcast to K-9’s fleet (idk how, i just think it’s funny)

“And they listened/and they heard my message” is Ricky breaking the fourth wall, pausing the action Emperor’s New Groove style before going back to the scheduled programming

The rest of the song is basically then partying in the spacecraft as it sends Ricky back home to Earth

The Ballad of Jane Doe

Jane, in a plain white dress, is alone. And everything is black and white. Not a single sliver of color anywhere

Everyone else is in funeral wear, however they pay no attention to Jane, like she was never human to begin with

We see Jane play with the decapitated doll and a rollercoaster toy, watching as it went up, then fall out of the seat

Every so often a flash of color and the faintest hint of a life beyond Jane is shown, but it’s so brief there’s no way to actually see it

As Jane begs St. Peter to let her into heaven(?), Jane tries to look for a helping hand but no one assists

“Wont you tell me at last who I am?” has Jane reaching out, not just to the sky, but to the funeral goers who can’t seem to notice her

Then we cut to Ja/enny (flashes between perspectives) in the rollercoaster, and how she lost her head

As Jane starts flying, her pleads become angry, more scornful since no one is giving her answers, but she’s still getting only tiny flashes. Not even a face, just a feeling or an emotion

“Time eats all his children” is Jane standing ominously, slowly pointing out into the non-existent crowd

“A melody floats through the air” has her flying through the funeral, the others ignoring her as she desperately tries to find herself. Her name

She flies through the graves, her desperation becoming more and more apparent

There’s a flash of a baby, a little boy, a monkey puppet, a thermos

Then Jane stops in front of a freshly dug grave, and she knows it’s her own. But its headstone is unmarked

And she just cries as the funeral goers surround the tomb of the empty girl

The New Birthday Song

Also short and sweet

Everyone wears a birthday outfit and Jane has the cape and hat

As she stands in the middle of the circle, holding the cupcake, the others dance around her

Then Constance gently nudged her arm and gestures to the cupcake

(Jane tries to eat it but Constance blows it out first)

Jawbreaker & Sugar Cloud

Lumping them both bc of the themes

We see the accident through Constance’s eyes. See the way it rose, then suddenly fell

“My heart just welled up” is a shot of Constance’s eyes widening, her terrified face morphing gently into a smile

As this happens, the flashbacks of the mundane things Constance learned to love are shown over it. We see her going back to bed, hanging upside down, her brother, her friends

And she starts to laugh as the coaster falls. And tears spill from her eyes as she does

In the present, Constance, in white outlining, wipes away her tears and collects herself for Sugar Cloud

As the song begins, we see a little flashback of Constance as a little girl given her first jawbreaker. She’s excited, then starts slowly sucking away the layers and gets visibly disappointed

“At first it seems so sweet” shows some clips of Constance growing up, and then she just loses the sparkle in her eye and spring in her step

Then the song starts to pick up and color arrives, everywhere as Constance just siblings merrily

Constance and the others aren’t in the warehouse anymore, they’re in the skies of blue, pink, gold, and purple

Constance jumps through a gold, pink, and blue cloud and emerges with her outfit, a pink jacket over a gold top and blue flats. A pink top hat attached to a headband is on her head

Twirling a cane, Constance genuinely sings happily with the others as they dance and jump through the multicolored clouds

The recorder solo is as memorable as always, with the others hyping Connie on by dancing and cheering excitedly

With no guilt in her heart, Constance happily shouts from the top of the sugary puffs her love for everything in her life, and the others happily back her up

It’s Not a Game/It’s Just a Ride

At this point in time, everyone’s back in their normal uniforms, drawn in their white outlines

The portal’s light gives Jane color, as she’s the one the others picked

Before Jane goes through the portal, she hugs Constance and Ricky, then steps through

A slideshow of clips appear showing of Penny’s life, before and after LEGOLAND, and the others all cuddle together to watch

As the slideshow goes by, the others are overlayed above it, so we can see their expressions now that Penny was brought back

As Penny grows older, she’s closer to her brother, she gets married, has children, is happy

When the slideshow starts showing clips of Penny growing much older, a clip is shown of children pointing at a picture

Older Penny takes a look at it and smiles. “They were my friends,” she seems to say, gently holding the picture of her and the choir

