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Gravitation | Nathan Bateman | Ex Machina

Summary: Twin Flames; a single soul that is split into two bodies. You and Nathan have a connection like none other. He has an idea why, and you’re about to find out. [Soft!Nathan] [Soulmates Trope] [No Use Of Y/N] [Assistant!Reader] [F!ReaderxNathan] [Swearing] [Pet Name] [Invasion of Privacy - Mentioned] [Drunk Nathan]

Word Count: 5k

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The moment you met Nathan you knew there was something about him that was unlike any other person you had met up until that point. It wasn't his massive ego, his minor God complex, or his genius intellect that got your attention. It was his eyes. Something in his eyes held more than his big mouth could ever express, something familiar like you've known him since the day you were born and even before that. You doubt he knows it, that his gaze tells you every truth, every lie, every moment of his history leading up to the moment you met. He feels it though. That you can confirm. He feels something when you stare at him as he speaks and you know that it makes him uncomfortable in a way he doesn't know how to explain because he gives you looks as if you're something he's never seen, something he can't quite figure out. You are an enigma to him some days and it keeps him on his toes.

Two months pass as you live out your days with Nathan in his sprawling complex of a home slash research facility. It was strange how you came to be here, a memory almost it seems. You had been receiving emails for weeks from an unknown sender, something about a research assistant position. You didn't pay much mind, as you weren't looking for an assistant position. You wanted to land a job doing website building for Blue Book. That is what you applied for and that is what you have skill in doing. So when your phone rang in the dead of night and you found out it was the CEO, Nathan, calling you directly about the emails and the assistant position, you were shocked. One thing lead to another and you found yourself living with Nathan while he began building AI.

Being Nathan's assistant isn't exactly what you hoped for, but it's not bad. You get to see how he works, what makes that genius tick. He's not as bad as you had heard, not as full of himself, but maybe that's just because he likes you. Working with him consists of observing him, helping him document things, getting tools and equipment while his hands are full, doing facial tracking studies, talking out loud in long sequences while he records your speech patterns. Some days it feels like he studies you more than he works on the AI. Not that you mind, his gaze is undeniably attracting, so much fascination and wonder behind those wire frame glasses. He leaves you with butterflies and longing for more than casual touches.

______________________

"Nathan?" You call softly from across the lab table he is sitting at, pushing wires into the gel mass brain unit to hook it up to his laptop. "I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why did you choose me?"

He looks over his glasses as his hands still against the gel mass. He's going to lie, you know this look. It's so easy to tell. "I didn't choose you, it was random, I needed an assistant and you were a good fit."

"That's not like you. You wouldn't have some random mediocre website builder be your lab assistant."

"It's not like me? How would you know?"

"Well, I've been here for two months and I've worked and lived with you nearly every day for all hours except for when I'm sleeping. You're too calculated, precise, and prideful of your work to allow some random person into your life like this. So again, why did you choose me?"

Nathan sits up, folding his arms over his chest as he looks at you with a small smile on his lips. His eyes meet yours and you can tell he's intrigued. He has that look, like you're something shiny and new that he has yet to figure out. God you love that look.

"Well?" You push insistently. He sucks at lying to you and he looks as if he's going to try again.

"I chose you because I studied you. For weeks I went through your data, your work, your photos and posts on social media. I selected you because I could see something in you that terrified me."

You raise your eyebrows. That was not the response you expected. The data thing did not surprise you, it's Nathan and he can do almost anything on the internet with the software Blue Book is built from. You expected an answer regarding your physical appearance, reducing you to the beautiful assistant, eye candy. Not that you terrified Nathan, which in turn terrifies you because you're not sure what about yourself would ever be deemed as such.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Yes." You smile softly, turning your head away to break his gaze. It's too much. Too intense. "You've thrown me for a loop."

Nathan pushes away from the table and walks around it to sit beside you. He turns on the stool and tilts your head to look at him, fleeting fingers careful against your jaw, eyes meeting, faces only a few feet away from each other. "I chose you because I see myself staring back at me."

"What?"

"The eyes are the window to the soul. When I saw your photo I knew I had to meet you in person. I would have done anything to meet you, to see you face to face because I wanted to be right."

"Right about what?"

He gathers your hands into his and your heart beat picks up, cold sweat prickling at the back of your neck. "There is a theory that a human soul can be split into two people. It's interesting to consider, not that I believe it entirely. It's a bit of a fairytale and all. I'm curious though and I wanted to study it."

"So you brought me here to study me?" You swallow harshly. This whole time you've been part of an experiment it seems. Wonderful.

"I did."

"So I'm not your assistant. I'm your specimen."

Nathan drops your hands and stands up, walking around the lab slowly, pacing almost. He has never seemed so nervous. "You're still my assistant. You assist me do you not?"

"Yes."

"Then you're an assistant."

"Nathan. You know that isn't what I mean."

He chuckles. "Don't worry about it too much."

"I'm going to worry. You're studying me!"

Nathan sighs and walks back over to you, cupping your face in his palms as if to make you listen to him better and your heart threatens to explode. He has never been this physically affectionate with you ever yet his touch is so familiar. "I would be studying you anyway. You're my assistant, my little poseable doll, my muse which I collect data from."

"This isn't making me feel any better. Actually, I feel insulted."

"I'm not insulting you."

"Doll?"

"Fine." He says harshly. It's as close to an apology as you will ever get.

"Thank you."

Nathan drops your face and walks away again. He seems anxious now. He strides along the length of the brightly lit lab tables, hands in his pockets. The silence that fills the room is stifling, awkward, and increasingly thick with unsaid thoughts.

You slide off of your stool and wander toward the table in the enclosed chamber at the back of the room. There are mechanical body parts on the table, like a person laid out for an exam or a surgery. It's strange to think that eventually these parts will be a working form, these wires and plastic and metal plates will be an artificial life form that looks and sounds like a real human. You turn suddenly and look back at Nathan. He's staring, your fingers touching the shoulder of the body before you. It's as if you could feel his eyes on you, as if you could see yourself through them actually.

"What're you doing?" Nathan asks as he leans against the entryway, his tone far calmer than his eyes would portray.

"I don't know."

"You don't know? Let me tell you." He steps in the room and around to the opposite side of the exam table. "You're breaking my rules."

You pull your hand away and curl it against your side. "Am I?"

"Yes." He leans on the table, arms open, hands pressed to the cold top. "You're touching my work."

"Nathan I touch your work all the fucking time. I literally carried a leg across the lab for you earlier. What the hell are you talking about?"

"With permission. I gave you permission to carry that leg."

"Okay?"

"Did I tell you that you could come in here and touch this?" He gestures to the parts on the table. "Did you consider that it might not be a good idea to do that?"

"It's just laying here Nathan."

"But do you know that? Maybe I have something going on that requires these to be perfectly still."

"I put these in here yesterday. I laid them down and you haven't moved them since." You cross your arms and stare him down. "You're just trying to start a fight because you don't like the awkward tension in the room and a fight will change the subject off of why you hired me."

Nathan's head snaps up and he glares. Oh how he glares daggers right through your soul. You know you're right and he knows you're right. It's killing him not to have a comeback ready. He was so ready to fight about the AI parts that your breakdown of his thought process has destroyed all means of retaliation. It's satisfying, watching him flounder for a second.

"Cat got your tongue?" You say with the biggest smirk. His own words, his own choice of phrasing thrown back at him.

"See this is why you terrify me."

"Because I called you on your bullshit?"

"Yes." He turns and heads for the entryway. "You call me out before I even realize what I'm doing."

"So you didn't plan on coming in here and trying to start something?"

"No, I mean I did I guess but it wasn't a coherent thought. I didn't go "oh I'm going to start an argument now because I want to deflect this awkwardness", I just did it because....well I guess it was my instinct." He runs a hand over his head and braces it against the back of his neck. "I need to go for a run."

"It's raining."

"So?"

"Wear a coat."

"Are you my mother now?"

"You're doing it again." You point at him and he scowls.

"I'm leaving."

"I'll run a hot bath."

"For what?"

"For you when you get back inevitably cold and sore because you over do it on the trail."

Nathan growls, literally growls and looks pissed. "Stop! Just stop! Get out of my head!"

You walk out of the chamber and past him toward the hall door. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Don't."

"Didn't do anything."

"You will."

"Maybe. Go run."

"Fuck."

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You decide to do some research of your own while Nathan is gone. You're not supposed to get on his computer, or really contact anyone in the outside world as per your non disclosure agreement. There are exceptions though. You technically cannot discuss anything that happens in the complex but you can discuss everything else. You could call your parents but you've not had the best relationship with them since you took the job with Nathan. They didn't understand, thought you were being coerced by him and they never wanted you to be in the tech field. They wanted you to be a doctor or a nurse. If only they knew how much Nathan paid you. They would forget about that medical field shit so fast. Unfortunately your pay is related to the job so you're not able to discuss it.

You take a seat at Nathan's desk and bring up the center screen. You can see him on the security camera on the backside of the house. He's sitting on the open air deck, rain pouring down on him. Not running. This is actually perfect, you can make sure to get off the computer as soon as he leaves the camera view.

You pull up Blue Book and search "split soul theories". Tons of information pops up. You wade through the crap. Book titles, movies, songs and stuff. The only information you want is about the actual theory itself. Finally you find it, some spiritual website has the explanation you're looking for.

"Twin flames?" You mutter, skimming through the paragraphs of text.

The pages tell you about the theory that a soul can be split in two and those people are drawn together and are like two sides of the same coin. Kind of like soulmates but deeper, more connected, lives spanning every reincarnation. You shake your head. There is no way this is what Nathan is interested in investigating. It's too wild. He's a man of logic and science and biology. Not spiritual at all. Besides, you're not like him. At least you don't think so. Maybe you are...in some ways you can see how you're similar. That's disturbing and you're not going down that road.

The screen on the left is empty, the camera showing just a feed of the empty deck. Shit. You scramble to close the tab but it's too late.

"Oh dear, what are you doing?"

"Fuck," you whisper and turn around slowly to see Nathan standing in the doorway to the office. He's changed into his favorite white long sleeve and some sweatpants.

"Should I pretend you aren't on my computer with the browser open or should I just fire you now?"

"I wasn't doing anything against my NDA." You stand up and he gives you a look over his glasses.

He moves past you and sinks into his chair, turning abruptly to pull up your closed tab on the browser. "Twin flames huh?"

"Yep. Just looking shit up."

"Uh huh."

"Is that what you think we are?"

"No."

"Then what do you-"

"It's what I know we are." He turns back and raises his eyebrows. "You were watching me on the cams?"

You shrug. "Maybe."

"You're a little shit."

"As if you don't watch me when we aren't together."

"Touché." He stands and circles around to grab a book off the shelf behind you. He flips it open and starts scribbling something down.

You lean over trying to see and he tilts the book up. "What is that?"

"A notebook."

"Smart ass."

"I am." He gives his butt a smack and grins at you cheekily. "Don't worry what this book is."

"Secrets make enemies, don't you know?"

"Yes," he puts the book away on the shelf in plain sight. He knows you won't try to get it. You wouldn't disrespect his things like that, even though the lack of respect for your own is considerable in this house. "I have lots of enemies."

You roll your eyes. "That's because you're insufferable, Nathan."

"No it's because I have secrets."

"Wait, you just changed the subject...circle back here. What do you mean you know we're twin flames? How did I miss that?"

Nathan chuckles and puts his arm around your back. "You'll see, one day."

"What? That doesn't make any sense."

"Oh no it does." He guides you into the hall and closes the door behind him. "Once you think about it long and hard you'll realize it."

You walk ahead of him. "I don't get what that means and you're talking in riddles. I'm going to bed."

"I'm going to make dinner."

"And you're going to eat alone. Goodnight Nathan."

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"I know you're awake." Nathan's voice floats through the door to your room. It's some time after midnight, days since you got into it with him about the twin flame nonsense. Yet it's been playing on your mind nonetheless. "Mi luna, can I come in?"

Mi Luna? What the hell is that about? He must be shit faced drunk. You know if you open that door you won't get any sleep. You also know he could just open it since his card is all access, but he is still asking. It's the little things.

"The door is open!"

Nathan peeks in, just his face appearing around the heavy glass door. "Mi luna, it's so bright in here."

"Yeah? I've got the lamps on. It's subterranean, remember? No windows."

He slides in and closes the door. As if someone were ever going to interrupt the two of you. "Lights off."

The lights go down to just the night lights under the vanity and in the bathroom remain on. You raise your eyebrows at the man walking so carefully across your bedroom. He doesn't seem to be stumbling. That's a good sign.

"What is mi luna all about?"

"Do you like it?"

"I don't know?"

"It means My Moon."

"Okay?"

Nathan flops down on the bed and crushes your feet under his butt. "I was thinking about pet names earlier. I hate them all." He's definitely drunk.

"But you like mi luna?"

"Yeah. Mi Luna y mi sol." He extends his arm up as if to touch something out of reach on the ceiling. "My moon and my sun. Sounds romantic."

"Romantic? Since when do you like anything romantic?"

He turns his head to look at you. You're glad you can't make his face out clearly in the darkened room. You fear his eyes will tell you more than you wish to know. "You make me soft."

"I make you soft? How?"

He lets his arm go limp, falling behind him on the bed. "You're so pretty, and you're smart too. So smart." He sighs heavily like a man with much on his mind. "I've had too much tequila."

You chuckle softly. "Oh boy."

"What?"

"I've never seen you drink it, tequila makes you a different kind of drunk."

"Yeah." He reaches out to you and you take his hand. He wiggles his finger tips against yours and makes a little do-do-do noise to go with it. "I wanna marry you."

"What?" Your heart stops and his hand goes limp under yours. "Nathan, what did you just say?"

"Nothing?"

"No you said you wanna marry me."

"If you heard it then why did you ask?"

"Because I wanted to see if you'd lie."

He scoffs and sits up. "I didn't say that."

"Yes you did!"

"No I didn't. You misheard me. I don't even believe in marriage."

"Nathan."

"I'm going to the lab." He pushes off the bed and wobbles on his feet.

You kick his butt and he stumbles forward. "You're an asshole."

He looks back and even in the darkened room you can see his smile. "Am I?"

"Yes! Now get out of here. I want to sleep a few hours before you inevitably wake me up at an ungodly time despite having slept about three hours yourself."

He chuckles as he pads softly to the door.

"What's so funny?"

"I like waking you up early." He leans on the door frame, allowing it to support his body entirely. "It's my favorite part of the day. Your sleepy little yawns, heavy lidded eyes, they way your voice sounds so soft."

You ball your fists in the comforter and force down the butterflies that stir in your stomach. This isn't Nathan. This is a drunk lonely idiot. You can't catch feelings for him, he's your boss. It's honestly too late but that's not any of his business. "Go!"

"You like meeee!"

"Nathan please just go away!"

"It's my house. I don't have to." He teases and you throw a pillow at him. He laughs and slips out the door to avoid further projectiles.

You pull a pillow over your face and scream into it. He's frustrating, whiplash embodied. Fuck him and fuck how he makes you have butterflies in your stomach.

______________________

"Can I ask you something about the AI?"

"Any time." Nathan says as he punches at the bag hanging on the deck. He's been going at it for about an hour now.

You've been sitting and watching him, curled up on the bench wearing his white long sleeve shirt because it's cool out and you didn't want to go get something of your own. You've been sketching the scene of him boxing as if to preserve the memory. As if you won't be here again in a few days doing the same thing.

"Is this your first? The one on the table that we- you are building?"

He stops, steadying the bag a moment and giving you a troublesome smile. "No."

"What was the first one like?"

He returns to punching the bag in a steady rhythm. "She's human like. A little taller than me. I didn't get to make a head before the body malfunctioned."

You raise your eyebrows. "It was a woman?"

"Is. She is a woman, yes."

"She's still in around?"

"Yes." Nathan hugs the bag and looks at you almost lovingly, clearly excited to show you this AI he's kept a secret. "Do you want to see her?"

You stand from the bench you've been watching him on and he starts unwrapping his hands. You take note how his fingers look a little bruised, as if he were going too hard on the bag. "She's here?"

"Mmhmm."

"Why haven't you shown me?"

"You haven't asked."

"But we've been building a new one for this long. Why wouldn't you tell me you had another?"

Nathan grabs his glasses from the counter in the dining room as you pass through, following close behind him. He chuckles. "This new one is not going to be like the others."

"Others?"

"Yeah, the others."

"Nathan, how many are there?"

"Five?" He glances back and does a little hand motion to signify that he wasn't sure. "No, six."

You stop dead in your tracks outside the lab door. "Six? You've made six?"

He turns at the end of the hall and puts his hands on his hips. "I've been here for three years. Of course I've made six. Come on, do you wanna see them or not?"

You hurry ahead and step into where he's leading you. A lounge with big rock walls and built in cupboards. He scans his badge at the first cupboard door and opens it. Inside is half of a bot, no head, just a mechanical body with legs and no arms.

Nathan opens the next one. It has a head with a face, no legs but a torso and an arm. He opens the rest and you walk down the line. The closer you get to the end you realize they look more and more human. They have skin, and unique features, hair and everything. It's when you reach the last one that your heart stops.

Before you is a spitting image of yourself. It's as if you were made of wax. Not quite right but not off the mark. She's complete, no missing parts, but only her face is skin, the rest is the robot base model.

"Do you understand now?"

"I don't understand anything. What the hell is this?" You step back, hands clinging to your sweater at your stomach. "Nathan what is going on?"

"I built her last year. This is part of the reason why you terrify me."

"But you said...you said that you saw yourself in me and that's what terrified you?"

Nathan closes the door and stands in front of you. "You're freaked out, I get it. When I said I saw myself I meant my mind, my vision. Not like me, obviously you don't look like me. I see my soul reflected back at me."

You stumble back onto the futon and stare up at the man before you. "You brought me here because of that? Because you made a bot that looks like me?"

He steps forward and sinks down, squatting in front of you, hands landing on your thighs. "I saw you in a dream, a very vivid dream like I was in another life all together and I modeled her after what I saw because I couldn't forget. I had no idea you were real until I came across the twin flame theory while researching dreams and I decided to try and find you."

"But how did you find me?"

"Blue Book. Once I made her I scanned her face for recognition and found hundreds of matches. I cross referenced her specific features, rough age estimate, a few other things and then I found you."

You shake your head in disbelief. "I was trying to work for Blue Book. I put in dozens of applications. I was gravitating toward you all along."

"Yeah." He says breathily. "Yeah you were."

"You're my soulmate?"

"Mmmhmm." He rubs your thighs comfortingly. "It's more than that. Soulmate is a pretty blanket term but what we are is twin flames. A soul split in two that rejoins in every lifetime. I never believed in something like that, but that dream was so unlike anything I've experienced it changed my mind. I'm a man of logic and science not fairy tales and fantasies. It tore me up for a long time."

You let out a little bubble of laughter and you quickly cover it up because it's not funny, it's disbelief. "You? Nathan Bateman is my other half?"

"Don't say it like that. It's not funny."

"This is a gag right? You made that mold of my face and slapped it on the AI for this. You're fucking with me." You push him and he falls back onto his ass. "You're an asshole."

"What?!" He gets to his feet as you stand from the futon. "You think I'm lying to you about this?!"

"Yes! Why would a man like you ever believe in that stuff? You don't even believe in marriage. You're lying to get me to sleep with you or something. You're playing into my feelings and fantasies and hopes of someday finding someone to share my life with forever." You head for the doorway and Nathan grabs your hand to stop you. "Let me go. This is cruel. I never thought you would go this fucking far as to-"

"I would never do that to you." In one fluid motion he pulls you close, cradles your face and presses his lips to yours. Fireworks explode behind your eyes as they fall closed. Your heart races, body frozen against his as the world comes crashing down around you. All at once you're dizzy, breathless, excited. You're overloaded, overwhelmed and you don't know what is happening.

"Do you feel it?" He asks and you open your eyes to find him only inches away. The moment your gaze meets his you know he isn't lying. "You're the only person who I've ever felt this connection with. You know how picky I am."

"You're not lying." You mutter, remembering all the times you couldn't stop staring at him. The times when you couldn't remove your eyes from his once they met. The way you move seamlessly around each other, as if you knew each other's next move every step of the way. And most of all how you can't imagine being away from him, how you never get tired of being in his company. "Since we met I've had this feeling, and when our eyes meet-"

"We can't look away."

"Yeah." You lay a hand on his cheek, fingers fanning out over his beard. It's a strange feeling, foreign under your touch. "What do we do now?"

"We keep going."

"Keep going? Going where?"

"Ahead, with the AI, with our relationship." Nathan presses his head to yours. "Together we're going to make a perfect AI. If I hadn't started this, gotten this far into it and made the AI I based off of the dream I had of you, we wouldn't be here right now. You wouldn't be here, we wouldn't have met. I wouldn't be able to make the newest model without you."

"Yes you could. This isn't like you to say you need someone. Have you slept?"

He chuckles. "Yes I've slept."

"You could make this AI without me. You don't need me."

"But I do." He steps back, cradling your face in his hands, thumbs on your cheeks stroking softly. "You've been the key to everything. I can study your features, your expressions, your eyes...fuck your eyes, man. Sure I can get all the data from Blue Book like I did before but you're different. You make me think differently about everything."

You lean into his hand on your cheek. "Kiss me again."

"Don't have to tell me twice." He slides his arms around your back and pulls you flush against him. His mouth covers yours, a sweet kiss turning hungry quickly. He backs you against the wall, arms caging you in as he licks into your mouth. He lets out the softest moan as your hand explores his chest. It's the most vulnerable you've ever seen him.

You arch against him and he lifts your leg up as you hook it around his. You run your hand over his back and stop at his shoulders, cradling the back of his neck. "This is what Nathan in love looks like?"

He kisses along your jaw and pulls back, glasses a little askew. He looks wrecked, completely gone. Like he's drunk but on you instead of liquor. He smiles, pressing another kiss to your lips.

"You're damn right it is."

End

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galahadwilder · 5 years

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Hey! I'm following you for ML stuff, but I finally figured out you were into Batman as well, took me awhile. Do you have any advice on where to start for people who want to get into it? I just want to know which Robin is which when I read fanfiction hahaha. Thank youu

So the first thing to know is that there is no single Batman comic that will explain the entire Batfamily, because there are so many of them that the Manor must be running out of bedrooms by now. The second thing is that I’m not great at figuring out a starting place—a lot of comics are sort of aggressively mediocre and I can’t exactly tell the standout ones from the bad. Anyone who has any suggestions for anon, feel free to comment with them!

(In terms of fanfic recs: read literally anything by @unpretty. They are a wizard. Their fanfic is so good it has literally won awards.)

Now, a brief introduction to every member of the Batfamily that I can currently remember—save Alfred and Batman, who I am assuming you already know.

The Robins

Dick Grayson (Robin I, Nightwing II, and Batman IV). Richard John Grayson was a former child acrobat, member of the flying Graysons, and the first child adopted by Bruce Wayne. He is a human disaster of a Hufflepuff who makes terrible life choices, leaves his Nightwing costume on the floor of his apartment where literally anyone can see it, and doesn’t know how to cook anything but cereal. Despite his terrible lack of self-sufficiency, actually gives amazing life advice and is the heart and soul of the Batclan. There are villains who are willing to kill to protect him.

Jason Todd (Robin II, The Red Hood II, Red Robin I, Batman III). Jason Todd is the ballsiest Robin, having met Batman while attempting to steal the tire from the Batmobile, and, upon being confronted by the Goddamn Batman, decided the best course of action was to attack him with a tire iron. Jason is passionate and impulsive, but also extremely studious and intelligent. Well-liked despite his abrasiveness. He is the first Robin to die in the line of duty; when he came back, he and Bruce had a falling out over not killing the Joker, and now their relationship is rather shaky. Jason uses guns and has moonlighted as a crime boss in order to better control Gotham’s criminal element from the inside, which works mostly because he has nerves of steel and the ability to spin stunningly convincing bullshit at the drop of a hat.

Carrie Kelley (Robin II.5): See “Elseworlds and Future.”

Tim Drake (Robin III, Red Robin II, Drake I, Batman Beyond II): Tim has the greatest intellect of the Batclan; however, unlike Barbara (see “Batgirls”), Tim’s wisdom score is through the bloody floor. He figured out Batman and Robin’s identities on his own, and after Jason died he walked up to Bruce and basically told him “I know who you are and I’m Robin now,” which... worked. Tim is the least physically gifted of the Robins, but he makes up for it in detective skills and tactical intelligence. He was the only Robin to still have living parents outside of the Batfamily, though they were murdered soon into his career. He dropped out of high school and was acting CEO of Wayne Enterprises for a time. He has crippling depression and is implied to be suicidal.

Stephanie Brown (Spoiler I, Robin IV, Batgirl III): see under “Batgirls.”

Damian Wayne (Robin V): Damian is the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul, and was raised—unbeknownst to his father—by his mother and grandfather to be an assassin, as well as to be the best at literally everything (for context: despite being a young teenager, he technically holds multiple unaccredited PHDs). However, this stunted his social development, so he is rude and abrasive almost constantly, though he has been getting better and his closest friends and family can see that he’s covering for a superiority/inferiority complex a mile deep. Damian has a constant need to prove himself and has taken up his father’s adoption habit, though he prefers animals. Animals are better than people.

Duke Thomas (Robin ??, The Signal): Duke Thomas was the first metahuman Bruce allowed into the Batfamily. Originally decided to take on The Riddler by himself at the age of... seven or so? Eventually joined a collective called “We Are Robin” and fought crime, unsanctioned. After his parents were driven mad by Joker Venom, Bruce took him in. He now fights crime in the daytime, unlike the rest of the Batfamily, using his nebulously-defined extrasensory abilities to augment his Batfamily training.

The Batgirls

Barbara Gordon (Batgirl I, Oracle I): while Tim may be the most intelligent member of the Batclan, Babs is the all-around smartest. Her intellect is damned high, and unlike most of the Batfamily, Barbara is actually capable of making good decisions. She just... decides not to, most of the time. Barbara is the daughter of Commissioner James Gordon and was the first Batgirl; she lost the use of her legs when Joker shot her in the spine, but refused to take a backseat in the Batclan’s war on crime and became Oracle, hacker extraordinaire who directs the activities of every single vigilante in Gotham from her clocktower lair. She has since regained the use of her legs and reclaimed the Batgirl mantle, turning Oracle into a living AI.

