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sanyu-thewitch05 · 24 days

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Yandere Superhero X Villain! F! Reader

Wanna buy me a coffee: ☕

TW: Dubcon, spankings, kidnapping, bodily horror

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Your real name is Y/N L/N, but your villain name is Anima. After your latest failure in trying to find a job, you went into the woods to end it all. Then, by some miracle, an entity older than any Abrahamic religion found your dead body and brought you back to life. Your senses were heightened, and you could hear the animal's chatter and noises as words. With a new feeling of power, you went through society doing whatever you wanted. Even if it meant a few people with broken bones or blood on the floor. That was until a superhero by the name of superhero by the name of Ultimate Man appeared and started defeating you in battle.

He isn't going to be a problem anymore after you take him out with your new suit. Not only does it have the abilities and strengths of every animal alive, but it has the strengths and abilities of the extinct ones. It took kidnapping a paleontologist, but it is so worth it.

"Anima, surrender, and you won't get hurt," Ultimate Man commands, floating a few feet above the ground.

"Sorry, but rent's due," You say, running off with the bags of money from the bank.

As you run, he shoots lasers at you, but you dodge them by zigzagging. Unfortunately, this leads to you not paying attention to where you're going, and you run yourself off a harbor walk. The money sinks into the ocean, and you struggle to swim back up. You switch to the abilities of any marine animal, but it's still not helping you. You see your feet entangled in seaweed and try to break free. Your struggle to free yourself has worn you out, and it seems like this is your last run. Your vision goes black as your instincts tell you to go up to the surface and breathe.

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When you open your eyes, your jaw and ass feel sore. You try to talk, but there's a gag in your mouth.

"How dare you be such a bad girl and cause so much trouble? Do you have no respect for anyone in this city? Who cares if your rent is due? Get! A! Fucking! Job!" Ultimate Man rants, spanking your ass after every word.

"MM! MH! AWCH!" You scream, your legs kicking as Ultimate Man uses his godly strength to spank you.

The tight latex suit didn't help with the spankings, in fact, the material made sure your body could feel them at their full force.

"Oh, I see the worst girl of the century has awakened. How does it feel knowing you almost got yourself killed trying to steal money?" Ultimate Man asks, taking off your gag.

His blonde hair with light blue highlights, aquamarine eyes, and skin-tight latex white and blue suit is a sight for the eyes. His appearance is ethereal, representing his alien origin from outer space sent to help out Earth on its newest supernatural threat(you.) Who knew having the power of every animal in existence would warrant alien help for the planet Earth?

"I'm sorry, Ultimate Man. I was only trying to pay my rent. Honest," You plead, bracing for another swat to the ass. "I didn't get the raise at my job, even though I deserve it, and I couldn't pay this month's rent."

"I believe you," Ultimate Man says, his hand still rubbing your ass. "But that doesn't mean I forgive you for what you did. I was so worried when you didn't rise from the water. I thought I lost you forever. I need a suitable mate, and you're the only one with abilities almost equal to mine on this planet."

"I'm sorry, WHAT?! I thought you were in a relationship with that news writer, Lora?" You ask, lifting your head.

"Are you kidding me? We're just friends. She couldn't compare to your beauty and strength. Now then, how about we get to know each other."

Ultimate Man peels off your eye mask, then takes out his contacts. There are no pupils in his eyes, just pools of aquamarine. It creeps you out, but at least he's still hot.

"I'm ☍⍀⍜⎍☍⟒⋏ ⏃⏃⍀☍⟒⋔. But you can call me Krouken Aarkem, which is pronounced Cro-oo-can Ar-kem. My human father calls me Ken. Now, what's your name?" Ultimate Man asks, lifting your body with ease.

"It's Marnie," You lie, not wanting to give him your real name.

His fingertips glow blue, and he places them on your head. Pain takes over your head as he searches through the deepest parts of your memory.

"Y/N M/N L/N. What a beautiful name. I'll make sure to bring over your cat so you can have your baby," Krouken says, removing his hands from you.

You slap him and stumble to the other side of the couch.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You groan, holding your head.

"What did I do wrong? Please don't be mad at me!" Krouken cries, jumping onto your body and hugging you tightly. "I'll never do it again unless you want me to! I promise! Just don't be mad at me!"

"Alright! Alright! I'm not mad at you! Just get off of me!" You yell, pushing him off you after feeling his boner on your leg.

"Yay! Now, we can engage in the Plutonian ritual we call Improving."

Krouken starts taking off his suit, revealing his naked body to you. You back up but bump into the couch, leaving you nowhere to run. He touches your suit, liquifying the material and making it fall off your body like water. Krouken kisses you, his hand tracing every part of your body as if he were memorizing it.

"Your heart is beating fast? Do you want to fight me?" Krouken asks his hand on your chest.

"No. It's just something the human body does when we feel certain emotions," You explain, holding Krouken's hand.

"So you are excited to Improve too? Excellent, I can move forward," Krouken replies, his two dicks merging into one with the width of an adult's fist.

Your eyes widen in fear of the inhuman cock in front of you. There was no way it was going to fit. It was too wide to fit in your human pussy. If it were to go inside you, you'd feel it in your lungs.

"Wait, I think we should-" You plead, only for Krouken to shove his massive cock inside of you.

You can feel it moving inside as if his dick was made from thousands of little suction cups that were kissing your vaginal walls. Krouken's arm holds you in place, and he thrusts.

"Keep going, Krouken!" You moan, lifting your leg and putting it on his shoulder.

Krouken bites and sucks your nipples as he thrusts faster, his dick suction cups losing their grip and becoming more slippery.

"You're never going to be a bad girl ever again. I'm going to fill your stomach up with so many babies that you'll never be able to think of doing stupid shit without having trouble standing up. You're going to birth the next generation of my people. You're mine, all mine. Not those villain's colleague or someone else's enemy, mine," Krouken rambles, thrusting at an inhuman rate, destroying whatever tightness your pussy had.

His eyes become white as he cums, his alien cock suction cups releasing thousands of sperm. Upon his sperm's release, his genital suction cups regained their grip on your walls, and sucking on them, making you go into overdrive. You cum on his dick, and he shudders. Both of you relish in your afterglow, sweat dripping from your body.

"So, what did you think of Improving?" Krouken asks, his head resting on your breasts.

"It was good. By the way, why do your people call it that?" You ask, rubbing Krouken's wet hair.

"Because we improve each other's bodies. Once my seed is in you, it will rework some human DNA so you'll be more like me and vice versa. Your skin is already starting to become shiny and ethereal like my skin," Krouken answers, kissing your neck.

Your body feels extremely hot, like lava is in your veins, and your eyes are burning like no tomorrow. Your spine releases a horrifying crack as your body involuntarily jolts upwards. All you can do is scream as your bones and body transform permanently.

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agustdakasuga · 10 months

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The Way Of A Criminal: Chapter 6

Genre: Mafia!AU, Criminal!AU, Angst, Romance

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.

Story warning(s): This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed/gore, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking and gambling. This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. Please read at your own discretion.

Jimin’s words stayed in your mind. You were being selfish. Your feelings aside, you knew the boys were trying their best to honour your father’s words and wishes. All the while you’ve only been protesting but now, they’ve helped you when you needed help.

“I need to return the favour, don’t I?” You sighed, asking yourself. You shook your head and turned back to your assignment in front of you. This was what you needed to focus on now.

“Hey.” Wonwoo whispered, two coffees in his hands. He placed his bag down and took the seat next to you.

“How was class? And thank you.” You received the coffee.

“Boring. How’s your essay coming along?” He asked. You shrugged, not really having paid any attention to the assignment. You knew you wouldn’t be able to do any work at home so that’s why you’re at the library.

Wonwoo decided to accompany you to study, which may be a good thing. He’ll keep you in check and ensure you get work done.

“You don’t have to stay with me. You can go home, I’m sure you have better things to do.” You said, facing the screen as you typed your essay based off your notes.

“You’re not getting rid of me so easily. Besides, whatever assignment you’re working on, I probably have to do it too. We are in the same classes.” Wonwoo stated, taking his laptop and notebook out. You hummed, nodding in agreement. To help you pick a major, you’ve been taking extra classes in various subjects.

“Are your extra classes going well?” Wonwoo asked.

“I would like to think so. I’m taking the basic classes in the choices I have narrowed down... It’s between the life sciences field and the linguistic arts realm at the moment.” You informed.

“That’s something?” Wonwoo said, trying to sound positive. You raised an eyebrow, letting out a scoff before continuing your essay.

You and Wonwoo continued to do your work with the occasional chatter until he decided to call it a day at 11pm. The study area of the library was open 24/7 so it wasn’t surprising to see students study until the sun rose.

“Do you want to get supper before heading back?” Wonwoo asked.

“Sorry, I’m feeling a little drained so I think its best I head back. We’ll go another day, I promise!” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“It’s okay. I can drop you-”

“(y/n).” You both turned to see a Bentley there. The back seat window rolled down and you saw Yoongi there. He leaned down enough for you to see him but his face was a void of emotion.

“You free?” He asked. The driver came out and opened the door for you despite not having made the decision. You chewed on your bottom lip before letting out a sigh. You gave Wonwoo a small wave before sliding into the back seat. The driver closed the door behind you.

“Are you always leaving the campus at midnight?” Yoongi asked. Half his arm is rest on the open window sill, burning cigarette between his fingers.

“Just trying to find a place with no distractions to get work done.” You shrugged. You drummed your fingers against your thighs as you waited for him to speak.

“Speak your mind. Say whatever you want.” He spoke.

“I don’t... really know what to say.” You confessed. You thought you would have time to plan what to say to them when the universe cursed you to cross paths with them again. This spontaneity was difficult for you.

“You don’t have to say anything then. We’re here.” Yoongi said. You looked up, not having realised you were home.

“It’s late but... D-Do you... want to c-come in?” You gulped as you offered. You really hoped you wouldn’t come to regret your words. Yoongi nodded and snapped his fingers. The driver opened the door for you then Yoongi. Yoongi trailed behind you, hands in his pockets as you fished your keys out and unlocked the door.

