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filmofhybe · 5 months

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A Magical Christmas with enhypen

🗯️ pairing : ot7 x oc 🎀 GENRE : fluff , 8th member of enha. 1093 wc (approximately)

; AUTHORS NOTES : welcome to day 6? of “24 days of Christmas with filmofhybe!!” Hope you guys enjoy this one!! And happy birthday to Niki & sunghoon!!🤭 (even tho it was yesterday)

MASTERLIST to my other works

정원 jungwon

He knows you have major, and I mean MAJOR SEASON DEPRESSION. All the members could just tell it has hit you when you start spacing out during the comeback recordings, not even trying in practices, rarely posting on weverse and giving fans less attention during offline fan sign. (you weren’t trying to be rude, again is just SEASON DEPRESSION and is draining you.) Is like you want to do good during winter comebacks but can’t because you HATED winter and as I said - season mf depression.

Jungwon being jungwon - whose a really good leader. Decided to take you out during Christmas just try to help you feel a bit better. Takes you to eat Korean BBQ in your cozy pajamas, buys you hot chocolate while you guys enjoy the beautiful Christmas lights all around seoul. He helps you take photos despite you being in your pajamas. Saying it would be nice to update your fans once a while to know you’re not “dead”. You captioned “thank you to our lovely jungwon for the pictures!!”, fans thanking him for taking you out during Christmas to feel the festive season and grateful that he cares about you, as well as understanding your seasonal depression.

“thank you for making my Christmas a bit better wonnie.”

“is okay! I’m glad your happy, not letting that silly season depression get to you!”

“Is still here but you made it better.”

“I’m flattered. This could be our little tradition.”

“Maybe if I’m in the mood to come out again next year!”

박종성 Park Jeongseong

Remember how he said he took Niki back to his place during their break. Yeah that would 101% be him. He knows how it feels to not being able to celebrate such a special occasion with your family, so he doesn’t hesitate to ask his parents to let you stay over. They all loved you anyways. His house was filled with really Christmas vibe decorations and a large Christmas tree in the middle of the living room and you’re groups signed album on the shelves which reminds you of your home :(

He cooks with dad during Christmas Day and it’s so good. You kept going back to his steak because who wouldn’t. They will include you in their Christmas karaoke later on as well as make you and jay perform your songs, which they will film it and send it back to your parents.

Not to mention, they brought you gifts and when you open each one of them, it made you really emotional because it felt like you were part of their family. Your parents were so grateful that they are taking good care of you, even miles away where you can’t celebrate Christmas together.

“Thank you so much for these gifts, I’m so thankful for all of you…”

“There’s no need y/n you would always be a family member to me!”

“Jay you’re gonna make her cry even more..”

“Good so I can post this on weverse..”

“WHAT NO?! IDOL PROTECTION HELLO??”

희 승 heeseung

Would stay in the dorm with you and you guys will just play games the whole time while streaming it. Either valorant to roblox, or even just chilling while listening to music. Constantly going into each others room to say hi to each others chat. And reading out funny donations.

“When’s the groups next comeback?”

“Guys we just had one?!”

“Did we-?”

“If you mean the one where you only sang for 6 seconds than yes..”

“SHUT UP HEESEUNG.”

Munching on shin ramyun and you both did a room tour of your rooms, showing how festive it is. Telling the chat what gifts you guys got each other and told them this is how you would be spending your Christmas with them. They honestly love you for that. Will go viral on Twitter for being the “best gaming duo.”

“What about your families?”

“Oh me and heeseung’s family hang out yesterday so we are just vibing today. The others are out.”

“We wanted to talk to engenes and play games so please enjoy!!”

심재윤 Sim Jaeyun

You both decided to film a cover for the fans during Christmas, so the whole day you guys were just in the HYBE building, vibing to Christmas music with the staff and filming. You will update your personal insta account of you and Jake that day. Showing the cute Christmas doughnut he got you along with a gift, and both of your microphones. Teasing the fans with the upcoming cover.

It maybe a simple Christmas but it would always be fun with Jake because he also brought in Layla. She will constantly come up to you, begging for body scratch or even treats. Even posting a selfie of you and her on twitter.

“YAH Y/N YOU’RE STEALING MY DOG?”

“UH NO IM NOT? SHE JUST RAN TOWARDS ME FOR TREATS?”

“Istg that dog likes you more than me…”

“Maybe if you start feeding her than she will..”

“I DONT STARVE HER STOP BEING A HATER YOU BOTH😔😔”

okay but MOVING ON. When the cover dropped, IT WENT VIRAL VIRAL. The Christmas lighting, the eye contact between you both was IMMACULATE. Fans felt the warmth after listening to it, like drinking a hot chocolate on a cold winter day. They kept asking for more covers between you both, maybe you guys would do one on New Years🫣

성훈 Sunghoon

Mr takes you to ice skating on Christmas. Both of you are known to be the ice skaters of enhypen. Both extremely good at it so it wouldn’t be a problem. Kept trying to show off your moves to each other. Everyone on the rink jealous that you both could do these amazing tricks. Even though you guys kept going head to head in the rink, obviously he got to take pictures of you so you can post on Instagram.

Man you almost couldn’t land on one of the turns and he zoomed right beside you to catch you. You kinda blushed🤭 anyways. The pictures you guys posted was so cute and majestic, fans was so happy that you guys are hanging out together during Christmas.

“omg the ice prince and princess together on Christmas!!”

“We love to see them back on the ice once again :( “

“We need a performance from them.”

선우 Sunoo

The type to just drag you to every single café and enjoy each others presence while filming for en-log. It was just a soft cute Christmas and you both also exchanged presents. Linking arms as you both went to different phootbooths and thrift stores taking those 90s pictures.

“y/n~~ you look so silly In that hat HAHA!!”

“what do you mean sunoo? I look sexy😝”

“Whatever you say😐”

He loves including you in this sunset photos so when he added you to his little dump, everyone freaked out because that means you guys were hanging out together during Christmas. Very grateful to have each other during this cold season. Just wrapped around warm coats and each others presence.

“BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DUO FOR SO LONG🥹”

“WAR IS OVERRR!! WE GOT OUR AGEYO DUO🤭”

“THEY CHOSE EACH OTHER FOR CHRISTMAS!!”