Helena Wayne (Batgirl I.5, Huntress I): see “Elseworlds and Future.”

Cassandra Cain/Wayne (Batgirl II, Black Bat I, Orphan I): Cassandra is the daughter of assassins Lady Shiva and David Cain, and had what is hands-down the worst childhood of the entire Batfamily (her father would shoot her in the leg, and if she flinched, he’d shoot her again). She was raised without spoken words, and as a result the language centers of her brain are more adapted for body language than words. This gives her a kind of combat clairvoyance where it’s nearly impossible for a human combatant to surprise her. After her first murder, she swore to never again take a life, and joined the Batclan to atone. I personally believe that she is Bruce’s favorite child and the true heir to the mantle of the Bat.

Stephanie Brown (Spoiler I, Robin IV, Batgirl III): the daughter of Arthur Brown, a criminal known as Cluemaster, Stephanie became a vigilante specifically to oppose her father and then just had a bunch of mission creep. She is brash, sarcastic, and reckless, but has oodles of passion and natural talent. DC editors hate her, so she ends up screwing up or getting pushed aside a lot, but she is much more competent than she appears and is extremely good at getting people to underestimate her.

Others

Kate Kane (Batwoman I): Kate Kane is Bruce’s cousin, dishonorably discharged from the military under “dont ask don’t tell,” though this has likely been retconned thanks to DC’s sliding timescale. She is actually specifically not connected to the Batfamily, being more of an auxiliary member by her own choice—as a military woman, she dislikes their methods and considers them sloppy. She uses guns, has her own rogues’ gallery unconnected to her cousin’s, and is extremely competent.

Jean-Paul Valley (Azrael I, Batman II): Jean-Paul believed himself to be an ordinary college student, but was in fact a genetically modified super-soldier created to punish the wicked through the use of magic and advanced technology. He eventually broke his conditioning thanks to Batman and joined the family, even taking over for Batman briefly after Bane broke his back. (This proved to be a terrible decision.) He fights using powered armor and enchanted medieval weaponry.

Harper Row (Bluebird I): I know very little about Harper except that she is openly bisexual and uses hilariously oversized sci-fi guns.

Claire Clover (Gotham Girl I): a metahuman with Superman-like abilities; however, the more she uses them, the faster her lifespan burns away. Last I checked, she was working with Bane for some reason to do bad things to Batman. Don’t know why. She’s odd.

Lonnie Machin (Anarky I, Moneyspider I): may or may not be the son of The Joker. Lonnie is a genius Anarchist, but not of the “bomb-throwing” variety—in fact, he detests bombers. Briefly acted as Tim’s Oracle, since, thanks to extensive neurological self-modification, he’s one of the few people in Gotham who is actually more intelligent than Tim is.

Helena Bertinelli (Huntress II, Batgirl briefly I think?): daughter of a crime family that got wiped out by a rival crime family. However, she didn’t know her family was mafia, and as a vigilante in Gotham ended up trying to operate under Batman’s rules. Wasn’t very good at that—she’s a bit too vicious and brutal, despite her attempts to rein herself in. Uses crossbows primarily.

Elseworlds & Future

Terry McGinnis (Batman Beyond I): the definitive future Batman. Thanks to Amanda Waller and superscience shenanigans, Terry is the biological son of Bruce Wayne. He wears a highly advanced batsuit that is closer to powered armor than a costume, which gives Iron Man a run for his money. Unlike Bruce’s obsessive preparedness, Terry’s skillset lies in improvisation.

Carrie Kelley (Robin II.5): the Robin of the dystopian timeline of The Dark Knight Returns. It’s been a while since I read DKR, so I don’t remember much about her.

Helena Wayne (Batgirl I.5, Huntress I): Bruce and Selina’s daughter from another dimension.

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itsclydebitches · 4 years

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I know you say that the Adam stuff in v3 was a good example of visual storytelling in rwby, do you think there is anything else, in your opinion

Yes! Let’s praise poor RWBY for once lol

I’m sure there’s a lot that I could choose from but that would require me combing back through old content to jog those memories. So let’s stick to Volume 7. Overall, I quite enjoyed the JNOR vs. Neo fight. There are plot convenience issues (the stupidity of having the group carry the relic around instead of putting it in the vault) and choreography issues (I’ve heard a number of complaints about the slow-mo and how Jaune and Oscar don’t integrate well with Ren and Nora), but the fight does a good job of conveying a lot of information visually. It’s one of the few moments in the volume where I felt like RT was successfully a) using the medium to its advantage and b) achieving more than one thing in a single scene.

Warning: Here be lots of screenshots.

First, I want to acknowledge that lately RT has been demonstrating a talent for horror-esque writing. RWBY obviously isn’t in the horror genre, but via the Apathy we saw that RT can crank up the creep factor when they choose to. This scene does something similar (though admittedly much more subtly) and it starts with the opening shot of the destroyed guards.

It’s a simple thing, but note how dark the room is, especially compared to the hallway outside. This is supposed to be a terrifying moment. The team has just arrived looking for Oscar and have instead found a disaster zone. There are scorch marks on the walls. The guards aren’t just lying powered down, they’ve been hacked to pieces. Though AIs without aura or souls, they’re designed to look like people and at first glance it definitely seems like we’ve got three bodies decorating the bedroom. Nora’s panicked cries tell us how bad the situation is, but we get that loud and clear from these visuals first. Also note how, despite being lighter, the hallway is dominated by a very deep red. I’d actually say to a certain extent this is a mistake - the pink/reds of the environment make it easy for Neo and Nora, with their predominantly pink costumes, to blend in too well during the fight - but in regards to color associations we get some nice shots throughout that convey danger and high emotions.

When “Oscar” comes on the scene we know, instantaneously, that it’s not Oscar. Not just because we as the audience know that Neo is off doing something nefarious, but because via the language of film/television that’s not how you re-introduce an established character. You don’t hide their face like that unless you’re about to reveal something - like the fact that that’s not really them. This is also the first of a number of medium closeups on the relic, putting emphasis on it first because someone currently holds it who should not have it, and then as a means of reminding the viewer what this fight is about.

Via some great attention to detail, we see again the clear wrongness about this “Oscar.” That’s not how Oscar stands. That’s not how Oscar smiles. More than just animating him differently, this shot pulls from those subtle horror tropes. He has the dead-eyed look of a doll or a supernatural being that immediately makes the viewer (if not Nora) go, “Wait...” It helps that Oscar is a short boy with dark hair. Put him in different clothes and he could play any number of possessed kids.

With Neo’s deception revealed, we get what the fandom knows is not good visual storytelling. AKA, Oscar charging down the whole length of the hallway while Neo just stands there and lets herself get hit. I don’t need to re-hash how stupid that was. What I like a lot more is the subtleties in how she communicates given that, obviously, Neo can’t rely on any dialogue. Coming out of the hit she immediately has her umbrella leveled at the group and pulls out the blade to communicate, “Yes. I’m taking you on.” The neat choice though is that she brings the umbrella down to do it. She takes her weapon off the group, if only for a moment. Jaune has just gotten done insisting that she should give up because it’s four to one. The blade says, “I’m taking you on” but lowering her umbrella likewise says, “I’m so confident about taking you on I’ll even make myself vulnerable for a second.”

Which retroactively makes her getting hit like that even stupider but it’s fine we’re moving on.

During this time we also get a lot of insight into Oscar. Check out how utterly bedraggled he is, showing us how tough the initial fight with Neo was and how lucky he is to have escaped. He clutches the relic close to his chest and stares, scared, at the rest of the team. Oscar hasn’t reached a point yet where he instinctively draws his weapon and prepares to defend himself (indeed, he didn’t even have his weapon out during that initial encounter. That’s one hell of a rookie mistake). He’s still a terrified kid who hopes he won’t have to fight at all, literally hiding behind more powerful friends. This is all great characterization, the only problem is consistency. Nothing about Oscar has been consistent. One moment he’s holding his own against Lionheart and insisting he fight Hazel. The next he’s getting his ass kicked by Neo and cowering at the prospect of more. One moment he’s positively done in by these fights, horrified, scared, unsure of himself. The next he’s confronting the general of a kingdom with all the wisdom of Ozpin. This guy:

and this guy:

Exist about fifteen minutes apart. Because though RWBY is great at visual storytelling within each scene, they don’t keep it consistent from one scene to the next. Which is why Oscar is (accurately, imo) animated as an inexperienced kid in Scene #1 and then inexplicably becomes a wise old mentor in Scene #2. Not because anything occurred between Scene #1 and Scene #2 to create that change (let alone such an extreme change), but only because the show suddenly wanted Ironwood to look like an unhinged character. How do you achieve that? Not by having the guy he’s talking to act as winded, wild, and emotional as him, but by having Oscar speak calmly, rationally, softly, sounding oh-so-persuasive so you don’t listen to the actual words he says and how nonsensical they are (you’re as bad as Salem). Instead, you pay attention only to the visuals (Ironwood looks crazier than Oscar so he must be wrong). Ironwood is a great example of how RT sometimes tries to get visual storytelling to outweigh basic logic/what’s been said on screen.

Anyway, I’m getting off track. The fight begins and I do still love how Oscar is depicted here, even if it doesn’t align with what we get later. The moment that umbrella and cane cross was great because who doesn’t love visual symmetry? Oscar grabbing Neo is wonderfully in character because he’s barely trained! He’s a kid! He’s flying by the seat of his pants and going with whatever vaguely successful act pops into his head. The absurdity of, “I’m just going to grab her” is tempered by Oscar’s furiously determined expression as well as Neo’s brief look of shock. It works up until they realize what Oscar grabbed was just a copy.

I mentioned early that JNOR often doesn’t work well as a team, unless it’s specifically in the context of Jaune giving orders and the others executing them. Oscar and his lack of integration is obviously exempt from this, being the newbie both to fighting and this particular team’s dynamics, but Ren, Nora, and Jaune have no excuse. The first half of this fight is a good example of what I mean. We see Nora attack. She’s tossed aside. Then Ren attacks. He’s slammed into the wall. Oscar attacks (umbrella vs. cane) and it’s only at the last second that Jaune arrives with his shield to stave off a blow that would fell him too. Why is everyone taking turns here? They know none of them can beat Neo one-on-one and Jaune just said that their victory lies in it being four-to-one. So why separate out all the attacks? Arguably we can read this as a major flaw of JNOR’s and visual setup for something they’ll have to overcome later. In reality though I highly doubt this was deliberate on RT’s part, leaving this as bad visual storytelling (in that it makes the characters look stupid) as opposed to good visual storytelling (JNOR will realize this flaw and work to correct it).

After Neo disappears we get a chase through the hallway that does a great job of showing us precisely how weaker Oscar is compared to his teammates. He doesn’t have their stamina, breathing heavily and falling further and further behind. At one point (screenshot #2) he arrives just in time to find the team turning back in the direction he’s just come, showing not only how he can’t physically keep up, but also his place in this team/the group. He’s literally not with them. Anyone who has followed my blog knows my thoughts on how the group has treated Oscar and if (again) I were inclined to think that RT was aware of that treatment and working to integrate it into the show with the intent to resolve it, this would be another great detail. As it is, I think Oscar as a character is just continually going to get the short end of the stick. In particular, the crane shot shows us exactly how far behind Oscar is. The others charge ahead without him, not caring where he is or if he can keep up. Which leads to this.

Oscar rounds another corner and they’re gone. Nowhere to be seen. If anyone had the thought, “He’s not that far behind. It’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be,” Ren, Nora, and Jaune were clearly moving fast enough to round another corner and leave Oscar stranded. Here those subtle horror elements come back into play, particularly the maze-like design of the corridors. The only unique marker we get is the info board, otherwise it’s all identical hallways, housing a killer, with Oscar now left alone in it. The long shot makes him look small and emphasizes his isolation.

Then he’s attacked and it’s suitably scary. The hand over his mouth. The dark room again. We only get the briefest glimpse of Neo-as-Nora before she attacks, but that one second is another excellent moment of animation. Nora has never sauntered away like that. Even the quickest look in an action-driven scene is enough for the viewer to go, “Nope. Not Nora.”

The attack itself is the one moment where I think the slow-mo serves a good purpose. We might know (via that quick shot, how characters act (Nora is unlikely to pull Oscar aside like that) and expectations for how a story functions) that that’s not Nora, but Oscar doesn’t know that. The slow-mo gives us - and him - the chance to focus on Neo’s eyes changing, that stomach-dropping moment of realization, and we see Oscar’s horrified shock in the close up on his own eyes. Though RWBY doesn’t always grapple with the emotional implications of every encounter, I think it’s worth noting that this can really mess someone up. Oscar thought he was safe with an ally and had the rug pulled out from under him. He will now forever have the image of Nora attacking him, regardless of the fact that it was really “Nora.” Jaune likewise exclaims in horrified surprise when “Nora” charges him down the hallway. The ability to turn into someone else is an advantage that Neo knows how to use to its fullest. Not just in regards to spying, but how to unsettle your opponent too.

Waiting for the day she turns into Pyrrha ngl.

We see that same work when she encounters Ren. Admittedly, I’m torn on this one. If only because I agree with others when they ask, “Doesn’t Ren spar with Nora all the time? He should be able to hit her.” The context of “Barely trained kid thought he was with a friend and then watches said ‘friend’ attack him” is not the same thing as, “Much more experienced fighter realizes the moment ‘Nora’ rounds the corner with an umbrella that that’s not her, has no doubt hit her numerous times in the past during training, yet for some reason can’t bring himself to hit her now.” It... doesn’t quite work. Here, I think RT does a good job of showing us Ren’s distress, it’s just that this is paired with a very bad job of establishing what that distress is and why it exists. This is what we needed to hear about during the party conversation. If Ren and Nora had actually talked rather than just kissing, we might have understood why Ren is suddenly incapacitated here when “Nora” looks at him sadly.

As said though, the emotion of the scene is great even if we don’t quite know where it came from. Neo’s pitiful look, Ren freezing in shock (check out the red there too), his dumbfounded expression as he just sits in the middle of a battle, and when we come back to him we see the tear tracks. Overall, this scene does a great job of incorporating lots of information beyond “Team JNOR is fighting Neo for the relic.” We just need to connect that information better to what came before this scene (Ren) and what comes after (Oscar).

Finally, Neo slams into the other guards and transforms again. I love this final shot of her, both for how she moves and the implications of the transformation itself. Meaning, Neo is a professional. She had a job and she did it. Once the relic was in her possession and she had an escape route, she took it. Neo doesn’t get distracted by taking revenge - these are some of the people we fought against when Roman died - or trying to take them out to please Cinder, or even just going after them because she’s Evil. Neo is focused, no unnecessary actions taken, and that, just as much as her semblance and skill, is what makes her dangerous.

#Anonymous #rwby #mymetas

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years

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Fic Idea- Like in IM3, Tony calls a suit in his sleep and Stephen comforts him? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Love Between Us

Stephen blinks tiredly at the sudden jolt in the bed next to him and he looks over his shoulder to find Tony flinching in his sleep. Another nightmare. The man could probably write a book with the variety of nightmares he had. Whether it was the now rare nightmare of the wormhole during the Chitauri invasion (rare because he was used to traveling by portal because of Stephen and on occasion Wong; he didn't trust any other sorcerer's), Sokovia, Siberia (those dreams were uncommon as well since he made amends with Steve and Bucky), or anything his subconscious could come up with involving Peter and/or Stephen. Those were always the worst. They scared him to a point that he would often wake in a panic attack and even after he calmed down, he would drag Peter out of bed and into the master bedroom.

Those nights were even worse if Stephen wasn't home. The panic would last longer, and more often than not, FRIDAY had to wake up Peter anyway so the teen could help his father claw his way back to reality.

"Tony." Stephen rasps as he carefully reaches out. "Love, wake up."

He would later blame his sleep muddled mind for the terrible decision he made of grabbing Tony's shoulder. The engineer's reaction was instantaneous. He grabs Stephen's hand in a death grip, nearly crushing it, and in turn making it incredibly painful, and the sorcerer had to fight through the pain to conjure a shield with his free hand just as one of Tony's suits crash into the room. It fires a repulsor at Stephen that he successfully deflects with the shield and then attempts to shake his husband into awareness.

"Victor! Override FRIDAY and power down the suit!" The doctor wrenches his hand out of Tony's grip as the suit powers down and he gently grabs the billionaires face. "Tony...Tony look at me! You're okay."

The two struggle for a few more minutes until Tony finally becomes more aware of his surroundings and releases a shuddering breath. Stephen didn't dare move as he let the elder man take in the room through less frantic eyes and get his breathing under control. It took about five minutes for Tony to get back to some semblance of normal, and when he did, the first thing he noticed was one of Stephen's hands shaking uncontrollably.

The one he had unintentionally crushed in one of his own.

"Oh shit." Tony exhales sharply as he grabs the injured hand as gently as possible. "I hurt you didn't I?"

"I don't care about that right now. Are you okay?" Stephen asks softly. He didn't withdraw his hand though. Tony would massage the pain away to make up for the damage he caused, but the sorcerer let him because it would distract him from the panic.

"Yeah. Fine. I'm--" Tony glances behind the sorcerer in his lap and blanches at the sight of one of his suits standing by the door. "Fuck! I did it again--"

"Tony." The sorcerer interrupts quietly, getting the man to focus back on him. "Calm down. I had Victor take care of it."

There was worry in dark brown eyes, but Stephen just slid his free hand down to Tony's neck to bring him into a hug. The engineer carefully drops the doctor's other hand to wrap his own arms around Stephen's waist, and rests his forehead on his bare clavicle. It was the only comfortable position for Tony since Stephen was still straddling his legs but it was still pleasant. Stephen knew that his husband was worried he would leave to sleep somewhere else, but the doctor wasn't Pepper. Unlike him, she had no way to protect herself from a suit like Stephen did, so it was understandable the moment left her shaken. She was also lucky that Tony had woken up and realized what was happening before the suit attacked and managed to shut it down.

Stephen was not so fortunate, but he had magic and Victor. This was not the first time this incident with a nightmare and a suit had happened, and it was one of the reasons Tony integrated Stephen's AI into the entire tower. He also gave Victor authorization to override FRIDAY in case of an emergency. Karen had the same authorization, but it was only if both Tony and Stephen were incapacitated or something. Peter was aware of the fact but thankfully hasn't needed to use it. Yet.

"Better?" Stephen asks as he drops his head to press his forehead against Tony's.

"Better." The man confirms as he gives the younger a gentle kiss. "I'm sorry."

"Everything is fine. You took care of my hand and the suit didn't hurt me." Stephen moves away. "Do you need Peter?"

"...no."

"Okay...do you think you can go back to sleep?"

Tony laughs half-heartedly. "Not a chance."

Stephen nods and grabs Tony's watch off the nightstand to look at the time. Five in the morning. He wouldn't try to trick Tony into sleep then. So, after returning the kiss, he moves off of his husband's lap and climbs out of bed to make his way out of the room.

"I'll go start some coffee for you. At least this early we can enjoy the calm before the storm."

Tony frowns, not having moved an inch. "Babe, you don't need to do that. Go back to sleep."

"Do you want coffee or not?"

"Skip the water. Just give me the beans." Tony says as he finally slides out of bed and points at his dark suit. "You have to go back to bed. Think long and hard about what you did."

The suit lights up and makes its way back down to the lab and Tony smiles when his words earn a snort of amusement from Stephen.

"Did you just ground your suit?"

"It attacked you."

"No it didn't." Stephen lies.

"Don't lie to me Stephanie." Tony walks over to the sorcerer and fingers the charred fabric on the shoulder of Stephen's shirt. "At least it was just your shirt. That can be replaced."

Stephen sighs and heads out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to start the coffee, and Tony follows silently, except instead of joining him in the kitchen, he goes into the living room and sits on the couch. The next few minutes pass quietly, with only the low sound of the tv to fill the void, and Stephen makes himself some tea as he waits for the coffee to finish brewing. There was no doubt in his mind that Tony felt awful about sending the suit after Stephen, but he was at least handling it a bit better than before. He was probably glad that he had the mind to give Stephen control of the tower through Victor so he could stop the suit on command this time.

Last time, the doctor actually got hit because it was the first time and Stephen hadn't been expecting it. He had to yell at Tony to wake him up so the engineer could stop the suit. Stephen was able to heal himself without any problem but Tony felt guilty and wouldn't go to bed for three days with the fear it might happen again. At least in those three days, he came up with the idea of letting Victor and Karen override FRIDAY. She was still the main AI for the tower though.

"Straight black or do you want your pound of sugar?" Stephen teases.

"I want it as dark as my soul." Tony returns, making Stephen chuckle as he pours the coffee into the mug.

"I better put some milk in it then."

"Are you insinuating I'm nice? I don't do nice. I'm a sarcastic asshole that--"

"That adopted a fifteen year old boy from Queens when his last remaining relative died so he wouldn't go into the system. That made me a suit to give me extra physical protection. That forgave a brainwashed man that killed your parents and the man that hurt you to protect him." Stephen joins Tony on the couch with two steaming mugs. "That always takes the spot on the bed closest to the door whenever we go on vacation so anyone stupid enough to come after me and Peter has to get through you first--"

"There are other things I'd rather have you stroke than my ego." Tony interrupts this time as he takes his coffee. No milk in it despite the sorcerer's joke much to his pleasure. "You make it hard to hate myself."

Stephen props his feet on the coffee table and then leans against Tony's side, prompting the engineer to throw an arm around his shoulders as he sets his own feet on the table. "Isn't that why you married me?"

"Actually I married you because you stepped into a parent role for Peter when you didn't have to. You protect our world from magical threats instead of using your magic to heal your hands and go back to being a neurosurgeon. You glare the team into behaving before the drive me crazy. You make sure Peter and I get fed and sleep on a regular basis...you really are a MILF--"

Stephen rolls his eyes. "Alright. I get it."

Tony grabs the back of Stephen's head and pulls him into a passionate kiss. Coffee and tea intermingling briefly before the engineer pulls back away.

"I married you because I love you, cuore mio."

Stephen turns bright red, the blush reaching the tops of his ears, and quickly throws a free hand over Tony's mouth. "Don't get me started. It's too early for that."

Tony chuckles after the hand is moved away. "I'm serious Stephen."

He knew. Stephen got annoyed when the engineer always used nicknames for the sorcerer, but over time he realized Tony only ever really used his name when he was serious. He had gotten so used to the nicknames, that when his husband actually used his given name, Stephen stopped and listened. Like now. It just made Tony's words that much more intense. It held the feelings the elder had difficulty showing at times.

"I know." Stephen mutters finally after some tv filled silence. "I love you too."

#tony stark #ironstrange #mama bear stephen strange #supremefamily

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enchantment1385 · 5 years

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My most magnificent mega must (have) mods memo.

So, I’ve been putting this off (big surprise!), but the time has come! I am going to try and provide some recommendations of my favorite mods. Mods I will not play the game without, or mods I love so much, I can’t recommend them highly enough! Hopefully some of you will find a new excuse to play one of these games again! I will split the list up into games so you skip if you don’t play a certain game. Again, these are my personal recommendations, so please don’t get all bent out of shape over this people. I also won’t be adding the very amazing utility mods (such as SkyUI or mcm or mod organizers) as I feel these are required mods. Today's installment -

~Skyrim~

VIGILANT + VIGILANT Voiced - English Addon Okay, where do I start with the amazingingness of the mod? It’s massive, compelling, scary (chapter 3 holy fucking shitballs, batman!), and just absolutely perfectly executed on every level horror mod! This is not a mod you complete in a couple of hours, this you need to put aside a day or 2 and go through all 5 chapters! 1 guy made this. 1 awesome japanese dovha, alas it’s not as adored as it should be as, when originally released, the english subtitles (literally translations from Google) didn’t really translate well... or at all at some points. Hence why you need the voiced addon which makes this mod a 15+ hour, fully awesomely voiced adventure to seek out daedra, and be physically, and morally tested by the one and only Daedric Prince of domination, Molag Bal. Your choices WILL affect the outcome. This mod gives you everything you want from a mod. New weapons, new armour, new enemies, dark soul like boss battles, new places, new people, new land. With Halloween quickly approaching, this is the perfect time to give this a shot!

Legacy of the Dragonborn

I stayed away from this mod for SO long thinking it was just a massive oversize player home to put all your crap on display. I was wrong. I was SO wrong. This mod is the ultimate scavenger hunt turned up to 11. It adds some of the best mods out there and puts them all together to make you WANT to go find that bloody staff, or helm, because A, it now looks amazing, and B, there’s a place for EVERYTHING in the museum, it must be filled! It adds old relics, new quests, a very gorgeous fair sized player home, you get to go to Elsweyr, and even get an airship you CAN use later! And trust me when I say, there is nothing that looks quite as impressive as your dovah walking around a city with your massive ass airship looming overhead. The way everything gets placed into the world is fucking flawless, and if you’re bored or just want more out of Skyrim, this is the mod that does that, and WAY more. Also a massive bonus, it has several patches for other mods that didn’t get incorporated (vigilant being among them) to add extra wings for you to display the items from other mods!

Interesting NPCs

Another mod I stupidly avoided to begin with. So as we know, vanilla followers are... meh. But now with all these new battles and exploring you have to do, you might want someone watching your back, right? Forget vanilla, time to go interesting! This mod adds -

• 250+ Voiced NPCs • 25+ Followers with Location Based Commentary • 15+ Marriage NPCs

This mod makes Skyrim feel inhabited, but with REAL people. People who you can, should, and will want to talk to. The voice acting is just fantastic, the characters are an absolute joy, they fit into the world so perfectly you’d never know they weren’t there all along! Well... Except for the fact they’re actually interesting, and have more than 5 things to say! It also has something called ‘Super Followers’. These followers actually comment on what’s happening in your story. Just about to go kill your first dragon? They have something to say about it. Just joined the college of mages? Have a chat to see what they think! I can not express how much this will change your game, but 151% for the fucking better! Oh! And just in case you were running short on things to do, this also adds 50+ more quests! *(footnote) Pleaaassssee go to Soljund's Sinkhole and take Rumarin with you. What he says when you clear that place out has me laughing my ass off every time.