“Please, make yourself comfortable.” You gestured to the small seating area. He sat down on the couch while you went to get him a glass of water. You didn’t know what other drink to offer him.

“I owe all of you an apology. I’ve been selfish and-”

“I hope you understand, I didn’t come here for you to apologise to me.” Yoongi cut you off, placing the glass on the coffee table.

“I just... want you to know I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting.” You replied, sitting down opposite him. He nodded his head to let you know he at least acknowledged your words.

“Jimin’s an idiot. He speaks before he thinks.” Yoongi said.

“No... He’s right. Whatever he said that day.”

“Tch, stop being a pushover. I came here to tell you that you shouldn’t let his words affect you but I see I’m too late. Clearly.” He clicked his tongue, reaching over to drink more water. You sighed, head hanging down.

“So you’ve lived with your mother here your whole life?” Yoongi asked, changing the subject. He wasn’t good at comforting people, not that he ever cared, but it wasn’t his intention to make you feel worse either. The best thing to do is to change the subject.

“Yeah. It’s the only home I’ve ever known. Small but just right for us to be comfortable, I guess.” You shrugged, looking around.

“Must be nice to have a relationship with a parent.” Yoongi said.

If an ordinary person said the same words as him, it would usually be filled with bitterness and hold resentful connotations. But when Yoongi said that to you, there was nothing. He didn’t sound jealous, hurt, nothing.

“Would you like something to eat? For supper.” You offered. Now it was your turn to change the subject.

“I’ll order.” He took his phone out but you stopped him.

“No. You’re a guest in my house now.” You insisted. Yoongi paused but nodded, putting his phone back into his pocket. The both of you decided to get a box of rose tteokbokki and a mixed fried food platter to share. After you placed the order online, all that was left was the wait. You excused yourself to use the bathroom since you were still dressed in university clothes.

“Sorry about that.” You came back down after changing your clothes. There was no time to shower but at least you were now in some fresh smelling clothes and not the ones you were wearing the whole day.

“No worries. The food just came.” He said, taking the food out of the bags. You noticed that he had gotten more comfortable, putting his suit jacket aside.

“Here.” You went to get him a small plate.

It would usually feel weird that you’re sharing food, especially from a communal bowl, with someone you treated as a stranger. But it strangely felt okay, almost comfortable. Yoongi and you dug into the food.

“Actually, I have beers, which would go along with this. Want one?” You asked after you swallowed your food.

“That would be nice.” Yoongi said. You sotod up and went to the kitchen.

“Woah~!” You were suddenly on your tiptoes, not having noticed that Yoongi was behind you when you turned around. He caught you to prevent you from falling backwards. He let go of you, taking the beer can out of your hand with a small, grateful smile.

“Didn’t think you’d be someone to have readily available beer in your fridge.” Yoongi noted as he sat back down with you to eat. You cracked open your beer and took a sip.

“I’m still human. I also need to destress sometimes.” You looked away in embarrassment. The man just chuckled at your reaction.

“Is university tough?”

“Not... really?” You blinked, surprised by the sudden conversation.

“Come on. You can be honest. If you hate it, say you hate it.” Yoongi leaned back as he chewed on a piece of kimchi.

“Well, I’m just not sure if I am wasting my time. It’s not that I don’t like it or am necessarily struggling. I can’t even decide on a major, I don’t know what I want to do in life. If I don’t even know, why am I there?”

“You don’t HAVE to have your life planned out, you know? Just... do what you want, when you want. Let life sort itself out, some things are not within our control. Who knows, you might find something along the way.” Yoongi advised.

“Never thought about it that way...” You hummed.

“I hate to sound cliche but when doors close, more will open. You discover you hate something, you move closer to know what you want.” He said.

“What about you? You all seem to already be working, whatever you guys do or did for my father. How did you know that this was what you wanted to do?” You asked back.

“My brothers and I have been doing this for a long time. We never had proper childhoods or upbringings. Everything that we know, we taught to us by your father or learnt on our own accord, it was what we did to survive in the world. For me, school didn’t equip me with the actual knowledge I needed so I never wanted to go.” He explained.

“Are you tempted to drop out now?” Yoongi smirked.

“No... My mother sacrificed a lot for me to go to university. The least I can do is get a degree. She never pushed me to pick a specific major so that’s still up to me.” You said.

“You’re very filial.” Yoongi noted.

You hadn’t realised that you and Yoongi spoke and ate until 3am. He helped you gather the trash and you tied up the bags, momentarily excusing yourself to go bring the trash out to the curb while he wiped the table.

“Just let me do the dishes real quick.” You washed the small plates and beer glasses that you both used.

“Yoongi sshi-” You were wiping your hands as you came from the kitchen. Looking up, you saw that Yoongi had fallen asleep.

“Hmm...” Looking at the sleeping male, you were unsure of what to do. You didn’t want to wake him up even if sitting up and sleeping was gonna hurt his back in the morning. Going upstairs, you went to retrieve a blanket for him and carefully draped it over his body.

“Goodnight, Yoongi sshi.” You whispered before going upstairs.

“Finally, I can have a shower.” You sighed happily, taking a much needed shower. When you came out, you went downstairs to check on Yoongi before going back to your room.

Despite it being so late and feeling the exhaustion, you couldn’t sleep. You thought about Yoongi downstairs and what you talked about. You didn’t think that you would have an almost personal conversation with him.

But you were grateful that he didn’t mention anything regarding your father, the business, or what you planned to do next.

And for the first time in a long time, you were not alone in the house.

“Let life sort itself out.”

At about 7am, you yawned and rubbed your eyes. You had tried to do work to make yourself tired enough to sleep but it didn’t work. You put your laptop aside and went downstairs. But the couch was empty. The blanket folded neatly and placed aside.

“Yoongi sshi?” You called out. With no reply, you assumed that he left, until you saw a trail of smoke from the window by the front door.

“You’re up early.” Yoongi said as you stood behind him. He just sat on your front door step, smoking his cigarette. But when you came, he dropped it and crushed it beneath your foot.

“It would be rude of me to leave without a goodbye. After your hospitality.” Yoongi stood up, dusting his pants.

“I’m sorry, my couch probably wasn’t very comfortable to sit on.” You rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment. Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head.

“Thank you, (y/n). I’ll see you soon.” Yoongi gave you a nod before walking away. His driver arrived, opening the door for Yoongi to enter. He rolled down the window and shot you a wave. You awkwardly waved back.

“Guess I’m not going to university today.” You yawned again before shuffling back into the house.

“Wow, Yoongi ah. You were out the whole night... Welcome home.” Jin stopped as he crossed paths with Yoongi while he was heading to the dining room, taking the time to tease the shorter male. Yoongi rolled his eyes, ignoring the eldest. He didn’t want to have breakfast, still feeling full from the supper, but he did want a coffee.

“Send it to my room. I’m going to shower.” Yoongi ordered. The butler bowed and went to the kitchen to get Yoongi’s order, assigning the maid to get Jin’s breakfast ready.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“What...?” Taehyung groaned, rolling around in his blanket. Yoongi strolled in, fresh out of the shower. He threw something at Taehyung.

“Wait, wait, wait. Hyung, you went to see (y/n)?” Now Taehyung was awake as he recognised the jacket that he had lent you a while back when he sent you back from the club. If Yoongi had it, meant that he met you.

“Hyung! Don’t ignore me~ The only way you would have this jacket is if (y/n) gave it to you.” Taehyung chased after him.

“You were with her the whole night? What did she say?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.” Yoongi scoffed, taking a sip of his iced coffee from his table. Taehyung jumped onto Yoongi’s bed, getting comfortable in the other male’s sheets.

“Get out.” Yoongi glared. Taehyung ignored him, snuggling deeper into the black satin sheets, messing everything up.

“Fine. I just went to make sure that Jimin didn’t get to her. As much as Jimin’s words were right, I know Namjoon is stressed about making things work out between her and us. And we can’t expect him to do everything while we just kick back.” Yoongi crossed his arms.

“And...?”

“And what? Of course she feels bad after what Jimin said. She’s a regular human being, she’s not us. But that doesn’t mean she’s just going to drop everything and resume the title of the head.” He said.

“I see. Jimin’s been keeping everything in for a while now, especially after boss’ death. He can’t help that it all exploded.” Taehyung shrugged.

“It’s not just him. We all didn’t mourn.”

“Hyung...”

“But sometimes, it’s not about us and what we feel.” Yoongi sighed. Taehyung didn’t reply. Instead, he got up and left Yoongi’s room to let the older take a rest. Finishing his coffee, Yoongi laid in his bed and finally went to sleep.

Jimin leaned against the wall, having overheard the conversation between Taehyung and Yoongi. When his 95′ brother came out from Yoongi’s room, he hadn’t even noticed Jimin just standing there against the wall, probably just half asleep. He let out a long sigh.

“Chim.” Namjoon called out. Jimin looked up at the leader.

“Go sleep. You haven’t slept in 3 days. We’ll talk when you wake up.” Namjoon ordered. Jimin just looked away.

“Here. Now, go.” Namjoon handed him something and patted his shoulder. The younger nodded glumly and went back to his room. He looked at the sleeping pills that were placed in his hands.

Ever since he snapped at you, he was benched from work by the others. He thought he could finally mourn, with his frustration off his chest, but that didn’t happen. He was barely even sleeping, moving around like a zombie.

“You finally caved.” Jin said as Namjoon walked into the dining room.

“He needs to sleep. Plus, what I gave him was very mild.” Namjoon replied, sitting down in his seat.

“Don’t shoulder it all on your own, Namjoon ah. Things will work out, don’t worry. We should all be focusing on our work to continue holding up the fort.” Jin said. Namjoon nodded in agreement.

“Morning. Just coffee. I’ve got to go.” Hoseok walked in, all dressed up. While waiting for the butler, he sat down with his two brothers.

“I’ve got a meeting with all our shipment partners today. My boys will be patrolling the docks and moving in the new shipments. Also, Namjoon, I’ll be doing inventory for the warehouse so tell your boys to not retrieve anything today.” Hoseok informed. Namjoon nodded his head and took his phone out to send the message to his lab team.