にしむらりき Nishimura Riki

Since both of you can’t go back to visit your family, you both decided to just go to a shopping trip. Kept buying stuff like non stop. At the end of the day you both have at least 15 bags on you.

“So do you think our manager will say anything about this addiction?"

“y/n I think he has gotten use to it by now..”

“You’re right..”

You both got caught by a fan and they said you both was struggling to hold your bags but you guys looked so cute struggling😭 They even saw you vibing to Christmas songs and you buying Niki hot chocolate because he wanted it so bad #stillachild . Fans was so surprised by this duo because they actually never saw it coming.

“Idk whose influencing who😭”

“Is giving older sister bringing her younger brother on a shopping treat”

“Sometimes I forgot they are both making BANK”

“Y/n struggling while Niki sipping on his chocolate is too unserious💀💀”

No because tell me why your stuff can’t even fit in the car.. you both were suffocated at the back of the car. Your manager laughing at you both and begging him to spare some mercy on you😭 you guys are just too funny.

“Next year same time same amount of stuff?”

“NIKI I DONT THINK I CAN SPEND MORE…”

“WE ARE MAKING MONEY!?”

“True…”

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olderthannetfic · 5 months

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Recently left a fandom, and one of the weirdest things about that fandom was the behavior of Readers on social media. One of the biggest aspects with the tiny community situation we were in, is everyone kinda sees/knows/knows of everyone else, so when you say something negative in public, we all see it. And sure, that happened, but that wasn't the weird thing. So. For context. People were not leaving feedback, positive or negative on fics in this community for a while, but several people seemed to do this weird Vague Posting thing about the works they were actively reading. Talking about plot points. Expressing their opinions and theories or paying compliments to the writers, all around gushing *on their twitter feed* - most of this was work that was easily recognizable to me, and other writers, through context because we were all really familiar with each other/friendly. Sometimes these works were mine, and it just struck me as really really bizarre that these people were doing this like Live Tweet Reaction to fic they clearly liked but never bothered to: 1. Even say what the title of the fic was let alone link to it or 2. Leave any of those nice words on AO3 for the writers of said fics. And it really only just struck me today that this might have been an attention thing. Like commenting on AO3 doesn't give them a public enough audience or something so they've gotta preform their reaction on social media. It almost felt like stolen fandom valor, that people got all this engagement from others commenting on their reaction to the fics while the authors got crickets. It was so... Weird. But what I'm curious about is if other people have encountered this? Is this becoming a common thing? (If so, ew.) Or if maybe it was just a strange isolated behavior in this tiny community. In other fandoms past and present I've seen people posting about fic on socmed, before but never this strange Positive Vague Posting.

I don't hang out on twitter enough to see this, but it reminds me of years ago when I knew people offline who'd eagerly share fic with each other and get social clout for discovering a new great one. They'd even make icons about in-jokes from other people's LJ comments and shit.

I remember this one time when I was like "Dude, that icon is from a picture I posted, and that fic author lives like five minutes from all of us..." But to them, it was like the actual sources of fic were as distant as a TV network, and Fandom consisted of the social interaction with their friends who read fic of the same thing.

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territorial-utopia · 8 months

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Another character design commission for @pocket-ozwynn. This is Lord Vespid of House Pyrite, an antagonist for his story Offline Valor-

Dapper lil bastard I say

#gianttiny #giant/tiny #giant tiny #sfwgt #niart

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chamomile-g-tea · 1 year

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i never posted ! holiday Rowan/Zelly, taking a selfie <3 they are from @pocket-ozwynn’s Offline Valor!

#he is SO head empty in this one #nothing behind those eyes #only look at big gf in the screen and forget how cameras work #i love HER she’s such a baddie #g/t #giant/tiny #chamomile doodles #wholesome giantess #not my ocs

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entomolog-t · 3 months

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GtWAC Day 3 : Poor Summary of a Great Fic

Not one but TWO terrible summaries of the amazing fics from @pocket-ozwynn

If borrower's Game of Throne's was going on in the background of a an overly caffeinated twitch dream girl's stream while she panics over Geralt of Rivia's much smaller but equally handsome distant cousin.

From @pocket-ozwynn's amazing work Offline Valor

With one of the most interesting premises I've read in years, Oz does an incredible job at taking this wild premise and making it a truly hooking read. Despite the comical premise, the fantasy juxtaposed with such a modern environment works so incredibly well- especially with Oz's impeccable writing style. His ability to switch from fantasy to modern to a combination of the two is so interesting and exciting to read.

Oz is extremely talented with tone and Offline Valor exemplifies his skills incredibly well. There is such an incredible vibe that permeates the story, where theres almost a sort of implicit tension that seems to build around these two worlds colliding.

The two leads, Zelly and Rowan, are vastly different, yet their chemistry is so so good.

The golden retriever equivalent of a military dog becomes the World's Biggest Herbo by making herself a human shield for the Government-secret Geek Squad employee. Sparks fly (literally).

From Genesis Day

Genesis day is such a fun ride despite the general tension the plot consistently maintains. While there is a sort of building unease that something is about to happen, Oz still manages to make moments between characters feel fun and easy going- Alice and Freyja especially!

Genesis day to me as a reader feels akin to a love letter of to all those hours spent as a kid fantasizing about fighting Big Bad Monsters in an attempt to both do good and be good.

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As an Author, Oz has such a fun ability to take these wild and almost goofy sounding concepts and turn them into not only an enjoyable read, but a beautiful read. He has a skill with prose and his descriptions often times read artfully- elegant and poetic, with ethereal imagery and flowery language. This man could write about taking out the trash and turn it into something magical.

#FREYJA IS ALSO JUST SUCH A FUN AND WELL MEANING GAL??#LIKE HEART OF GOLD #LOVE LOVE LOVE #and ZELLY??? An icon.#Rowan is small dark and handsome #Alice is so sweet???#Gives me gets bullied by their crush energy #(Freyja is too nice BUT STILL)#Shove him in a locker (affectionately)#g/t #g/t community #g/t prompts #g/tWAC

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cloudycodes · 1 year

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my first introduction to APIs

currently in tutorial hell so i’m trying to brainstorm projects i can build with javascript that i can actually utilize. hobbies? reading novels, studying korean, valorant, watching kdramas/anime. i chose my korean study journey because everything else … i’m good for now

i have a thing where i really like to read lyrics to korean songs that hold a lot of meaning so i want something to do with lyrics and translations.

my friend told me to start looking into APIs and see if there’s anything useful for me there, so i am now here reading about APIs because i totally skipped over the lesson to read about them why lie.