Immersive Citizens - AI Overhaul

Are you tired of being the only one is Skyrim who actually seems to DO anything? Are you weirded out by the fact when you walk into an inn at 4am everyone is doing the same thing as they were at 2pm last week? Confused as hell by the comment ‘Do you hunt? The plains outside Whiterun are ripe with game.’ How the fuck would you know, Anoriath?! You never leave Whiterun, dude! EVER! That ends with this mod. Now people have routines. They sleep, they eat, they walk around, they don’t just stay in one place all the time! It makes the npc’s go from a static feature and changes them into actual people, or goes a long way to help! Even people like carriage drivers now have a lil tent near the carriage, and will even take shelter under cover if it starts raining. (if it’s not too far from the carriage!) Random people will now not try and fight the big dragon who is burning everything to a crisp, but instead run away and take shelter, you know, like a normal person would? Which is helpful, as I tend to hit them with a stray spell then get into shit for accidentally electrocuting the blacksmith or someone who shouldn’t have stood in the way of the MASSIVE FUCKING DRAGON IN THE FIRST PLACE! Anyway... This mod is awesome and makes all the vanilla npc’s less static and weird!

Relationship Dialogue Overhaul - RDO

Don’t know about you but, I’m kinda bored with the dialogue in this game. The same 5 lines on repeat, over and over and OVER again. I want people who hate me to say something a bit more nasty that ‘What do YOU want?’ This mod adds over 5000 lines of dialog that was never used. Braith finally has more insults to throw at you! Which is great, because I hate that kid and now you will too! Your rivals will be rude to you. Your friends will compliment you. And your spouse will finally say more than a handful of lines to you! With this and the AI overhaul Skyrim will finally feel like it’s come alive. It seems like such a small addition, but it makes a huge impact when you hear lines that you’ve never heard before!

PC Head Tracking and Voice Type & Expressive Facial Animation (M) (F)

So we’ve finally got a living breathing Skyrim, and holy shit, it’s a beautiful thing, right? Time to focus on bringing you to life. Don’t know about you, but I found it plain fucking odd that I didn’t ever look at the person who’s talking to me. Like, not even accidently. I also found it creepy the only time I ever made any sound whatsoever was when I shouted. So the first mod is going to fix that shit. You’ll finally look at the person talking to you, or at that dagger you’re just about to steal. What's more, you’ll be able to assign a voice to yourself, so you’ll greet people who talk to you. Fun doesn’t stop there! You can download voice packs such as, Ciri, Yenifer and loads of others! But... What if you know who you want them to sound like and there isn’t a pack for them? Well, make your own! The page is really good and explains how. So we’re not a clueless goon anymore, we look and talk, but that basically makes us no better than the T 800 terminator. The second mod will make you actually have emotions, instead of constant blank face. You’ll smile at friends and loved ones, and scowl at people who you hate, like you Elrindir. For the last time, I didn’t mean to steal the fucking apple pie! But I think me spending HUNDREDS of gold should have made up for that and did NOT warrant you sending a group of thugs to come kick the shit out of me! Sorry. Just... Some unfinished business between me and that bastard bosmer.

Enhanced Lights and FX

I have a potato as a laptop, as such a lot of these amazing ENB’s are totally off the table for me. But... We all deserve a pretty Skyrim, right? Fuck yes we do! And this is the mod that does that for me. So there are two versions of this bad boy, and you will really want to think about which one you want to go for. You’ve got standard, or hardcore. The MAIN difference is, the hardcore version will make dungeons dark. No, I mean pitch black darkness. Really think you know bleak fall barrow? Install hardcore then go run through it. It make sense that it would be dark down in these places, but fuck me dark is now really dark, which I personally love, but you might not. Install at least the main file and the weather mod and I guarantee when you boot your game back up you’ll be saying ‘wow’.

Enhanced Character Edit OR RaceMenu

Okay, first off you only need one or the other NOT both. Here’s the difference. If you want to make a character that looks like they’re from FFXV or korean mmo, you’ll want to get Enhanced character edit. They’re all so damn pretty! Even the men are pretty! If you want something a little less cute looking and maybe more mature, Racemenu is character creator for you. Both give you a TON more customization when creating your new oc, down to finger and toe length and what’s not to love about that??

Enhanced Camera

You finally have a body in first person mode. not just hands when attacking. Which FYI Bethesda, is creepy as fuck. Next mod.

Familiar Faces

Right, last one as we could be here forever, but I need to do more of these things for other games so let's finish with something stupid, but awesome, shall we? You know who’d make the best companion? That spellsword character you made. Or the sneaky archer. Or that tanky as fuck warrior, but they’re on that other save.. No more! When you fire up the game with this mod installed, you get a portal stone placed in your inventory. Use it and get get warped into this empty hall. Go to any of the books on the pedestals and hit yes when prompted. You, your abilities, spells, shouts, game progress and inventory has just been recorded. Load up another save and do the same in a different book, then you can go recruit... you! You can even make yourself marribale! Got that perfect otp? Create them both and have them travel around with you! Want them to use their shouts? No problem! Want them to not use shouts? That’s fine too! Isn’t that overpowered? Who gives a flying fuck?!

Now go have fun in Tamriel, Bahlaan fahdonne!

#skyrim #tesv #skyrim mods #i tried to keep it short #there are so many good mods #but tried to keep it to stuff that will make your game better #and not add things that are really down to personal preference #like body mods #or armour #i may have rambled a bit #all of these mods are available on oldrim and special edition #the links are for oldrim

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intothestarkerverse · 5 years

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Time of Our Lives (Part Three)

Based on a prompt from @geekymarvel

Peter is tasked with an important mission that requires him to go back in time. Finding himself at a gala for Stark industries in the 1990’s, he comes face to face with a young and incorrigible Tony Stark who considers Peter’s attempts to deny his advances a challenge. Now, dogged by a horny young CEO who won’t take no for an answer, Peter’s task has become much more difficult….

(STORY CONTAINS ENDGAME SPOILERS)

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“Get on your radio. I want S.H.I.E.L.D. I want the F.B.I. I want the N.S.A. I want everyone with a god damn badge and an acronym for a name here in ten minutes.” When there was no immediate response from Happy, Tony turned to take in the other man’s embarrassed expression, barely losing a step of his meaningful stride. “Tell me you have your radio.”

“I left it in the security office.”

“Of course you did.” Tony skidded to a stop in front of the elevator, reaching for his security badge for executive override and realizing with an angry growl that he didn’t have it. The kid did. “Fine, go back to the security office and call in the cavalry then.”

“I can’t let you go down there alone, Sir, it could be dangerous.”

“See, I thought I was the boss here. My name and not yours on the building, the paychecks…Happy Industries sounds like a brothel or a pizza parlor with an animatronic rat, you know? Is this a whore house or a pizza arcade, Happy? No. Then just do what I say or hit the unemployment line in the morning, I honestly don’t care which you choose.” He turned his back to thesecurity guard and began mashing the down arrow on the elevator again and again and again as if that would make it arrive faster. When it still hadn’t arrived after several seconds, he begrudgingly pushed his way through the door to the emergency stairwell somewhat placated that Happy was not behind him and had done as instructed and gone back to get the authorities. Tony honestly wasn’t worried about the kid hurting him. If Peter Parker wanted him dead, he would have killed him when they were alone in the Men’s Room. Nah, this kid was out for something other than blood...it was just a real damn shame it wasn’t sex.

By the time he reached the incinerator in the basement Tony was a little breathless. The door providing access to the inside of the incinerator for removal of ash and debris was open and there was the sound of movement echoing from within the large metal room. “All right, Kid, you’ve got at best fifteen minutes before this building is swarming with federal agents. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll run…” Tony’s words died on his lips as he stepped into the open doorway and several things became apparent at once.

That was not the kid in the incinerator.

It was, in fact, three individuals dressed in black who were collecting a myriad of items from the incinerator that Tony hadn’t recalled ordering destroyed. Two of them did not even look up from their work, but the third individual swung his considerably impressive firearm in Tony’s direction and let off several rounds of gunfire before Tony’s words had even stopped echoing in the room.

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There were very few times in Peter Parker’s life when his proclivity for mathematics and the physical sciences was a hindrance. This was one of those few times. As he slowly climbed down the never-ending shaft of the incinerator on finger tips and toes, his brain was busy calculating the height of the shaft, how much time it would take him to fall down it, how much damage he would sustain from the fall, and any number of worse doomsday scenarios.

Truth was, he knew he had nothing to worry about. He had pretty good stamina and his muscles weren’t even beginning to sting yet. In the grand scheme of things, this should be a piece of cake…but Peter had a little bit of trouble with very confined spaces ever since Vulture dropped a building on him. It wasn’t a full-fledged phobia. He certainly tried to avoid very tight places if he could help it, though, and this incinerator shaft was about as tight as they came. If he was any larger, he probably wouldn’t have been able to fit inside it. As it was, there was little more than a couple of inches to either side of his shoulders and his knees and ass were scraping the other sides as he crawled down. It was also exceptionally dark and quiet. All he could hear was the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat and the sound of his somewhat frenzied breathing against the mask of his ironspider suit. He really missed Karen. Being without the AI didn’t make the suit useless, it was still every bit as intuitive as it had ever been…but Karen was a point of comfort that he could have used as he convinced himself that the tiny incinerator shaft was no big deal at all.

Spidey sense came first, as it was always want to do. The familiar tingling at the base of his skull that flared quickly enough to a full fledged stabbing pain. Peter had learned over the years to take his Spidey sense with a grain of salt. Sometimes it had a habit of alerting him to dangers that were rather mundane and not at all life threatening. His reaction to the warning was more dependent upon the circumstances. In a fight, he was much more likely to duck, expecting an oncoming projectile, than he was in the middle of Calculus. Sometimes, for the sake of secret identities, it was important to let the spitball Flash had lobbed at his head hit him between the eyes. Didn’t mean he had to like it, though.

This time, Peter paid attention to his biological warning system, slowing down and taking the last few yards of decent much more carefully than the first hundred or so. He didn’t jump out of the shaft as he might have done without the warning, instead angling himself to cling to the roof of the incinerator as he poured his body out of the hole and was finally able to take stock of the situation.

Three men.

All in black. They were loading a reinforced metal crate with objects from the incinerator. One of which, he saw with dismay, was the one he had been sent to recover. This complicated matters much more than he cared to admit. Were these people supposed to steal this stuff? Could he afford to stop them completely and take the machine, or should he just try to get the machine away from them and try to avoid affecting the time stream even more than he already had? Why hadn’t Tony or the stones known about this in the first place? What was he going to do?

It was Tony’s voice that pulled him out of the worried maelstrom of his own thoughts.

Oh no.

Oh God.

Peter saw the one with the gun turn towards the doorway and his head exploded with a thousand warnings.

He absolutely could not let Tony Stark die.

The world seemed to slow down, seconds taking minutes as they passed. Spider-Man aimed for the barrel of the gun, firing a quick burst of webbing and using all of his strength to pull the gun up so that as it fired, the rounds skittered above Tony’s head and out into the basement where he hoped they would do no harm.

He left the ceiling in a graceful leap, hands colliding with the shooter’s shoulders as he pushed him to the ground and delivered a forceful right hook to the man’s masked face. Peter was used to pulling his punches. He was far too strong to hit an average person with the full brunt of his power. Not if he didn’t want to knock someone’s head off, anyway. This time, perhaps, he didn’t hold back quite enough. The guy wasn’t dead. He’d never forgive himself if he killed an actual person, but he was adequately stunned…maybe even concussed.

One down.

Two to go.

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Tony Stark’s life did not flash before his eyes. He was more than a little grateful for that, because truthfully he had done very little worth reliving at that juncture. His only thought, in fact, as he watched the sparks fly from the end of the gun as the bullets fired, was that he was going to die without ever taking that sweet piece of thieving ass to bed. And that was a shame.

Then the bullets were whizzing overhead and he was enraptured, watching that sweet piece of thieving ass saving his damn life. If he had thought the kid was attractive before, he was gone for the boy now. Watching him fight was the best possible kind of foreplay and Tony could even forgive his little stunt in the bathroom in favor of what he was seeing now.

Peter Parker was an artist. There was a grace and a fluidity to his movements that reminded Tony of a dancer or a gymnast as he sprang and flipped and flew around the incinerator. He was flexible. Oh, was he flexible. Watching the way his body could twist and bend had Tony lost in all kinds of lascivious thoughts, imagining all of the new, exciting sexual adventures he could have with a beautiful boy who could move like that.

He was also a smart ass. Every punch and kick, every time he fired that fluid from his wrists and jerked one of the men across the room, it was always accompanied by some sarcastic remark or witty banter that had Tony smiling despite himself. Dammit. He had been determined to be angry at the kid, angry enough to deny him sex and see him carted off to a S.H.I.E.L.D. prison, but he could already feel that resolve crumbling. Beautiful boys with bodies as skilled at movement as his and a tongue as sharp were so hard to come by. No, so very, very hard to find and so very, very easy to cum by.

As Peter sent one of the men flying into the other and both crumpled into piles of shredded and discarded paperwork, he came to light directly in front of Tony. “Mr. Stark, could you…I don’t know, maybe not stand there in the open like a sitting duck? I really can’t be responsible for you dying again and I can’t stop these guys and protect you too…”

Again? “Protect me?” Tony was offended to the depths of his soul. “I do not need to be protected, Peter.”

The eyes of the suit widened somewhat, obviously surprised to hear Tony use his real name. Then, with a sigh, the mask over his head melted away and he addressed Tony face to face. “You do actually. You really do. And you can’t die, so…I’m really, really sorry about this…”

Before Tony knew what was happening, the kid had fired two quick shots of webbing, binding first his ankles and then his arms to his sides. With a somewhat gentle kick, he tipped the man over and sent him rolling away from the entrance.

—

Peter really shouldn’t have been surprised that Tony had known who he was. Tony always knew who he was, it seemed. In the future, in the past. He was just never going to be able to maintain a secret identity with Tony Stark. The man was destined to always know Peter’s deepest and darkest secrets…except for the one he’d kept closely guarded for far too long. That secret he had never intended to allow to see the light of day, but one devilishly sexy younger version of his mentor was teasing him with so many possibilities that he feared his secret desires were not secret anymore. If he only had more time…He thought he saw something, a dark look in Tony’s eyes a moment before the man fell and rolled out of the doorway. Clearly, Peter was now not the only one who’d be having fantasies about tying Tony up with webbing and doing dirty, dirty things. He felt his cheeks blush a moment before his Spidey Sense flared again and he dived before a spray of gunfire erupted behind him.

“Okay, guys, seriously…enough is enough.” Peter bounced up again, annoyed to see that the third man was not as incapacitated as he had previously thought. “I’m not letting you leave with that stuff, and in case you missed what the man said before you so rudely tried to kill him…the cops are on the way.”

“Yes, they are.”

The voice had come from behind Peter, not in front of him, and slowly the boy turned to face a new arrival. This man was not dressed in black but in an expensive tuxedo. He’d been one of the guests, then. Probably the one who’d let these guys into the incinerator in the first place. It was not the man that had Peter frozen in fear, though, but what the man was holding.

Tony was still bound, and probably would be for another hour without Peter’s solvent to dissolve the webbing. Unfortunately, this meant he was not putting up much of a fight to the man who now had a gun pressed against his head. “You’re going to let us out of here, all of us, with the contraband…or Tony Stark is going to leave here in a body bag.”

Peter held up his hands, palms splayed, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “Hey, man, you don’t want to hurt him, do you? I mean, you’ve gone to this much trouble to steal his stuff…if he’s dead, how’s he goin’ to invent something new for you to steal?”

“How indeed.” The man’s gaze moved to the disguised men who were once again scrambling to fill the crate as quickly as they could. “Oh, just leave the rest. We don’t have time. We’ll have to be content with what we’ve got. Pack up the crate, we’re leaving.”

Peter watched as the men lifted the heavy crate and began carrying it out. He dropped his hands to his side as the man’s attention was on the crate for a split second, barely the blink of an eye, firing off a quick tracker that embedded in the seaming of the crate.

When the crate and the men were out of the incinerator, Peter was preparing to launch an offensive and keep that guy from putting a bullet in Tony’s brain. He needn’t have worried, though. Just as Peter was rushing forward for the attack, he felt a heavy object collide with him and send him to the ground with an indelicate grunt. Then, he heard the sound of the door slamming shut and felt his stomach sink.

Oh no.

He pushed himself up, locking gazes with Tony who had been summarily thrown into the room at him. “Oh shit.” Peter’s gaze moved from the man to the room around them as he heard machinery whirring to life. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

The incinerator was coming on.

They were going to burn the two of them alive.

Peter reached for Tony, the solvent that dissolved the webbing loosening the bonds on the other man's arms and legs.

“This whole keeping me safe thing…you’re really terrible at it, kid.”

“We don’t have time for your sarcasm.” Peter was searching the room, desperate for some way out. The chute was too small for the both of them…probably too small for Tony. His shoulders were much broader than Peter’s, an attribute that Peter had always found attractive. The chimney was likely too tall, too thin, and with too few purchases for webbing. Not to mention the fact that fire and hot air from the incinerator were going to go up that chimney faster than he could climb with a passenger. He couldn’t stop the flame, not without literally ripping the incinerator apart. That left him with only one option…

His mental calculations were interrupted by the feeling of an arm around his waist pulling him in close and then kissing him again. God, even the fire of the incinerator wasn’t going to be able compete with this heat. Peter whimpered but tried to push himself away. “If I’m going to die, I’m going to go out on my terms.” Tony’s voice rasped against his lips and Peter couldn’t help but laugh.

“Rain check. On the kissing, not the dying.” He succeeded in pushing himself away and flipped upward, watching dubiously as the fire began to spew from several pipes along the bottom of the room. Tony was backing towards the middle of the room, as far from the fire as he could get, as Peter anchored webbing a little into the shaft from which he’d entered and backed up to a far corner of the room, turning around to brace his arms, back, and legs against the ceiling.

Tony followed his gaze to the door. “You realize that’s sealed shut. It would take a hell of a lot of pressure to open it from the inside.”

“2 tons, give or take, depending on where I hit it. Already did the math. Should be easy.” Something in Tony’s eyes made Peter smirk. Had he just licked his lips like he was looking at a piece of chocolate cake…while he was looking at Peter? Oh this was bad, this was very, very bad…but all the more reason to live.

He used every ounce of strength he could muster, pushing off of the ceiling and hurtling towards the door. A moment before his feet struck it, he watched in abject horror as it swung open of it’s own accord and he had to try to slow himself down before he barreled right into young Happy Hogan. Blindly shooting a stream of webbing, it struck something overhead and he pulled himself sharply to the right, swinging in an arc and hitting the nearby broiler hard enough to leave what Peter would later swear was a vaguely human imprint. Groaning, he collapsed onto his back on the floor and watched from his new vantage point as Tony emerged from the incinerator looking none the worse for wear.

“Good job, Happy. You deserve a promotion. Personal security sound good to you? You can keep me safe, get a pay raise, show the kid how you save someone’s life the right way.” Tony crossed the basement, standing over Peter with his arms crossed over his chest. “The cops here yet, Happy?”

“Coming down any minute, Sir.”

Peter was up in a moment, ignoring the aches from his collision with the building’s heating system. “I’m begging you, Mr. Stark, please don’t tell S.H.I.E.L.D or the police what happened. They can’t know I’m here, no one else can know I’m here…or what they took or anything else. Please…Please, Mr. Stark…”

“I do love to see you beg, Beautiful, but why should I? You stole from me. You almost got me barbecued…and you’ve already done irreparable harm to the time stream, anyway.”

Peter stopped in mid sentence, his whole body completely rigid at Tony’s reprimand. Only his eyes moved as they widened considerably at the implications of the statement. “Wuh…How…What…I’m not…”

Tony stared back, his mouth twisted into a frown, brows raised. “Yeah, you did and you are. So, if you want me to keep you out of prison…you have a very small window of time in which to tell me why a future version of myself chose to send you back in time, what you needed in that incinerator, and why. Spill it, and don’t waste time on that adorable stutter.”

#starker

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long-bodyswap · 5 years

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Oh brother

(don’t have the credits)