Their work and experiments needed a constant supply of chemicals, which were brought in and stored at some of Hoseok’s warehouses. Maybe Namjoon could give his team the day off.

“Taehyung said the governor wants to see me. So let’s keep things to a minimum for now, it’ll be annoying to have to handle any attempt at blackmail from him. I’ll let the rest know later.” Namjoon said.

“Yeah. I’ll let my boys know.” Hoseok bid the two goodbye and left.

“Well, I’m going back to work. I should be done with your files by noon.” Jin stood up and stretched his arms. He retreated out of the room.

“Good morning, Jungkookie.” Jin greeted as he passed the youngest on the way to his room. The boy yawned, giving a sleepy wave before going down to the dining room, in search of food.

“Namjoon hyung, I finished Jimin hyung’s list last night.” Jungkook said, yawning midway.

“Thanks for taking over, Kook. Take a break for the next few days. I was telling Hoseok to keep things to a minimum too. The governor wants to meet and I don’t need him having anything on us.” Namjoon informed.

“Yes, hyung. I’ll just work the shop.” Jungkook nodded. He had no issue taking over Jimin’s hit list, the extra work wasn’t that taxing on him. But now that Namjoon needed them to laylow, he could use the time to catch up on working on his cars and bikes.

When Namjoon finished his breakfast, he went up to his office. He knew that Yoongi went to see you last night and judging by how he stayed out the whole night, Namjoon guessed he was able to talk to you.

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valencebagelbandit · 2 months

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every god needs an imp chapter 2!

notes: I'm so hyped for this fic!

summary: homelander hunts down his new pet magician.

Six later days Homelander was walking out of an investors meeting that he didn't understand a word of when he spotted Ashley meekly trying to get his attention by following him half tripping over the slightly to high heels she was wearing clipboard in hand. "Homelander! Homelander, hi." Ashley smiled at him as she stood next to him finally.

"yes?" he sighed, drained from talk of quarterly spending and debates about whether or not the vought for women TV channel was worth it anymore.

"So, the final member of the seven!" her smile dropped corners of her mouth nervously twitching. "she's not answering our calls, texts or emails..."

Homelander stared at her lips, parted slightly in a combination of apathy and annoyance he couldn't quite process at the moment. "seriously? you can't get this D list snooki knock off to answer an email? good job Ashley Christ it's like you're somehow trying to make my life hell." he slipped his hands over his face and through his hair before clenching them exhaling dramatically through his nose between glaring at an intern who nearly ran into him.

"you know what, fuck it. I don't need to do a commercial for the Homelander edition sneakers I'm taking care of this myself the seven is my team and clearly everyone here is fucking incompetent." he turned away from Ashley before she could reply storming straight into the elevator.

The MGM Grand was, well, grand. Homelander landed in the parking lot, paying not a single lick of attention to the people who stared at him as he walked through the hollow chest of the lion. It reminded him of the sphinx, a monument to hedonism and a display of wealth but an omen of doom for marriages and wallets. One day, one day soon, they would build things like this to him paragons to the god that is homelander.

walking into the lobby he payed no mind to the marble floors and decor he didn't care he'd seen more impressive things at vought land, instead he made a beeline to the casino area figuring it was before sunset his little magician was probably out entertaining drunk floridians who thought that Vegas was the pinnacle of entertainment. The gaudy carpet made him dizzy instantly, bright lights, endless sounds of mud people chattering, music playing, and the reek of alcohol was overloading his super senses in seconds. It felt like he was 16 in a crowd of investors that poked and prodded at him laughing hot disgusting whiskey breath into his face as tears welled in his eyes. but now he was 41 and couldn't take off miles away he had to face it, he's a god it should be easy. should be.

He wandered through the maze of beeping machines and the drunken heathens who banged away at them hoping for their money back for what felt like years before finally reaching the bar. sitting down for a second he spotted a small crowd surrounding a small stage where he could see faint glows of purple spill out highlighting the edges of the onlookers turning them all into silhouettes. His feet moved automatically to the area peering over the heads of tipsy men who cheered at the figure standing in front of a table doing complex card tricks even he couldn't keep up with.

Eyes flicked from soft hands to the magician, Eccentrica, as she stood up to her full height. It was like a spotlight snapped on revealing eccentrica magica in all her glory. covered complex spirals of purple metal that matched her glowing irises hugging her body so tight that her silhouette looked naked. The armor mimicked a suit with coat tails and a collar like a blazer that opened up to her chest in a V to her cleavage. That manic smile was wide and sharp framed by red heart shaped lips, round face framed by a cloud of curly brown hair, the top of her head covered by a top hat that matched the armor. her skin was pale, soft despite being bulletproof only further display that she was the cream of the crop even if the crop she came from was Walmart brand. Despite this homelander was amused by her, she was good at her job he observed as she took tips from one far too drunk man slipping her a 100$ in twenties that she didn't care to correct him on. plus, she was nice to look at; thick thighs, his height, not too fat but still plump giving something to really grab, and on top off all of that big boobs which was a deal sealer for him.

“hmm.” she was looking down as she approached him standing in front of him inches away hands on hips, she clicked her high heels together so she was standing perfectly straight. “Vought really wants me back so badly that they sent their top show dog eh?” tilting her head up she looked up at him from just under the brim of her top hat glowing eyes piercing into his soul making his bones feel cold.

“I'm not a show dog, I'm running the show. I'm here because we're giving you the opportunity to join the seven. We would very much appreciate your help, you have a strong fanbase and your talented you've convinced me that your worthy of joining the seven.” homelander tucked his arms behind him neatly speaking slowly and confidently, eyes still locked with Eccentrica’s.

Eccentrica let out a curt chirp of a laugh as she took her top hat off shaking her hair a bit, “that's what you think, you're a show dog that's why you're so darn pretty. Also why on earth would I become a hero?” she cocked her head, the glow in her eyes dimming the longer she went without using her powers. She was like some kind of bunny, the kind you pull out of a hat: unexpected, fluffy, and dramatic.

Homelander didn't respond to her instant compliments, that's one thing he had to give her; she was charismatic. “Don't you want to serve your country? Plus the pay is good, you get your own penthouse, and… well the best part you get to be even more famous, fame far beyond your little notion of daytime TV fame.” Giving her a good ol 'corporate smile he offered her his left hand. “Come on eccentrica, what have you got to lose?”

She stared at him, eyes flicking between his hand and face for a moment. “My dignity. I may be famous for kissing women and doing cocaine on live TV but I'm not insane.” She walked past him, she walked straight past him not even bothering to move all the way past him, her left arm hitting his. Then she sat at the bar and ordered a cherry Pepsi.

Who the fuck did she think she was?

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Unconventionally Easy

(Part 1)

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023|Day 7|Prompt 7: Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Please don’t leave me!

Rated: T

Words: 1,459

Summary: A mission goes awry, leaving Tech and Echo trapped, and their brothers racing against time.

“I hate this planet,” Wrecker’s voice whines through the comm. “It’s too hot.”

“Say that one more time, I’ll shoot you to put you out of your misery,” comes Crosshair’s sympathetic response.

“I’ll shoot both of you if you don’t stop the unnecessary comm chatter.” Hunter’s threat is followed by a moment of blessed silence; however, Hunter breaks it with, “Tech, Echo, are you about done in there?”

Tech and Echo swap exasperated glances. Tech can’t actually see Echo’s facial expression because of the clone’s helmet, but his body language is read easily enough. The drop of his shoulders, the subtle tilt of his head. Tech chuckles. “It seems the heat is wearing down our brothers’ patience.”

“What patience?” Echo mutters back, but he picks up his comm to reply. “Just about, Sarge. Give us five more minutes.”

A meaningful pause. “Roger that. Take your time.”

“I can think of so many beautiful responses to that,” Echo tells Tech, “He’s setting me up.”

Tech starts another decoding program on his data pad as he grins. “More like setting Crosshair up.”

“Oh, I bet the man is biting through his tongue right now,” Echo agrees.

Jokes and teasing aside, the splicing duo did feel sympathy for their brothers having to work out in the heat while they had the benefit of working in a temperature-controlled room. Even the short distance they’d had to traverse from the Marauder to the control center had been suffocating, leaving their blacks damp under their armor from sweat and humidity.

“I thought our blacks were supposed to withstand extreme weather,” Echo says, making conversation while he works on sorting information through his scomp.

“Ideally, that would be the case; however, there is a limit to everything, I suppose.” Tech plugs a data stick into the console. “You may start the download whenever it is available.”

“Downloading now.”

“At this rate, we may be done in only two minutes,” Tech says.

“Life Day came early this year.”

Sweltering climate aside, this mission had proven to be unconventionally easy. Tech fights his impulse to make mention of it, not that he is in any way given to superstition. His brothers, on the other hand, are. He can just imagine the curses he’d receive from all four of them if he even utters a word about it. So, he keeps his mouth shut, even as his mind trundles through the statistical likelihood of their mission being completed without a single “hitch”, so to speak. It would be their first. Fascinating.

So enraptured is he in his own train of thought that he doesn’t notice the slight tremor beneath his boots until Echo asks, “Do you feel that?”

“Yes,” Tech says, clicking through the controls. “We haven’t tripped any alarms.” There is a noticeably gradual increase, and the floor begins to sway.

“Earthquake?”

Tech shakes his head, having already checked the planet’s environmental radars on his data pad. “I suggest we get out of here now.”

“I just finished the download,” Echo confirms with a nod, and Tech snatches the data stick out of the console, tucking it in his pocket.

Echo begins to speak into his comm as they stumble across the now aggressively shaking floor. “Something’s not right. We’re leaving the facility now. We will meet you --”

Tech isn’t sure if Echo even finishes his sentence, because the whole building begins to crumble around them in a roar of heat and explosions. The floor disappears and he is aware of the sensation of falling; then the sickening thud of landing, forcing the air from his lungs. Then there is nothing.

“Echo, come in! Tech?”

Static is the only response to the shared and private comm lines. Hunter growls, going back to the shared comm. “Crosshair, what do you see?”

“The building collapsed,” the sniper huffs. It sounds like he is actively running.