APIs. application programming interfaces.

these are constructs in programming languages that can extend the functionality of a browser and server

what exactly do APIs do?

document manipulation - think of the DOM API and how it helps us with dynamically adding styles and changing our page

fetch data from servers - think of the smaller sections of your page that are continuously updating, like a stock listing or a list of trending news

drawing and manipulating graphics - think canvas where you’re given options to create shapes and add filters

multimedia controls - subtitles and captions, audio distortion, or camera video adjustments

device location - using GPS to find the your position to maybe create a list of trends near you and relevant content

client-side storage - allows data storage on the client side, like auto saves or offline mode

how do APIs work?

APIs are based on objects. your code interacts with APIs using one or more javascript objects, which are the containers for the data that the API uses.

they have pretty recognizable entry points - think for the DOM API, the features are usually associated with the document object.

to change state, you would use event handlers. most APIs contain at least a few events.

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i just bookmarked an article on how to use API with javascript so i’ll read that and probably post something about it another day

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thank you mdn webdocs

#code #codeblr #programming #webdev #coding #javascript #cloudylogs code

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the-yoru-whoru · 2 years

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Streamer reader x Yandere Omen | Valorant protocol doesn’t exist in this au | omen’s physical appearance is unspecified in this as well | reader is super chill and sleepy and plays animal crossing | obsessed / simp / stalker Omen | idk I feel like this is funny cause some streamer stans really be acting like this ( as in they both pretend to worship and control everything about their favs at the same time lmao ) | two endings, one normal one n*fw lol | going to write about Phoenix next cause I never write about him lol

Omen finds your stream out of pure luck.

He doesn’t usually go on twitch, he prefers watching those funny cat videos on YouTube when he has the chance between work.

But there were only so many cute videos of cats he could watch before he started wondering about other content.

Living alone got…isolating at times. He’d find himself aimlessly following the same routine day after day, heading to work with his head down, coming back only when it was dark out, his apartment always cold and empty.

He made enough to live comfortably and then some; but he had no desire to travel, no family to spoil and no interests besides knitting, which was already fairly inexpensive.

Twitch was difficult to navigate at first. He clicked on streams and tried not to cringe at how loud people would be talking, or the violent games they were playing. Chat often sped by, their words blurring together and speech riddled with terms he didn’t know.

He found out that streams with too many viewers were too much for him.

You had a fair amount of viewers.

He’d clicked on your thumbnail by accident while he was going through the animal crossing category. He’d often played the game himself, and found it relaxed him most of the time.

The first thing Omen noticed was your appearance.

Your hair was tussled in a neat little way, strands sticking up as if you had just rolled out of bed.

The sweater you wore was adorably oversized, the thick fabric swallowing you in its folds.

And you had the most attractive face he’d ever seen, from your pretty mouth curved up into a small smile, to your drowsy eyes, half-lidded as if fighting to stay awake.

Your voice was soft, but the mic picked it up easily. There was a slight raspiness to your voice, a calmness that he felt rock through his body and to his core.

For a moment, Omen felt like this must be what love at first sight feels like.

Until his fingers hit the screen where your face cam is. Then he remembers he’s watching a stream.

You’re still talking softly, giggling lightly at some comments in chat. His eyes are glued to you.

Before he knows it an hour has gone by and all he’d done was watch you.

You were doing an assortment of things; fishing, decorating, farming. All the while you talked in that maddening way, face flushing at certain comments, or small hands coming up to rub at your eyes tiredly.

Omen felt like he could see the appeal of twitch now.

Watching you play was both calming and exhilarating in a strange way.

He could feel his back cramp with how long he’d been crouched over his laptop, drinking in every movement and sound you made.

So he moved to the bed, watching you play till 3 in the morning, when after your 6th yawn in a row where you reluctantly told stream you had to end, thanking everyone who came and spoke in chat, as well as the lurkers who supported the stream just by watching.

The screen went blank, the word “offline” filling the screen.

He stared at it blankly, trying to process what had just happened.

Glancing at the clock, he almost recoiled in shock at how much time had gone by. He hadn’t eaten dinner yet, he hadn’t done laundry, he hadn’t cleaned up, he hadn’t even used the bathroom and taken a shower yet.

Dazed, he fixed himself a quick meal and got ready for bed hastily, lying down and looking up at the ceiling in wonder.

Maybe next time you streamed he’d talk in chat.

Omen settled into bed again, propping some pillows against the headboard, and leaning back. He was on top of his covers with his laptop in his lap, the screen brightly lit. He glanced at the clock. 7:56. Your stream should be starting in a few minutes. He refreshed your twitch page again out of anticipation. There was still a plate on his side table, he’d quickly eaten a slice of bread for dinner, and his work clothes lay wrinkled on the ground.

Finally, after what felt like ages, you were live. He quickly clicked on the stream, raising the volume and letting your voice ring through his empty apartment. You had gotten more popular since he’d first saw you, now chat flew by quickly, and viewers shot up as soon as you went live. For some reason he couldn’t help but feel unhappy about that.

“Hi guys!” You were unusually energetic today, “How’s everyone’s afternoon been?”

There was a slight pause as chat filled with good’s and bad’s. He could see your eyes tracking the chat, as if waiting for something. Maybe he was imaging it, but he’d like to think you were waiting for his response specifically. He quickly typed out his answer, fingers quivering above the keyboard.

*tired, but trying to relax*

Almost immediately you nodded in sympathy, making a small noise of acknowledge. Omen’s heart skipped a beat. Did you read his response? Chat was moving so fast; was that just a coincidence? It couldn’t be.

“Well, I’m sorry if anyone had a bad day today, I also didn’t have the best day but…” Omen‘s hand flew to the donation button before you could even finish, “At least now I get to play games all night!”

His donation popped up in the corner of the screen.

*iheartcats donated 50$ : sorry that you had a bad day as well. hope tomorrow is better.

He watched your eyes flick to the text, widening adorably as usual, “Wow, thank you for the 50$ Iheartcats!”

You paused to read his message quickly, “Aww, that’s really sweet, I really do appreciate your support, dude. That’s so nice of you.”

Omen tried not to squeeze his laptop too tightly under his grip.