Chapter 1“Did you see that play?!” Macky asked me as he lovingly hugged me in his arms and lifted me into the air after scoring the winning touchdown. He was being borderline too affectionate, and I had to hiss at him to let me down when he instinctively tried to kiss me. “Bro! We’re in public! Put me down so we can take pictures. You’ll get your reward later!” I hiss playfully into his ear. He begrudgingly puts me down as we pose for some photos together. “Hey Andy.” “Yeah, Bro?” I answer. “You’re the best little brother ever. I just wanted you to know that. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I know what’s gonna be getting into you when we get back to the house.” “You’re the best big brother ever. I love you, and I’m so happy to give you your victory fuck.” He gives my ass a playful squeeze, risking getting seen in public. The element of danger makes it so hot. Fuck yeah, I can’t wait to get back to the house. You know, Macky sure is right- I’m the best little brother ever…or I would be if I actually was his little brother. 3 days agoSo my name is Shane and I’m just your typical gay guy who’s hopelessly in love with the high school quarterback. I’ve never even flirted with him, but maybe I’ve had one too many lingering glances at him because Macky seems to have sniffed out my adoration. And the worst part is for as much as he gives me hell, I don’t stop feeling this way. I just have an instinct that he’s secretly gay, but just can’t admit it. Either not now or not to me (the only openly gay guy in our high school) because physically I’m just not in line with his desires. I mean after all, he’s a toned, strong, football jock and I’m an overly thin, bony, computer nerd. I try to keep the extent of my research a secret because the nerd shit is just another bullet that Macky uses against me. Unknown to him though, and the entire world, I may have invented something that could give me the chance to finally get close enough to him to see what he’s really like. The running name for the prototype is Project Transfero, short for the Latin phrase, Transfero Transtuli Translatum, meaning “to transfer.” Hey, I didn’t say poetic prototype names were my specialty. But anyway, this device I have built will allow me to transfer my consciousness into another human being and dominate their body and mind. If my calculations are correct, I will have access to their memories and abilities in an intuitive manner whilst still maintaining all of my essence. I will upload my old, empty body with a basic artificial intelligence program I designed that mimics my most recognizable behaviors. To friends and family I will appear to be completely normal, though I have severely hampered the AI’s intellect so as to avoid any technological conflicts in the future or a scary Terminator doomsday scenario. I also have a secondary program that will surely come in handy. But I digress… Earlier today I was thrilled beyond belief when opportunity came directly to my locker. “Hey. So word’s gone around you got a perfect score on the SAT. Andy is taking the PSAT next week and I was wondering if you could help him out. The kid’s pretty bright, but I bet a little bit of your influence and he’d be a National Merit Scholar. I already talked to him, and he’s cool with this even though I have some concerns…” “Not a problem, Macky. Tell him to come over at 8pm.” “Look, I appreciate your help. I really am grateful, but…no funny business if you know what I mean…” “We’re crystal clear, Macky. We’re just turning your bro into a national merit scholar, that’s it.” He awkwardly thanks me again before walking off to rejoin his football bros. “Shit, that was the scariest/best moment of the week.” I speak to myself aloud. Project Transfero is officially in motion. “Oh we’re gonna make Andy a National Merit Scholar alright. I’m pretty sure Andy’s gonna rocking out from now on…”As agreed, Macky’s little brother arrived at 8 pm on the dot. He seemed exactly like a mini version of his older brother, just maybe 2 years and a growth spurt behind. I could still instantly see a fine and sexy young man in the making. Andy…I’ve always loved that name; it just rolls off the tongue nicely. I invite him inside and to my relief he is a much gentler and sweeter soul than his brother. “I want to thank you for helping me, and sorry about my bro. He’s just over protective because our dad walked out on the family when we were young. The guy’s only two years older than me, but he has always felt like he had to step up and take over the father role.” “That must have been tough,” I try to say nicely and thoughtfully as I hide my grin. “Say, can I get you a drink before we start?” “Oh a sprite would be awesome man! Thanks.” “Oh, not a problem at all,” I reply as I run to the kitchen, pour two glasses, and top his off with a clear and tasteless fluid. Andy gulps his whole drink down right away, and I struggle to contain the excitement building up inside me as he begins losing consciousness. His dose was sufficient that he doesn’t even process the likelihood of a spiked drink. There is no struggle. Instead he just says he needs a nap and plummets into a deep sleep. Fuck. Yeah. “ungggg…what the? Where am I?” Andy asks groggily. Finding himself strapped to a table, he begins pulling at his restraints, soon realizing they are unbreakable. “Dude What the fuck?! What is this shit?! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!” “Andy, I wouldn’t waste your energy. You’ll need it if you want to put up a good fight,” I say as I finish up the final touches on the software settings. “I hope you know this isn’t personal.” “OH MY GOD! Are you gonna kill me?! Is this because of Macky? I promise he’ll be nicer to you! Just please let me go!” “I have every intention of letting you go…once we’re done here. Say, have you ever heard of that old saying ‘Always want what you can’t have?’” Andy doesn’t respond. He just grits his teeth as he ferociously struggles to pull out of his straps. “Andy, don’t worry. This will all be over soon,” I let him know with a soothing tone as I try to place the helmet contraption on his thrashing head. “No Dude! Get that thing away!” Andy can see that the helmet device is connected to my computer terminal. He probably thinks I’ve built some sort of electric chair. I like a little bit of struggle, but this is just ridiculous. I go and grab a little solution that I concocted a while back. It’s basically a fluid that can be sprayed like an air freshener, but breathing it causes temporary relaxation of both body and mind. I put on a respirator, spray the thrashing Andy, and wait for the fumes to dissipate before safely removing my mask. “Fuck man! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! You won’t get away with this. You can’t-not gonna win-son of a –piece of shit-kick your-just wait til Macky hears-stop….” And Andy’s pupils suddenly widen as he stops tugging against his bindings and just lays like a good boy on the table, breathing deeply and slowly. “What are you going to do to me?” He asks, completely tranquil and struggling to focus on the severity of the situation. “Just focus on how good you feel right now. Okay, Andy?” I say as I step up onto the adjacent table and begin fitting my own helmet. “Wait, why do you have a helmet?” Andy asks softly. I just finished fitting the device to myself and that’s when I insert my mind-clone AI chip into the secondary input slot so it can be downloaded and run my body after my consciousness is done transferring. “Sometimes people do crazy things for love, maybe even unethical things,” I say before clicking the launch button. 3… “Please, Shane…” 2… “What are you…” 1… “Stop…” BOOM! My head feels like a swirling hurricane as I feel myself losing my gained knowledge. Algorithms, code, chemistry, biology, all of that is leaching out of my mind as it is ruthlessly downloaded into Andy’s brain. I try to remain calm, but Andy is feeling overwhelmed by the sheer rush of knowledge. In spite of the relaxant, his adrenaline is reviving his panic as he howls out and yanks on his restraints again. “NO PLEASE! It’s too much! I CAN’T!” he yells as he tries in vain to shake the helmet off. I continue to feel my mind hollowing out as my preferences and personality traits begin transferring into Andy, leaving me numb, but having a different effect on Andy… With all of my knowledge and research he has realized what I have built and what is happening. He begins crying as he realizes that in a matter of minutes he will be completely possessed by me, but as my preferences and personality are downloaded into him he stops struggling and notices his cute and toned body all sweaty from his struggle. He knows he’s supposed to like girls; deep inside he’s always been compassionate to gays, but also 100% straight. None of that matters though as he gives in to new desires to touch himself and appreciate his body from a whole new point of view. He begins groaning as he desires to rub his lean abs and cup his balls while pumping that well-endowed cock just so he can taste his own man juices as they shoot out of his cock like water out of a super soaker-he whines and curses his restraints as he tries in vain to touch himself. Andy reaches new heights of arousal as all of my vivid sexual fantasies about possession, mind control, etc. enter and reprogram him. This formerly struggling cutie is now thrusting his hips into the air, helplessly thinking about cute boys, gay sex, the rush of possession and being reprogramed by my essence…even the thought of getting his brother’s cock up his virgin ass. “Oh Fuck yeah!” he shouts between pants as he keeps grinding his hips into the air. “Yeah! Fill me up! Take me over! Make me better! Use my sexy boy body to get the best dick in town! Oh YEAH! You’re gonna get my cherry popped by Macky’s juicy cock! You’re gonna use my cute bubble butt to milk his juices out of his cock!” Andy is shivering in pleasure and ecstasy, overwhelmed by the constant flow of data. Finally, I black out as the final phase initiates and my consciousness begins transferring. Andy is howling in delight as his back arches and he knows what’s coming. My consciousness is downloaded into his brain as his central nervous system adapts to a new resident. Andy moans out in ecstasy as the computer screen flashes to green, TRANSFER SEQUENCE COMPLETE. But at the last minute he has a moment of clarity as I begin unlocking Andy’s memories and personality, ensuring that they will be available to me. “Wait-this isn’t right. This is wrong! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?! GET OUT OF ME! PLEASE MAN!!!! YOU GOTTA GET OUT OF ME! DON’T DO THIS! YOU CAN’T- UNNNGGGGGGG!!!!” He screams loudly as the pressure in his balls builds and he knows he can’t control what’s coming. His toes are curling and his fists are balled tightly as he strains in a last act of futile resistance. The moment right before he blows his load, my vision comes into clear focus, seeing through Andy’s eyes and hearing his hollers of pleasure leaving my mouth as I have my first orgasm in his fit body. “OH FUCKKKKKKKK UMMMMMMMYEAH!” I shout as I writhe helplessly as my new cock pours a sea of hot cum into these gym shorts. Fuck! This dick didn’t even get touched a single time! Oh My God! I’m laughing in joyous laughter, feeling my hips thrust with every spurt of warm cum and shouting out every time I feel Andy’s dick seize up. Oh I want nothing more than to reach down and taste my new juices, but my restraints are frustratingly effective. Right as I relax my arched back and begin riding this wave of orgasmic afterglow, I see my old body open its eyes and undo the straps on the helmet. Perfect. “Hello, Master. Everything has gone according to plan,” My old body says in a monotonous tone. “Well, this was unplanned,” I say pointing at my cum soaked crotch, “But I’m not complaining. Anyway, do you understand your programing? It’s time to act like Shane. I didn’t mind clone myself for nothing. And call me Andy.” My old body’s face remains blank for a second or two before finally his facial expression perks up and his vocal tone matches my own. “Hey Sorry about that Andy. I’m ready to fill in and put on a good show for everyone. So anyway, what can I help you with?” the new Shane asks with convincing humanity. “Well, for starters you could unbind me. And get me a clean pair of shorts.” I say with a giggle and a wink. I make the short walk back to Andy’s house after getting cleaned up- decided to save my full body examination for Andy’s personal bathroom. It really is crazy- I have all of myself intact, but I have all of Andy’s knowledge and memories available to me. I can literally see the layout of his house flashing through my mind. I’m upstairs, last room at the end of the hall to the left, far enough away that nobody will hear some light moaning. I know that because I can remember Andy locking his door and beating off this already thick and long cock to internet porn. Lots of tits and pussies filling his browser history. Better get used to dicks and ass, buddy! I walk in the side door of my new house and Macky hollers from the kitchen: “How was it?” “It was great! Learned a shit ton. That PSAT is toast.” “No funny business right? I don’t wanna have to have a long, painful chat with Shane. And- wait what are you wearing?” “Bro? haha shorts and a tee. Dude, you should go get your eyes checked.” “Nah man, you wore your favorite shorts tonight. The red ones that you’ve won so many 5k’s in. Did Shane-“ “Don’t worry! I just spilled a sprite all over myself. It was my bad, and Shane was nice enough to lend me some spare boxers and shorts. The guy’s even washing my soiled clothes. You’re really too hard on the guy sometimes,” I say convincingly as I run up the stairs and crash into Andy’s room, practically a tornado of motion as I try to rip these clothes off so I can worship this fit body. Fuck, being that close to Macky without him being all homophobic is making me so damn hard. Right as I slip out of these boxers and find myself nude on Andy’s bed I peer over at the clock and see it’s midnight, meaning it’s officially the first day of the rest of my life. God, how can I be this hard after that load I blew earlier?! Gotta take care of that right now! Chapter 1.5We’re done with all the pictures and I’m riding shotgun with Macky, who is still elated after scoring the winning touchdown. Normally he’d shower with the rest of the team, but he practically carried me to the car, bent on getting home ASAP. “Are you sure you don’t wanna shower with your bros and celebrate your win?” I ask him as we cruise along the road to our home. “You’re the only bro that matters and we’ll be celebrating, alright,” he says with a wink that makes me blush. I’ve been in Andy’s body for 3 days now, and I’m already realizing this was the best decision I’ve ever made. I flash my now older brother a devilish smile before I reach a toned arm over and grab his thick man meat, massaging it with my soft hands and enjoying the feeling of it growing in my grip. “ohhhhhhhhhh fuck….Andy that feels so good. Wait, we should-“ “Start celebrating right now” I interrupt as I lean over at the redlight and grab his face, forcing my tongue into his mouth and enjoying this passionate kiss as he explores my mouth also. “I know you’re good for more than one round of celebration” I tease him as I slide my hand into his football pants and grab his rod and begin stroking him. I know he can’t wait any longer when he’s moaning like a bitch in heat as he thrusts into my grip on his cock. “Oh fuck bro! GOD YEAH MAN THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” Macky shouts as I begin sliding his 8 inches into my mouth and down my perfectly relaxed throat. He surprises me when he involuntarily thrusts the last 2 inches into me, immediately bringing my lips down to the base of his cock, forcing me to take in the sweaty man odor of his trimmed bush. I breathe it in gladly as I get ready for one hell of a car ride home. He grabs at the T-shirt I changed into, letting me know how much my mouth pleases him. 2 Days AgoThe clock just hit midnight which means this is the first day of the rest of my life. Fuck, I’ve gone from the bony computer nerd to the toned and future jock star little brother of Macky, the formerly unattainable subject of my affection. But laying here in Andy’s bed, having just implanted my knowledge, personality, and consciousness into his brain, fully possessing him, I feel like anything is possible. Anything except for these damn socks. Fuck, I’m trying to kick em off without reaching down to use my hands, but these little suckers just aren’t cooperating. I smile having a memory flash into my head of Andy having the same struggle until finally- shoop- I get that sucker off and kick it off the side of the bed. God damn, finally, I’m completely naked laying on Andy’s bed. With a chance to take it all in I take a minute to close my eyes and just enjoy the feeling of Andy’s soft sheets on his golden skin. Getting curious, I swing my feet off the bed and walk over to Andy’s bathroom and stand before the full length body mirror. Right before I can dive into my exploration, Andy’s or I mean my, phone vibrates so I walk over to the bed where I left the phone and see a text of a screenshot snap from a friend. Oh how fucking ironic. I chuckle and roll my eyes playfully before returning to the bathroom and looking straight into Andy’s eyes. I really love his prominent eyebrows, so I work on using them to make all sorts of ridiculous expressions, making him look concerned, Sherlock Holmes inquisitive, angry, sassy, and everything in between. “God, puberty is a beautiful thing,” I say aloud, enjoying my new voice and seeing a flash of what Andy looked like not too long ago in the form of a memory with his older sister. Oh yeah, thank God for puberty. I laugh some more, enjoying Andy’s not fully developed voice. It’s not fully developed yet, but it has an indisputable masculine quality that still retains just a shred of boyish charm. I look back into the mirror and taunt Andy a bit. “You didn’t put up much of a fight, eh? I’m thinking you wanted me in here all along. Yeah? That your kink? You always wanted someone else inside you, using your body to do this?” I say as I begin lightly caressing his face, using Andy’s mouth to seductively suck on one of his fingers. “Oh you’re just a little whore inside aren’t you? Yeah, little player, huh? Bet you never thought you’d be doing this I bet. Unnggggg dammmnnn yeah” I moan as I clamp my eyes shut and toss my head back, enjoying the feeling of Andy’s sensitive nipples being stroked by his soft fingertips. Oh yeah I start circling them, already feeling my breathing pick up, but then my whole body twitches a bit as I grab one of those perky nipples and give it a good pinch. “Oh fuck!” I hiss as I feel Andy’s dick twitch. I use my left hand to go back and forth between both nipples, pinching and twisting and pulling enough to send sparks through my central nervous system, occasionally just grabbing the whole pec and rubbing the developing mound of lean muscle. My right hand does a full survey of Andy’s left arm, feeling every toned ridge of his lean triceps down to his strong forearms from doing lax and football, just like Macky. Soon I’m running a hand along Andy’s chiseled abs, enjoying the way they feel as I run my hand along them while taking deep breaths. “Mmmmmm yeah, you little punk. These are mine now. This body is mine now. Thanks for being so athletic you little twink. I can’t wait to see what your abs look like when you’ve got a thick cock cumming in your hole. You’re gonna be using all the strength in your body to clamp that dick where it belongs- balls deep inside you. Oh fuck yeah!” I taunt as I spit on the mirror and enjoy watching Andy lick up his own saliva off the mirror. I’m getting so hard so fast now! In seconds, Andy’s dick is standing at 7 full inches and nice thickness. “This is mine now!” I shout as I grab that man meat and stare Andy’s reflection in the eye again. “This is my cock and I’m gonna use it whenever I want and however I want! Yeah, you little whore. You just love it when I stroke you like THIS! Oh MOTHERFUCK! YEAH MAN! You’re dick is great! Unnnnnggggg Yeah!” I yell as I thrust into this skilled grip. Holy crap, I’m still using the left hand to tweak these sensitive nipples and it feels even better now that I’m jerking Andy’s cock like this! I rub that hand over these abs which are popping like crazy now that my hips are thrusting like this. Mmmmm yeah, Andy’s lean, but strong thighs look so nice right now. And I fucking love his legs. Those calves are perfect. Strong, but lean and toned, just like the rest of his body, but he’s got a nice coat of dirty blonde hair trailing up his legs and up his thighs, getting lighter and lighter until it barely meets Andy’s trimmed bush. Fuck! I’m getting close! I leave the bathroom and hop onto the bed, dick pointed straight up as I grab Andy’s cock again and begin thrusting desperately into my grip, grabbing at the sheets with the other hand and curling my toes as I scrunch my face up in one orgasmic expression of pleasure as I pump the holy fucking shit out of Andy’s cock. “Ohhhhhh FUCK you feel so good Andy! I fucking love your body! GOD DAMN MAN Wooooooo” I gasp as I thrash my head around on his bed, hyperventilating and finally feeling his balls tighten. Damn this feels so much better than that first orgasm. I quickly grab Andy’s balls with my left hand and begin massaging them right as my back arches, throwing me into the air, as every muscle seems to contract at once and the first shot of cum flies and lands perfectly in my gasping mouth! I quickly swallow Andy’s delicious cum and try to scream, but no sound exits my gaping mouth! I just writhe and squirm, trying to comprehend how good this feels as shot after shot of hot cum coats my lean chest and abs. I finally let go of Andy’s dick and just stare in amazement as this dick just keeps launching cum. Right as Andy’s cock finally stops this insane orgasm I black out from the pleasure, overwhelmed by my first ride in Andy’s sexy body. I wake up just a few minutes later, happy that the cum is still warm from being on my burning hot torso. Shit, I’m still breathing like I just won a 5k and I’m sweating like a pig. “That was awesome” I coo as I scoop Andy’s cum into his hand and ruthlessly devour it, sparing no drop. “Andy, even your cum tastes so fucking good. God you’re such a perfect little stud.” I say aloud as I lay in bed and think.After enjoying my afterglow I decide to shower and resume the primary goal- to pursue Macky now that I’m inside his hot younger brother. Chapter 2“OH FUCKKKKKKK!!!!” Macky shouts as he dumps endless rivers of cum down my throat. I hungrily eat every last drop, making sure that whatever didn’t get dumped directly down Andy’s throat is immediately consumed. Macky is shivering with pleasure and giddy joy and I actually have to grab the stearing wheel because he doesn’t see that truck that just slowed down. “Holy Shit Balls that was close dude!” Macky shouts, breaking out of his euphoria. We both laugh together and he just says, “We’ll have to practice the road head more. I’ve gotta work on my focus,” he tells me with a wink as he reaches his hand and grabs my firm rod through the silky fabric of these shorts, firmly gripping and massaging the rock hard mound trapped in this compression underwear. He keeps rubbing me until a wet spot forms on my compressions, a nice healthy flow of Andy’s precum as well as my squirming body and attempts to keep my moaning under control let Macky know how much I want him, how much his loving brother, Andy, is turned on by him. When he slips his hand into these compression shorts and wraps his strong fingers around Andy’s marble hard cock, he knows this cock is hard because I want his body and his dick cumming inside me as our sweaty bodies are grinding all over one another. He looks at me intently, squeezing, massaging, stroking, jacking my cock as I flash him a smile, gasping for breath and ask him, “Are we there yet?”“Bro, you better be a good boy. You ask me that again and I’ll pull this car over right now and we’ll start on the side of the road,” Macky says with wickedly cute mischief. I just lay back and relax, moaning in appreciation as Macky expertly pumps my cock, bringing me closer and closer to shooting a load all over his new car. Fuck, that would be hot! Then we can both lick it off together. Mmmmmm God, I love Macky, but I love possessing his little bro, Andy, even more!2 Days Ago… After that amazing orgasm in Andy’s body, I decide to shower and explore some more, enjoying the feeling of the hot water rolling off of Andy’s skin. After drying off and doing some sexy faces at my reflection I decide to get dressed. Hmmmm a memory flashes into my head of Andy and his two siblings. I guess the guy has a safe sense of style. I’ll start introducing my affinity for bright colors and neon into his life eventually, but not this week. I just want to blend in and get some one on one time with Macky. Luckily, big sis is already in college, so I don’t have to worry about her ruining my fun. For now, I remember that Andy and Macky had been planning on going to a game today- the memory of getting the tickets a few months back flashed clearly in my mind.It’s really too bad that my new parent, Andy’s stepdad, couldn’t end up going with us on the big day, but that’ll just give me more one on one time with Macky. Mmmmmmm yeah, some one on one time is exactly what I need to set this plan in motion. I go back to Andy’s bathroom and expertly navigate his cabinets and drawers, finding the randomly scattered things like toothpaste, deodorant, some hair product, etc. Before I start, I take a whiff of Andy’s underarms. Mmmmmm such a delicious boy odor. I take another sniff and then I just all out huff in as much of Andy as I can, eventually licking these pits clean, tasting Andy’s funkiness with his own mouth. I need more! I grab a pair of Andy’s dirty underwear from a run and hold it against my face, sniffing in the musk and getting hard in the process. I look directly in the mirror as I continue breathing in Andy’s scent, eventually moaning in satisfaction as I rub the filthy underwear all over my body. Mmmmmmfuck- I manage to stop myself before I get fully hard. Better wait til later! I just have to resist temptation and finish getting ready, so I pop the deodorant cap and do a teenwolf style play bite at my reflection. I feel so powerful and sexy as I do something as simple as roll deodorant on Andy’s underarms. “Yeah, you can’t even do this for yourself. You need someone like me inside you to do it for you!” I playfully lash out at the mirror. I grab some of Andy’s underarm hair and try to mentally measure those coarse dirty blonde waves. “Not a boy, but not yet a man. Oh you needed me inside you to make you a man,” I laugh some more at my taunts. Mmmmm even something as ridiculous as putting Andy’s deodorant on can feel so empowering. I bet this’ll never get old! Still elated from doing Andy’s morning routine, I quickly do a mental survey of his bathroom and realize I was going to be bringing about some positive changes. “Really, man? No facial cleanser? I mean, overall you’ve been blessed with good skin, Andy, but we’re gonna do every little thing we can to keep you perfect. I’m gonna get a good moisturizer to use on your face because I plan on preserving your boyishly cute good looks for as long as I possibly can. And I’m digging your robust eyebrows, but I’m gonna get a good pair of tweezers to make sure they’re kept neat and clean looking. Several memories flash through my head of Andy complaining about all this shit I’ve mentioned being too girly. My new mom had the right idea, trying to get Andy on board with skin care, but to his core he always resisted, insisting it’s not what guys do. “Well, Andy, it’s what YOU do now!” I exclaim as I smirk at his reflection, sensually licking one of his fingers and sucking on it, adding more and more fingers until my mouth is full enough to practice for Macky’s thick cock. I know it’s thick because Andy has several memories of seeing that beast, not up close, but in various locker room and quick clothes changing scenarios. Ohhhh but now that I’m inside Andy, he’s gonna be getting really up close and personal with some brotherly dick!“Andy! Hurry up! We have to leave now or parking’s gonna be a nightmare!” Macky hollers from downstairs. Shit, I’ll have to scheme later. Time to be a good brother I think as I grab some clothes and run downstairs. Thank God it’s Saturday! Nothing like spending some quality time with MY older brother. As I walk outside I realize Macky and I are almost matching. We’re both decked out in Navy Blue with our Georgetown hats and ready to enjoy a good game. Mmmmm Macky is looking extra on point today. Just from watching him I can see I have a lot to look forward to growing up in Andy’s body. We hop in Macky’s car and the drive is kind of quiet and awkward, so I decide to do some probing. “So have you heard back from that Shane guy?” I ask, trying to stir the melting pot of repressed frustration.“I don’t want you to get help from him anymore.”“But, why? He was super helpful, and really nice to me.”“I just don’t trust the guy. I mean you know about him right?”“It sounds like you don’t trust yourself,” I blurt out. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Macky asks a little shaken and caught off guard. Andy’s memories flash through my head as I respond.“Bro, you hardly ever hang out with your girlfriend. I never even see you guys texting or messaging or anything. I’ve seen you around some of your buds, and when you bring your guy friends over you get really touchy. There was one time where I borrowed your laptop and a porn site was still on your browser, but there wasn’t any pussy or tits…” I say with fake concern in my tone. Wow, Andy really repressed a lot of dirt on his big bro. I’m honestly so frustrated as I sift through Andy’s memories and see that he basically dumped all this incriminating evidence in the Just a Fluke/Better Not Bring It Up part of his mind. Jesus.“Andy….I…Uhhhh…I just clicked the wrong link. I-““Hey. Bro,” I say looking him dead on, “I want you to feel comfortable telling me anything. You’ve been such a good big brother all these years. It’s about time I repay the favor.”“Andy, it’s not like that.”“You know I’m here for you.”“Bro! Just chill. It’s not like that. Okay. Thank you for extending open arms and all, but I’m not gay. That’s just wrong. And I don’t hate gays, I just don’t want that guy Shane to get any ideas in your head.” Oh that guy Shane got wayyyyyy more than a few ideas in Andy’s head I think to myself with mischievous satisfaction. I decide to let up on my probing, feeling all the more convinced that Macky is a melting pot of repressed homosexual desire. As I doze off for the rest of the car ride I make sure to spread Andy’s legs so my crotch is in plain view. I don’t even need to open my eyes to know that Macky is sneaking glances. It would be pointless to fight the grin emerging on my face, as I twist Andy’s face into one of satisfaction, so I just ride with it. Maybe deep down Macky’s hoping I’m having a fun dream about him. Once we arrive and get the car parked we immediately run into one of Macky’s best buds, Ben, who takes a pic of Macky and me. You can see what I meant earlier when I said we were accidentally matching. And I’ll be God damned if I’ve ever seen two bros who looked more all-American and adorable. The game is pretty boring, even for the part of Andy’s mind I have at my disposal, so I kind of zone out, cheering when Macky does and just going through the motions. But then I see how I can spice up my afternoon. I’m going to test the limits of Andy’s cuteness, so I start making lingering eye contact with Ben, enjoying his nervous fidgeting and blushing cheeks. My sick perversion of Andy’s usually cool and “bro” self continues as I look directly into Ben’s eyes and slowly bring my hotdog to my mouth and lightly lick the end of the meat before opening wide and slowly shoving in as much weiner as I can in a single bite. I even close my eyes and lean my head back slightly, making Andy look like a cock hungry gay boy for the whole world to see. Luckily, Macky is actually trying to follow the game intently, so he doesn’t see me using Andy’s mouth to put on a show, or the tenting emerging in Ben’s pants. He gasps, unable to control his urges as he picks up his phone and begins frantically typing. Just a few seconds later I feel Andy’s phone vibrate and open it to find an old selfie and a message from Ben. LET’S FUCK! BATHROOM! PLEASE!I suck in a deep breath from shock and quickly look at him and shake my head no. I lie and write to him: I’m seeing someone. I don’t consider this a lie because I plan on making Macky mine…all in good time. For now though it’s just me, Macky, Ben, and a new message with an irritated frowny face and the word TEASE! You better not tell anyone or I’ll fuck up your world! I just smirk at him with Andy’s cute face and message him back: Don’t forget who has the leverage here. At the same time I raise Andy’s phone and show him the photo and dirty message he sent. It was like Check and mate. I do let him know though if things don’t work out he’ll be the first guy I call. This seems to brighten his mood, but deep down I know there’s nothing worse than false hope. Mehh…what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. We get back that Saturday night to an empty house- Just Macky and me for the rest of the weekend since the folks are off on some Napa Valley excursion. It’s pretty late now, and Macky seems pretty tired so he retires to his room. I follow and pop into his room as he’s in the middle of changing and catch him shirtless. God, this is what I’ve dreamed of for so long, to be this close to him and see that built torso, so strong from football and training. I want nothing more than to grab one of those meaty pecs and suck on his nipples until he shivers from satisfaction. “Hey bro, you need something?” he asks.“No, but you do,” I say sensually as I slowly walk up to Macky and lightly run one of Andy’s fingers over his pecs. To my surprise, he doesn’t resist. “Andy, I-““Shhhhhh,” I coo as I place another finger gently on his lips, shutting him up and forcing him to suck on my finger as I playfully force Andy’s digit into his mouth. With the hand still on Macky’s pecs I begin circling closer and closer to those hard nipples until I reach those sweet spots and begin stroking and lightly twisting back and forth between them both, making him gasp in disbelief as his inhibitions diminish. Macky closes his eyes as I bring my lips to his. We have a long moment where we just stand close to one another, eventually having a moment of long eye contact. Macky’s mind seems wracked by conflicted wants and desires, but finally he gives in and leans towards me, opening his mouth slightly and gently moving his tongue into Andy’s mouth. I meet his tongue with Andy’s and we slowly begin wrapping our arms around one another, caressing and affectionately rubbing each other’s bodies. I run Andy’s hands along the ridges of Macky’s strong back and he reaches into my shirt places his hands under my armpits and begins rubbing and flicking Andy’s nipples with his thumbs, making me coo in blissful gratitude. The kissing grows more intense, our mouths open wider and wider until little is holding us back. It’s a battle of tongues and wills as our explorations of each other’s bodies intensifies to match our passionate kissing. Hands are moving, rubbing, and caressing in a flurry of sexual desire as we both heat up and feel that rise in body heat that can only be explained by a sexual surge of lustful testosterone. Macky gasps and moans out when I finally can’t take it anymore and I grab onto him tightly and begin grinding Andy’s rock hard boner against Macky’s, the soft fabric of our underwear sending jolts of sensation into our cocks. He grabs onto me too, locking us together as we both ravenously grind our cocks together, moaning out as we both start showing dark wet spots from all the precum. Holy fucking shit! This moment that I’ve dreamed of for so long is finally happening! I reach my hand into Macky’s snug boxers and grab his cock, gently stroking it and playing with his cockhead, rubbing his precum around the whole head and making him squirm and groan in ecstasy. I begin picking up my intensity, still locking lips with him as I begin pumping his 8 inch cock, making him finally give in and egg me on.“Oh my fuck! Andy, that feels so good!” He pants as he buries his face in my neck and begins taking in my scent, licking Andy’s flesh and playfully biting me. I pump him extra nice and the surprise makes him hop a bit in surprise as he tenses up and accidentally bites me just a bit too hard. “Oh Shit Andy! I’m so fucking sorry!”He didn’t draw blood, but there’s definitely going to be a bruise. That just makes me harder as I glare at him and rip Andy’s clothes off before pushing Macky onto his bed and dropping to Andy’s knees. I rip Macky’s boxers off his legs and leave him so his legs are hanging off the edge of the bed. Macky just looks at me with genuine intrigue and excitement, like a child wondering what’s going to happen next as I bury Andy’s face in Macky’s trimmed pubes, huffing in his manly odor while I grab his meaty mounds of muscular pec flesh and squeeze them in my firm grip, then dragging my fingers down the grooves of his abs as I raise my head and bring Andy’s lips around Macky’s ready-to-burst-it’s-so-fucking-hard-cock. “Ohhhhhh Fuckkkkkkk. Andyyyyyyyyy Fuck yeahhhhhh” Macky moans as he widens his eyes, paralyzed by sensation as I use Andy’s tongue to playfully lick that cock head and swirl it around my mouth, making sure to lick and kiss my way up and down his shaft. Macky is squirming and breathing deeply, restlessly moving in place as he grabs my head and begins guiding me to go lower and lower onto his cock. I surprise him and force Andy’s mouth down, sending all 8 inches of Macky’s cock down my throat as my lips ram into his pubes. Macky goes wild! He tosses his legs in the air, toes curling as he grabs my head and pulls me down even harder onto his cock, hollering as he thrashes his head around. Mmmmmm I love the way his abs and pecs pop from the strain as every muscle in his body contracts at once. I get into a rhtym, guided by his strong hands as I send his cock sliding down my relaxed throat, over and over, faster and faster. Macky is ecstatic as he is helplessly arching his back, thrusting his hips into his brothers hungry mouth, absolutely lost in the moment to how good it feels to finally satisfy all of these repressed desires. Then he feels it. Macky feels the most earthshattering orgasm of his life rolling just around the corner, but instead of ride it out, he immediately snaps back to reality. He looks at me with a look of panic and fury as he pushes me off him. The force of my suction makes my lips remove from his dick with a forceful pop, sending more shudders of pleasure through his body before he looks at me, shaking his head, covering his boner with a pillow. “GET THE FUCK OUT! I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS, BUT IT WAS SICK! NEVER AGAIN, ANDY! NEVER AGAIN!” he screams as I scurry out of his room, still naked, not bothering to grab my discarded clothes. God damnit. So fucking close. Macky opens the door, bringing me hope that he’ll let me finish him off, but he just throws my clothes at me and slams the door, immediately clicking the lock. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but it’s time to start my secondary protocol… Chapter 2.5 Recap: “GET THE FUCK OUT! I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS, BUT IT WAS SICK! NEVER AGAIN, ANDY! NEVER AGAIN!” he screams as I scurry out of his room, still naked, not bothering to grab my discarded clothes. God damnit. So fucking close. Macky opens the door, bringing me hope that he’ll let me finish him off, but he just throws my clothes at me and slams the door, immediately clicking the lock. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but it’s time to start my secondary protocol…It’s now one day before Macky’s big football game, and I realize I just fucked things up. God damnit, really, Shane? A full frontal assault? I’m such an idiot. I let lust cloud better judgment and now after coming so close to tasting Macky’s cream, he’s probably retreated deeper into his repressed homosexual denial than ever before and he’ll probably never look at Andy the same way. Positive memories of Andy and his brother flash through my mind as that brotherly bond part of Andy’s brain tries to make me feel shame for swallowing Macky’s delicious cock.I almost feel nostalgia-induced shame before I laugh out loud at the ridiculousness. I’m on Andy’s bed horny as hell, and the only shame I feel is that I didn’t get to feel Macky’s man juices surging down his little brother’s throat. Picking up Andy’s phone, I dial a familiar number and decide to pay a visit to an old friend…“Hey Andy!” my old body greets me at the front door to my old house, “Come on in.” I try to feel a connection to my old life but I feel nothing as I follow my body downstairs to my research hub in the basement. Shit, I was in such a rush to get out and enjoy Andy’s life that I didn’t even bring any useful gadgets with me. I’m genuinely proud as we pass by the transference device as I remember Andy helplessly resisting having my knowledge and consciousness downloaded into his brain. Shit, just thinking about that last bit of fight he put up is getting me hard. Come on, man. Breathe. Breathe deep and focus. Okay I’m fine. I quickly grab the disc that has the video and audio footage of the transference, planning on keeping that for future beat off sessions in Andy’s body. But anyway, my old body has been jabbering on about nonsensical bullshit. I mean I programmed the AI to pass as me, but I also hampered his intelligence by a significant degree, hoping to prevent a Terminator doomsday world. Nevertheless, I am still relieved to hear him complain about not knowing how to use any of my equipment. “What does all this stuff do anyway?” my old body asks. “Are you ever going to show me how to use or calibrate or whatever any of it?”“Why don’t you just worry about upgrading your PC RAM and getting to level 100 in Skyrim,” I respond with a disinterested tone as I begin depositing all my portable equipment in a duffel bag. I grab the euphoria inducing aerosol I used to subdue Andy. Check. Gas mask. Check. Sleep Inducing Drugs. Check. And finally, the secondary protocol to my master plan. Check. “Yes, Andy. You’re right. I’m sorry, sometimes I just get curious. I mean I played around with the euphoria aerosol a bit when I got bored. That shit works great! I just did one spray in the hot Fed Ex guy’s face and he was high long enough for me to suck him off. TWICE!” I helplessly grin as I realize how good of a mind clone this AI is, even if he has a fraction of my raw intelligence. Slinging the duffel over my shoulder, I look at him and realize this is the final goodbye to my old life. Once I walk out the front door, that won’t just be the AI imported into my vacant body. That will be Shane, and I will be Andy, the new, better Andy. As I stare at Shane and analyze his asymmetrical face and revoltingly thin profile and I think Good Riddance! Before casually walking back to my house. Yeah, that’s right-MY house- because my name is Andy. Back in my room I inspect the secondary protocol and devise my plan. To be honest, this device never went beyond the prototype stage, so I believe it would be wise to perform a test trial on some lucky stud. The device is extremely powerful, offering the power of absolute suggestion, or in more pop culture terms, mind control. This device, which consists of electrode infused adhesive pads designed for the temples and a portable power unit that looks like a hand crank radio, but actually contains highly specific brainwave attunement algorithms operated by my custom designed Neuro-override CPU, has the primary function of forcing one to live truthfully. That’s how I’m going to get Macky- I’m going to convince him that this is a homeopathic sport performance machine, and that’s when I’m going to force him to admit his homosexuality and his raw passionate desire for me. And not just admit it, he will be forced to live his truth. The secondary function is to completely reprogram the mind and implant ideas or traits that were never there to begin with. I’ll have to use that function to reprogram my parents so they don’t think it’s weird that Macky and I will be having so much loud, ravenous sex all over the house. Mmmmmm that thought of Macky’s 8 inch juicy cock stretching out my virgin hole is getting me so hard. Gasping out and hearing Andy’s voice sounding frantic as I try to get my breathing under control and relax my ass muscles to let my older brother slide balls deep inside me….Fuck yeah, I need to do my field test now! Wracking through Andy’s mind I remember that before Monday games there is always a mandatory Sunday practice. Okay, I close my eyes and sift through Andy’s memories, visualizing faces and bodies until finally I have my test subject picked! Anthony! He’s one of Macky’s best friends and shit, I’ll be god damned if it wouldn’t be hot to make that straight tall dark and handsome jock get down on his knees and suck Andy’s cock. Mmmmmmyeah I let memories and images of Anthony fill my head. Oh fuckkkkk, the stud signed to be a rower at Boston College, so I know he has a firm and strong body underneath those clothes. I get up and walk to the mirror, reveling in one of my new favorite pastimes as I taunt Andy’s reflection.“Oh you sick fuck. You’re about to reprogram a nice guy like Anthony and make him some queer cock whore? Oh you’re a dirty little fucker aren’t you?” I quickly huff in Andy’s pits, feeling a euphoric headrush from the stench of his boyish odor. “Little whores like you don’t deserve deodorant” I say to my reflection, watching my satisfaction visible in Andy’s face which has been warped into a wicked smile of triumph. I give Andy’s ass a firm smack, lightly yelping as I grab a hold of that firm yet juicy cheek and give it a squeeze.“mmmmmmm yeah, so close to finally finishing this damn plan,” I say, giving my reflection one last staredown before I leave to catch Anthony at practice. “Don’t you ever forget I own you. I am you. I’m inside you. I abuse your body and eat your cum, but you love it because I love it!”I show up to watch the practice, dressed in athletic attire myself. I figure I might as well hit the gym after this test run- gotta keep my new body in hard and toned shape. Accessing Andy’s memories, I whip up a quintessential Andy gym jock outfit: long grey compression shorts, black short shorts over top, Andy’s lacrosse jersey, gold chain, backwards facing Georgetown hat, and some compression garments over the elbows. I put a white nike compression sleeve over the right elbow, but on my left arm just above the elbow, I tie a bright neon pink band. Just a little something bright and colorful, a first step in showing the world how cute Andy will look when he’s always wearing either neon or bright colors. I watch the practice diligently, trying to be a good little brother, but feeling tossed to the side as Macky ignores my cheers and tries to dart his gaze away from me whenever possible. Anthony notices this and sees me looking a little bummed, so when practice is over he invites me out to do a little off the cuff pick me up play. This is my first time really testing Andy’s agility, and I’ve gotta say, damn that boy can run! Well, now I can run! As soon as I get a hold of that ball I dart and weasel my way through a wall of hulking jocks, expertly jumping over and maneuvering my way through until I finally somersault over the last beefy jock, nailing the landing as my feet plant solidly right in the end zone.“TOUCHDOWN!!!!!” I hear Anthony roar, beaming from where I left him in the dust and looking so American boy next door cute in his light pink shorts and T-shirt that shows off all the hard work he’s put into his body. I mean I can just tell he’s got a nice solid, yet tight and toned torso. Cobblestone abs just dying to be licked and a perfect V-shape starting at his wide shoulders and solid arms, leading down to his tight and narrow waist. And fuck me, those legs. So strong and toned, oh and the perfect amount of brown hair leading up his inner thighs. I struggle to keep myself from getting a hard-on as he races to where I’m standing and hugs me so hard he hoists me into the air. “What the fuck man where did that come from?! That was amazing!” Anthony applauds as he drops me back down to the ground with a thud. “I think you’ve got a bright future ahead of you as a star quarterback”Admittedly, I get a little lost in the glory, but I see Macky eyeing me from afar, obviously proud of his little brother, but burying that pride underneath his disdain and frost he feels towards me. I wait for my little crowd of applauding bros and football jocks to dissipate until it’s just me and Anthony. I agreed to stay behind and help him put away all the equipment since it was his turn to take on that task. As we’re hoisting helmets and loading water bottles he keeps piling on the compliments, making me genuinely blush. I wish I could see what I look like right now- I’ve always imagined Andy would look cute with rosy red cheeks. “Hey Anthony…”“Yeah man. What can I do for our future MVP?” he responds with sincere kindness.