“More like imploded,” comes Wrecker’s assessment.

Hunter sensed as much, both through his enhancement and the literal rumble of the earth under him, although he can't see anything from where he was situated. He briefly debates if he should join Crosshair and Wrecker in running to the facility or go for the Marauder. He is equal distance from both; however, common sense quickly overrides his need to race bodily to his brothers’ aid. The Marauder will have scanners and medical supplies, which they will likely need.

“I’m going to retrieve the Marauder,” Hunter says, “Keep in touch and be aware of your surroundings.”

He waits until he gets two brief responses before he starts for the ship.

Echo can’t move. He’s enclosed. Trapped. Skako Minor. The Algorithm. CT-1409, CT-1409... He’s back in the stasis chamber, his mind, his memories, his thoughts being harvested as a weapon against his brothers. He tries to struggle, tries to rip himself free from his restraints. He can’t.

Trapped.

Captured.

CT-1409...

Panic burns his skin. The icy cool of a stasis chamber.

“No! Let me out!” he screams.

“Echo!”

The voice is familiar but safe. Not one of Techno Union’s scientists, not a captor.

A savior. A brother. A friend.

“Tech,” Echo sobs. “Help. Don’t leave me here. Please.”

There is silence, and Echo wonders if he imagined it. Tech isn’t here at all. He is alone. No one is here to save him. Alone. CT-1409. CT-1409...

But Tech’s voice breaks again through the emptiness. “I am not going anywhere, vod. We are going to be okay, Echo, but we must remain calm.”

Vod. The word finds purchase on the verge of his hysteria, anchoring him to reality. Not Skako Minor. Not the Algorithm. He’s Echo. He’s free. But he’s still trapped. Breathing still hurts.

“Where are we?” Echo asks, voice pressed thin and trembling.

“We were on a mission. A simple data extraction. The building we were in collapsed. We are currently trapped in the rubble; however, Hunter, Crosshair and Wrecker are going to get us out. We will be alright.” Tech ticks off the facts of their situation like it’s simply a debriefing.

“Are you injured?” Echo asks, voice still wobbly. Focus on Tech. Focus on reality. Focus. Focus.

“Not critically,” Tech assures him. “You?”

“I’m pinned, can’t move,” Echo says. His throat hurts, trying to keep his voice steady.

“That is not ideal,” Tech admits, “but our brothers will have that remedied in short order.” He doesn’t sound as confident as his words.

But Echo agrees anyway. “Yeah.”

“Is your helmet still on?”

“Yes.”

“That is good. The air quality in here is incredibly low at the moment.”

Echo breathes a hollow burst of nervous laughter, the adrenaline still surging through his blood stream. “Never would’ve guessed.”

Tech chuckles. “I will say it is probably still cooler here than it is where the others are.”

“Lucky us,” Echo grumbles lightly.

It isn’t like Tech to make offhanded and useless comments. They always have a purpose. Distantly, Echo realizes the purpose is to keep him calm, to drag him from the spiral of panic. Thank the force it’s working.

“Our comms are down; however, our last location is known. And while we are not able to communicate with the others verbally, they should still be able to use the trackers to pinpoint where to find us in the destruction.”

Echo wants to ask how long Tech thinks they’ll be stuck down here; however, he probably won’t like the answer, and it won’t change the situation. Instead, he asks, “Why do you think the building exploded?”

“I speculate that it was a remote detonation. Perhaps it was planned to sabotage intruders such as ourselves, or they were hoping to destroy the information before we retrieved it, and we were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Is it safe for the others to try and get us out?” Echo asks, suddenly concerned for his squad mates on the other side of the rubble.

“Probably not,” Tech responds, “Although, we don’t really have a say in the matter, and I trust they can handle themselves without our supervision, surprising as that may be.”

“You know, it’s usually your plans that get us into trouble.”

“Untrue. It is our squad diverting from my plans that get us into trouble.”

“Maybe there’s a good reason we have to divert from your plans...”

Tech interrupts with a huff of annoyance. “I believe that this line of conversation is ineffective.”

Echo chuckles. “I believe that you know I’m right and are trying to end the discussion.”

“Agree to disagree,” Tech replies primly.

Despite being trapped, a sense of calm has come over Echo. He is with his brother; their other brothers are coming for them. They are going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.

Please let it be okay.

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The Shaman and the Bard- Ch. 15 New Home

It must be better than what he had- or at least more than what he had or didn't have, right? It's a strange place with strange uruks... At least they have a lot of bones.

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The cold was unlike anything that Hûra had experienced in his short life. He didn’t have the proper attire to be in such conditions! He shivered and clung to the back of the Mystic that he rode with. The caragor that he did ride (for a short while) has given to an uruk of a much, much higher ranking than he was, perhaps even a higher ranking than the uruk he currently rode behind, since he was one of the few that led their little group deeper and deeper into the mountains.

Others were brought into the group in a similar manner that he was. Abandoned, crying and heartbroken… Hûra wanted to reach out to them, at least to say a few comforting words to let them know they would be okay now, but he was pulled back into line and told to remain silent. So he did, with his head hanging low and his eyes focused on the dark-clad back in front of him. The entire trip was steeped in misery. The only comfort Hûra has was in seeing that his crows had been following him since they first left Cirith Ungol.

His crows were never far away. The feelings that were twisting his stomach into knots eased slightly whenever they would fly low or close enough for him to see them. Whenever they stopped, Hûra would sink to the ground and greet them instead of focusing on yet another crying pup begging to stay with the clan that never wanted them in the first place. Hûra did feel guilt when he ignored them… A lot of guilt… He couldn’t do anything for them now- the elders wouldn’t allow him when he tried- but maybe he can at least say some words of encouragement and understanding whenever they get to…. Where are they going…?

The snow had picked up considerably. The higher up they went into the mountains, the sharper the winds became. Hûra couldn’t help but to cling to the Mystic in front of him, though he could tell that the uruk was on the cusp of elbowing him in the face as a means to get him off his back. But he didn’t. The Mystic remained stiff and tense, though perhaps he was merely shivering from the cold like Hûra was? Under the chattering of his teeth and the strain of his muscles, Hûra heard the Mystics talking to one another.

“-following him for?”

“Since- I reckon.”

“No, longer.”

“Could it be-?”

Hûra couldn’t make out much of anything else. What were they talking about? A sudden wave of anxiety washed over him as the Mystic he was riding with turned to look at one of the many crows that have been following them since they first picked Hûra up. Will- Would they hurt them…? They haven’t yet, nor have they chased them off… Hûra tugged on the older uruk’s cloak until he snapped-

“What?! We will not be stop-”

“P-Please don’t h-hurt the-em…” The Mystic turned to look at him, lip curled in confusion.

“Wha-?” Hûra sniffled, wiping his tears and snot away with the back of his hand.

“T-The c-cro-ows… The-ey’re good… D-Don’t hu-urt the-em…” His voice was a pathetic whimper, barely coherent from how he was shivering. But the Mystic both heard and understood him. His voice was a little softer now, but there was something about it that felt disingenuous to Hûra.

“Do not fear, little pup. Your birds will be safe with us.”

He certainly hoped so…

Hûra could only feel sick as they seemed to reach their final destination. It was an outpost deep within the mountains of a region that he was wholly unfamiliar with. They had traveled for days without seeing another soul- no other outposts, no camps, no travelers- nothing. They were in the heart of the snowy mountains and Hûra could feel nothing other than nausea and uncertainty.

Leaving the caragors behind, Hûra was ‘guided’ (more like: pushed) into the handful of pups that were picked up along the way to their new home. Most were a little smaller than him, two were a bit taller, all of them looked exactly as he felt: overwhelmed and freezing. He gently put a hand on a smaller uruk’s shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. He flinched and looked back at Hûra. Smiling was awkward. The other pup just lowered his head and shied away from his touch.

“S-Sor-“

“The elders wish to greet you all. Come along-“

They were guided deeper into camp. Hûra felt uncomfortable as older uruks walked behind them, not pushing or shoving like he was accustomed to, but rather putting enough pressure on them to keep them moving forward.

The snow was packed down from foot traffic, but it was slippery. Several younger uruks slipped, many fell- Hûra was one of them- and one fell into the snow that was slightly off the path. It completely enveloped him to the point that he needed help standing back up.

Everything was sparse. The tents plain, the few buildings were largely unadorned… There were fires but no food cooking. There was no meat being chopped up, no furs being skinned or leather being cured. No smiths working on armaments- Nothing. It was silent, save for the howling of the wind. But it wasn’t empty.

Uruks that were clad in strange garb were everywhere. They wore white robes- a stark contrast to the black that was always attributed to the Mystics- something scratchy and looking far too thin for the harshness of the environment. They looked… tired. Not sick but something else. It wasn’t physical- they were thin but not starved- no, it was something else. Something on the inside, Hûra thought. But what…?

They were brought to not a tent, but rather a wooden building. Hûra hasn’t seen many of those in Cirith Ungol! He was accustomed to tents that were partially open to the elements, not shelters that were closed off to the outside world. It was… odd, though it must be because of how damn cold it was. Still, he felt his guts twist into knots and his fingertips began to itch as he awkwardly shuffled inside along with his peers. The light inside was a lot brighter than he expected. As was the warmth… Hûra squinted and rapidly blinked his eyes until they adjusted to the light.

Oh…

The inside was nothing like how the rest of the camp looked. On the outside, anyway. It was… full! Full of all kinds of things! Hûra’s eyes darted around, mouth slightly agape in awe. It was… what’s the word… ornate? Cloths of different lengths, textures and patterns hung from the walls, the ceiling, draped off of the furniture- Furniture! Hûra had never seen so many pieces of furniture in his life! Tables, chairs, benches, shelves full of books and strange things in jars and- and-

So many bones…

His eyes lingered on a mandible that laid on a kind of short, low table- Hûra couldn’t think of the name. There were uruks waiting for them at the center of the main, open room, in front of a roaring fireplace with more bones-! An arm bone of… a caragor? It’s missing from the wrist down, but it’s large enough and bowed enough that it must be, unless it’s another, more exotic beast. There was an interesting crack along the ulna that Hûra could see all the way at the back- front?- of the room, near the entrance. He took a strand of his hair and shoved it into his mouth, chewing and sucking on it as he struggled to tear his eyes away from all the distractions around him.