As she dies, Karnak says his final line as Virgil cuts the power cable

As sparks fly and the kids huddle close, they learn they’re not five. They’re six

Penny had come back to the afterlife after her death and the six of them were alone, in their white outlines

“But it’s not a game, it’s not a game” has Ocean picking up pieces of their outfits. A “Vote Ocean” pin, a feather boa, and black and gold cap, a cat ear headband, a doll with no head, a headband with a hat

“It’s just a ride!” has the kids in their outfits actually riding the Cyclone in full color, passing the loop that ended their lives and finishing the ride

*Now that they finished the ride in the afterlife, they all get out of the rollercoaster and reminisce about life together

“We’re all just sailing through space” is the kids as they revolve through all their outfits of the show, while talking about their lives, and their death

“It’s just a ride” has them all holding hands and spinning around, wearing the outfits for their individual songs

Then they fall to the floor and smile as they’re all together again

“And the world will keep on spinning/With no ending or beginning” has flashes of their songs, Ocean’s victory pose, Noel’s dramatic end, Mischa stopping his video, the couple’s fateful kiss, Ricky and his cat warriors, Penny taking Jane’s place on her named grave, and Constance in sugary clouds

Now in their uniforms, the Saint Cassian Chamber Choir is just a group of friends, who are all together and happy in the afterlife forever

“I know this dream of life is never ending” cuts to a girl with French braids waking up on the ground. She stands up and sees the light of the sun

“It goes around and ‘round and ‘round again” shows six friends, bonded by fate and together through time

THIS IS PROBABLY MY LONGEST EVER POST BUT I LOVE IT SO HAHA

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DJKT JCS review (Apr. 2nd 2024)

Here's a short review (for my standards) of just what happens onstage during the recently premiered production of Jesus Christ Superstar in Pilsen. Cut is for length.

The main cast for the show on the day were: Pavel Klimenda (Jesus of Nazareth), Dušan Kraus (Judas Iscariot), Charlotte Režná (Mary Magdalene), Pavel Klečka (Pontius Pilate), Jan Holík (King Herod), Jan Fraus (Caiaphas), Radim Flender (Annas), Jaroslav Panuška (First priest/Company), Lukáš Jindra (Second priest/Company), Roman Krebs (Third priest), Martin Holec (Peter), Jakub Gabriel Rajnoch (Simon Zealotes), Apolena Veldová (Virgin Mary/Jesus' Mother)

Pre-show: The show starts all the way in the theatre lobby, where instead of DJKT’s usual ads for other of their shows, all the TVs show footage of the Roman in-show propaganda posters, which are sometimes interrupted with footage of Jesus and Judas. Once you enter the auditorium, you can see the set fully exposed, lights running left and right through the first few rows, the fog machine softly running and all the screens onstage showing in-show Roman propaganda posters, all of them talk about the strength and glory of the empire, how the empire protects It’s inhabitants and preserves the empire’s culture. On the graffitti covered metal fence are tacked on a few scrunched up posters with Jesus on them. All throughout, you can hear a soft mechanical whirring in the background. As the lights dim, Jesus and Judas slowly come onstage, followed by the apostoles, from the right offstage door and observe the set and the propaganda. Jesus raises his hand in a sudden motion and the mechanical whirring in the background stops and the overture starts.

Overture: During the first notes of the overture, you can hear a few women offstage screaming for help, presumably from Roman guards. Jesus pulls out a tablet from the backpack he’s carrying and starts tapping into it. The propaganda posters start glitching as Jesus evidently starts hacking into the system and are soon replaced with slightly glitchy footage of Jesus, immaculately dressed and presented as the ideal savior, complete with soft rays of sunlight in the background. The apostles start setting up camera equipment and ringlights around Jesus, preparing to shoot more footage. One of them starts fixing Jesus’s hair with a can of hairspray and adjusting his clothes, so that he looks immaculate, just like the perfect savior of the world should look like and not a single hair is out of place. Judas only looks on disdainfully as he once in a while takes a hit from his vape pen. During the middle of the overture, a Roman guard comes in from the other side of the stage with two women and forces them to take down the posters with Jesus from the fence. Jesus once again starts intensely tapping into his tablet, choosing which footage of him gets shown onscreen until the footage shown is without a single glitch and Jesus looks proudly at the work he accomplished.