“I got this new thing that I think might help Macky do better tomorrow at the game. Would you be willing to help me test it out?”“I think Macky will be fine if he takes some notes on you, man. How the hell are you still JV? I’m talking to coach first thing after the game and getting you on Varsity, where you belong. And-““Anthony, please. This is serious. I want my bro to do well. Will you just give me a few minutes?”“Yeah, man. Of course”I turn to hide the devilish grin on Andy’s face as I unload the secondary protocol and remove the adhesive temple units. After having Anthony lie down on his back on the abandoned field, I place the units on his temples and he laughs a bit as he shivers from the cold gel. I tell him to try to relax as I calibrate the device.“So what is this thing again?” Anthony asks.“Oh it’s the newest hot thing in the NFL,” I bullshit him. “It sends sound waves or some shit directly to where the brain controls nervousness and calms that down, making it easier to focus and get ‘in the zone’”“Wow sweet! Well maybe if this goes well we can all get a little zap before the game tomorrow.”Poor sucker, I think to myself as I hit the on switch.“UnnnnnnngggggggggggggGGggGGggg WHHHHHHAAAAAATTTTTTTTHHHHEEEEEEFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!” Anthony screams as the units begin sending shockwaves of electricity into his brain, making every muscle in his body seize, but also breaking his resistance down in preparation for the next phase. I honestly start to get a little hard watching this toned jock trembling and unintelligibly shouting in so much agony, but I remind myself that hopefully the best is yet to come. Suddenly, Anthony relaxes, his arched back plummeting to the ground as he stares blankly into the twilight sky, looking peaceful and docile as the machine begins sending a barrage of algorithm impulses directly into his brain. “Anthony. How do you feel?”“I feel good, Andy,” he says blankly.“Did you mean what you said earlier? About thinking I have a shot at varsity?”“Oh absolutely. I’ve never seen anyone move like that.”“Did you enjoy what you saw as I made that play?”“It makes me happy to see such good football talent.”“No, did you enjoy me? Did you enjoy watching my body as I bolted and jumped my way through? Did you like seeing my tight bubble butt and toned arms hurling down the field? Did you want to just tackle me to the ground and touch and taste my body?” I ask as I crank up the machine’s power level. He looks like he enjoys it as he begins squirming and his breathing deepens in satisfied gasps the higher the power goes. “No, Andy. I think you’re really cool, but I was only focused on the football. I’m straight and I’ve honestly never had sexual thoughts about other guys.” Well, I guess now is as good of a time as ever to try out the reprogramming feature. I hit a green button and make a few calibrations before feeding Anthony his new self.“Anthony, you DID want to touch my body earlier. You wanted to rip off all my clothes and clean my sweaty body clean with your tongue. You wanted nothing more than to swallow my cock and let me fuck your throat on the field.”“Mmmmmm Yes, Andy. Your body looks so delicious. Always wanted to have your cock in my mouth. Oh yeah, fucking my throat…”“You work out so much to impress men, not chicks. Now tell me, why do you work out?”“I-I-I want other men to notice my body, to be impressed.”“Because you love attention from other men. The thought of a handsome hunk forcing his tongue into your mouth and shoving his cock up your ass is such a turn on. Hell, we’ll make you vers. The thought of shoving your cock up a tight boy asshole turns you on too. But tits and pussy are fading from your mind. Now tell me how much you like this,” I say as I lean over his body and bring my mouth to his, quickly meeting his tongue and enjoying our little oral dance.“Very Much, Andy!” Anthony says, gasping for air as we end the kiss. “Ohhhhh yeah, dick and ass. I love the attention of other men. I just want a dick in my hole. And I want to be inside tight boy assholes.”“You love cum. You crave cum. You want it inside you more than anything whether it’s inside your mouth and throat or inside your ass, you hunger for the warmth and the creaminess.” Anthony just moans in response. “Anthony, you are completely, absolutely gay. You will still talk and act the way you do with your friends, the straight boy persona and all, but everything I have told you is absolutely true. Is that correct?”“Yes, Andy. All correct.”“You will do anything I say. Is that correct?”“Yes, Andy.”“You love following my orders. Is that correct?” he just gasps and moans, letting me know following my orders will bring him the highest of sexual pleasure. p>“Good boy” I say with wicked satisfaction as I give Anthony another electric surge like before, locking in all of the adjustments and reprogramming his mind. So far it seems like the secondary protocol is a success, but let’s wait until he wakes up. The poor guy blacked out from the experience. “ohhhhh…..Andy is that you?”“Hey Anthony. I think you fell or something- hit your head probably. You feel okay?”“mmmmmm Yeah. Never felt better,” He coos as he stretches out, still lying on his back. I see him eying me with new lust, an intensity and hunger that wasn’t there before. “Hey Andy, do you like getting your dick sucked?”“Fuck yeah, dude. Especially love finding a bimbo who’ll let me cum down his throat.”“Did you say ‘he’?” Anthony asks with hope in his eyes, as well as dramatic tenting in his pink shorts. “Here, let me help you with that,” I say as I unzip his shorts, freeing that monster cock as it pops out with a BOING. “Commando? Wow, that’s so dirty and hot,” I tell him as I grab his fuck stick and begin pumping him slowly. He’s moaning out, eyes clamped shut, but then I lean down lightly lick the head of Anthony’s cock before taking the whole head in my mouth and swirling the end of his cock with my tongue, setting off all those sensitive nerve endings and making him squirm for dear life beneath me. “OH Andy! UNNNGGGGGGGGFUUUUUUCKKK!” He yells as his fist grabs a tuft of grass and his whole body thrashes so powerfully that he rips an entire fistful of grass from the earth. As much as he enjoys receiving this treatment from me, I can see a glimmer in his eyes that lets me know how badly he wants to service me. I stand up and tell him to get on his knees in front of me. “Service my cock”“Oh yes, please, Andy. You’re so perfect, Andy,” the mindfucked Anthony exclaims as he yanks my black shorts and my compressions down to my ankles, getting slapped in the face by my 7 inches of glory that flop out. He starts by pumping me, getting me fully hard right away, making me feel empowered as he says things like:“Oh Andy, you’re such a hot boy. You have the most beautiful cock, Andy. Oh Andy, you are so fucking cute.”I’m on a high of power, owning Andy’s body and mind as I feel all this pleasure in his cock, and feeling the thrill of having this innocent and sweet reprogrammed jock pumping my man meat. Anthony looks at me from down on his knees and then looks at my cock. I know what he wants, so I let him know to go ahead-and no teeth! To my great shock, he expertly swallows my cock in one smooth motion. No teeth at all, and he even uses his throat muscles to make a milking, suction on Andy’s cock. Fuck, I’ve been horny all day in Andy’s post-puberty teen body and Anthony gave me such an expert hand job. I can’t believe this, but I literally just got the last inch of my cock down Anthony’s throat when my balls seize up and I feel it coming!“Mother Fucking FUCK!!!!!” I shout as I grab Anthony’s head and ram my cock even deeper down his throat, forcing him to swirl around a bit, making him milk every last drop of my cum as it floods directly down his throat. As full as he is, I can hear him making feral squeals of pleasure and satisfaction. The pleasure of satisfying me and taking in Andy’s tasty teen juices was so satisfying to Anthony that he starts launching ropes of his own cum, the creamy missiles landing all over the front of my legs and thighs. As we both calm down and I pull out of his throat I point at the mess he made.Without another word he gets to work licking up his own juices off of my body, savoring the flavors and making me moan as his enthusiastic tongue starts to drift a little too far up my thigh….Fuck I love being Andy…. Secondary protocol is without a doubt a success. Ready for primary trial. Mmmmmm Macky, you’re mine now… Chapter 3 Thus far: Shane, a computer tech prodigy, has a deep and powerful hunger for Macky (right), so he has ruthlessly transferred his knowledge and consciousness into Macky’s younger Brother, Andy (left). Macky is a deeply repressed homosexual, and Shane, in Andy’s body, failed to seduce him. So, Shane will be using the secondary protocol, a mind control device, to reprogram Macky and make him crave his (unknown to him) possessed brother. Recap: “Mother Fucking FUCK!!!!!” I shout as I grab Anthony’s head and ram my cock even deeper down his throat, forcing him to swirl around a bit, making him milk every last drop of my cum as it floods directly down his throat. As full as he is, I can hear him making feral squeals of pleasure and satisfaction. The pleasure of satisfying me and taking in Andy’s tasty teen juices was so satisfying to Anthony that he starts launching ropes of his own cum, the creamy missiles landing all over the front of my legs and thighs. As we both calm down and I pull out of his throat I point at the mess he made.Without another word he gets to work licking up his own juices off of my body, savoring the flavors and making me moan as his enthusiastic tongue starts to drift a little too far up my thigh….Fuck I love being Andy…. Secondary protocol is without a doubt a success. Ready for primary trial. Mmmmmm Macky, you’re mine now… The night before the big game… Arriving home, sweaty and dirty from my successful trial of the secondary protocol with Macky’s good friend, Anthony, I know the time to act is now. I don’t even bother changing or showering as I walk to Macky’s room where he’s holing himself up, still doom and gloom over last night’s incident. I know he wanted to blow his load down my throat, and he will. He just needs a little push to get over the whole me possessing his little brother without anyone knowing and turning him into a cock hungry whore thing. And that’s totally understandable. But with a little help from this device, Andy’s tastebuds will finally get to taste the manly juices as they erupt from his big brother’s cock, and I’ll get to enjoy the privilege of swallowing every last drop. *Knock knock knock*“Go Away!” Macky shouts from inside.“Come on, man. Please let me in. You’re my big bro and I need to talk to you.”“I said go away!” Macky refuses to relent. “Look, I know I fucked up and pushed too hard last night. I know we’re both straight. We’ve just been really stressed and I shouldn’t have been all weird like that, but I honestly just want to help you play better at tomorrow’s game. So will you please let me in?” I say using the sweetest tone I can possibly muster with Andy’s cute voice. I hear rustling and grumbling from the other side of the door and Macky’s lumbering footprints as he opens the door, not saying a word, but inviting me in. I notice he’s just in boxers and when he catches me glancing at him he quickly puts on a T-shirt and some gym shorts to cover himself up. Why even bother? I think to myself. You’ll just be ripping them off anyway once I release you from your repressed horny lust for my body. “So what is it?” Macky asks as he hops onto his bed, landing on his back and relaxing with his hands resting on his tight stomach. “KT Tape? Ultrasound? Tigerbalm? I’ve already got all of that stuff.” Macky says, closing his eyes and sounding exhausted. “No way man. I got this thing from a friend, and it’s the hottest new thing NFL players are using. It’s all-natural, homeopathic, and junk, but makes you focus like CRAZY.”“Well…Yeah, let’s give it a go,” Macky says, unable to resist anything that’ll make him a better football player. I get to work, quickly placing the probes on his temples, eliciting the same cold shiver as Anthony when the cold gel pads adhere to his temples. “So bro, what is this supposed to do exactly? Are we doing shock therapy or something? Hahahaha-“*Click*“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSHHHHHHHHIIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!! THE FUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!” Macky screams, writhing in pain as electric impulses are pumped directly into his brain. Every muscle in his body is contracting at the same time, making his face turn bright red from strain as he grits his teeth with his eyes clamped shut, face scrunched into one of agony as the veins on his neck dilate until they look like they’ll pop. Mmmmmmm you should see Macky’s abs and pecs right now, all tight and toned and looking shredded from the electricity disabling his nervous system. His back is arched with such force that he’s airborne off the bed. Finally, he collapses with a thud onto the bed, lightly moaning as his deep breathing calms down and he just stares at the ceiling, his psyche’s defenses shattered as his brain is penetrated by waves of algorithm impulses. I decide to start simple, realizing that Macky’s fragile mind also has the deepest repressed feelings. “Macky, can you hear me?”“Yes, Andy,” he answers with a soft and peaceful tone.“How do you feel Macky?“I was in pain, but now I feel very good. My head feels very funny, but I love the vibrations I feel coursing through me.”“Those are the probes, Macky. They’re sending algorithms into your brain. Those algorithms will rewire your brain and make you a better football player. You just have to be honest with me. I promise I’ll do the same.”“No….No. Can’t be honest,” he replies with more worry and conflicted tone to his voice.“Why can’t you be honest with me? I’m your little brother. We’ve always been such good pals. You’re the reason I got into football because I saw you looking all serious and powerful and I wanted to be just like you.” I dip into Andy’s memories and my own memories of practice earlier that day to create that shtick. I must tread carefully though. “There’s something. Can’t say. Too much shame.”“There’s no such thing as shame between us. We’re too close for that. Here, you tell me who you think I am and I’ll tell you who I really am.”“You’re Andy. You’re my little brother. You’re athletic and love the attention you get from the ladies. You’re straight and pretty calm and chill,” Macky responds with subdued confidence in his response. “No, Macky. You’re right that my name is Andy, that I’m your little brother, and that I’m athletic, but I don’t give two shits what the ladies think about me. I am as gay as they come and when I’m alone I don’t like to be chill; I’m a sexual deviant and love perverted sexual taboos.”“What do you mean?” Macky blankly responds with a hint of confusion and curiosity. “Jesus, man. I’m saying I like taking it up the ass and I like swallowing hot, fresh cum.”“But-““I was honest with you, now you be honest with me, big bro.”“I-I-I…..I’m…”“You’re?”“I’m gay…” Macky finally says out loud, a cloud of tension years in the making evaporates from his psyche as he lays in bed, saying that phrase in different ways, finally being forced to confront his truth and live it. “I’m Macky and I’ve been gay as long as I know. I’m gay. I’m gaaaaay. I’m gayyyyyy,” Macky says, exploring different ways of admitting his homosexuality. Unbenownst to him, he’s self-reinforcing his truth as his phrases, with the assistance of the algorithms, bust through his walls of secrecy and shame.“Tell me how you know you’re gay” I probe.“There’s just nothing like a nice tight, solid bro ass, just waiting for me to slide my cock inside of. I’ve always wanted to seed a cute twink ass, to have a lean and toned boy to call my own and love and hold close to me at night, and to pound whenever he needs a reminder of who his hole belongs too,” Macky says softly, revealing his truest and deepest desires. I notice that Macky is starting to get really hard, his erection threatens to burst out of his boxers. And to be honest, I’m starting to feel Andy’s cock swell up as I try to process how perfect this is going so far. Soon you’ll be mine, Macky. We’re at the finish line. “Do you care what people think about you? Does any of that matter when you have the chance to slide your meat inside a cute twink and finally have the satisfaction of cumming so powerfully inside him that you think you might pass out?” Macky just stares blankly, twitching slightly as my algorithms force him to embrace his truth. Finally, he relaxes again and says, “The thoughts of others don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a cute boy to embrace and seed.”“Good, Macky. We’ve made so much progress. Do you think we’ve made progress?”“Yes, Andy. You’re forcing me to face what I really am, but I’m thankful. Now I can start looking for a tight virgin ass to make my own.”“You won’t have to look far!” I exclaim with a chuckle.“What do you mean, Andy?” Macky asks with a hint of concern penetrating his relaxed mental state. “Well, now that you’ve finally accepted that you’re gay we can finish what we started last night and finally let you blow a load deep inside my tight virgin ass. Isn’t that what you want? To grab onto me tightly as you thrust your strong hips against me, sending all 8 inches of your juicy cock inside me, making me yell loud enough that it echoes through the whole house?” I ask, hoping to clarify his desires for him.“Oh No, Andy. I am gay. Deep down to my core gay. And I’m glad you’re gay too and that you have my back like I’ll have yours from now on. But we can’t be together. We’re brothers. I love you, but as a bro and a friend. Last night was complicated. I was repressing so much. It just erupted out of me, but I shouldn’t have let things get so out of hand with you. We can’t ever be together like that,” Macky says with quiet certainty. I can’t believe this shit! Frantically, I check the readings on the device, also making sure the probes are still adhered properly. Fucking Damnit! Everything checks out, so it’s not possible for him to lie to me right now. After everything I’ve been through! After all the years of Macky punishing me for his repressed homosexuality and still making me fall head over heels for him! After possessing his cute and fit little brother so he could have someone hot enough for him to cum inside of! After going through the damn trouble of making him embrace his masculine and powerful gay desires! And he still doesn’t want to be with me! I’m so fucking mad that without even thinking I grab the secondary protocol device and begin furiously making adjustments. This was definitely not part of the plan, but I don’t give a fucking fuck! I hit that green button and prepare to override Macky’s familial love and respect for me as his little brother, Andy. Macky trembles powerfully, his brain being pummeled by algorithms designed to reprogram his thoughts and perception of the world. “Do you think I’m hot?!” I ask angrily, constantly raising the power and intensity of the device’s impulses. “No- Can’t-You’re my little brother, Andy. Please….”“You want me. Tell me you want me! Tell me you want to touch my body!”“W-w-w-w-ant you…NO WAIT-yes, want you. Want to touch your-Andy, please!- oh no-yes…yes I want to touch your body,” Macky says as he goes back and forth from malleable victim and resistant older brother. It really is admirable how much he is able to fight this, but there are 30 power levels and we just barely cracked past level 7. Click-just raised to level 8. “You want to taste my tongue and kiss me passionately because you are in love with me. I am your little brother, Andy, who you’ve known and loved as a brother all your life, but now it’s time to see me as a lover.”“Noooooooo…Andy, you can’t-“Click-level 9“Your tongue…want to taste your tongue. Kiss…you….want to-no why am I thinking this? You’re my brother! I can’t-“Click-level 10“Yes, kissing your mouth is good. Mmmmmm yes, Andy, I love the taste of your mouth because we’re lovers-OH MY…no this is wrong this is so wrong! I won’t! I-“ Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Level 15“Unnnnnnggggggggggyeaaaaaahhhhhhunnngggggggggg,” Macky groans as he thrashes his head around, being overwhelmed by the surge of overpowering brain power algorithms. “I love you Andy! I crave you as a lover. Want to hold you in my arms every night-feel your warmth comforting me-I want to be the person you wake up next to every morning. Yes, Andy! From now until the end of time,” Macky exclaims with enthusiasm and passion as he looks at me with fierce longing in his eyes, longing to hold me in his arms and protect me from the dangers of the world. The only thing keeping him from sweeping me into his arms is the device, still immobilizing his body by pouring mind control algorithm impulses into his brain because I’m not done with him yet. “You love me, but you also want to dominate me. To make me your little boycunt. You want my mouth around your thick man meat,” I say, getting hard again from the sheer amount of perversion taking place. “Waittttt-Bbbbbut I love you. Don’t want to dominate—Maybe just a little….No! I just want to hold you close and never let go-“ Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Level 20“OhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK,” Macky yells as his back arches, the veins swelling on his neck as the muscles in his neck and face contract. “Yeahhhhhh Andy, I fucking love you so much, but don’t forget that I own your tight boycunt. Yeah, you’re gonna be using those fine lips and your smooth throat to service my meat. Fuck yeah, you’re a whore, but you’re my whore that I fucking love,” Macky says with a sneer and a shade of pride and self-confidence that has never existed in him before. Fuck I’m so hard right now, watching him squirm as his brain is pounded over and over again by my program, making all these utterances of his permanent changes to his personality. I smile wickedly as I realize we’re almost done. Just one more thing left, and I suspect it will rouse Micky’s last shred of fight.“You want to seed my tight virgin hole. You want to mark my hole as yours for life by sliding your 8 inch cock inside me, and fucking a load of your cream inside me. My moans and shouts will turn you on so much as you look down and see me, your little brother looking up at you, hungry for your cock inside me, and so grateful to be so full of you. That’s where your cock belongs- Inside me!” The new Macky is squirming in delight, but as expected, the old Macky returns for one last showing of his immense willpower. “Seed your fucking tight virgin-HOLY SHIT NO! NO NO NO WAY I—-want to mark your hole as mine for life. That’s right, this load will coat your insides and then you’ll be mine forever, Baby Bro. Hope you beg for Big Bro’s cock to give you what you need, a nice and creamy—GOTTA FIGHT UNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG PLEASE!!!! YOU’RE MY LITTLE BROTHER!!!!!—and when I look down and see your delight as my cock fills you up, I’ll roar with satisfaction as I give you what you need and fill your tight hole with my—COME ONE, MACKY!! FIGHT IT!!!! YOU GOTTTAAAA ARRGGGGHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!”I let Macky thrash around, allowing him to be convinced he can fight back and beat it. Mmmmmmm, watching him thrash his head around, helplessly trying to hold on to his decency is making me so hard. I can feel Andy’s precum leaking out of his cock like a faucet. Holy Shit, I think I feel it dribbling down my leg! Enough of this Bullshit! I reach into Macky’s boxers and grab onto his hard cock and begin pumping him powerfully, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm, before stopping right as he reaches the orgasm level. “Does that feel good?!” I ask as I pump Macky and edge him for the 17th time. “Yesssssssssssssss!” Macky screams in delight, desperately thrusting his hips and trying to hump his cock into my tight grip. “Pleaseeeeee let me cum!”“You know what you have to say, Macky! SAY IT! SURRENDUR!”“No, but I can’t! Gotta-“I remove my hand from his boxers, leaving him helplessly fucking the air as I edge him for the 18th time. Tears start flowing down Macky’s face as he humps away, so powerfully that he’s shaking the bed. “PLEASE, ANDY!!!! I NEED TO CUM!” Macky yells with panicked desperation. I reach over and pinch one of his perky nipples, making him moan as I menacingly look him in the eyes and tell him, “Say it!”“OHHHHHHH FUCK OKAY! YOU WIN I SURRENDUR, JUST PLEASE LET ME CUM!”“Glad you saw things my way,” I say with a smirk as I reach into his boxers, making him smile and moan with giddy relief and delight as I pump him closer and closer towards the biggest orgasm of his life thus far. Macky is moaning in appreciation, curling his toes, and smiling as his face is carved into a close-eyed smile of ecstasy. He’s grinding and thrusting his hips into my grip around his swollen and throbbing cock and right as his breathing starts huffing louder and faster and harder, making him look like a struggling triathlete and letting me know he’s just a few seconds from cumming, I finish him off and destroy whatever remnants of resistance remain inside his brain. Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Click-Level 30…Macky’s entire body seizes up and convulses with such power I worry he’ll snap in half as the maximum power of impulses flood directly into his brain! His mouth is wide open, face bright red, and the veins on his neck threatening to burst as he tries to scream, but no sound comes out. His back arches in spasms, making him flop in place on the bed like some sort of dolphin having an agonizingly powerful orgasm. Then, nothing….Macky stares at the ceiling, no words leaving his mouth as a dribble of drool leaks out of his mouth. Holy Shit I pushed too hard! I fucking fried his brain! What the fuck am I gonna-“My cock belongs inside of…you. My thick manly cock belongs inside of you, My little brother, My lover, my boycunt. Fuck yeah, Andy, you’re gonna beg me for my cream seeding your ass, and I’m gonna hold you so tight to me as I muffle your screams of pleasure with my mouth. I fucking love you, Andy! I’m ready to spend the rest of my days holding you tight late at night and early in the morning, and pounding your boypussy whenever I need to,” Macky says with absolutely no resistance. He starts convulsing and shouting again, this time because he’s feeling the delayed sensation of blowing an enormous load in his boxers, soaking the entire crotch area and still dumping enough hot cream that it oozes out the thigh holes. Macky just quivers, sighing with relief and satisfaction before I seal in the session with the electrical impulse, knocking him unconscious from the overwhelming power of the previous events, and permanently sealing all of the new and kinky changes to Macky. Even though my cock is throbbing and dripping precum down my leg now in a steady stream, I look over at Macky, slumbering peacefully, and decide to cut him some slack before the big game tomorrow. The guy needs his rest and there will be plenty of time to spend with him afterwards. I walk down the hall and hop onto Andy’s bed, realizing that my plan has finally pulled through. Not bothering to change these wet with precum boxers, I just scoop up as much of Andy’s precum as possible and rub it all over his face like lotion, enjoying the smell of his boy juices as I drift off to sleep. Fucking hell yeah, transferring my consciousness into your tight and lean boy body was the best decision I ever made, Andy. “So fucking hottt…..” are my last words of the night as I drift off. The Big Day“Did you see that play?!” Macky asked me as he lovingly hugged me in his arms and lifted me into the air after scoring the winning touchdown. He was being borderline too affectionate, and I had to hiss at him to let me down when he instinctively tried to kiss me. “Bro! We’re in public! Put me down so we can take pictures. You’ll get your reward later!” I hiss playfully into his ear. He begrudgingly puts me down as we pose for some photos together. “Hey Andy.” “Yeah, Bro?” I answer. “You’re the best little brother ever. I just wanted you to know that. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I know what’s gonna be getting into you when we get back to the house.” “You’re the best big brother ever. I love you, and I’m so happy to give you your victory fuck.” He gives my ass a playful squeeze, risking getting seen in public. The element of danger makes it so hot. Fuck yeah, I can’t wait to get back to the house. You know, Macky sure is right- I’m the best little brother ever…or I would be if I actually was his little brother. We’re done with all the pictures and I’m riding shotgun with Macky, who is still elated after scoring the winning touchdown. Normally he’d shower with the rest of the team, but he practically carried me to the car, bent on getting home ASAP. “Are you sure you don’t wanna shower with your bros and celebrate your win?” I ask him as we cruise along the road to our home. “You’re the only bro that matters and we’ll be celebrating, alright,” he says with a wink that makes me blush. I’ve been in Andy’s body for 3 days now, and I’m already realizing this was the best decision I’ve ever made. I flash my now older brother a devilish smile before I reach a toned arm over and grab his thick man meat, massaging it with my soft hands and enjoying the feeling of it growing in my grip. “ohhhhhhhhhh fuck….Andy that feels so good. Wait, we should-“ “Start celebrating right now” I interrupt as I lean over at the redlight and grab his face, forcing my tongue into his mouth and enjoying this passionate kiss as he explores my mouth also. “I know you’re good for more than one round of celebration” I tease him as I slide my hand into his shorts and grab his rod and begin stroking him. I know he can’t wait any longer when he’s moaning like a bitch in heat as he thrusts into my grip on his cock. “Oh fuck bro! GOD YEAH MAN THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” Macky shouts as I begin sliding his 8 inches into my mouth and down my perfectly relaxed throat. He surprises me when he involuntarily thrusts the last 2 inches into me, immediately bringing my lips down to the base of his cock, forcing me to take in the sweaty man odor of his trimmed bush. I breathe it in gladly as I get ready for one hell of a car ride home. “OH FUCKKKKKKK!!!!” Macky shouts as he dumps endless rivers of cum down my throat. I hungrily eat every last drop, making sure that whatever didn’t get dumped directly down Andy’s throat is immediately consumed. Macky is shivering with pleasure and giddy joy and I actually have to grab the steering wheel because he doesn’t see that truck that just slowed down. “Holy Shit Balls that was close dude!” Macky shouts, breaking out of his euphoria. We both laugh together and he just says, “We’ll have to practice the road head more. I’ve gotta work on my focus,” he tells me with a wink as he reaches his hand and grabs my firm rod through the silky fabric of these shorts, firmly gripping and massaging the rock hard mound trapped in this compression underwear. He keeps rubbing me until a wet spot forms on my compressions, a nice healthy flow of Andy’s precum as well as my squirming body and attempts to keep my moaning under control let Macky know how much I want him, how much his loving brother, Andy, is turned on by him. When he slips his hand into these compression shorts and wraps his strong fingers around Andy’s marble hard cock, he knows this cock is hard because I want his body and his dick cumming inside me as our sweaty bodies are grinding all over one another. He looks at me intently, squeezing, massaging, stroking, jacking my cock as I flash him a smile, gasping for breath and ask him, “Are we there yet?”“Bro, you better be a good boy. You ask me that again and I’ll pull this car over right now and we’ll start on the side of the road,” he says with wickedly cute mischief. I just lay back and relax, moaning in appreciation as Macky expertly pumps my cock, bringing me closer and closer to shooting a load all over his new car. Fuck, that would be hot! Then we can both lick it off together. Mmmmmm God, I love Macky, but I love possessing his little bro, Andy, even more! Thank God, we just got home! The folks are still in Napa Valley-guess they figured we had things under control, and boy do we! Macky is cursing as he frantically tries to shove the key to unlock the front door. I can smell his musky and manly sweat, still fresh from his football game where he made his team and his little brother proud. *CLICK*“Finally!” Macky exclaims as he opens the door and I eagerly follow him inside. *UMF* He pushes me playfully and forcefully against the wall, forcing his mouth over mine as he finally gets to express everything he feels inside. I know this is my doing, but it is just so fucking hot to let him think these are his own thoughts and feelings. Macky briefly comes up for air.“Oh Fuck, Andy I love you so fucking much. I want your lean, toned boy body so much. To be on top of you and feel you underneath me as I hold you tight and show you that you belong to me.”He smiles at me adoringly before locking his mouth back over mine, wrestling his tongue with my surprised mouth before he starts grinding his crotch against my own, making me moan with longing as his force and grinds keep me helplessly pinned against the wall. Macky grabs my arms and pins them against the wall above my head. For fun I try to escape his grip, but with his strong arms I remain completely locked in place. Macky giggles at my futile attempts. “I love you, my little loverboy,” he says as he closes his eyes and leans in to take a deep huff of my neck.“Andy, you smell so gooooood” Macky gasps before he starts licking up and down my neck, taking in my taste, finding a spot next to his bite mark from a few days ago, sucking so hard I can almost feel the blood vessels bursting! I yelp, my cock twitching from excitement, something he can still feel since he is still grinding his hard cock and crotch against my own.“And you taste fucking fantastic,” he says before locking his mouth over mine again, letting go of my arms as he wraps his arms around me, cupping my tight boy ass cheeks and lifting me into the air. I wrap my legs tightly around him and circle my arms around his neck as he effortlessly carries me upstairs.“I bet your virgin boycunt tastes even better” he coos, giving my ass such a tight squeeze that I yelp before he shuts me up with another sloppy kiss. *OOMF*I land on my back as Macky tosses me onto his bed and climbs on top of me. The feeling of his weight on top of me is extremely comforting and with his new programing it must be for him too since he wants nothing more than to love, protect, adore, and dominate his little brother, Andy. Lucky for me, I’m the one inside Andy’s brain. Macky grunts as he leans back, straddling me as he grabs my shirt by the collar and rips it in half. He finishes ripping it off before he rips his shirt off too and leans back down to grind his chest against mine, keeping me trapped underneath his larger and more muscular body as the taste of his mouth and tongue take me to a heaven, the feeling of his hands grabbing and squeezing my tight boy pecs and nipples take me to whatever is above that. Mmmmmmm I can see the passionate lover side of Macky. He’s so loving and protective so far that I almost forget about the domination until he shoves his sweaty pit over my face, making me take in a huff and lick his pits clean after all the grueling and dirty sweat he earned on that hot football field. Egging me on, Macky sighs with approval, telling me I’m being a good little brother. His approval makes Andy’s cock dump out a stream of precum, making me moan out in desperation as I hear Macky tell me, “Mmmmmmm yeah, you have to earn the privilege of having my cock in your boycunt. You gonna show your big bro how much you want it. Go ahead, show me.”Macky gets off me and lays flat on his back, his shirtless body tantalizing and tempting. He still has his football cleats and jock strap and football pants, etc. on, so I start by taking off his cleats and socks, getting smacked by a manly odor so strong I feel like I just got punched by a comic book villain named testosterone. I can’t help but lick all over these grimy feet, making Macky squirm as I clean his ticklish feet for him. I finally get up to the toes, using Andy’s mouth to suck each one individually until I’m sure there is no trace of his manly filth left. I can’t help it anymore and strip off the rest of Andy’s clothes, wanting to show off my body to Macky and gain his approval. As I finally get my tight compressions off (a difficult task with an erection this hard) Macky looks at me with a twisted mix of adoration and dominance. Just that one look from him makes another drop of precum ooze out of Andy’s cock, making me go into a frenzy as I try to gain Macky’s approval so he’ll finally let my virgin boycunt be full of his 8 inch man meat. I grab both waistbands, his shorts and his jockstrap, and I pull them down off his legs in one smooth motion before I toss them across the room. Macky’s cock pops out and smacks his abs, making a pop sound that almost echoes through the room, eliciting a giggle from him that instantly morphs into a moan as I grab his cock with his little brother’s hand and begin pumping him with a tight and purposeful grip. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Andy, little bro, you’re a good little boycunt. Keep showing me how much you want it. Prove yourself to meEEEEEEEEEE- Oh FUCK!” Macky shouts as I keep pumping him while also using my tongue to gently and tantalizingly lap up the precum oozing out of his dick, setting off a firestorm of sensation through that fat cock head. Macky begins thrusting into my pumping grip, hollering out as I keep flicking his cockhead with my tongue, teasing his cock and making him more and more frustrated as he wishes for nothing else than to feel full satisfaction for his wet with precum cock. Finally roaring in frustration from my tease, which was just what I wanted, he gets up and roughly flips me onto my back, spreading my legs forcefully as he yells at me, “Oh I know exactly what you’re doing, little bro! A little boycunt like yours is desperate to be full of big bro’s cock. Well let’s see how you like a tease!” He says as he lowers his head between my thighs and takes in the boyish odor of my virgin hole, tightly licking rings around it, making my thighs literally convulse with anticipation and desire. I gasp when he finally places the tip of his tongue right on the middle of Andy’s perky rose bud and slowwwwwlllllly begins forcing his tongue inside me. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Mackyyyyyyyyyy” I can’t help but groan as he begins swirling inside me, getting me lubed and slick for his fat cock. I grab Andy’s sensitive nipples and keep moaning out in longing and desire as I muse to myself how earth-shattering it is that this moment has finally arrived. “Yeah keep moaning for me, you whore! Your boycunt fucking loves it!” Macky grunts before thrusting his tongue back inside me, making me yelp and making my hole clamp down on his tongue so tight that he struggles to pull his tongue out of me. “Damn, Andy. You must really want it. Show me how much you fucking want this cock,” Macky commands as he taunts me with that hard cock, playfully slapping my balls with it before circling it around my tight virgin hole, making me try to thrust against him in the hopes that maybe I can spear Andy’s virgin hole at least with Macky’s thick cock head. “Oh you’re not ready for this meat yet, little bro. Show me how much you want it. Get yourself read for me!”“Yes Macky! I’m sorry, Macky! You’re too big for a virgin hole like mine” I gasp as I begin shoving Andy’s fingers into his virgin hole for the first time. OOOOOHHHHHH FUCK ANDY IS TIGHT! Even though Macky loosened me up a bit with his tongue it still takes all I’ve got just to get a single finger all the way inside. I sigh with relief as I finally get the finger inside me all the way to the base of my hand, and then I groan in pain as I try to gently pull the finger in random directions, hopefully stretching this hole enough to make room for another finger. “You gotta do better than that if you want THIS inside you!” Macky shouts as he pumps his hard meat, enjoying the show. “Right now, you better slide two fingers in easily into your whore virgin ass or you won’t get to feel me sliding inside you!”“Noooooooo I need your cock inside me!” I desperately respond. “I can do it, Macky. Your little brother cock whore can impress you and win the privilege of feeling you inside me! Let me prove it!”Using all of my willpower and my immense and absolute control over Andy’s body, I try with all my might to relax Andy’s sphincters and ass muscles as I slide two fingers in all the way, gasping a huge breath and a sigh of relief as I get them in all the way until the top of my palm is jabbing against my hole. “Fuckkkk yeahhhhh” Macky says with wide eyes and a predatory hunger as he watches me moan and squirm from the delight of finger fucking Andy’s tight hole. I open my eyes and see him approaching me, finally willing to give me what I need, so I pull my fingers out and grab at his bed sheets as I wait for what’s coming. “Unnnnnngggggggg OH MACKY!” I yell as he slowly forces the head of his cock inside my tight virgin hole. Holy Shit! I still don’t think I was ready for this! But it feels so good to finally be filled! Macky slowly pushes deeper and deeper inside me, using his strong hips to push, inch after inch. The feeling of his thick cock stretching Andy’s deep insides is surreal! And the feeling of Andy’s tight ass squeezing onto Macky’s cock as he just keeps pushing in is making me grip at those sheets and yelp out in Andy’s voice, “Oh my GOD! Macky you’re so BIG!!!! UNnnnNNNNNGGGGG!!!!” I thrash my head around a bit and squirm from head to toe as Macky finally leans down, sweaty chest on my chest as he grunts and thrusts the last two inches in HARD. I see just white for a second as I blank out, overwhelmed by Macky’s 8 inches fully inside me, feeling completely full and penetrated. And even though he’s giving me a chance to get used to his cock, he’s still moving his hips around in a swirly motion, making his fully plugged cock rotate and rub all the nerve endings so deep inside me I could never dream of reaching them on my own. I wrap my legs around his strong ass and pull him tightly into me, grunting as Macky shoves his tongue back into my mouth and begins pulling his cock out. The feeling of his cock leaving me and scraping against my nerve endings makes me feel both incomplete and hallucinatory, but then:“Ohhhhhhhhhhh FUCK!” I scream as Macky thrusts back into me in one hard, fast, motion, completely filling me up and making my back involuntarily arch. “You FUCKING LOVE IT!” Macky hollers has he pumps his cock into my hungry hole, grunting as he pushes my legs up and wraps his arms around me, making it easier to fill me up. “OHHHHHHH!!! I” *THRUST* “FUCKING” *THRUST* *LOVE” *THRUST THRUST THRUST!!!!* “IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UNNNNNGGGGGGAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”I reach a hand and caress Macky’s back, helplessly pummelled underneath Macky’s strong body as he pumps in and out of my hole, talking so dirty to me and finally making me feel loved. “Fuck yeah, Andy! You’ve got such a nice tight hole. FUCKING TAKE THIS SHIT! TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU FUCKING LOVE IT! YOU LOVE HAVING BIG BRO’S COCK INSIDE YOU!”“OH MACKY! MY TIGHT HOLE FUCKING LOVE’S YOUR BIG BRO COCK! UGHHHHH MMMMMMMMMMM PLEASE!!! PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER-OH! FUCK MMMMM YEAH!!!!!”“SUCH” *THRUST* “A NICE” *THRUST THRUST* “BOYCUNT! UNGGGGGGYEAH TAKE THAT DICK!” *THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST!!!!!!!!* “MACKY!!! THANK YOU, MACKY!” I holler in joy as I see the look of ecstasy in his face before he leans back down and buries his face in my neck, giving my hickey a hickey as he uses his hands to rub up and down my smooth and toned body, making special attention to my developing pecs as he grabs that lean muscle and squeezes, using his thumbs to flick my nipples. This continues for almost half an hour, leaving me borderline hallucinogenic, when Macky finally says, “GET ON ALL FOURS! I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM! I’M SO CLOSE, ANDY! BIG BRO’S GONNA BREED YOUR HOLE LIKE THE BOYCUNT SLUT YOU ARE!”I enthusiastically get on hands and knees as Macky lunges at me, spearing all eight inches inside me in one rough animalistic thrust!“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I scream in a shrill voice.“SHUT UP, ANDY! FUCKING FUCK! SO CLOSE! DO YOU WANT THIS LOAD?! YOU WANT BIG BRO’S HOT CUM FLOODING YOUR INSIDES!”“UNNNNNGGGGGG YES, MACKY! PLEASE FILL ME WITH YOUR Hot CUM!!!!“I’M GONNA DUMP THIS LOAD IN YOU AND MAKE YOU MINE FOREVER! THIS-UNNNNNNGGGGYEAH!!!!-THIS HOLE BELONGS TO ME NOW!”“YES MACKY! MY TIGHT BOYCUNT BELONGS TO YOU NOW! WHENEVER YOU WANT, MY HOLE IS YOURS! I’M LUCKY TO RECEIVE YOUR HOT LOADS!” I yell as my face is scrunched up in overwhelming pain and pleasure. I use my ass muscles to try to milk the cum right out of Macky’s cock, so desperate to be filled, but Macky just grabs on to me tightly and says, “NOT YET!”Fuck! I feel my balls tightening. I just can’t take it anymore! The feeling of Macky filling up Andy’s hole and the satisfaction it brings me! I start breathing deeply, grunting and moaning as the pressure builds. But Macky can sense this; he grabs me by my throat and turns my head around as he tells me, “You don’t have big bro’s permission!”I clench tightly, holding back this orgasm as he keeps thrusting inside me, sliding his cock against all my stretched out muscles and nerve endings and pounding that abused prostate! Oh FUCK!!! THIS IS SO HARD! I NEED TO CUM OH GOD I NEED TO CUM!“PLEASE MACKY!” I wail with desperation. The force of my effort to clench this orgasm inside is making my abs and groin feel like they’re going to rip into shreds. I scream in agony as the pressure keeps building, refusing to be subdued by me. I make a fist and desperately start pounding the bed as Macky keeps using his strong hips and abs to slide his meat in my smaller body, hovering over me in a display of ownership and dominion. “MACKY PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!” I scream as tears begin streaming down my face.“OH, ANDY! HERE IT COMES! HERE-UNNNGGGG-IT FUCKING-OH SHIT-CUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSS!” Macky roars as he finally grabs onto me and pulls me so tight into his final thrust that I think our bodies might merge. He digs that cock deeper and harder than ever before as a flood of cum explodes out of his cock, making my hole feel warm and full as he keeps grunting, fucking ropes and ropes of cum into my satisfied boycunt. “OHHHHH FUCK!” Macky yells as he looks down and sees that he’s cumming so much that each thrust is squeezing previous cum out of my flooded hole, making room for the next load that shoots out of his orgasmic cock. I Finally let go and I can’t even describe what I feel as my untouched cock finally gets sweet sweet relief. I just pass the fuck out!I wake up several hours later, or at least I think it’s several hours later. It’s dark in Macky’s room now, so I’m guessing it’s night time. I’m still pinned down comfortably on my stomach as his larger and more muscular body is passed out on top of me. His cock is soft now, but it’s big enough that it’s still plugged inside me, bringing me a sense of comfort and safety as I drift back to sleep, a smile plastered on my face as Macky’s light snoring serves as my lullaby. I briefly have a flashback to the game we went to together just two short days ago when I first started making my move. Oh how far we’ve come (and cum) since then.“I love you, Macky,” are my last words right before I close Andy’s eyes, finally happy that I have the perfect life.