So many beautiful distractions…

Hûra trained his eyes on the back in front of him. He began to sweat. They are talking. The elders- his new elders- are already speaking and he wasn’t paying attention! Their voices sound far away. Not muffled but just… quiet. He can’t focus! Even when an uruk clad in black walked down the line of pups, looking over them, stopped just beside of him, Hûra couldn’t stop himself from chewing on his hair and staring blankly in space, craving to get his hands on one- just one!- of the bones in the room.

They had so much to tell him… He could feel it! So many hands have touched them… They have been used in different rituals, they have seen so many different things… If he could just-

His eyes drift to the side. The uruk’s hood is pooled around his neck and shoulders. His hair was short and brown, clean too. They were all clean smelling, though there were strong smells that Hûra couldn’t quite place. Something spicy, something that stings his nose and burns his throat. The uruk stared at him, narrowing his eyes. Hûra nearly swallowed his hair as he quickly focused all his attention forward.

The elders were already done talking and Hûra hasn’t heard a word of it. He heard talk of shamans, of training, of… he didn’t know! What a fool he was! Maybe his clan was right… Maybe he is nothing but a useless fuck up… An embarrassment… He was nearly vibrating out of his skin when the crowd began to disperse a little.

“Become acquainted with your new surroundings, little ones. This is a common area for all the uruks of our clan. You may come and go as you please. Within reason, of course.” When no one went far from their original positions, the elder quickly added-

“We will come for you in a few hours. Please explore your surroundings.”

Some pups did eventually fan out to look around this ‘common area’ as the elder called it. Hûra was still a little uncertain, as were many others. That one Mystic was still eyeing him up or… was he? Maybe he was only being paranoid… Maybe he was only watching to make sure they didn’t fight or steal or… whatever else they expected a bunch of pups from different tribes and backgrounds to do in a new environment. As anxious as Hûra was, though… it still didn’t stop the overwhelming urge he had to look at those bones…

He awkwardly shuffled over to the mandible that caught his attention earlier. It could belong to any manner of beast… Or an uruk, though… He leaned down, still holding onto a lock of his hair that he was currently sucking on.

Looking wasn’t going to be enough. He needed to hold it in his hands. Hûra had to feel what the bone had to offer before he could understand what it was trying to tell him. Maybe it was knowledge already known? These are shamans, right? It’s… old but Hûra just knows there is some information left that it could tell him. Before he had a mind to stop himself, Hûra had raised his left hand, intending to just… touch it a little. Just a little poke-

He choked on his hair as a warm, bony hand latched hold of his thin wrist.

“What do you think you are doing, boy?” Hûra shrank in size as the older uruk glared down at him. His eyes were a frightful yellow-green that cut straight through him. It was like there was- was someone else looking at him!

Or, perhaps, something…

“T-The b-bones…?” He felt like an utter idiot, standing there with hair in his mouth and his fingers twitching as his eyes continued to drift over to the mandible that was mocking him from the table’s top. The fear he felt quickly waned to apprehension as he tried to tug his wrist back.

“Um-” Another bone caught his eye.

Hûra didn’t see it until he had gotten closer! It’s a… what? A leg bone of sorts? Maybe that is an uruk’s jawbone! How did he die? When did he die? There’s a notch in the long bone that has an interesting pattern. Hûra’s fingernail itched to dig inside of it. He was held firmly in place as he pulled a little harder to free his wrist.

“E-Excuse me…? Can I-?” He pulled again. The Mystic didn’t relent.

“Did you not hear your elder? Pups are not allowed to-”

“Brother? Just a moment-” Hûra didn’t stop pulling on his arm and the other Mystic tightened his grip as three elders- at least, Hûra assumed they were all elder- walked towards them. They all wore the same, black dress that Hûra has seen before. Unlike the uruks outside wearing white-

“Let the boy go.” Their ‘brother’ seemed taken aback.

“B-But- Sir, we cannot allow one uninitiated and- and not even a novice to handle such a-” A raised hand silenced his objections. Reluctantly, the Mystic released Hûra’s wrist and stepped back from the four of them.

“...so be it. If that will be all, sirs?” He bowed and walked away from them, his shoulders tense and his gait a little stiff and awkward. Hûra’s eyes drifted from him back to the bones, then quickly snapped towards the elders that stood around him.

They didn’t quite trap him against the table, but they nearly did. It made Hûra a little uncomfortable. Still, he waited silently, unmoving, waiting for an order or a dismissal. An elder shuffled closer to him, until he was directly in front of Hûra and right beside the table. He reached down and gingerly picked up the mandible between two fingers.

“This caught your eye, did it?” The uruk turned the bone in his hand, seemingly marveling at it in much the same way Hûra had been the moment he noticed it. His eyes were trained on it, pupils wide with interest.

“Hrmm- Uh, y-yes sir…” Hûra was having trouble focusing on the world around him. Things were beginning to feel distant. Far away, like there’s a barrier shielding him from everyone and everything else. Other than that jawbone…

“What is your name, my boy?” Hûra’s eyes flicked over to his face, then back down to the bone. Then he did a double take.

“My… name? S-Sir- you want to know m-my name…?” It was a surprise. A true, genuine surprise. Hûra’s own- his old superiors couldn’t remember his name… or at least, they pretended to forget or not know it. The elder smiled and nodded, lowering the bone down to it was directly eye level with the pup.

“Of course I do, my boy! We are your new family now. What sort of brother would I be if I knew not your name?” Hûra finally managed to tear his eyes away from the distraction in front of him. The elder’s words touched a nerve Hûra didn’t realize was still raw and fresh.

New family…? Brother…? Did he really mean it…? Hûra felt tears well in his eyes. He became somewhat shy, lowering his head and hiding behind his thick, black hair. Rocking back and forth on his heels, Hûra quietly said-

“H-Hûra, sir… M-My name is Hûra…” A large hand was gently placed on top of his head. Warmth rushed to his head as the elder smiled.

“Hûra… A wonderful name. A strong name. You may grow into it yet, little one.” His voice was soft, warm… Hûra couldn’t help but to beam a little. It was one of the nicest things an older uruk has ever said to him! It was enough to nearly make him forget the real reason why they were having this conversation.

“This-” The Mystic held up the jawbone. “-was speaking to you, wasn’t it, Hûra?” Speaking… Yes, it was! Did he really understand?! Hûra nodded eagerly, his attention now solely focused on the mandible once more. The elder hummed and nodded, looking thoughtful.

“I see… perhaps you wish to examine it? Would you like that, Hûra?” Now he was practically jumping up and down.

Hûra couldn’t find his words, but he did nod repeatedly, humming and scraping the underside of his claws together. Would they let him…?! He was so excited that he didn’t see the three elders exchange a look. They all nodded to one another and took a step back, their arms crossed and attention focused onto him. The other elder nodded to Hûra, extending the mandible out to the pup to take.

“As long as you are gentle and careful, little pup…” Hûra nearly squeaked as he excitedly took it into his trembling hands.

Ohh… Yes, it was old. Very old. Hûra felt his eyes begin to droop and his body relaxed. Should the elders be unattentive, it would be very possible for him to fall over and injure himself. But would watch and not interfere unless it became absolutely necessary for their and their property’s survival. Hûra’s fingers began to map out the surface of the jawbone.

It belonged to an uruk… His name is lost, as is his rank and the contributions he made to clan and country. So many hands have touched his bones… He has been passed down for countless generations. Why? There’s- In there-

Hûra’s eyebrows furrowed as a strange sensation bloomed under his fingertips. Right where his nail met his skin. It tickled a little but it also burned. He dug his nail into the cavity of a missing tooth that lay just above an impressive crack that spiderwebbed out along the length of the bone. The elders did nothing to stop him.

Something special did this. Special… and dangerous. It- It’s…

Hûra’s eyes snapped open. A feeling of overwhelming dread crept over him, as though ice cold water had been poured over his head. He wanted to give it back. He didn’t want to touch it- him- anymore! His jaw, it-!

One of the elders placed his hand firmly atop of Hûra’s, so that he could neither pull away, place down or even drop the mandible in his hands. Panic replaced the looming dread that hung over him.

Something bad happened! He took part in something- willingly!- but it hurt so much! There is nothing left of him now. Nothing! Something vapid and empty has taken his place. It stains, it consumes, it burns-!

It was a great privilege with a greater price. To become his vessel meant relinquishing your earthly bonds and giving yourself to him, fully and entirely. Mind, body, and soul… Even if the soul is burned away and the vessel cracked, damaged, unfit, it serves its purpose. What remains is irrelevant. It no longer belongs to the world, but to a greater will! One that we all will give ourselves to, one day, one way or another.

Hûra cried out in terror. Pain, fear, pride and faith… It was different from anything he has ever experienced before. He has experienced memories before, he’s felt pain and fear from different eyes before, he has seen things that make no sense, things so grand that he feels puny and fearful of the consequences of what he witnesses, but this was different.

There was longing in what he felt. Like he… he wanted it too, even though he was so scared that he’s falling backwards into the table, hitting his head and feeling sick and faint. It was as though something was pushing- or pulling- him along a path he didn’t wish to take. Hûra didn’t understand what he was feeling, but he was soothed as it began to fade into something less than it was before.

Maybe he hit his head too hard… but the waning of the poisonous glare that seared into his soul was a relief. It didn’t leave him fully though. It continued to linger, even after Hûra was taken to the healer and given some strange, liquid medicine that tasted sour and made his body feel heavy and sluggish.

Sleep gave Hûra great anxiety but he couldn’t keep his eyes open. A heavy blanket weighed him down, making him feel warm and secure. Not quite safe, but close. Hûra fought it until he could fight it no more. The sensation of being watched plagued his dreams. He heard whispering, plotting. It made him toss and turn in his sleep. His rest will be restless and it will be long, much longer than he is acquainted with. Ordinarily, more sleep would be a blessing but now?