Heaven on Their Minds: Evidently fed up with Jesus’s entire spiel, Judas takes away his tablet, turns it off and yeets it onto the ground in frustration. Jesus and all the other apostles give him a look of „Bro, what is wrong with you“ before Jesus takes his tablet again and gets back to working on it. All through the number, Judas looks longingly at Jesus and looks like he’s trying to explain and reason with Jesus that his entire plan is getting out of hand and dangerous. Jesus just waves off Judas’s warnings and runs offstage.

What’s the Buzz: Jesus excitedly leads onstage two ensemble women, presumably as new members of his team. He is evidently still innocently really excited about using his built up infuence to change the world for the better. The metal fence is drawn away, revealing the squat/campsite of Jesus’s followers. Mary Magdalene is already waiting there for the group to return. Jesus whips off his coat and gratefully lays his head in Mary‘s lap and croons in delight as she cools off his forehead and cards through his hair.

Strange Thing, Mystifying: As Jesus is lounging, Judas is evidently very fed up with all the attention that is not being given to him, but to Mary. He kneels down to Jesus and tries to reason with him that so openly associating with Mary as a former sex worker will only harm the entire image and brand Jesus is presenting publically. Mary is very hurt by this. Jesus jumps up from Mary’s lap, upset that Judas dares to offend Mary and as he lectures his apostoles that only one who is innocent should throw rocks into those like Mary, Judas picks up a crushed can and wants to throw it into Mary, but one „wtf bro?“ look from Jesus stops him. It’s evident that already here, Jesus is slowly starting to lose hope whether his apostoles truly mean things as seriously as he does

Then, We Are Decided: The apostle gang along with Jesus, Judas and Mary settle down around their tents in the dim further stage. The only thing breaking the dimness is the soft blue light from Jesus’s tablet as he continues scrolling through it. Annas pushes onstage a wheelchair-bound Caiphas and helps him wash up as they scheme how to get rid of Jesus.

Everything’s Alright: Attention back on the group. Mary notices a medicine seller in the background and taking off her silver tassel necklace along with snatching some small thing from the camp, she sells them in trade for an ointment. She takes Jesus away from the main tent camp (much to Judas‘ exasperation), but he still isn’t paying full attention to her, so she takes away his tablet and makes him lay down onto a pillow made out of his coat and backpack, where she can rub the ointment into his face. Judas starts off on Mary for both unwisely spending the group’s money and for being jealous of all the attention Jesus gives her. Despite Mary’s continuous attempts to get Jesus to rest, his attention is constantly drawn elsewhere, either to longingly staring at Judas or to a poor crippled woman upstage, who he runs off to heal with his touch. In the end, Mary gets Jesus to settle down next to the tents, but he still keeps on tapping into his tablet even as the lights go dim.

This Jesus Must Die: Caiaphas and Annas along with the priests appear up on a construction overlooking the tent camp, where Jesus and everyone else rest. They are now dressed in their full uniform and plot their next step as the screens show what looks like security camera footage of the group arriving in the half devastated city

Hosanna: Jesus and co are chilling in front of their tents when excited crowd of Jesus’s followers approaches them and sings praises for him. They take Jesus up on their shoulders and carry him to a pile of old bottle crates and other old stuff to preach to them from higher up, but he kneels down to them. Amid the crowd throughout the entire play can be seen Jesus’s mother, who is an added silent role within the production. She looks on what is happening to her son, offers a distant emotional support to him, but never interferes.

Simon Zealotes: After Hosanna, Simon is evidently not content with how conventional and tame it was, so with the words „You call THIS a hosanna?“ he leads the apostles and Jesus’s followers in a wild and energetic dance, singing about how they want Jesus to make love to them. Simon looks like has the full intent of destroying property as he sings of how Jesus can easily rule over Rome thanks to his influence. Jesus still stands on the spot he was raised up to by his followers and watches them with slowly escalating horror on his face. At first, he looks like he thinks all of Simon’s talk is just fun and jokes, but he slowly starts realizing that Simon is earnest about what he says and that despite all his peaceful and calm intent with only the hope to help perhaps help as many people as he can has started turning against him and his followers have started to radicalize and there is no way to stop them

Poor Jerusalem: Jesus calms down the raging mob of his followers and reflects on how not a single of them will ever truly understand him and the pressure that being known and famous brings with it. Judas wants to offer him consolation, but Jesus walks sadly away.