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...I’m starting to think that after this episode, Dr. Kogami was let off pretty generous by SOL Technologies after what he did. I mean yeah he was kinda murdered by them but at least he lived on in the network while Ryoken took pretty good care of his physical body. Honestly I’m surprised they didn’t go after Ryoken, or any of the other Knights for that matter, but that’s a discussion for another time. Now watching Go’s complete 180 during 74, I’m getting Roger flashbacks, especially the whole Sergey sub plot. I knew we were going to be getting people hiveminded going down the line after what happened to Jin, but I was just expecting it only from Lightning’s side. Now we have to worry about SOL brainwashing people too? Oh great, how screwed is Akira now?

The episode starts off with us seeing this giant metal dome inside of SOL Technologies and at first I thought we were seeing Aqua’s cage but nope, it is Go Onizuka, strapped up in VR gear and wires, doing simulation duels against Playmaker, and apparently winning too and my god, he actually did it to himself 0-0 Last time we really saw Go was during his duel against Soulburner where he was basically bitching about how Playmaker and Soulburner are all powerful because they went through the trauma of the Hanoi Project. So what does he do after that? Apparently make his own Lost Incident from the looks of things. Go, what the actual f*ck?! Okay yeah sure, SOL Technologies could have made him do this against his will but with the way the show has be writing Go as of late, I’m 100% sure he did this of his own free will, which I think is now gone. After Go steps out of the dome, and we see him again chasing Earth and Aqua, he’s completely lifeless, not Jin levels of lifeless, but he’s definitely not himself. He’s got the brainwash eyes and everything. He traded muscle for brain power and honestly, it is rather disturbing. Don’t know if this is actually SOL controlling him or the after effects of his Lost Incident but either way, this is just a giant nope from me, especially considering what they could do to Akira now. Queen is speaking next week and I don’t think that a good thing at all now that Akira is technically working with Yusaku’s group. I’m honestly expecting him to get brainwashed now and have a Blue Girl and/or Ghost Girl duel against Akira in the future now.