Hûra wishes it to be over. He wishes the eyes would leave him. He should have never touched those bones…

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Some allusions to Sauron and the Witch King at the end, if you were curious.

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9. Intake Forms Should be Short If you are asking the customer about some of their opinions through an intake form, it has to be short and on-point because lengthy and boring intake forms can bounce customers back. You can only include name, email, and product/service interest and send them a newsletter or brochure accordingly to improve their experience. 10. Mobile Friendly Your website should be mobile-friendly since the majority of the customer explore Google or any search engine. To get a high conversion rate, it is important to have a website, which can load and work quickly with mobile. 11. Highlight Value Proposition The value proposition is a statement of how your product and service can help the customer and whether is it better than competitors are. A value proposition should include your brand’s USPs and highlight the value addition your product will provide to the customers. A clear communication of your value proposition can deliver your clear intent of what you will provide to the customers.

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popentertainment-moviereviews · 2 years

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MINIONS: THE RISE OF GRU (2022)

Featuring the voices of Steve Carell, Pierre Coffin, Taraji P. Henson, Michelle Yeoh, Russell Brand, Julie Andrews, Alan Arkin, RZA, Jean-Claude Van Damme, Dolph Lundgren, Danny Trejo, Lucy Lawless, Will Arnett, Steve Coogan, Michael Beattie, Jimmy O. Yang, Kevin Michael Richardson, John DiMaggio and Raymond S. Persi.

Screenplay by Matthew Fogel.

Directed by Kyle Balda.

Distributed by Universal Pictures. 87 minutes. Rated PG.

I’ve somehow mostly missed the boat on the Minions phenomenon. Not completely, of course, that would be nearly impossible. However, I’m only vaguely familiar with them. I did see the first Despicable Me movie years ago, but honestly it did not leave much of an impression on me. I never saw the second or third Despicable movies (with a fourth on the way), nor the previous Minions spin off movie, or even the multiple Minions shorts like “Home Makeover,” “Banana,” “Yellow is the New Black” and “Cro Minion.” I also never caught The Minions Holiday Special which ran on TV.

However, of course I am aware of them: those walking chattering yellow capsules who wear overalls and goggles and are always getting into slapstick mischief and whose personalities seem to be made up entirely of the id. They speak their own language called “Minionese,” although it appears to just be a bastardization of several of the romance languages, such as French, Spanish, Italian, German, Russian and even snatches of English.

It would be hard not to be aware of them. They are nearly everywhere, from clothing to toys to theme park attractions to video games to coffee mugs to ornaments to night lights. They are in commercials – and not just for their movies, either, but for such seemingly unrelated products as Xfinity Wi-Fi and Liberty Mutual Insurance.

Honestly, I’ve never really felt the need to explore them much more. They seemed kind of ridiculous to me. They are, of course, but the surprising thing is that while Minions: The Rise of Gru is not exactly a classic or anything, it was actually surprisingly amusing. Considering the fact that this is coming from an adult man who is way outside of their target audience, that’s saying something. If I kind of liked it, I’ll bet most kids will love it.

Essentially, Minions: The Rise of Gru is a prequel (as was the first Minions movie) to the Despicable Me films, as you can tell from the title it is about a younger version of super-villain Gru.

The action takes place in 1976 and The Rise of Gru has a great 1970s soundtrack. (Although as someone who was alive in the 1970s, unlike most of Gru’s audience, I have to note that at least a few of the songs used came out years after the movie is supposed to take place.) The movie is a celebration of 1970s action films – from the James Bond-inspired opening credits to the Foxy Brown-esque lead villain Belle Bottom (Taraji P. Henson).

The story is silly, but you don’t really expect any different from a kid’s film. Gru as an 11-year-old boy is mesmerized by a group of super bad guys called the Vicious 6. He tries to join the group, only to run afoul of the bad guys. When he is kidnapped, his minions search to find and save him.

Like I said, not much of a story. However what is there is bright and shiny and moves quickly and in general is not – like so much modern animation – kind of obnoxious. The voice talent is also spot on, particularly Steve Carell as a pre-pubescent Gru and Alan Arkin as an aging supervillain who becomes his mentor.

If you are not the target audience, you’ll probably forget The Rise of Gru within hours after you see it. But credit where it is due, the Minions world is a lot of fun while you’re there.

Jay S. Jacobs

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ARTICLE: “SHAPING SPACES THROUGH KNITTING” - MAHARDIKA SIAMSOE’OED SADJAD:

Shaping Spaces Through Knitting: A Personal Reflection

Since taking up knitting she has finally found a sense of belonging in a traditionally female-dominated space.

by Mahardhika Sjamsoe’oed Sadjad

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“Not used to doing much more than typing, my fingers clumsily held the yarn and needles. But the friendly chatter, the warm cup of coffee, and a mind focused on the task at hand eventually calmed my nerves and helped me feel at ease.”

“The next couple of days I spent hours knitting, wanting to commit the movements of my fingers into muscle memory. - created a community, a place to connect “The knitting circle slowly grew, people came and left. We called ourselves the ‘Cro-Kni-Cal’ Circle for ‘Crochet, Knitting, and Calories’,”

“Despite efforts to convince some male colleagues to join us, the idea of doing handicrafts every Wednesday only seemed to attract women. This, of course, isn’t much of a surprise. While there is actually a long history of male knitters, knitting and crocheting are traditionally considered feminine activities and have also become an artform for feminist activism. From pink knitted pussy-hats to bold feminists-inspired embroidery, needlework is a space more often dominated by women”

“And so it was a group of women whose bodies occupied the PhD common room at ISS every Wednesdays from 17.00-19.00, with our fingers busily creating, our mouths pleasantly chatting, and our minds temporarily taking a break from the pressures of research and deadlines.”

“One evening, I found myself among this circle of women and reflected at how comfortable I felt.

Growing up, I tended to rebel against being classified as a “girl” and the limited activities that often came with it. As a child, whenever anyone referred to me as a “tomboy,” I felt a warmth of pride, as if having boy-like characteristics was somehow better than being “just a normal girl.”

I sulked against doing household chores and wasn’t interested in learning any cooking skills from my mom (an attitude I severely regretted as an adult after realising that cooking skill is survival skill). Whenever we had guests at the house, my eyes rolled at “women talk” and I preferred instead to sit around with my dad and listen to the men talk “politics.””

“Spaces are often gendered and as children we easily catch social cues that glorify male spaces and undervalue female ones. “

A lot of what this author spoke about resonated with me. I remember going through a phase of wanting to be a tomboy - or “not like other girls”, in an attempt to gain respect from guys and seem “cool”, weather or not I enjoyed things that were thought of as girly or not - thinking back now I cringe at the thought of dissing women and girls for participating in things they enjoy that happened to be categorised as feminine.

I have really enjoyed fully leaning into the traditionally feminine practice, and revalue and reclaim all these wonderful womanly skills that I once rejected. It’s not necessarily about being stuck within a space, but the value of womanly or girly spaces.

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since I am. INCREDIBLY close to 300 followers and I don’t really have the time to make too much art, I’m gonna be holding a QNA thingy :3! My askbox is open to any questions you would like to ask me! Just make sure they’re minor friendly please, nothing weird or too personal also, you WILL be shamed

Your also free to ask in tags or the comments as well if you would prefer too :3!

as a Small thank you, here’s a teaser for my next post! Hehe mini vampire squid subspace

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macgyvertape replied to your post: “I just Have a lot of feelings about Prowl”:

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Prowl Feelings Club(TM) est. 2018

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#macgyvertape #chattering #cro i've inducted you into the club

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> title. ardent. > note. guard!xiao x royal!gn!reader. > wc. 1.3k. > cw. mild public embarrassment-ish.

although the knightly protagonist and his royal love interest are sung unnamed… the familiarity of the tale of venti’s latest ballad makes xiao’s grip tighten around his halberd, knuckles turning white. he steals a glance to his left, only to meet the gaze of the young heir to the throne who’s already been looking his way. xiao’s eyes drop to the floor, a soft pink flushing his cheeks as venti performs his next and final verse.

“loyal lovers listen well, to the end of this story that i tell. i tell of love! for it must be told! for love – true love – is far better than gold… far better than riches empires may bring, and so, i beg you…” venti trails off, the music tapering for a sliver of a second, enough to bring xiao’s chin up to look the bard in the eyes as he meets his crescendo, “knightly songbird,” he addresses him directly, “sing. pour the praise of your heart in their hands, i pray and i promise that they’ll understand.”

he’ll kill him. xiao’s decided that he’ll kill him. in the moments before venti meets his untimely demise, however, xiao must deftly avoid the curious gaze you’re giving him as the performers exit the hall. melodic lyric has been replaced by the droning voice of a royal coordinator informing the room full of prestigious guests of the details of the successive performances, but xiao knows that you’ll retire soon… venti had been the only engagement you’d wished to attend tonight.

“escort me to my quarters,” you murmur your command once low chatter returns to the room, and xiao weaves you through the crowd. the walk is quiet, your eyes trained on the moon hanging low in the blue stained windows, and it unnerves him.

it’s only until you’re in front of your chambers that the silence is broken by a tentative xiao, “i will be here,” he murmurs, but you make no move to enter your room and he desperately attempts to shake the nervousness that crawls through his limbs. it makes him uncharacteristically fidget.

“a compelling ballad,” you suddenly say, and xiao’s heart drops into his stomach.

“venti is imaginative.” he wills himself to sound uninterested, dismissive.

“i wonder what his inspiration could have been. i may ask him.”

xiao stiffens ever so slightly, his blush returning only to go unnoticed in the moonlight. “could there be merit in keeping some mystery?” he asks and it’s suspicious because he never entertains your idle chatter past a simple yes or no agreement, maybe three, four, five words tops.