Pilate’s Dream: Pilate’s bed, full of ornamental pillows, is raised up from under the stage and he wakes up with a sudden jolt and recounts his nightmare, as if slowly recounting it.

The Temple: The set is flooded with the ensemble offering their wares and dancing around. Into this wild scene arrives Jesus, closely followed by Judas, and is evidently horrified at the scene. Jesus pulls out his phone to document what is happening. Judas tries to reason with him, try to make him put down the phone and lead him away from the scene, but Jesus is firmly set on what he wants to do. He starts filming the sellers, running around the set to get each of them on video in detail before he yells them out. After everyone leaves, Jesus looks very guilty over what he did, both because he broke his principles of being the kindest person he can be, but also because this might hurt his reputation by not aligning with the persona he and his team created. Slowly, the sick people slither onstage from the shadows and beg Jesus to touch and heal/help them. Jesus tries to ignore them and emptily stares into the audience with a sad gaze, but as the pleas get more insistent and he realizes there is no way to Ignore them, but also no way to help all of them, he starts breaking down into tears and desperate screams. He runs away from the crowd far stage right after he yells at them to heal themselves and flops down onto the ground, evidently holding back tears and trying to hide them from anyone seeing them.

Everything’s Alright (reprise)/I Don’t Know How to Love Him: Mary, now with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders, tries to console Jesus, but he only hollowly answers her as he continues being huddled in the corner of the stage, hugging his knees. Mary Is evidently conflicted about her emotions towards Jesus, because she does visibly care deeply for him, but sees that he might never reciprocate her feelings. But, she bursts out into dance and appears to find happiness that she can be near him and his friend, and that thanks to Jesus, she has found a more fulfilling version of herself.

Damned for All Time/Blood Money: Judas looks very reluctant over his decision, pacing left and right over the set and looks rather scared of Annas and Caiaphas as they crowd around him. Annas holds out a red pouch of money in offer to Judas and only very reluctantly, Judas, with an outstretched hand under the pouch, but not touching it, tells them where to find Jesus.

Entr’acte: Jesus has one of his apostoles bring onstage a plastic foot basin and a gas can with water. He leads an apostole and then Peter to the basin and washes their feet. He then approaches Mary and helps her take off her shoes and stockings, while a few of the apostoles hoot as Mary takes the stockings off, and also washes her feet. Then, he approaches Judas, gently helps him remove one of his shoes and washes one of his feet.

The Last Supper: Judas helps set up a makeshift dining table out of crates and a wide board. The apostles sit around it and Jesus sits at the head, breaking up a loaf of bread into twelve chunks with his hands as the apostles pour one another wine. However, as Jesus sees his apostles eagerly bite into the bread as soon as it’s handed to them, without stopping to pray or discuss, a wave of melancholy goes over him. He sees that he himself is the only person there who actually cares about helping people and the world. He leaves the table to collect his thoughts, but even then, he is followed by Peter with a voice recorder, who is trying to catch everything that could  be used for their campaign. He nervously paces around the set and throws off his coat as he says how he knows none of the apostles truly care for him, before quickly snatching up his tablet and to the protest of all the apostles deleting all files from it. When he says that he knows one of them will betray him, Judas steps forward, at first talking to Jesus very matter-of-fact-ly, as if he is trying to get this conversation over and done with as soon as possible, but he starts loosing his composure as the argument continues. Jesus is very hurt by the betrayer being Judas, seemingly berating himself for not realizing sooner that Judas would be the one to do this, and is trying to hold back tears all through their argument. Jesus tearfully yells at Judas to go away, but immediately clings to and embraces him. Judas embraces him in return and they sink to the ground, looking like they just want to stay in the embrace. Judas slowly separates himself and turns to leave, but as if trying to prove a point and justifying his decision, he paces around Jesus, who is still sitting slumped on the ground, eyes watery and unfocused. He tries to reason that Jesus was already hurling towards his demise and the broken state he’s now in is only a proof of that he Is not humankind’s savior, as if he’s trying to drive the knife deeper to mask that he doesn’t want to do this. Jesus once again brokenly yells at Judas to go and Judas reluctantly complies. The apostles lay down to sleep in their tents, leaving a broken Jesus alone onstage, who has been tearfully gazing in the direction Judas left.