Oh speaking of which, I love how this episode can go from WTF horror to WTF hilarious instantly. After what Ryoken told Yusaku about how Lightning’s group is monitoring the network, everyone is just meeting each other in real life to inform them of such. Yusaku has Akira meet him in a warehouse to tell him the details, using a voice changer to hide his identity while Takeru is on look out from on top of another warehouse and I’m just laughing so hard at this because my god, this show. Take out the card game element and this show could be something completely different I swear. Also I just love Yusaku and Takeru’s hoodies. Everyone in this show look freaking amazing in hoods. Hey Ryoken, I know you had one when you were younger but do you have another one for your current size? The Disaster Trio looks amazing in hoodies sorry. It is not my fault the show made these three super pretty. Also looking back at it, I think we missed out on Ryoken wearing a hoodie to meet Yusaku and Kusanagi last episode. I mean yeah he had no reason to hide his identity from them but with the way Yusaku screamed his name as “Revolver”, he probably should have. Anyway, potential fanart aside, Akira passes on the information to Emma (who isn’t dead and isn’t making a big deal out of the fact that she was almost shot) and Aoi who make it their goal to find Earth and Aqua to get them on the side of humans. Meanwhile, Yusaku’s groups is also trying to find Earth get him on their side before Lightning can convince him to join his cause who they figured must be searching for Aqua.

Cut on over to Earth and yeah, after lots of searching, and I mean a lot of searching around Link Vrains, he finds Aqua, who indeed was captured by Lightning since she saw through his plans and didn’t want her spilling the beans to the other Ignises. I don’t know if it is because he didn’t have the time, or couldn’t do it himself without another Ignis help (Windy in this case), but I’m wondering why he didn’t just rewrite her code into joining his cause like he was trying to do with Ai? If he had Aqua on his side, Earth would automatically be on his side instead of being outnumber now like he is now after Aqua told Earth the details of her capture. And let me tell you, he was not happy to find out what Lightning has been doing, especially with the whole capturing Aqua thing. I do like how Aqua, with her ability, was just so quickly able to call Lightning out on his bullsh*t XD He’s not going to be to happy to find out that she’s free.

So after the exposition, Go shows up and we get one of the funniest moments of the entire episode. In order to protect Aqua from Go, Earth pushes her to her death and she’s goes failing to hell. Yeah I know Aqua can float and isn’t going to die from this but my god that’s one way to perfect your waifu I guess. I do like to note that when Playmaker and Soulburner go out to search for Earth, they end up splitting up to cover more ground with Soulburner taking the lower areas. I’m willing to bet that Soulburner and Flame are going to end up finding wherever it is that Aqua fell.

So after throwing Aqua overboard, Earth makes Go stick around to duel him. We get the reveal of Go’s change with Playmaker and Ai being witnesses to the it and the battle. Earth takes a pretty good lead and seems to have the most control of the duel until Go Fusion Summons (guess no Synchros from him unless he ends up summoning one next episode) and the episode ends there. While the duel is going on, Aoi decides to log into the Vrains to see if she can do something, putting her into the grand scheme of things going forward, while Emma decides to play the role of Kusanagi for her team.

I can’t go into as much detail as I usually try to do when I feel like there is a lot to take away from a episode, since I have to get ready to leave soon, but I really do like how this episode has set things into motion from two groups on two different levels. Right now, on the higher level, we have Earth and Go fighting it out with Playmaker and Ai observing. On the lower level is Aqua who like I said will probably run into Soulburner and Flame. Blue Girl is also running around, trying to catch up to the top group, and we know from the cast list that Spectre will show up. It makes me wonder if Blue Girl will run into Spectre who tells her to head on down to find Aqua? If Aoi does turn out to be our female Lost Child, Spectre will know that Aoi is Aqua’s partner, since Revolver stated that him and the Knights know the identities of all the Lost Children and their partner Ignis, so maybe the Knights are trying to get the Lost Children to pair up with their respective Ignis in order to keep them from joining Lightning’s side? It would make sense why Spectre would show up to maybe help Earth. I made a comment on the cast list about why Revolver wasn’t in it when Spectre was but if we are currently dividing the groups up, he might actually be down in the lower levels, trying to help Soulburner, Flame, and Aqua when what I guess is either going to be Blood Shepherd or someone from Lightning’s group attacks them. I currently just want to know how far did Aqua fall because there is a level in Link Vrains called Tartarus and that speaks for itself. And if she does end up in Tartarus, oh boy for a whole different reason. Ask the Kingdom Hearts fandom on what I’m referring to there. If we find Aqua with golden eyes, yeah sorry, we got to kill the bitch.

Last few things I like to say. The ED, like the previous one, is changing to reflect the current events. Go looks to have seen better days in one shot before he changes to think he’s Jesus or something. So what’s that say about some of our other characters in the future? I...let’s just say I’m concerned for a certain someone...you all know who I’m talking about. He’s on the sh*t list and you all know it. As for the preview, it takes about how Go has just fallen so badly that yeah...he kinda sold his soul to the devil to defeat Playmaker. Go needs a hobby is all that I’ll say to that, other then the fact that he seriously is just the unlikable version of Zarc. The guy who just wanted to entertain people at the beginning of the show who seriously just lost his mind as it went forward. He might have actually sold his soul to Zarc, card game Satan and all.

...I now have an idea for a one-shot. I don’t know if I will actually write it but the idea is interesting.

#vrains #vrains spoilers #Thoughts #theories

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megatentious · 6 years

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Shin Megami Tensei 3 Nocturne is still incredible

I just finished a replay of Shin Megami Tensei 3 for the first time in a decade, so I felt compelled to write a big long unstructured essay about it where I’m going to sound like an overwrought crazy person. That’s okay though. There’s just something about this game that really speaks to those of us who find our way in. When you sound like a hyperbolic cultist writing soaring prose to try to meet the game at its level, it’s not a unique reaction. We’ve all been spellbound in the same way, the game is designed to do it. How is it designed to do this? Basically, in every conceivable way! The music and sound composition, the moment-to-moment battling, the environmental art and location choices, the progression systems for both the protagonist and demon fusions, the scope and method of storytelling, the density and depth of the mythological references, everything fits together like a symphony to inspire these feelings. Tension, immersion (lol), and utter absorption. Nocturne is a clinic in how to structure every aspect of your game around a unified vision (finding the strength to survive in a cruel and barren land) without hugely compromising ambition. That this level of design can be sustained over the course of 50 hours for the average playthrough and 70 for those of us determined to reach the lowest depths of the game’s enormous optional (!) Amala dungeon is insanely remarkable. Some of the more adolescent fans of the Shin Megami Tensei series and the broader Megaten franchise lionize this one in particular as being the most “dark” but that’s a kind of stupid and narrow way of looking at it. If you’re a cool person you don’t love Nocturne because it’s “dark” you love it because the game makes you feel like you’re hallucinating. SMT3 is unconcerned with providing detailed exposition and light-hearted character moments, but it’s a game that is overrun with “story” at every turn. And not just in the environmental, piece-it-together Souls series storytelling sense people love to talk about, there are actually a bunch more NPCs around straight up delivering dialogue for you than you’d think! Pair that up with the demon chatting, the compendium entries, the audiovisual cues and the gorgeously directed cutscenes, and the common complaint that SMT3 has no story just seems like nonsense to me. The game isn’t necessarily just dour or unambiguously somber either. Megami Tensei’s roots are in the pulpy trash of 80s light novels, and you see this in some of the humorous demon-focused crassness, the bits of comedic negotiation dialogue, and the seeming mish-mash of myth as aesthetic influences. But the funny paradox of SMT3 is that it’s a game built on a punk-rock foundation of rebelling against what’s proper and mainstream (see any interview with the creators) that is also simultaneously downright austere by today’s standards. Grand and lonely and visionary in tone, careful, measured and meticulous in its design, without an ounce of bloat, nothing wasted or incoherent, it’s just so impressive on every level (I promise I’ll get more specific with my gushing soon). There’s an attitude among some Megaten fans that Nocturne is the one that doesn’t fit in the series, that it’s too different from previous Shin Megami Tensei games, but I don’t think that’s right. To me there’s a very clear throughline, it’s just Nocturne’s antecedents aren’t necessarily found in its immediate numbered predecessor. When it comes to the main and numbered games in this series, you can very easily see the path from Megami Tensei 2 -> Shin Megami Tensei 2 -> Shin Megami Tensei 4, all of which begin years after the apocalypse has occurred and concern themselves with how society persists and political factions collide decades and even centuries into the aftermath. They are the three most readily described as “cyberpunk”, they’re chattier, they’re a bit more clichéd in their own ways (amnesiac gladiator and military academy recruit openings for SMT2 and SMT4 respectively), they let you use guns and their general sensibilities are similar.

SMT3’s lineage is, I feel, more directly traced from two other games. SMT1 and (hear me out!) Revelations: Persona. I think it’s easy to link these three games together for several reasons. In all three you begin in relative peace in a current day city, in all three the inciting incident is an occultist ritual, and interestingly in all three the hospital is your first dungeon, deliberately chosen for its uncanny familiarity to create an immediate sense of unease (and also the pretty obvious birth/death location symbolism). These are games centered around the immediacy of disaster and apocalypse, and take modern day locations that are meant to be familiar and subvert them to make them unnerving. Atmosphere is a word I see frequently used to praise all three games (yes there are at least 1 dozens of us, [dozens!] who like Persona 1) and the dream-like, surreal atmosphere in these three games can be strikingly similar.

So yeah, good lord, Nocturne’s atmosphere. This game is simply filled with astonishing imagery at every point. The art directors managed to make each scene feel somehow weighty and mesmerizing, with aesthetic choices made throughout that are just so thoughtful and cultured. Angels and demons look terrifying and awesome, in that they inspire terror and awe. Gods and goddesses appear benevolent, their facial expressions neutral and lacking in human emotion. Jack Frost remains the best mascot in videogames. There’s well-researched details in the animations and all aspects of appearance (see here for a bit on Baphomet’s posing). The vocal and sonic choices are perfect, like that unsettling blaring soundblast when the statue of Gozu-Tennoh speaks, as if a great and mighty terror is deigning to communicate across worlds.

There are posts that dissect the spiral imagery of the vortex world that repeats over the course of the game. There are entire sites devoted to breaking down the wide range of inspirations for the game's transcendental demon design. Random tumblr people compare the cutscene direction to Ingmar Bergman films, and it’s interesting to see how the cutscenes are frequently in first person or otherwise hide the protagonist, which not only hearkens back to series roots (while saving budget $$$) but also conveys solitude and makes the scenes with multiple demons and figures appear that much more spectacular. On any given day you’ll find a tweet or two or three of people overwhelmed by the game’s aesthetic choices, its virtuoso game over sequence, or title sequence, or pretty much any sequence. It’s the purest expression of a world class artist’s singular vision and is the reason why all of us sound so annoying whining for Kazuma Kaneko to return from his flower field exile.

There’s also a very ingenious way SMT3 supports its themes and that is through the combat. Nocturne is a game about stealing turns. It’s the fundamental principle of the battling, it’s why everyone tells you to keep the skill Fog Breath, and it’s a carryover from the simpler system in SMT1 where the method of stealing turns was using charm bullets or casting Zio to paralyze the enemy before they even have a chance to act. The battle system has a famous Engrish name called “Press Turn,” which is distinct and not to be confused with the One More system from newer Persona games or the alignment based combat bonuses of Strange Journey.

In SMT3, any given press turn encounter depends upon the party composition choices you’ve made, not only the resistances and repels/drains you enter with (two very different things in terms of battle consequences!) but also the moment to moment decision-making of turn management, weighing how to strategically pass to maximize damage output over the course of the fight. Every battle is an opportunity to demonstrate your efficiency and mastery of the systems, and the goal of each encounter is to use foresight and preparation to demolish your foes before they have the chance to even act. Steal turns and survive in a barren land of death upon death, this is the elegance of Press Turn. You’ll hear endless discussion around this game’s difficulty, and encounters generally have teeth to them yeah, but there is a very principled fairness to the battling where combat swings do not occur as dramatically as they do in say, SMT4. SMT3 is balanced perfectly by virtue of its lack of save anywhere option, providing you with tension at all times but also most importantly the tools to mitigate disaster over the long term, which is a deeply deeply rewarding way to survive.

Press Turn’s UI really adds to this rewarding feeling. How terrifying is it when a boss casts Beast or Dragon Eye, and suddenly a string of new turn icons appear? How satisfying is it to see a row of flashing turns, knowing that you’ve fully exploited your enemy? The enemy composition really accentuates this as well, with encounters often designed to avoid easy spam of single elements or physical skills to mindlessly coast to victory. SMT3 doesn’t want you taking any shortcuts, if you want to take advantage of a given demon or magatama’s skillset, you need to pair your choices to mitigate the corresponding weakness, or the enemy’s AI will press their advantage in the exact way you would. It’s a really satisfying symmetry.

There are also other paths to battle that are just as viable. Exploiting weaknesses with a multipurpose magic build is another way to steal turns. Building battlers around skills that maximize critical hits is another way. And if you are terrified of the infamous one-shot deaths that people like to say are the franchise trademark? Equip null-death magatama in between level ups. Raise your luck. Resolve battles before enemies even have the chance to use the spell against you. Raise your speed so enemies don’t get the chance to go first. Get endure as soon as possible. The tools for success are all right there for you! Nocturne tasks you with growing strong enough in this world to ascend to creation, and it provides you with multiple paths to reach this goal.

So, about these multiple paths, let me talk to you a bit about SMT3’s famously unique alignment system. Other games are lauded for their ultimately fairly stupid morality systems but Nocturne breezily operates on a completely different level. Instead of RESCUE and HARVEST in dumb giant gothic font or literally color-coded paragon and renegade meters, in SMT3 you align yourself naturally through story progression with factions concerned with stillness, power, solitude, freedom, or rebellion. Instead of the grand binary moral choice being telegraphed through hideous-looking “Little Sisters” (god I hated that stupid name haha) there’s a rough analogue in the actually sympathetic but far more complex unsettling-looking Manikins, whose character motif is described by the creators as representing those who lose themselves to the strength of numbers. There’s unfortunately a tiny amount of material in the game to support extremely tedious “canon” discussion, but the game actually works best and most purely as an abstract, impressionistic vision of grand universal themes. Playing through any one of SMT3’s six endings makes the universe feel vast and overwhelming, and asks you to contend with a broader suite of philosophies than ‘good’ or ‘bad,’ and that’s ultimately what I think the developers were most interested in going for.

Something about the prose in Nocturne is also special in a way that is extremely difficult to accurately describe. Like everything else in this game it feels elegant and detached, gods and goddesses are appropriately otherworldly without sounding like haughty stereotypes, lower demons are funny and crass in a way that’s not so on-the-nose. Again it’s very difficult to pinpoint but something has been lost in the writing of the newer games, even a bit as small as how angels and demons in the game actually never name anything directly as God, but instead refer obliquely to a Lord, an Absolute, or a Great Will, Nocturne just gets all the little details right.

As I run out of steam from this braindump, I notice there’s still an essay’s worth of observations in so many other topics that deserve to be discussed. The Tokyo-focused but somehow universal theming of the game’s alignment principles and locale visuals. The insanely expansive but unfortunately compressed soundtrack (see over three hours of unreleased material alone here), where dungeon music regularly evolves to indicate progression, and battle and boss music quantity is generously varied both between and within song. The extremely rewarding fusion system can be plumbed to frankly insane depths, with a demon bestiary that is reasonable to 100%, and the lack of “use it or lose it” demon quality that hits other SMT series games contributing to a better feeling of progression and customization opportunities. The demon negotiation, which rewards your knowledge of mythological connections among pantheons with unique one-time only dialogue. The dungeons, the DUNGEONS. With the exception of an early set of sewers, an apparent shitty dungeon theme RPG tradition, each of these are little masterpieces of aesthetics and design, with their own thoughtfully introduced and iterated gimmick, planned wonderfully for both third and first person, often wrapping in and around themselves in spirals in that very Shin Megami Tensei-specific way.

Even if you think a game like Nocturne seems too dense or impenetrable or boring or random-encounter filled or whatever, it’s worth giving it a real shot for yourself to see if it manages to grab you. We’re no longer in those days in the late 2000s where the game cost exorbitant amounts of money to get, a digital version can be found on PS3 for $10 (with only rare emulation issues in certain dungeon sections), and the disc itself was reprinted and can be found brand new on Amazon if you have a PS2 or want to emulate on PCSX2, where the game looks even more breathtaking. Either way, find a way to treat yourself to an RPG where it is actually appropriate to throw around the term masterpiece. I didn’t really write any of this text no one’s going to read to make a persuasive case to anyone, but sometimes games will inspire you and it feels good to ramble about them. Games like this one are nearly impossible to make nowadays, and SMT3 is something worth cherishing.

#smt3 #nocturne #smt nocturne #unparalleled #why doesn't that last gif work here oh well

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imaginetonyandbucky · 6 years

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The Sound of Tech-no

Prompt by Anonymous: Imagine Bucky bringing Tony one of those new robotic pets (like BB-8 sphero or aibo) and DUM-E, U & Butterfingers LOVE them. Tony doesn't know if he should be offended or happy, he just feels like one of those single moms who's really happy when his boyfriend's kid get along with her kid.

A/N: My only experience with a robotic pet was back in the 90′s, when I won a tiny white fluffy dog at a kindergarten carnival that could “walk“ and randomly barked while at it (needless to say I broke it within a week). So I hope dear prompter won’t mind if instead of a new robotic pet, Bucky goes a bit retro - but for a good reason, as google helped me find the cutest thing ever that just screamed winteriron at me <3 Enjoy!

~Lantia

“Hey, Tony,” Bucky greets him from somewhere behind him, sounding unusually cheerful.

“Morning sunshine,” Tony replies, hurriedly tightening the screw on the engine he’s working on so he can shift his focus on the man.

“Morning? ‘S more like afternoon, actually,” he chuckles.

That explains why he’s so hungry. “I missed breakfast?!” he whirls around, eyes wide.

“And lunch,” Bucky laughs some more. “Not a big deal…Thor ate all the pizza again, so there’s not much left. But! I saved a club sandwich for ya,” he grins, offering a plate to him.

Tony doesn’t pay any attention to the food, although it looks very inviting. Instead, he alerts to the uninvited guest sitting innocently next to Bucky on the floor.

“What…is that?!” Tony blurts out, staring between Bucky and the...thing wagging its metal tail.

“Oh! This is uh, Tekno. The puppy dog,” he introduces the intruder, who barks happily at the sound of his name.

“I can see what it is, but…what is it doing here?”

“Brought him to meet ya of course. T’was my therapist’s idea…said I could benefit from an animal companion,” he smiles, observing the metal dog.

Tony watches the scene, raising a curious eyebrow. “Uhhhm, I’m pretty sure he meant an actual animal. You know, a living one; bones, flesh, fur, needs – the whole deal.”

“Yeah, I guess. But I’m still kinda celebratin’ the fact I can take care of myself…not sure if I’m ready to add another living being into the mix just yet.”

He would argue with that, knowing Bucky is well past that stage of his recovery. But from his own experience, he can understand the reluctance to take responsibility for something…or rather someone else while still unsure of his own state of mind.

“So I figured if DUM-E and the bots work for you, I could…try somethin’ similar,” he shrugs.

“And by something similar you mean…a barking, metal puppy.”

“It was JARVIS’s idea.”

“Of course it was,” he rolls his eyes and looks up, expecting the AI to explain himself but JARVIS stays silent. Figures.

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“And he can do a lot more than just bark. Look!” he holds up a finger and crouches. “Tekno? Paw!” he commands and the robot offers him his right paw with an excited sounding bark. The excitement is matched on Bucky’s face as he takes it with his flesh hand.

“Wow. A dog doing…dog things. Who would have guessed?” he says in a mocking tone.

“It is a dog, Tony. Don’t need him to know nuclear physics or martial arts. Playin’ fetch is fun enough for me.”

“Uh huh,” he glares at the happy couple, making Bucky chuckle.

“Are you…jealous of a lil’ robot toy, Tony?” he asks, smile turning into a grin.

“Jealous?! Of that thing there?! You can’t be serious. If anything, I’m offended by its…simplistic design and…limited functionality,” he stutters out and curses internally.

Yep, he is jealous of a god damn robot toy. How pathetic.

But Bucky just laughs some more and gets up. “This is actually an older model…from like ten years ago? The most recent one looks much more uh, futuristic. And can do more stuff. But when I saw a picture of this one, I knew I just had to have it.”

“Really…why?” he squints at the dog, trying to see whatever it is Bucky’s seeing.

“Ain’t it obvious?” he crouches down again, moving his left arm next to the dog. “He matches my arm. And! The joints reminded me of your arc reactor. He’s perfect for me,” he smiles up at Tony with so much wonder, Tony almost backs up under the sheer power of it.

Giving it a second look, he has to admit the toy does in fact match both Bucky’s arm in the metallic aspect and Tony’s reactor in the blue-lit leg joints. It’s like…a weird, strangely cute combination of the two of them. Tony smiles despite himself and crouches down too. “So…what’s his name then?”

“Tekno,” Bucky shrugs, still smiling at the excited pup.

“That’s the name of the toy series; you can give him whatever name you want.”

“Tekno sounds cool. He even looks like a Tekno, doncha think?”

He sighs, letting his heart melt at the sight of his happy boyfriend and the…cute…barking puppy. “Yeah, sure. Tekno it is then.”

The new addition to the family and their collective focus on it of course doesn’t escape the rest of the metal gang. So while Tony’s trying all the different commands Tekno understands, DUM-E and U approach the three of them while Butterfingers extends his arm from across the workbench, all of them watching the scene in curiosity.

DUM-E sneaks next to Bucky, harmlessly poking Tekno with his claw.

“Whoa now, big guy. Be careful there with your…new sibling,” Tony warns the bot, that keeps on analyzing the dog with his built-in camera.

Tekno eventually reacts to a particular series of beeps DUM-E emits in his greeting frenzy and barks at him, but otherwise ignores the bots altogether. DUM-E is absolutely ecstatic anyway, rewarding the show with some happy beeping and even U rolls closer now that the big brother is done assessing the newcomer.

But that just won’t do in Tony’s opinion. He lets the bots – and Bucky – fuss over the dog and gets up, a new project already forming in his head.

A few days later, Tony descends into the workshop after an afternoon SI briefing and is greeted by a pair of gray, squinty eyes. They’re not the ‘you messed up big time’ squinty eyes – thank the gods – but something akin to ‘something’s going on here I just don’t know what…yet’ kinda squinty eyes.

“Bucky-bear! The love of my life! The Moon to my stars! The beat to my heart! The soul of my…soul!” he finishes off with a cringe, but keeps the grin plastered up. “What’s up?”

The former assassin loses the serious squint right after ‘Bucky-bear’ and fights a grin of his own in complete futility throughout Tony’s ridiculous greeting. “Tony,” he says almost like it’s a question. “My dear, lovely, brilliant Tony…do you, by any chance, have any idea why my dog is turning more and more sentient with every day?” he asks patiently.

Tony looks down at Tekno, sitting like a portrait of innocence by Bucky’s right foot. “Uhm…maaaaaaaaybeeeee?” he drawls out, watching Bucky’s eyebrows raising at the confession. “I guess? Before you come to all the wrong conclusions,” he holds up his hands in defense, “I’m not turning him into another JARVIS or anything like that. I’m not even teaching him nuclear physics, I swear!”

Bucky nods a couple times, folding his hands over his chest. “So…what are you doing? I said I liked him! As…simple as he was.”

“I know! I’m not trying to make him something he’s not, okay? It’s just…not fair.”