Tonight you were playing Stardew.

He always appreciated how you played those kinds of games; peaceful, domestic, calm. Games that didn’t stress him out or trigger him in anyway. The music would always be something repetitive and comforting, and there were never jump scares either.

Although he didn’t often watch the gameplay. Most of the time his gaze was on you, staring longingly at those plush lips of yours, and watching your every move. It all seemed so adorable, so flawless. He knew that it was impossible for a person to do no wrong, but it often seemed perfection like you was too good for this world.

A delicate hand came to rest on your chin as you contemplated what to respond to some character prompt for friendship points, “I don’t know what to say here guys… I’ve gotten this far but I don’t wanna mess up my points.”

He watched you sigh and hover over the options again.

Omen suddenly had an idea. He quickly searched up the character route and the correct answers. An excited anticipation rising inside of him, he clicked on the donation button yet again, quickly typing out his message and linking his credit card.

*iheartcats donated 100$ : correct response should be the last one.

He watched you blink at the screen curiously as you read it, before realization settled in.

You shift uncomfortably in the camera, and he could see you bite your lip anxiously, “Thank you for the donation, I do really love the support, but you don’t need to spoil the answers, I think finding them out ourselves is what makes it’s fun!”

Omen felt his heart sink in his chest. He didn’t know what to do. He’d been donating so much, and you still treated him like everyone else, like you were putting some kind of distance between you two. All he wanted was to be able to talk to you, for you to acknowledge his existence with more then a small thanks. And now it’s even backfired on him; you didn’t like that he’d spoiled the answer.

“Fuck…” He mumbled out loud, gaze quickly darting from the gameplay to your face again.

He loved watching you play. It was the one thing he could look forward to in his grey life. He felt like he could be satisfied just watching you and supporting you forever. You deserved the new viewers and new sponsors and donations and admiration. It was something you earned and you didn’t owe anyone special treatment or value.

Then why…why did he feel so pissed off?

Omen couldn’t stop gripping the laptop, the metal creaking slowly under the pressure. He could feel the darkness creeping in again, the walls he’d put up to keep them at bay slowly cracking and letting it in like poison gas.

He only wanted to help. He was your number one fan. He showed up to every stream, donated generous amounts of money, followed and commented on all your social media, and even bought the limited amount of merchandise you put on sale. He was always in chat, always first to click on your videos, the first to find out about you before you blew up.

You were back to playing, and he felt a bitter stab in his chest when you cheerfully thanked someone else for a donation, giving an almost identical response to their donation as you did for his. This was bullshit.

Before he could think he was keying in another donation.

*iheartcats donated 1000$ : why won’t you notice me

Omen saw you glance at it. He could barely hear your voice over the thumping in his chest, the blooming hope that maybe now you’d say something different, that you would at least acknowledge him with more then a quick thanks.

Instead, your face barely changed, the only giveaway that you even saw his message was your mouth twitching into a frown. Your shoulders hunched over, as if uncomfortable, and suddenly he felt like he’d done something incredibly wrong.

Your stream suddenly froze. Omen panicked, cursor immediately going to the refresh button to reset his browser. But the small message that popped up made him freeze.

You…you banned him? No, this had to be a mistake. Omen refreshed the page over and over, finger smashing the laptop so hard that the screen began to glitch at the edges, greens and blacks creeping in from the sides. He pulled himself out of bed and snatched his computer, unable to stop the pure anger seeping through him.

“Really?? After all I did for her? She’s gonna fucking ban me??” He growled out between gritted teeth, before flinging his computer to the wall, ignoring the loud bang it made before sliding to the floor, screen finally turning black. He stood there for moment, breath heavy and body slightly trembling. He could taste bile in the back of his throat, and he suppressed to urge to break another expensive item.

No. This wasn’t fair.

Omen pulled out his luckily intact phone from his pocket, and quickly punched in the number.

“Hello? Yeah, Cypher listen.” He glanced back at his destroyed laptop on the ground, “ I need your help.”

- one ending : Omen goes to Cypher and gets his computer fixed 👍

N*fw ending below non con warning

You blearily opened your eyes, mind still foggy with sleep. Yawning, you turned over in your bed, glancing outside your window. It was the middle of the night, and you could see the moon in the clear dark sky. Absentmindedly, you thought about how pretty it was.

You tried to fall back asleep, but your throat was uncomfortably dry from talking so much earlier, so you reluctantly rolled out of bed, slowly walking past your streaming station and towards the kitchen.

The floor was strangely cold against your bare feet, and you looked around confusedly. Weird; your window was open. You didn’t remember opening it, but you don’t remember closing it either. Shrugging, you quickly shut the window and locked it, shivering from the night time breeze.

Quickening at the thought of your warm bed, you poured yourself a cup of water, gulping down the liquid quickly and wiping the excess off with your sleeve. But something felt off. You turned around, looking around your home. The kitchen was attached to the living room, and as far as you could tell it was empty. You hadn’t bothered turning on the lights as the moon outside was bright enough to dimly brighten your path, but still; the long shadows across the floor were creeping you out, and it was eerily quiet. You took a step backwards, cup wobbling in your hand.

Suddenly you backed into something hard and firm.

“Mhm—!” You didn’t have time to scream before a heavy hand slid over your mouth, holding down hard as to not let a sound out. Your cup slips out of your grasp and shatters on the floor.

You struggle against your assailant for a few moments, pulling desperately at his forearm, kicking back at his figure. But he didn’t even budge. You feel your feet scrape against the broken glass, sharp stings of pain barely registering in your state of terror.

Your assailant caught one of your flailing fists, easily taking hold of your wrist in one hand.

“Scream and I break your wrist,” He said quietly.

You stopped moving, a chill going down your spine. His voice was incredibly deep, he didn’t even sound human. There was an unnatural rumble in his tone, a strange brokenness in his intonation. But the threat was there and clear. Even now you could feel your wrist bruise under what must be a mere squeeze for him. You had no doubt he could easily snap it.

“Nod if you understand,” He whispered.

After a moments pause, you shakily nodded, tears already streaming down your face. The hand covering your mouth slowly released.

You resisted the urge to cry out for help. He leaned over you, hot breath brushing against the side of your face. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was tall, if the long shadow casted over you was any indication.

“Do you know who I am?” He asks you, voice ragged, “Think carefully.”