“maybe,” you say, a disconcerting glint of mischief in your eye paired with a matching half-smile of your lips. “does it matter to you?” xiao falls into his staple silence, refusing to entertain the question, “personally, perhaps?” you push.

and it’s the halberd slipping from his hands in his surprise at your forwardness that makes you laugh, grabbing it before he can catch it and spinning around in circles in the hall – keeping the weapon just out of reach over and over and over until xiao is dizzy and annoyed and embarrassed. the entire time you tease and you taunt: “pray tell, who could this harrowing knight be? in love with his royal heir to the throne that he’s fated to protect until death do they part,” you continue to his detriment, “destined to pine in his loyal silence, suppressing his ardent love unless he breaks free of his self-imposed prison.”

and still xiao says nothing, successfully pinning his excellency’s wrists to the wall in an attempt to confiscate his halberd only for you to look down on him with catchlights in your eyes and a sickening smirk as if you’ve won something.

because it’s when xiao becomes aware of his body imposing closeness, his face as hot as a furnace, and his heart hammering against his ribcage like a trapped bird. it’s when xiao becomes aware that venti’s lyrics had been a message to not only him, but you, too. it’s when xiao becomes aware that the royal crown in front of him knows.

“is there something my knight wishes to tell me?” you ask, half silly and half serious.

but xiao’s tongue ties itself in knots, his reaction time too slow, and his silence drags on a beat just long enough to clue you into your suspicions and your eyes are widening because you hadn’t been completely sure that yes, he did have something to tell you, but he never thought he would ever get the chance.

“oh my gods,” you say under your breath, “really?” and suddenly his touch is hot on your skin, too hot.

it comes rushing out as if he’s been waiting for the question all this time, “it’s true,” he says quickly and quietly, “what venti says is true.” and it surprises you both into a wide-eyed silence. xiao lets go of you, taking his proper stumbling steps back, and is met with another inquiry.

“you love me?”

“do embarrass me further,” xiao mutters, finally grabbing the halberd from your hand and taking his place by your chamber doors.

“you love me,” you say. “for how long? since we were children? or is this a sort of recent realization?”

he’s cherry-cheeked and jittery, “i was fifteen,” he admits.

“oh,” you say, “and was there a catalyst?”

“the promise you made.”

your mind turns its gears, your thinking almost loud enough to hear as you struggle to remember before a light goes off like fireworks, “no, that can’t be right,” you burst, embarrassed. it’d been something you’d shouted at the marshal of the court from the stands of the knights practice stage after he had assigned a puny kid a year younger than you to be your personal guard. “i absolved that, i apologized to you after our first duel, and… and–

“but it’s true,” xiao says, “you are more fit to protect me than i am to protect you.”

it’s an admittance that stills the air.

“what do you mean?” you ask.

“your curiosity is unkillable,” he refuses to look at you, and so you counter by drawing near. the space between you closes and you lean into him, yet still his gaze remains cast behind you.

and so to remedy the imbalance, you offer a piece of yourself. “i came to the knowledge slowly,” you say, “it was… our consistency. i know i’m not the best that i can be… i’m misdirected by my own desires often and you aren’t. i, by association, get you in trouble quite frequently,” you admit with a nervousness, “just past sunday did we receive a scolding for our last rendezvous past-curfew at the castle town bakery… i apologize, again,” you ramble and xiao is content to see you flustered, until you finally say what you’ve been meaning to say: “but i know, that, without fail, you’d never rather it anyone else getting in trouble beside me. only you and i, together.”

xiao finally looks to you, spurring the realization of the mere inches between your lips, and you falter, stumbling over your highly anticipated final confession, “i-i, i…”

and it’s okay, because xiao makes the distance disappear and kisses you anyway; and it’s a kiss so soft and shy like a dream he melts into – a dream he’s afraid he’ll wake up from.

and reality is bitter. the moment is completely shattered by adrenaline at the mere thought of being caught – you break apart at a slow clap from the end of the hallway. its origin steps into the flickering light and reveals a familiar, little stature dressed in green and white.

with a lyre tucked under his arm, he speaks with an unwelcome charm, “despite having been the reason for your union, i’m sensing an air of hostility.”

“you did divulge his inner world in front of a room of nobility,” you speak up, whispering to xiao that the conversation may continue inside before confiscating his halberd and escaping to your chambers in an attempt to avoid a bloody confrontation that would end with venti on a stick.

> taglist: @its-astrotea-love

#xiao x reader #dear xiao♡#very experimental !#and 6 months rusty #please forgive me <3 #& maybe leave feedback if ur feeling up to it!#i appreciate it more than u could know

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ID: picture of a river with a few waterfalls running into it. On it reads the text "The Mermaids of East Anglia - Watery Folk lore"

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When people talk about the folk tales of England, often the stories fall to places like Yorkshire and Cornwall. While I personally adore these tales, given that I live on the Norfolk Coast I find myself seeking for something a bit closer to home.

Like many places across Europe and the World, Britain and Ireland are well known for their stories of Mer-folk and Water spirits, from the Ceasg of Scottish Rivers to the Athurian Lady of the Lake. But today I wanted to look at the variety of watery tales from the 'bump' of England, East Anglia

Contents

i. Suffolk's Freshwater Mermaids

ii. The Mermaids of the North Norfolk Wash

iii. The Mermaid of Sheringham

iv. Conclusion

v. Bibliography

Suffolks Freshwater Mermaids

I was first introduced to the idea of Suffolk's Freshwater Mermaids when I stumbled across a page on the [Fairyist] which featured a passage from ”The Book of Days,” [Gurdon Suffolk 35-36], describing how a young child described a mermaid as being a "nasty thing that pulled you beneath the water", with many of the mermaids homes being within ponds and lakes, their spirits represented by statues on or next to the water.

ID: image of a mermaid statue sat on a pond surrounded by plants and leaves. The statue is sat as though on her knees but instead with a tail and playing with her hair

For a while I had assumed that was the end of my findings until I recently started looking more into it, and as it turns out there are a variety of suffolk tales which depict a mermaid who lives not in the ocean, but in fresh bodies of water.

" The Mermaid of Fornham all Saints "

Like many folk tales, the Mermaid of Fornham all Saints is far from the Disney-fied image of mermaids we have in our heads today. This spirit in particular was bad tempered and miserable, and known to lure others to an untimely end.

The mermaid was said to live within a deep well on the outskirts of Bury St Edmunds, and would often attack children as the story goes - lurking beneath the surface of the water upon hearing the chatter of youngsters and would grab them if they dipped their fingers within the water with the intention of drowning them.

In addition to this, around Bury St Edmunds stood 3 or 4 millponds known as the 'Mermaid Pits' - as described in Christopher Reeves 'Paranormal Suffolk,' they were said to have been christened with the name after a young girl, unhappily in love, drowned herself within one.

This posed the question whether or not it was a vengeful ghost of the young girl, or perhaps her spirit transformed into a mermaid as a way to lure humans into the water forever?

While this depicts one malevolent spirit of a well, another interesting read on English / Arthurian Myth is the [Maidens of the Wells] which shares thoughts on a variety of tales involving spirits within wells.

" Mermaid of Rendlesham Pond "

When one who is familiar with the Village of Rendlesham, their mind tends to think of extraterrestrial activity, not mermaids. And it's true! Rendlesham is well known as Britain's most celebrated UFO encounter, in which, over three nights around Christmas 1980, several 'spaceships' paid visit to a nearby airbase.

However, in book 'Two Suffolk Friends', published by William Blackwood and Sons in 1895, the memories of the Archdeacon of Suffolk recall his younger years in Rendlesham. He speaks of many things, including a flowering Bush believed to summon the Devil, but most notably a pond in which a mermaid resided:

“In a ploughed field nearby was a large piece of ground at one end, with a pond in the middle of it, and with many wild cherry trees near it.

“It was always called the ‘S pond,’ being shaped like that letter. I suspect, too, that it was a pond of ill repute—perhaps connected with heathen worship—for we were warned never to go near its edge, lest the Mermaid should come and crome us in.

There are many speculations on the nature of this particular water spirit. [Hidden East Anglia] has written of a ghostly woman who dwelled in a pond nearby, while others suggest she be the tale of a river Hag occupying a pond found within Cottage Wood, used to scare children away from the water. There are a variety of similar river hags seen in folklore, such as Peg Powler, whom is both a hag and a water spirit. She is seen both as a Hag who pulls children beneath the water (similarly to a Grindylow) but also as a beautiful young women who seduces young men into the water, much like the folklore of many female water spirits, such as Mermaids, some Nixies and Lake Maidens.

The Mermaids of North Norfolk and the Wash

For the unfamiliar, the Wash is an interesting part of the English Coastline in which the North Sea washes in to form the coastline. The area is well known for Seals, Fossils, and as someone who lives in the area, the stunning Sunset over Hunstanton Beach, in which the sun sets over the ocean despite the town being on the West Coast.

To me, the Mermaids of the Wash are some of the most interesting mermaid myths I've come across, and not just because I live a 15 minute walk away from it's impossible waters. Many legends recount how the Mermaids of the Wash interacted with the people living there in an interesting and unique way.

The Illustrated Tales of Norfolk by writer John Ling recounts how the "Mermaid Sand" of Snettisham came to be Named - after a "dark haired siren" whom came there long ago. Here the word siren is used in the modern context of mermaids, as opposed to the Half-Bird spirit depicted in Greek mythology.

According to the Tale, the sea-woman could magically discard her half-fish form in order to become woman in appearance and walk among the local community and becoming betrothed to unwitting human men. Ling describes her:

"..Though always naked in her natural habitat, she would modestly wear clothes while on land.'

This is one among many accounts of Mermaids living within the Wash and Along the Norfolk Coastline, including the description of a horrific mermaid-like spirit described in the Garden of Health, published 1521. It reads:

“Syren the mermaid is a devilish beast that bringeth a man gladly to death,

“From the navel up she is a woman with a dreadful face, a long arm and a great body. Is like the eagle in the nether part having feet and talons to tear apart those she getteth.

“Her tail is scaled like a fish and she singeth a manner of sweet song and therewith deceiveth many a good mariner for when they hear it they fall asleep and then she cometh and draws them out of the ship and teareth them asunder.”

Like many legends, this description shows the spirit as being a seductive force whom tempted men and provoked fear and disaster, though incredibly different from the mischievous but overall neutral Mermaid who walked along Snettisham, Heacham and Hunstanton coastline.

The Mermaid of Sheringham

Yet another town in Norfolk, I separated the Mermaid of Sheringham because of it's very unique circumstance.