“What’s not fair? Other than you upgrading my dog in secret?” he asks and the hurt in those words threatens to rip Tony’s heart in more pieces than it already is.

“You’re coming to all the wrong conclusions now. Exactly what I was afraid of. Uhm…right, uhhh…please don’t kill me?” he blurts out, starting to panic a little. “Or, you know, worse than kill me? Like…leave? Or…hate me, or…”

“Tony! I’m not doing anything, just tell me wh - ”

“I thought it was unfair and sad that he couldn’t really understand the bots and play with them and conspire with them against us as they oh so like to do, because they’re kids and it’s in their nature to torment us to no end and I gave up to the sap I am and installed a simple – VERY simple – and very dog-like behavioral, recognition and learning core into him so that he could…do all that,” he says so fast it’s almost incoherent to his own ears and cringes, waiting for Bucky’s reaction with closed eyes. There are some expressions on his face he doesn’t need to see, especially not aimed at him. Like anger. Contempt. Disappointment.

Disappointment in particular.

He flinches away from the metallic touch against his nape at first, but a second later he finds himself wrapped in a warm, supersoldier embrace. “You couldn’t just tell me that days ago?” Bucky whispers into his hair, none of the emotions Tony was so afraid of anywhere to be heard in his voice. Instead, it’s…gentle. Fond.

Tony buries his head into the crook of his neck and holds on for dear life. “S’not ready yet, I wanted to test it first and…t’was supposed to be a surprise,” he shrugs but his brain quickly catches up with the silliness of the whole scenario. “Yeah, you’re right, I should have just told you. ‘m stupid.”

Bucky pulls away, holding onto his shoulders lightly and there’s that special, warm smile playing on his lips, so rare Tony could count how many times he’s seen it on fingers of just one hand. “You, my dear, are a genius.”

He frowns a little. “Well…if you say so. I mean uh, yes. I am. I know that I am.”

“Good. Because whatever it is that isn’t ready yet as you say? I’d say it’s not only ready, but also working.”

“Huh?”

Bucky turns around, bringing Tony with him in a sort of a half-hug. “You see, this little rascal over there woke me up after my exercising nap yesterday afternoon, bringing the collar with him meaning he wanted to go for a walk. So I got up and got ready to take a lil’ walk around the common floor maybe? But by the time I was at the door, he was in my bed, lying down to sleep. I dismissed that as...a coincidence. But after I showered he did it again. Pretended he wants to go for a walk and then just laid down on the floor, not moving a paw. And again during and after snack.”

“Sounds like a malfunction to me,” Tony frowns some more, looking at Tekno with concern.

“That’s what I thought, too. But then he laughed. Well, barked…but there’s this very distinctive, laugh-like barking? Our neighbors back in the forties had a Labrador retriever and whenever he was happy and having fun, he would bark exactly like he barked yesterday,” he nods at Tekno. “He laughed at me. After repeatedly fooling me into thinking he wants to go for a walk, while in reality…he was just being a little prankster, isn’t that right, Tekno?”

The dog wags his tail, still sitting at the same spot as before.

“Oh,” Tony breathes out and immediately zeroes in on the three bots hiding behind the bench. “So that’s what the four of you were plotting all morning yesterday!” And he thought they were just breaking up the bark-to-beep language barrier…silly him.

Both DUM-E and U beep in what Tony can only describe as innocence and yeah, he is a genius and yeah, the core is obviously working already.

“You little shits,” he shakes his head.

Bucky chuckles, wrapping his metal arm around him again, hugging him close. “Looks like they like each other,” he mumbles, both of them watching Tekno join his three big brothers behind the bench, barking at them and receiving beeping answers in return.

“Yeah…’s good, right? You’re not mad?”

“Oh I am mad,” he laughs, his chest rumbling against his. “Madly in love with my brand new dog, who gets to play with everyone now, thanks to you. Which brings me to being madly in love with you, you idiot.”

“Heeey! You said I was a genius not too long ago!” he pouts, looking up at Bucky.

“In the tech stuff, sure. But you can be an idiot sometimes. When it comes to understanding things they don’t teach in physics. Like, why I wouldn’t be mad at you…for being you.”

“Me being me is usually what gets people mad.”

“Then let them. I love you being you.”

“Madly, yes, you said that,” he smiles, wide and happy. “And I love you t - ”

Tony isn’t able to finish the sentence and then maybe kiss the other man senseless…because that’s where DUM-E sprays them with the fire extinguisher, to the beeping and barking cheers of their entire metal family.

While Bucky bursts out laughing, he slowly turns to glare at the bots and wonders what even is his life right now and what he did to deserve it.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

~Fin

#prompts #winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #tony x bucky #lantia #anonymous #fluff

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Endless Summer Book 4: Daughter of Vaanu (Chapter 25)

Description: Tahira finally comes home

Tagging: @xo-endlessmayhem-xo ; @princesstopgun ; @mysteli

Chapter 25: A Hero Comes Home

Dax

I don't like not being able to monitor my companions on their mission. But my tech can't exactly reach into other realities, and that makes me feel blind and deaf. Luckily, someone else on our side is less impaired.

“So...they're safe?” I ask uncertainly.

Varyyn nods. “Her voice is faint, but I can still hear Alodia. I think Diego must be helping her. She says that everyone has made it safely.”

“...As long as they make it back safely, too,” Sean murmurs. Varyyn reaches over to put a hand on Sean's shoulder.

“I know it is difficult for you, being separated from the one you love.”

“Are you suggesting that it isn't difficult for you?” Sean asks wryly.

“Not in the least. ...But...I have had more time to prepare for a situation like this.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

Varyyn gestures ruefully at his arms and legs. “Looking like this, I am usually safe enough from prying eyes just being out and about with Diego. Most people assume I am in costume and they don't pay much attention. But that excuse does not hold up when I am subjected to greater scrutiny. ...I must admit that I've spent a long time worrying about what might happen if Diego were to become ill or injured badly enough to need a hospital. ...Trying to accept the idea that I would not be able to sit beside him...”

“...That's...a horrifying thought...” I mumble around a sudden heaviness in my chest. I reach for Poppy's hand. She takes mine and squeezes it.

“Couldn't you use make-up or something?”

“I have considered that. It is probably my best hope. But not especially practical. It would take time to apply, it risks rubbing off...I would do it to be able to be beside my beloved if he needed me. But it would still mean seeing that someone else could be there immediately if he needed help. It is quite a relief to me to have Alodia back, and to be living under the same roof as she.”

“Yeah,” Raj agrees. “You know if Diego were ever in trouble, she'd keep an eye on him until you could get there.”

“The two of them are close,” Rochelle observes. Varyyn nods.

“Like brother and sister.”

“Closer, really,” Sean says. “They were all each other had for years.”

“They're like soulmates in a non-romantic way,” Zahra adds. “Platonic soulmates.”

“Is that a thing?” Craig asks.

“Anam cara,” Quinn murmurs.

“What's that.”

“It's Irish. I went through a big phase when I was a teenager studying Irish myth, history, and culture. Anyway, the phrase means 'soul friend'. It was an old Irish belief that the soul hovered around the body like a halo, and sometimes when two people met, their souls would flow together and merge. If I remember correctly, the phrase could be used either romatically or platonically...”

“Soul friend...” Varyyn repeats thoughtfully. “I like that term.”

“Very fitting,” Aleister agrees.

Silence settles over us. I look back at my monitors. Not that there's any reason at all for me to look at them. But I hate feeling so helpless.

“Varyyn? Are they still okay?”

Varyyn is quiet for a moment. “Her presence is faint, most likely because she is concentrating on Tahira. But she is still there. And if there were any trouble, she would surely let me know.”

Michelle

Eva eases herself onto the crystal altar, cradling Tahira's head on her lap while Grayson moves anxiously between her and his father.

“Are they all right?” he asks. “Are they hurt?”

“I...don't think so...” I frown, looking them over and finding no obvious signs of injury. “But if they were just sleeping, they would have woken up by now.”

“They are sleeping,” Alodia murmurs. “They're dreaming between realities. I think...they're being preserved...”

“Preserved for what?” Eva asks warily. Alodia shakes her head.

“Not for any particular purpose. I think Tahira's parents are...protecting them. Holding them in stasis like Rourke was. Like the guests at The Celestial.”

“That...would make sense,” I concede slowly. “This planet is basically dead. No sources of food, no water...this might be the only way either Tahira or Prescott could have survived this long.”

“So...how do we wake them up?”

“Leave that to me,” Alodia replies. She sits down on the edge of the altar where Tahira sleeps and stretches out a hand to touch her cousin's forehead.

“You gonna try mind-talking?” Jake asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I'm still anlashokk. There's no reason I shouldn't be able to reach her.”

Tahira

The fuschia-tinted world around me comes with a sense of deja-vu. I was disoriented at first, but now I'm almost certain I know where I am. It's the crystals rising out of the landscape that make it click, reminding me of how Mom described the matter that had come through the Prism Gate before me. Prism-based matter.

“I...don't think we're on Earth,” I murmur.

“Agreed,” Marci chirps in my ear. “My global-positioning system doesn't recognize this place. Actually, it can't detect any satellites in range at all. And I have a fairly wide range. Tahira, I think something may be wrong with my vital scan function.”

“Your what?”

“I have a function that monitors your vital signs. Heartrate, sinus rhythm, brain waves, that sort of thing. But something appears to be amiss, because I just woke you up, but according to my brainwave scan, you're still asleep.”

I sigh. “Right now, Marci, I think that's the least of our concerns.”

“What concerns would you place at highest priority?”

“Well, for starters, figuring out where we are. ...I think I have a guess there.”

“Do enlighten me, please.”

“I think...this is the dimension where I was born.”

“Oh, wonderful! ...What does that mean?”

“I don't know exactly. ...You heard what Silas Prescott said, right? Right before we...were consumed?”

“Don't you see, Tahira?” Silas Prescott's own voice sounds in my ear, tinny and distorted, muffled by the rush of air around him. “You're the key to all of this. The Prism Gate's energy wasn't strong enough to send me through to the other side, but with my Liquid Prism and your innate power, we can rip a hole in the very fabric of reality!”

I feel my face slacken with surprise. “Marci, were...were you recording him?”

“I felt it might be useful to be able to reference his words later.”

“But as far as we both knew, we were about to die!”

“Dax didn't program me to capitulate. As long as I am functional, I am programmed to assume I will be indefinitely functional. Therefore, even when death appears imminent, I assume that I will survive.”

I can't help grinning. “You clever, clever girl.”

“Thank you, Tahira,” Marci replies with what I swear is pride in her voice. “But Dax should at least have some credit for designing me this way.”

I feel my smile slipping. “I'll make sure he knows. ...If I ever see him again...”

Just for a moment, I let myself feel afraid, acknowledge the rising tide of panic in my gut. I let it bubble up my chest, into my throat, and then I breathe it out. I'm scared. I acknowledge that I'm scared. But I am not going to let it master me.

“Okay...so...we at least have some idea where we are. I think the next steps are first figuring out what happened to Prescott, and then...figuring out a way out of here.”

“I can help with both of those.”

The voice is new, an unfamiliar mezzo that sounds behind me. I whip around, hoping to cover the spasm of surprise that shoots through my musculature. A young woman is standing behind me, a lithe, pretty blonde with clear blue eyes, dressed in armor that gleams amber under the purple-pink moonlight. She spreads both her hands, showing her empty palms as she approaches me carefully.

“It's okay, Tahira. I'm here to help.”

I scowl, striking a defensive pose. “Who are you and how do you know my name?”

She stops moving toward me, keeping her hands up and her eyes on my face. “My name is Alodia. I'm your cousin.”

“My...what?”

“Your cousin. I'm the daughter of your father's brother. Your biological father.”

I let my stance relax just slightly. “...You look human.”

Her lips quirk upwards with amusement as she looks me up and down. “So do you. And unlike you, I'm actually half-human.”

“...What's...the other half? What...what am I?”

She frowns a little, her hands dropping slowly to her sides. “That's...a little difficult to explain. I don't actually know the name of their—our—race. I don't think there are many left, except in spirit. ...I don't know exactly what kind of physical form they took, either. ...Honestly, I know very little about where our parents came from.” She shifts awkwardly. “Listen...I think detailed explanations might be better over a hot cup of something at home, not here.”

“...Home?”

“On Earth.” She hazards another step in my direction. “Where we belong. ...Tahira, you and I have fought very hard for that world. We have families there. Besides...we can't survive on this dead world for long. The only reason you've survived here as long as you have is because your parents put you in stasis.”

“My...my parents?” I feel my heart lurch as another implication of her words sinks in. “How long have I been here?”

“About ten weeks have passed on Earth.”

“Ten! But...I only just woke up here twenty minutes ago! ...Didn't I?”

“By my calculations, you came around eighteen minutes and thirty-four seconds ago,” Marci clarifies.

“You're not actually awake, though. You're...sort of dreaming.”

“But what about Marci? Marci's an AI. AI's don't dream.”

“Well...probably not. But, she may be connected to your mind somehow, based on the fact that I can hear her, too.”

“That might explain your unusual brainwaves,” Marci concedes.

I let my fighting stance drop entirely. ...I trust this woman. Strange as it may seem, I believe her. I believe every word. Still, something in me is hesitating. She sighs.

“Look...I know it sucks.”

“What sucks?”

“To be told you have to go back to Earth just when you recognize where you are. Just when you've landed on the world where you were born. ...I can introduce you to your parents, but you won't really have time to get to know them.”

Ahh. So that's where the hesitation came from. I had never really worried about my birth parents before. Not until Mom told me the truth about where I'd come from...

“Oh, god...” I feel sickness roiling through my midsection. Mom...I never forgave her...I didn't tell her before I left that I love her... And I've been gone for ten weeks... “I...I have to go home. Mom...”

“She's waiting for you. She knows you're alive. She's waiting for me to bring you home.”

I nod, feeling tears in my eyes. “Take me home then. Take me to my mom.”

She holds out a hand. “Take my hand and close your eyes. Then open them again, and wake up.”

“...It's just that simple?”

“You've got me guiding you. Just keep your hand in mine, and don't let it slip away. Keep hold of it as you open your eyes.”

I nod slowly, taking the offered hand. The moment I close my eyes, I start to feel her hand becoming less solid. I tighten my grip, willing myself to keep ahold of her, to fade as she fades so that neither of us will fade entirely. My head starts to swim, and I'm suddenly glad I have my eyes closed. I feel myself floating. Falling. Tilting backwards. It's a dizzy, weightless sort of feeling, nut still oddly terrifying, like falling in a dream. Except instead of an impact that goes through me like a lightning bolt, I simply find myself suddenly supine, feeling a little bit chilly. I flex my feet experimentally, but I don't let go of the hand in mine. And that's when I feel the pressure on my other hand.

“...Tahira?”

This voice is familiar. I gasp, my eyes flying open before I can stop them. Grayson Prescott is leaning over me, holding my free hand. And he's not the only familiar face.

“...Grayson...? ...Eva?” They smile down at me.

“Welcome back, hero,” Eva quips.

“Are you all right?” Grayson asks anxiously.

“I think so...” I sit up carefully glancing at the familiar and unfamiliar faces around me. “A little groggy. ...Wh-what are you doing here, Grayson? How did you...?”

“I know. I'm not supposed to know that you're Dragonness. ...Your mom told me though, when she learned that there was a way to bring you back.”

“Mom knows, too...?”

“She apparently figured it out a long time ago.”

My heart stirs with affection made strangely heavy with sorrow. “...Of course she did. How could she not have.”

“She would have come with us,” Eva says, “and Kenji and Poppy and Dax. But there were limited doses of the stuff that got us through the Gate, and the Catalysts claimed six doses for themselves.”

“...What's a Catalyst?” I ask lamely. It may be a logical question, but asking it makes me feel like I'm missing something obvious.

“I'm a Catalyst,” Alodia replies. “So are Jake, Diego, Michelle, and Estela.” She points to each figure as she names them. “There are twelve of us all together. You'll meet the others later.”

There is one figure she didn't name, a young man with an eyepatch. I nod to him. “And...who is this?”

“I'm Mike.” He smiles, holding out a hand for me to shake. “I'm not a Catalyst, just an associate of them.”

“And...behind you...” Alodia touches my shoulder gently, capturing my gaze when I turn toward her. She nods significantly over my shoulder. I turn to look and find two faceless ghostly figures standing behind me, one male and one female. Their voices come like a song that echoes in my mind and makes tears spring to my eyes.

“Daughter...”

“...Mom...” I choke on the word. “...Dad...”

“Chyyaus and Vaelphis,” Alodia clarifies softly. “...Your biological parents. My aunt and uncle.”

I swallow hard as my birth mother holds out her hand to me. I can't help but reach back. Almost to my surprise, her hand is solid to the touch, cool and soft.

“Oh god...” My voice is thick, cracking with unshed tears. “There's so much I want to say to you both...so many questions.”

“We know. But...perhaps it would be best if we let your cousin answer them.”

“I may not have all the answers she's looking for,” Alodia protests. “I don't understand everything myself...”

“You know more than you think,” my father replies. “And what you don't know, you will learn on your own when you are meant to learn it.”

Alodia snorts ruefully. “Hoo boy, does that sound familiar.”

“The Endless had her faults, of course.” My father sounds a little amused. A little indulgent. “But she was still...one of us.”

“...Tahira...” Grayson's voice is uncharacteristically small and meek as he interrupts our conversation. “...What are we going to do about my dad?”

For the first time, I glance over and see Silas Prescott stretched out on a crystal altar, just like the one I've just awakened on. He isn't moving, save for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. I swallow hard, shuddering as I remember the moment before the portal tore open, the madness in him, the frightening implications of his words.

“I...don't think it would be right to leave him behind here. But...” I trail off, hesitating a moment before I look over at my cousin. “Alodia, can you...find him? The way you found me?”

“I could try...”

“We...should be prepared for a battle when he comes around. Given his goal, he isn't likely to give up and come quietly...”

“What goal?” Grayson asks softly.

Before I can answer, my mother speaks up. “There is no need to wake him here. He is not in the same state that Tahira was. ...I fear his condition is beyond our help. He has poisoned himself with that wretched liquid.” “But isn't that exactly the sort of thing we should be able to help with?” Alodia protests.

“You can certainly help,” my mother agrees. “...I am sure you recall the night you rejoined your father.”

“Of course. That isn't exactly something that's easily forgotten.”

“What poisons Silas Prescott's body is made from your energy, as you were made from your father's. Take it back, as your father took you back. ...It...will not save him on its own. We have managed to hold his body in stasis, but much of it has been damaged internally. He will need to be healed by humans.”

“Tahira, what are they saying?” Grayson asks anxiously. “I...I can't understand what your parents are saying...”

I find his hand, taking it in both my own. “...It's the Liquid Prism. It's...poisoned him. Alodia can help draw it out of him...I think...but then we have to get him home to get him treated by doctors.”

“That one's a doctor,” Diego remarks, jerking his head at Michelle. “And she has more experience with time crystals than any other doctor in Northbridge.”

“I'm still just a resident,” Michelle cautions. “And I won't know the extent of the damage until I can at least get him to Iris.”

“We should get you all back to the portal before Alodia attempts to draw the toxins out. We can preserve him in stasis until then.”

I relay my father's suggestion to the others.

“How are we going to move him?” Diego wonders. “Not to mention the chest...”

“What chest?” I ask.

“A little treasure chest Alodia's dad left her,” Eva explains, nodding at the half-buried trunk a few yards away. “And as to carrying either Prescott or the trunk, I think you're forgetting that we have Dragonness to help us with that.”

“I'll carry Mr. Prescott,” I say. “Probably better to be careful with him. We don't know how much damage has been done.” I stand carefully as Grayson drifts towards his father's still form. Eva takes my arm. I accept the offered support without questioning it, until she leans in to whisper in my ear.

“Tahira, I know you and Grayson are together, but given everything, are you sure we should bring his father back with us?” She has the common decency to keep her voice low enough that Grayson can't hear, but I can't help scowling at her.

“We probably won't get another chance to save him. Are you really willing to leave him to die alone on an alien planet?”

She raises an eyebrow at me. “Do you really think so highly of me that you expect the good girl answer?”

I meet her gaze steadily. “If you are truly willing to leave Silas Prescott behind, go tell Grayson yourself.”

She purses her lips, rolling her eyes, but not before I see the flicker of alarm across her face. She doesn't answer. It's my turn to raise an eyebrow, which makes her sigh with irritation.

“Oh, stop smirking, hero,” she mutters, shoving me lightly. “Go grab the supervillain, then.”

I join Grayson at his father's side. He helps me get him into position, and then I easily hoist Silas Prescott onto my back. Estela goes to grab one handle of the trunk.

“Someone want to give me a hand here?” she calls. Alodia takes a step in Estela's direction, but Michelle grabs her arm.

“No way, Alodia. No heavy lifting in your condition.” I open my mouth to ask, but then Alodia puts a hand on her abdomen, and I don't need to. There's a small swell in her belly that I hadn't noticed before. And strangely enough, her gleaming armor seems to have been molded for it.

“I gotcha,” Mike offers, and moves to take the other end of the trunk.

For awhile, we proceed in silence, following my parents. Eventually I can't help speaking to them again.

“Mom...Dad...I almost don't want to ask, but...do you think I'll ever see you again?”

“It's nearly impossible to know what the future holds, daughter,” my father answers heavily. “I like to hope that we will.”

“A part of me wants to stay. To not go back yet.”

“It warms me to hear you say so. But this place is not your home. Not anymore. You girls have fought hard for the earth. It is where you both belong, not here on this dead world. That is why we sent you through the Gate. So that you might survive.”

I am quiet as the implications sink in. Survive...a dead world...

“There,” Alodia says, pointing to a shimmering pink orb of energy ahead of us. “There's the rift.”

My mother nods. “You must draw the toxin out of him now, Alodia. It will not harm you or your child. Take the energy back into yourself.”

“I understand.” She stretches out a hand toward the man on my back, laying her fingertips to his temple, and closes her eyes. There is silence for a long moment. Alodia breathes deliberately slow, as if she is trying to keep herself calm, or breathe through something painful. I can't turn my head far enough to make out her expression, so I'm not sure if she's anxious or in pain. After a few minutes, she steps back, letting her hand fall.

“Okay. I think that did it.”

“Then you must hurry back through the Gate,” my father says. “...All that is left for us is to tell you that we love you, daughter. And you, niece. We are so proud of you both. And we hope with everything that remains in us that we will meet again.”

I nod slowly. “...Goodbye, Mom and Dad. ...Thank you. For giving me to Rochelle. You didn't just save my life and give me the chance to grow up. You gave me to someone who loves me with every breath in her body. She was there for me through thick and thin, and I have been so fortunate to have her for my mother...” I trail off. I meant to reassure them that I've been happy and cared for, but somehow it feels callous if my last words to my birth parents end up being in praise of my adoptive mother. “...Even if we can't be together, I know you've both been looking out for me since the day I was born. You gave me to Rochelle when you couldn't care for me yourselves. You found me through the Prism Gate when I couldn't escape Prescott alone. And you've helped my cousin find me and bring me home. I'll never doubt that you love me. Or that I love you both.”

They both drift forward to embrace me. Their transluscent forms are cool to the touch, but there is warmth in the gesture that eases the chill.

“There is no more time for hesitation,” my mother says gently. “We must let you both go now.”

“Come on,” Alodia calls, addressing the whole group. “Everyone together. Let's go home.”

I reluctantly pull away from my parents. Then, before I can change my mind, I press in with the others and rush through the Gate.

The journey home to Northbridge is much like the one that brought me to my birthplace: a quick, disorienting whirlwind of weightlessness and bright light. I find myself inside the clocktower. Then, I am swarmed by bodies and voices. Several pairs of hands take Silas Prescott off my back as Poppy throws her arms around me.

“Tahira! Oh my god! Thank goodness you're safe!”

“Iris! I need a medical scan on him, and one on Alodia.”

“I'm fine, Michelle.”

“I'm not going to believe that until I hear it from Iris.”

“Woah! Alodia, where did you find your armor?!”

“The armor isn't the only thing we found.”

Then, amongst the voices, one makes itself heard above the others.

“Tahira...?” My mother's voice trembles with emotion. “My baby girl...is it really you...?”

“Mom...” I squirm out of Poppy's embrace, push past Kenji and Dax, and throw myself into my mother's waiting arms. I become aware of the knot of tears that has been slowly tightening in my chest since I came awake on the crystal altar. In Rochelle Rogers' arms, my head pressed into my mother's chest, breathing in the familiar scent of the woman who raised me, the knot dissolves, and I soak her shirt with my tears. Not that she notices.

“Oh, baby...sweetie...my baby girl...”

“Mom...” I whimper. Somehow, that little word doesn't feel like enough right now. I don't even care who can hear me. “...Mommy...mommy, I'm so sorry...”

“No, sweetie, no...you don't need to be sorry. I just...I never thought I would see you again....and here you are! Here you are in my arms, my baby...”

“Tahira...” Grayson's voice makes me look up. His face is pale. He looks as helpless and frightened as a little boy. “...My dad...I...I have to take him to a hospital...”

Reality asserts itself over me once more. Silas Prescott needs a doctor's care. But what's going to happen when he suddenly shows up at the hospital after ten weeks missing? He's almost certainly a wanted man after nearly destroying Northbridge. I have no doubt people were killed in his rampage.

“...I should be the one to take him,” I declare reluctantly. “We disappeared together. It will be easier if I just offer an explanation as to where we've been.”

“Ahh...about that...” Jake pipes up nervously. “When you explain where you've been and how you got back, could you leave us and Alodia out of it? We can explain everything later, but for now, suffice to say that we need to keep her under the radar of a certain dangerous someone...”

“That's all the explanation I need for now.” I step away from my mother to put on my mask and gather Prescott's unconscious body into my arms again. I step out onto the balcony and prepare to take flight.

“Wait!” My mother's voice makes me turn back. “When you've done that. When you've taken Silas to the hospital...will you come home? Will you come home to me?”

It's all I can do not to burst into tears again. I offer her a watery smile. “Always, Mom. Always.”

I turn back and look down at the city I was ready to die to protect. I step off the balcony and into the arms of the sky, letting the air support me as I take off again, a single thought running through my head on a loop: I'm home.

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