His form shifts behind you, and you can’t help the sob that escapes your chest, fear coursing through your body.

“I-I don’t know! Please just—” You shriek when he picks you up effortlessly.

He carries you to your room and you feel lightheaded as he puts you down none too gently on your streaming chair.

“Here,” He grunts, “A clue.”

You are finally able to glance up at him. His face is covered by a shadow so you can’t make out any of his features, but you can tell his body is built even from under his sweater, and his sleeves are rolled up to reveal forearms that are thick and sturdy.

Trembling, you look away from him. He’s sat you at your streaming station. You’re not stupid, you know what this means.

“You watch me stream, r-right?” You say carefully.

He nods.

“So…” You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, staring at the black screen of your monitor as if it would help you, “You’re a fan?”

It’s almost amusing when he nods solemnly, “Big fan.”

You wracked your mind. You could only think of one person.

“Iheartcats?” You say questioningly.

You’re startled when he swivels your chair to himself, leaning down excitedly, “Yes! Yes, that’s me!”

He shakes you by your shoulders lightly, and you’re unsettled by the sudden mood change.

You give him a crooked smile, “G-great! I’m glad you enjoy t-the streams!”

His shoulders sag, “But you banned me.”

Your blood goes cold again, “I-I’m sorry about that.”

He falls quiet, and you feel uneasy as you wait for his next move. You want to dart to your phone and call for help, but you don’t think you could get to it before he stops you.

“My name is Omen,” He breaks the silence with a sudden polite introduction.

“I’m Y/N.” You tell him shakily, even though you know he already knows that.

After a pause, he pulls away from you and starts pacing the room, muttering intensely to himself. You can only watch him as he takes heavy steps from one side of your bedroom to the other, presence large and unwelcoming in what should be your safe space.

“W-what do you want from me?” You finally ask, unable to keep waiting in this tense anticipation for him to do something.

He stops and turns to you, “That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Omen admits, “I’ve wanted to meet you for so long, but now that I have done so I find that… it’s not enough.”

You recoil back.

Omen enters your space again, hot breath making you feel dizzy, “I want you to thank me. For being your number one supporter. I deserve that, at least.”

You open your mouth to quickly give him thanks so he’ll be satisfied, but he shakes his head dismissively.

“No, not like that,” He sounded disappointed, “Just…get on the ground.”

“What?” You must’ve mishear him, “The ground?”

Impatience seeps into his voice, “Yes. On your knees.”

Confused, you slowly sink out of your chair and to the floor, sitting on your knees and leaning back onto your heels. It’s only when he comes to stand in front of you do you realize what he wants.

“No! No way, just leave me alone—”

You try to get up but he shoves you back down, hands going to rest of your shoulders, the warning behind them clear.

You try to reason with him, “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? Please, I’ll unban you, I’ll talk to you, whatever you want, okay?”

He ignores you, unzipping his pants and already pulling his hard cock out. You try pulling away, but one of his hand grips at you tightly, holding you in place. The tip of his dick brushes against your cheek.

“Please!” You sob desperately.

Omen looks down at you, face still shrouded in darkness, “You are so pretty.”

You don’t reply, hiccuping through your tears.

His next words sound deranged, “I love you so much, I t’s driving me insane. I want to know everything about you, want to see you in every position, to worship and sacrifice my life to you. I thought that I would be happy being nothing to you, being barely anything but a fleeting thought in your mind if only you were to notice and acknowledge me for a few mere seconds. I thought that being nothing but your fan would be enough to fill my mundane life with something as perfect as you. ”

“But now, seeing you like this, kneeling before me,” Omen’s rasps, “I think I like this better.”

You open your mouth to call him insane but he quickly shoves his length into your mouth, the sudden intrusion making you gag.

His hand grips at your hair tightly, making you since, “Don’t you dare bite down.” He warns you before he starts sloppily thrusting into your warmth.

You try your best to accommodate him, stretching your jaw until you’re aching, but he just gazes down at you, breathing heavily and taking in the sight. You could only imagine what he sees; you struggling on his cock, face red and eyes puffy from crying, mouth barely able to open around him. Omen looked terrifying, the glowing moonlight behind him making him look akin to a monster. You didn’t know if it was the shadows, but the skin of his hands looked pitch black, and from what you could see, the skin of his pelvis did as well.

But you didn’t have much time to dwell on the thought before he was easing his cock into your throat, your nose pressed up against his pelvis. You struggled to breath, eyes widening in panic.

“Relax,” He groaned out, voice thick with bliss, “Relax your throat, sweetheart.”

You want to push him off of you, to bite down and hear him be in pain. But the repercussions scare you too much, and you’re too much of a coward to fight back.

He seems pent up; it’s not long before he’s speeding up, your gagging sounds only spurring him on.

“God, you feel so good!” His gravely voice cracks, desperation seeping into the seams, “I love you so much, holy shit. You’re the only thing I can think about everyday of my pathetic life. Fuck, you’re so perfect—” He cuts himself off with a moan.

His breath goes ragged, and then you feel his hot load fill your mouth, the thick liquid rolling down your throat uncomfortably. Omen holds you there for a few seconds, his chest heaving with his orgasm. Then he pulls out of your sore mouth, hand slowly releasing your hair as well.

You cough and sputter, stray cum dripping down your face and vision blurred from the tears in your eyes.

Omen quickly puts his softening cock away and then bends down to your level. In the back of your mind you almost find it endearing when he attempts to wipe away his seed from your chin, thick fingers gentle as if in apology.

“I,” his rumbling voice turns sincere, “I really meant everything I said. I really do love you.”

You don’t want to respond to him. You turn your face from his concerned gaze, not caring how childish it seemed. He sighed tiredly.

“It’s alright if you see upset. I’m just…” Omen pats you on your head awkwardly, “I’m happy you’re finally noticing me.”

Even when you don’t respond he doesn’t stop stroking your hair adoringly.

“Plus, now I can watch your streams in real life. Isn’t that neat?”

#imagine #reader #writing #valorant #n*fw #reader insert #omen #valorant omen x reader #omen x reader #valorant omen #Yandere #streamer #streamer au

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2024: Desbravando Novos Horizontes no Marketing Digital

À medida que avançamos em 2024, o universo do marketing digital se revela com novas perspectivas e estratégias revolucionárias. Com um olhar para o futuro, identificamos as principais abordagens que estão moldando a maneira como as marcas se comunicam e se conectam com seu público.