The Sheringham Mermaid is said to be a mermaid spirit who dragged herself by her hands 1.5 miles inland to the town's Church. It's said she was lured to shore, much like how mermaids of myth lured sailors, by the sweet singing of the Church's congregation.

The image of the mermaid is immortalised in the carvings within the church, the image of a mermaid carved into a bench end of the pews. The tail of the mermaid is somewhat sad, for after dragging herself away from her watery home, she found the doors of the church slammed on her, with the Beadle refusing her entry.

ID: Wooden Carving of a Mermaid at the end of a Pew in the Church. She is plus size and laying on her belly, with her chest pressed forward. Her hand rests on the side of the pew.

Despite this firm denial of entry, the mermaid found a way to creep into the church, and her spirit remains there to this day. While some have described her as haunting the premises, I prefer to think of her as listening to the sweet hymns that are sang in the church each Sunday.

Conclusion

I often talk about how I work with Faeries and Water spirits within my craft. While these spirits exist in almost every folklore around the world, under many different names and interpretation, often I seek to look at the ones who exist within my local folklore before I explore how they may be connected to other folklore. As an example, i often research the similarities between a water spirit occupying a body of water to a Naiad or Nymph if it is unnamed, but if not I will explore it's folklore first.

Given that I live by a pond, next to a stream, and close to the sea my proximity to and interaction with water spirits is common, but my research on water spirits in my area was limited until a few months ago where I actively started searching for folklore, other than just witchcraft resources. This information has guided me and helped me within my spirit work!

I love the folklore of East Anglia not just because I live there, but because our unique coast of the Wash and odd landscape leads to many different tales which I can learn and incorporate into my craft. I sincerely recommend looking into folk tales in your area at least once.

East Anglian folklore is not often talked about, but I hope this post piqued your interest in it!

Bibliography

Thefairyist.com

Paranormal Suffolk by Christopher Reeves

Two Suffolk Friends (Blackwood and Sons)

http://www.hiddenea.com/

Illustrated Tales of Norfolk By John Ling

The Garden of Health (1521)

East Anglian Daily Times

Eastern Daily Press: Weird Norfolk

Norfolk Live: Paranormal for Norfolk

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neopronounsmybelovaed · 2 years

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Neopronouns: C

Full list of neopronouns found on the survey beginning with C

ca/can

ca/cand

ca/care

ca/catta

ca/nine

cae/caer

cake/cakeself

calm/calms

cand/candied

candel/candel

candi/candiself

candle/candles

candy/candie

candy/candy

cap/tain

card/cards

care/cares

cat/catboy

cat/cats

cat/nip

catboy/catboy

catdog/catdog

caw/caw

caw/crow

ce/cedar

ce/cem

ce/cer

ce/cir

ce/lai

cel/celes

cel/celest

cel/cem

cha/chase

chae/chane

chai/chaim

chai/chain

champ/ion

chao/chaos

chaos/chaos

chaotic/chaoticself

chat/chatter

chem/chemic

cher/chers

cherry/cherries

chet/chets

chev/chevalier

chew/chew

chi/chime

chi/chir

chi/chirp

chir/chirp

chirp/chirps

cho/choco

cho/chos

chocolate/chocolate

chomp/chomps

chor/chorus

chord/chord

chron/chrono

chrrp/chrrps

ci/ciph

ci/cipher

ci/circ

cie/cier

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cit/rys

citru/citrus

cla/claw

clemen/tine

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click/clicks

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clo/cloud

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clock/clocks

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coffee/coffeeself

cog/cog

coi/coin

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cola/colas

color/colors

com/comfort

com/comi

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comb/comb

comfy/comfys

comrade/comrade

con/cons

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coo/cookie

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cookie/cookies

cor/cord

cor/corpse

cor/corv

cor/corvid

core/core

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cos/cos

cotton/candy

crackle/crackle

craft/craft

cre/creature

cre/creme

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crick/et

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cro/crow

cro/crown

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crow/crows

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crun/crunch

cry/cryp

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cryp/crypt

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cryst/crystal

cub/cub

cube/cubes

cup/cake

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curse/curseself

cut/cuts

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cy/kes

cyc/cyclo

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Be Quiet For Once (Han Solo X Calrissian!Reader)

Rating: E (Explicit: Graphic Content; 18+ only)

Type: Smut

Summary: Smutty one shot between Han Solo and Lando’s Sister, while her brother is in the next room

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Smut (dirty talking, wall sex, unprotected sex, p in v)

A/N: This is Sam from the day after this fic was supposed to come down; tumblr would give me an error every time I tried to post but HERE IT IS

MASTERPOST | REQUEST HERE | KO-FI

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You stood behind the big entry doors of Cloud City right by your brother’s side, Lando Calrissian. A few minutes ago his old ship, the Millenium Falcon had requested permission to land and your heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing once again the man who you brother lost the ship to.

Once the doors open, you had to bit your lip to hide the smirk creeping into your face the second you spot the tall smuggler, arms up in the air greeting ou both and the…welcoming committee of a few soldiers “Hey!”

“You got a lot of guts coming here after what you pulled.” Your brother struts over to him, intimidating tone grazing his voice

“Lando…” you taunt him, not wanting two grown men to throw a fistfight in the middle of the platform.

“Don’t worry, Y/N.” he throws, without looking at you, before going to a halt in front of Han. The men, both stare each other up and down before smiles crack on their faces and they are bro-hugging each other.

“How you doing, you old pirate? So good to see you!” your brother greets, patting the smuggler’s back

“What are you doing here?” you ask, poking your head trying to catch Han’s gaze. Once your eyes meet, he tries to take advantage that he is still embracing Lando to throw you an earth chattering smirk while eyeing you up and down. Right then and there, your body temperature rose to the highs.

“Ah, repairs.”

“What have you done to my ship?” your brother pulls away, suspicious-looking as he questions Han.

“It’s not your ship anymore, Lando.” You remind him in a snarky voice.

“Even your sister remembers,” he nods in your direction “you lost it to me fair and square.”

“How are you doing Chewbacca? Still hanging around with this loser?” your brother turns to the Wookie before spotting the girl that shyly stood behind him. Your brother walks over to her, kissing the back of her hand “Oh what have we here…”

While Lando is trying to swoon the girl, Han struts over to you in his typical fashion, chest puffed and looking down.

“My brother seems fairly entertained with your newest crew member.” Your nods towards the interaction as his hand sneakily finds your rear, giving it a gentle squeeze, causing you to jump and quickly batting his hand away.

“Well let’s all just go inside so we can catch up.”

Han’s mouth was on yours like he hadn’t seen you in years, which technically wasn’t a lie. You nearly laughed against him, always curious how he got so worked up that he turned absolutely primal whenever the two of you were together.

“Han,” you moaned when his hands started tugging your shirt up, his teeth nipping at your shoulders. He growled against your soft skin, pulling you away from the wall only long enough to pull down the top of your tunic dress. “Fuck, babe. What’s got you all hot and bothered?”

“You being the first thing I saw when those gates opened” he mumbled, grinding his hips against yours, your body nowhere to go as you slipped his shirt off. “This dress living little to the imagination as to what the top half of your body looks like.”

“Try and be quiet for once, my brother is next door.” you grinned against him, his hands lifting up your long dress. His hands came under your ass and shifted you up the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist as his cock teased your entrance.

“You’re too hot to be left a secret.” He shoved in quick, your whole body tensing around him as he chuckled. He leaned back and snapped his hips forward, your hands around his neck and fisting in his hair, giving a tight squeeze. He did it again and you whimpered, crossing your ankles around the small of his back as you hung on. “You should just moan as loud as you can. Let everyone know who fuck the Admnistrator’s sister the best.”

He is going hard, harder than you were used to from him but you weren’t complaining, your moans only egging him on. All you could do was hang on and drop your hips back down every time he hiked you up the wall. You lowered your head to his shoulder, nipping at his neck when he growled against yours.

“You give me a hickey I’m giving you one back” he grunted.

“You do that, I’ll cut your dick off.” you half-moaned, feeling a shiver run down his body when you found a patch of delicate skin, he wouldn’t be able to hide and sucked hard.

“I’ll do one where no one but me can see it.” he said, latching his lips just above your right nipple when he drove in, smiling when you yelped.

“Cheeky bastard.” You pant against his lips as his face comes up again.

“I don’t hear you complain.” He snaps his hips and you moan, quite loudly, quickly biting your bottom lip, hoping no one outside of this closet heard that. “Like I said, no complaints.” He whispers against your neck as soon as his hand comes up to cover your mouth, keeping it there as he keeps fucking you against the cold wall.

Biting at his hand, he pulls it away and you smirk “Shut up and make me cum.”

Your hands roam through his hair, holding onto his body for dear life as he drills up into you at a quick pace.

“As you wish.” Only a few more thrusts needed to take place before the two of you were moaning into each other’s mouth, an orgasmic mess of sounds as you both came undone, in and around each other.

Coming down from his high, Han pulls his lips away, biting into your lower lip, groaning into the side of your neck. Finally slowing to a stop, you unlocked your legs, as he set you down on shaky legs.

“I always loved Cloud City’s welcoming ways,” he teased, pulling his pants up and helping you zip your dress back up, taking his sweet time to do so, letting the thumb that was guiding the zipper up, graze over your spine.

“We do love to treat well our guests.” You smile over your shoulder, his hands resting on your waist before turning you to face him.

“I know that.” He places a slow kiss on your lips, hands travelling down to your ass; he loves to work you up from beginning to end.

“Tell you what.” You bite your lip, looking up at him, knowing you’re about to pose an offer he won’t refuse “Sneak into my room after dinner and I might just show you the kind of welcoming reserved only for returning guests.”

His lips brush yours and you can feel the smirk on that cheeky bastard’s face “Only if you promise to keep quiet while I fuck you senseless.”

You pull away from him, slightly, hands still wrapped around his neck, but you face him with a defying look

“Honey, despite living with my brother, a girl still has to get off at least once a day and…” You pull his ear close to your mouth before whispering the last part “I’ve never been caught.”

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