Gethsemane: There are two stops intentionally included in the music. One as Jesus is about to start singing and the other before the first „Then I was inspired…“. Each time, the music stops as Jesus looks back towards where the orchestra is situated behind the set and he looks back almost in a plea that he doesn’t want to do this, that he doesn’t want to go through with the story and become a perhaps pointless victim all for wanting to help people. He starts almost pleading with God, but quickly turns spiteful and angsty over God deciding for him how his life will go. As he questions God what is the reason for him having to die, he climbs up the set structure, as If trying to get closer to him. Once he decides that he will do as God wants it and he will die, he screams in spite for God to watch on the destruction he’s about to cause. He ends the song bitterly resigned with tears in his eyes.

The Arrest: Judas arrives with guards in tow and approaches Jesus alone, talking to him in an almost mocking manner to mask his pain over what he’s about to do. The kiss is a gentle and brief one on the lips, as if Judas wants to get over with it as quickly as possible, but Jesus visibly leans into it with teary eyes. Jesus’s delivery of „Must you betray me with a kiss?“ with an emphasis not on the betrayl, but on the kiss and him putting a little pause before the kiss part, as it it’s hard to say out loud. The guards step forward and Jesus willingly offers them his hands to tie up. Peter tries to interfere and hits one of the guards on the head. Jesus immediately takes away his weapon while berating him and turning to the guard, he touches the wound to heal it. Annas and Caiaphas arrive. Through the scene, Judas has been trying to hide in the left corner of the stage, trying to look as if he had no part in this, until Annas directly thanks him for helping in arresting Jesus, upon which he frightfully departs.

Peter’s Denial: A few ensemble members are warming by a trashcan fire, when Peter goes by them, trying to hide his face with the hood of his yellow raincoat. He tries to play off the first denial with a smile and energy of „this Is just a stupid coincidence“, but his third denial is really angry and desperate. Mary appears at the back of the stage, worried over what Peter just did, but tries to comfort him when she sees how much it hurt him to deny knowing Jesus.

Pilate and Christ: The set changes to Pilate’s palace, complete with two green wall chandeliers made out of used bottles. Jesus is brought forth in front of Pilate, who is in his full opulent fur trimmed costume. For the questioning, Jesus is tied to the bars of a cage, which looks to be connected to electricity and made for torture via electroshocks, the guards bring forth. Mary and Peter can be seen in the background, being held back by guards. Jesus is unbound from the cage as Pilate sends him off to Herod.

King Herod’s Song: Into the earlier entry door of Pilate’s palace backs in a beaten up car with Herod sitting on the smashed in car hood. The entire song, Herod relishes in the destruction and chaos he’s causing and in traumatizing Jesus. Specifically, he pulls out the cut off head of John the Baptist from a fridge they have on set and throws it around with his minions like a ball, before rolling it onto the ground. Jesus immediately recognizes John in the head and breaks down onto the ground crying and whispering John’s name, as if trying to apologize to his spirit for being a contributing factor in why Herod executed him. Herod also very roughly slaps Jesus across the face before leaving.

Could We Start Again Please: The graffiti covered metal fence is drawn back over the set as Mary, Peter and the apostles come forth. Mary has her shawl drawn up over her hair and leads the group in a collective prayer, seemingly filling in Jesus’s place as the spiritual leader of the group. The motions the group pray with are similar to the way early Christians prayed, with both their hands raised to the sky. Mary is close to tears by the end of the number.

Judas’s Death: Judas runs onstage as the screens show footage of Jesus getting brutally beaten up by the guards, with repeated close ups on his bloodied and bruised face with tears pooling in his eyes. Judas looks very remorseful over what happened, but he tries to hold himself together all through the „I Don’t Know How To Love Him“ part. By the end of the number, he is bitterly and manically laughing up at God as he is about to hang himself. God might have had control over the narrative, but this way, Judas feels like he is taking his fate into his own hands.