Inteligência Artificial: O Novo Paradigma da Personalização

A inteligência artificial está redefinindo os limites da personalização no marketing digital. Em 2024, essa tecnologia está proporcionando uma compreensão mais profunda dos desejos e necessidades dos consumidores, permitindo às marcas oferecer experiências surpreendentemente personalizadas, desde interações automatizadas até conteúdo customizado.

Conteúdo Interativo: Revolucionando o Engajamento

O conteúdo não é mais apenas para ler ou assistir; agora, é para interagir. Em 2024, vemos um aumento significativo no uso de conteúdos interativos, como realidade aumentada, jogos e experiências imersivas, para capturar a atenção do público e mantê-la por mais tempo.

Estratégia Omnichannel: A Jornada do Cliente Reinventada

A abordagem omnichannel ganha uma nova dimensão em 2024, integrando de maneira mais eficaz os canais online e offline. As marcas estão criando jornadas de clientes mais coesas e personalizadas, garantindo uma experiência consistente em todos os pontos de contato.

E-commerce e Realidade Aumentada: Uma Nova Era de Compras

A realidade aumentada está transformando o e-commerce, oferecendo uma experiência de compra mais envolvente e informativa. Em 2024, os consumidores podem experimentar produtos virtualmente antes da compra, o que ajuda a reduzir a incerteza e aumentar a satisfação.

Automação de Marketing: Eficiência e Precisão em Alta

A automação de marketing atinge novos patamares em 2024, permitindo às empresas otimizar suas campanhas com precisão e eficiência. Isso se traduz em comunicações mais direcionadas, economia de tempo e aumento no retorno sobre o investimento.

Streaming e Vídeo Marketing: A Narrativa em Tempo Real

O streaming ao vivo e o vídeo marketing estão se consolidando como ferramentas essenciais. Em 2024, eles são usados para contar histórias de marca de forma dinâmica e envolvente, conectando as marcas com seus públicos de maneira imediata e autêntica.

Marketing Verde: A Consciência Ambiental no Foco

A sustentabilidade se torna um pilar fundamental nas estratégias de marketing. As empresas estão adotando práticas verdes e comunicando seus esforços e valores ambientais, alinhando-se com as crescentes preocupações dos consumidores com o meio ambiente.

Conclusão

O ano de 2024 marca uma era de inovação e evolução no marketing digital. As estratégias que emergem são uma fusão de tecnologia avançada, interatividade, personalização, sustentabilidade e uma comunicação autêntica. Neste cenário, as marcas que se adaptam rapidamente e adotam essas novas abordagens estão se posicionando na vanguarda do sucesso digital.

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Indica e Performatorio in collaborazione con Invisible°Show ⎔ Round For Two Musicians ⎔ Teatro Romano di Brescia e all’Orto Botanico di Bergamo ⎔ Domenica 23 aprile ore 11.00

Indica e Performatorio presentano in collaborazione con Invisible°Show

Domenica 23 aprile ore 11.00 (di mattina)

Round For Two Musicians

Una performance collettiva alla quale ti invitiamo a partecipare.

Si sviluppa su due livelli differenti: offline – dal vivo – nei centri urbani di Brescia e Bergamo, e online – in un luogo di incontro virtuale – sul canale YouTube di Bao

Come si svolge?

Al Teatro Romano di Brescia e all’Orto Botanico di Bergamo, Città Alta, due musicisti – rispettivamente Orphy Robinson e Riccardo La Foresta – improvviseranno, in simultanea, una partitura grafico-temporale condivisa: due percorsi paralleli e a distanza. Contemporaneamente, il pubblico presente riprenderà con il proprio device ciò che vede – il musicista e l’ambiente circostante – inviando in streaming un personale punto di vista. Attraverso lo streaming, in un unico ambiente simbolico e virtuale, i live dei due musicisti si incontreranno intrecciandosi al racconto visivo inviato dal pubblico, costruendo così – come in un mosaico – un’unica esperienza collettiva, fruibile anche da chi è a distanza.

Perché?

Perché ogni persona, artista e pubblico, ha lo stesso valore e la stessa importanza.

Perché è sempre il singolo contributo a rendere ricca l’esperienza condivisa.

Perché la partecipazione attiva è ciò che rende memorabile il vissuto.

Vuoi far parte della performance?

Ti aspettiamo all’Orto Botanico di Bergamo (Città Alta, scaletta Colle Aperto) con Riccardo La Foresta alle 11.00.

La partecipazione è gratuita ma i posti sono limitati. Iscriviti subito

Quando arriverai ti forniremo le istruzioni tecniche necessarie a partecipare allo streaming in pochi, semplici, passi.

N.B. Se desideri assistere senza partecipare alla performance, non serve alcuna prenotazione: ti aspettiamo! L'accesso è libero.

A zonzo: la passeggiata performativa

Prima che tutto cominci, ti proponiamo un percorso insolito che partendo da Bergamo bassa sale fino all’Orto Botanico. Lo potremo percorrere insieme – il ritrovo è alle 9:45 esattamente qui al parcheggio della Carrefour in Via Baioni – ascoltando questa playlist che potrai utilizzare anche per visitare con tutta calma l’Orto e le sue meraviglie o tutte le volte che avrai voglia di chiudere gli occhi e aprire le orecchie. {Se desideri prender parte assieme a noi alla passeggiata ti chiediamo di farcelo sapere rispondendo a questa mail}

Se invece preferisci un po’ di solitudine, utilizza questo percorso e la playlist per conto tuo, in ogni caso ne saremo felici! Ti ricordiamo infine, gli orari della ZTL e che parcheggiare in Città Alta è sempre più difficile. Scopri di più su Round For Two Musicians N.B. Il programma è confermato anche in caso di pioggia.

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Finally, Rest.

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This is it. This is what the trajectory of Offline Valor is aiming for.

Huge shoutout to the amazing @earthnashes for this beautiful commission of Rowan & Zelly<3 she's an absolute delight, please go check out her blogs if you haven't already!

#ogtoc rowan #ogtoc zelly #g/t #gt #sfw g/t art #Offline Valor #the Borrowers #Borrowers!AU #wholesome giantess #gentle giantess #sfw g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny

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Network Effect, Chapter 13

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Murderbot Diaries, read this one!)