Trial before Pilate: Jesus is once again brought forth, visibly weak and beaten up. Pilate circles him as a guard with a turned on phone walks in front of him and „livestreams“ the entire trial onto the big screens onstage. Mary can once again be seen in the background, being held back by the guards and looking on in worry. The crowd in the back part of the stage demands Pilate sentence Jesus to crucifiction, even when Jesus is visibly barely managing to stand and brutally beaten up. To calm the crowd, Pilate has Jesus flogged, where the guards drag him into the cage, tear away all his clothes and tie him to the bars facing away from the audience. With each hit, the lights in the room flicker. After 39 times of being hit, Mary manages to fight her way through the guards and as Jesus’s ties are loosened, she gives him a loin cloth to cover himself. As Jesus turns back towards the audience, his chest and face are visibly bloodied. Pilate tries to empathetically reason and come up with a way to somehow save him. Jesus barely, but chillingly whimpers the „Everything is fixed and you can’t change It“. The cross, which looks to be made of old iron, gets dragged onstage, with a blank cardboard plaque above the head. Pilate is handed a can of blue spray paint and paints on the Initials JC as he tells his verdict.

Superstar: A red cloth is placed around Jesus’s shoulders and a crown of thorns is forced onto his head as Judas, now wearing a red turban/headwrap instead of the previously gray one, and the soul girls, dressed as angels all in red and with giant wings, are rolled in onstage. Judas and the angels dance around and sing as the entire carrying of the cross Is recreated. Jesus falls under the cross three times, he is followed by a crowd of weeping women where he notices his mother, one of the apostles tries to help him carry the cross, he is offered a cloth to wipe his face into by Veronica. At one point, as Jesus is carrying the cross, Judas starts dancing in front of him and sort of leading him where he should go. During the final chorus, Jesus falls a third time, but away from the audience’s gaze.

Crucifiction: The cross is raised up, Jesus hanging on it with bright stage lights behind him. He whimpers on it, sometimes almost incoherently through the pain. He calls weakly his mother, who has to only watch from down below and can’t save him. All she can do is calm a weeping Mary in her arms. Jesus dies with a final whispered „Father, into your hands a commend my spirit“ and remains limply hanging on the cross.

John Nineteen:Forty-One: The cross is lowered and Peter with one other apostle take Jesus’s body off of the cross. They lay him into his mother’s arms in a pose similar to Pieta sculptures, so she can say her goodbye and then lay him on the ground, letting Mary say her goodbye. They cover up Jesus’s body with a sheet, but after they remove it after a few seconds, but Jesus’s body has disappeared. Everyone onstage lokes into the skies as they sing out the last notes.

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Hey folks! Thank you @wellbelesbian for the tag and to everyone who tagged me over the past week!

Tomorrow it will officially be a year since I posted the first chapter of my first fic, Accidents Happen. I’ve said this before but I cannot emphasise how terrified I was throughout posting (I hadn’t shared my story-writing since I was 15 and had some baggage). Now I have broken through that wall and I’m writing more than ever.

Thank you everyone who read that fic, from the bottom of my heart, and thank you everyone who welcomed me into the Simon Snow fandom. Your encouragement is why I’m still here, one year later, with a renewed love for writing and a little circle of treasured friends <3

Here’s a snippet from an upcoming chapter of For All Intents and Purposes. @erzbethluna and I are hoping to have chp 3 out soon!

This is not my first time at an American airport, but the experience is a little different when you’re doing it as the federal government intended. Last time, we’d walked straight past the fingerprint and facial recognition systems. This time, we’re travelling under our real names, with passports, and going through every check. Simon and I join the Normals in handing over our biometric data. “What next? Samples of our blood and saliva?” I grumble as I regard the machine. This whole thing makes me uncomfortable. Could these systems detect any oddity in me? Perhaps my low body temperature? Oh Crowley, will it even read my fingertips? “Baz,” Simon hisses from his machine. A security guard is regarding me, a short man with a severe brow that partners badly with his otherwise round and babyish face. Simon’s eyes stay locked on his screen, but there’s a fierceness in his stance. Drawing attention to us was precisely the opposite of what I had in mind. According to my research (films and television), you are, at any time, one badly-placed comment or unfortunate circumstance away from a nightmarish encounter with airport security. And Simon is a walking nightmare of a man, filled with the desire to hoard and brimming with fire that can be spat should I be even slightly inconvenienced. Two days ago a van ran a red light at a pedestrian crossing (one we were about to cross), resulting in Simon leaving a melted blotch in the road. Before anyone could pull out their phones, I cast we didn’t start the fire and dragged him away.

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