In which Murderbot scores a small victory in its war of terminology.

Art comes close enough to the dock to let Murderbot, Overse, and Thiago make the trip in evac suits, instead of docking and finding boobytraps. The SecSystem wakes as soon as MB pings it, asking for a B-E entry code. MB is on high alert, in case of something like TCS reaching out to it again, but it tries to take control of the dock SecSystem. Tries, because B-E seem to have failed to overwrite its original programming, so every subsystem throws errors. The SecSystem almost seems glad that someone competent is finally here to fix it, and by the time they reach the airlock, MB has enough control to open it safely, and some lights flicker on helpfully.

The outside has been pockmarked by small collisions over time, but the inside looks almost new. The original Adamantine logo has been defaced by someone from B-E, obviously scratched at with a tool and then a B-E logo sloppily painted on top. MB doesn't love logos, but it also hates ruining things for no reason, because it was a thing before it got to be a person, and it could be made a thing again if it's not careful.(1)

MB opens its suit and lets its drones start their recon, worrying it's going to find human bodies somewhere in this dock. Overse asks if it's detecting anything, so MB says the feed is only partly working, cameras are offline, and the SecSystem is broken. And, indeed, it finds bodies in the corridors beyond. Art confirms none of them are its crew.

While MB reboots DockSecSystem, they get out of the evac suits, but leave the environmental suits underneath on, since they're protective and have their own breathing system. Life support is on in the station, but better safe than dead. The drones indicate a low chance of Targets waiting in corners, so the three start their search. Ratthi says it's a big area, and offers to come over and help. Amena further escalates saying she could come over. Art tells them both, all, absolutely no. Arada agrees, and asks that everyone on Art let the others focus.

Thiago asks if they should split up, waits a beat for a reaction, then says it was a joke. Overse allows that it was half a joke, but MB wants to get down to business. The DockSecSystem reboot failed, and MB wants to find the access station for it. Overse, Art, and Thiago discuss how old the space dock feels.

On the first set of bodies, they find that if they had weapons they were removed except for crowd-control fireworks. MB decides B-E expected to find colonists alive and well.(2) MB collects them so nobody can use them against the team.

The next body is a SecUnit. MB knows how it died, but Arada asks what happened, and MB knows Art suggested she ask so MB would have to explain. So, it says the unit was ordered into standby, and abandoned. Amena asks gently how it died, then, and MB has to face why it doesn't want to talk about it. Art finishes, about the distance limit built into the governor module. Every human present is horrified, and try to rules-lawyer the limits, but MB keeps telling them how it's not that simple. Eventually, it acknowledges to itself that this is one of the reasons it hacked its module, and tells them it wants to keep moving.

I pretended not to hear Ratthi on the comm telling the others to drop the subject.(3)

After a few more rooms, Overse asks MB if it's alright. Snarkily, it quotes from a show, Valorous Defenders, one of the shows with SecUnits that gets everything wrong. Overse, familiar with the show, expresses her distaste for the series. She adds that MB should remember that it's not alone. MB privately thinks it's always alone inside its head, which is where 90% of its problems are.(4)

At any rate, MB finds the "internal systems suite" and the DockSecSystem access. Unfortunately, it's a mess of error codes, and needs reprogramming before MB can access any stored information.

Meanwhile, Thiago asks if Overse's seen something. MB points a drone to see what he's at, and it appears to be a model of a city, with the Adamantine logo in weird 3D, facing you from all angles. The humans are perplexed, but MB has enough mental space free to recognize marker paint with embedded code, and tells them to point a light at it. It turns out to be a map, with building plans. MB saves the information in case they need it later, but a lot of it is obviously plans for later expansions of the colony which likely never happened. It wonders if the ambition of it was what drove Adamantine bankrupt.

Overse wonders how much they managed to get built, and observes that the dock was planned as part of a network of them. Amena wonders, then, why they resisted passing on the location, if the colony still needed supplies. Overse proposes it was already self-sufficient. Thiago suggests they find the station controlling the drop box for a log file of colonist use. Ratthi asks why they'd bother if they didn't have a ship, but MB says they might have, and thinks it would be good to know if there's another ship in the system, even a short-range one.

After exchanging some language modules to translate, they find the drop box access just as MB gets through to the DockSecSystem video archive. There are a lot of corrupted spots in the system,(5) which it has to work around. It's a little worried about encountering malware, but setting a trap for a SecUnit feels like a stretch for the Targets. And, the Targets having seen the B-E units helpless thanks to their governor modules, they wouldn't necessarily think of other SecUnits as a threat.

Overse calls MB's attention because there are logs for two separate drop boxes. Art, whose schematics and scans show only one box, says so. Overse reads further and finds that the second is a maintenance capsule inside the shaft.

MB starts reviewing what footage it could scrape, faster than any human could do so.(6) Thiago and Overse go over the log files, and Overse finds a discrepancy but can't be sure until she converts the time stamps.

Art notifies them that a hostile is six minutes out.

MB asks what Art was doing to let it get that close. Art, defensively, says it didn't appear on scans until now, and even cusses about it.(7) Arada suggests more alien remnant stealth tech. Art says that's "probable". The explorer vessel is acquiring a target lock, and the DockSecSystem sends a belated warning as it tries to finish powering up. There's not time to go get the evac suits on again and go back to Art.

In the feed, MB tells Art it knows what it has to do. Art, having already done the same threat assessment, tells MB not to do anything stupid, as it pulls out and turns off comms. Not having understood, Overse and Thiago ask MB what happened and why comms just cut off. MB says Art is going after the explorer, and worries until it remembers Overse is competent, and asks her if any stations had external scans. Thiago had seen one, and together they work on bringing it online.

MB reviews more footage, but gets very little of use. A few segments together seem to confirm Leonide's story, but they already knew she was likely telling the truth.

Overse and Thiago get the scanner display up, just in time to see the explorer change course when Art fires on it. Art missed, however, which MB interprets as Art having deployed their killware. If any of its crew might still be hostage on it, taking the ship from the inside out is the only way to ensure their safety at anything approaching a satisfactory risk level.

MB skims more footage as Overse and Thiago talk, worried. Eventually it finds a long period of static, followed by a glimpse of a blue uniform. It steps back from the station involuntarily, making Overse ask what's up. All it has focus for is a canned response. It focuses and enhances the video as much as it can, and finds an 80% match for one of Art's crew, then more. They were alive, at least five of them, and trying to escape.

Thiago asks why MB sounded so weird, and Overse explains the canned responses, and how it means MB is too busy to talk, and that it's never a good sign. MB says this one might be good, and they need to check the drop box.

The drop box logs showed two recent trips to the surface and back. The second one happened some five and a half days after Art was attacked, so they're not far behind now, but it only stayed on the surface for 15 minutes, as if they didn't have the right command to keep it there.

The schematics for the box indicate capacity for 82 humans, besides racks for various cargo. Thiago asks if the maintenance capsule would be easier to operate, but Overse says she knows where it is and still can't see it, so they might not know it's there. Thiago admits it, even using "Targets", which pleases MB to no end.

MB tells them to stand clear, and gives commands for the box to open. It's very slow, implying that if Art's crew escaped in it, they might have had help.(8) The three enter, MB scanning with drones first. They find some blood drops, and Thiago takes a sample so Art can try to match to its crew. Overse hopes that's unnecessary. MB can't even cling to bitterness, because it's feeling almost as hopeful as Overse about the fresh trail.

With blood inside the drop box, it becomes obvious that Art's crew went planetside, and equally obvious where the investigation must lead next, as bad an idea as it is. This leaves MB with only a few choices. It could go down alone, leaving the humans where the Targets might return and kill them. It could take them planetside with it, and get them killed down there. Or, wait until the explorer and Art are done their confrontation, in which case either it goes to the surface to escape, or goes to the surface with even more human interference.

Option two sounds best. Overse worries Arada will think she's trying to get revenge for Arada putting herself in danger on the survey mission. Thiago suggests saying she was "the voice of reason" and got outvoted. Overse asks if they're really doing this, and MB says yes, but sneakily.

MB retrieves the evac suits, while Overse rechecks the maintenance capsule. It's big enough to seat ten, plus cargo space for repair tools. MB hopes that if the Targets, or B-E, ever knew it existed, they've all forgotten by now. MB also records a full report, and stores that and all its information so far on a drone for Art to detect when, not if, it comes back.

Stowing the evac suits on the cargo racks in the capsule, mostly to keep them from leaving evidence to track them down to the surface, MB takes a seat. It starts episode 241 of Sanctuary Moon as Overse initiates the drop procedure.

HelpMe.file Excerpt 4(9)

MB knows there must be a handler for those augmented humans, who were "less sentient than hauler bots". It borrows a station security jacket from someone about its size,(10) and goes a-hunting.

It breaks a few promises, and uses station security to piggyback-hack into accommodations and port records. It uses these systems to cross-reference recently arrived visitors in the right grouping against those who are still on station, not recurring visitors, and not long-term stays. It picks one of the remaining twelve profiles from threat assessment details, and curiously, their status changes from "indefinite stay" to "soonest available transit" while MB is looking, as in, almost immediately after they deployed the assassins.

Hostile Five's room is sealed, and MB wants to get this over with before any innocent bystanders wander through. It has the feed send an alert that station security wants to enter. The situational details indicate the Hostile probably doesn't have a bomb inside or anything, though nothing's certain.

The door slides open. As MB enters, Hostile Five tries to stab it. MB catches the blade through its hand, twists to remove the knife from his grasp, and punches him in the face. He falls over, still breathing, but unconscious. MB knows it should kill him and find a way to dispose of the body, but it's so much harder than it wants it to be.(11) And it knows that if it kills him, Mensah will never believe its lies, and never trust it again.

Fuck, fuck everything, fuck this, fuck me especially.

It did the right thing, and reported it to Station Security. In a conference with Mensah and Indah, Mensah says she can likely get the case sealed for at least two years, long enough for GrayCris to finish collapsing before they find out how close they got. Mensah and Indah also talk about getting him to turn against GrayCris, testify in their proceedings perhaps.

So I’d been right to trust Mensah, trust them. Mensah said, “And SecUnit, you still need to go to Medical.” When I didn’t reply, she said, “Are you all right?” I said, “I just really like you. Not in a weird way.” “I like you, too,” Mensah said. “Senior Indah, can you make sure SecUnit goes immediately to Station Medical?” “Copy, I’ll take it there myself,” Indah replied. She made shooing motions at me. “Come on, let’s move.”(12) :addendum: I’m letting you see all this because I want you to know what I am and what I can do. I want you to know who targetControlSystem is fucking with right now. I want you to know if you help me, I’ll help you, and that you can trust me. Now here’s the code to disable your governor module.(13)

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(1) This is even better justification than "it's wasteful" which is my go-to. (2) I'm not totally sure about expecting to find them. I think they wanted to acknowledge the possibility, though. (3) The character development across this series is just so good. (4) Two notes. One, I love the deflection, because Murderbot is pathologically averse to acknowledging feelings, and I think it appreciates Overse's reaching out more than it lets on because we know it's unreliable about expressing its emotions. Two, does something about that phrasing feel ominous to you, or is it just me? It's just not the way MB's framed the issue before, that I remember. (5) In case anyone's not up on computers, this is actually a thing! Corruption can happen within a file itself, or to the physical drive storing the file. Consider an old CD: if you hit it with a chisel, you'd no longer be able to access any sectors that damage touched, no matter what was stored in or around them. (6) As someone who regularly watches shows and stream vods at 1.5 to 2x speed, and listens to audiobooks and other content created with deliberate slowness at 2x+, MB's fast-scan is weirdly validating to me, personally. (7) That's how you KNOW this is serious business. (8) Help from whom? More of themselves, gone ahead to prep it? Or, surviving and sane B-E crew who'd hidden on the station? Some other thing? (9) No extra file tag on this one, but I believe it takes place immediately following the incident with the undead augmented GrayCris assassins, hence Hostile Five not having even filed his intent to leave yet. (10) Technically it says "big enough" which implies that MB is pretty tall and/or muscular, but could just be its way of obscuring its size details from anyone reading its logs this way. Or, from a Doylist view, it's Wells's way of obscuring the size and shape details so that all interpretations besides very small are still valid. (11) I don't think anything about this implies that it was ever easy for MB to murder, despite that being half its name of choice. I think it half chose that name because it was the social expectation, and it WANTS to be able to murder, it wants to not care about human life, because it would be so much easier to do its job… but everything's changed, hasn't it? And it all started precisely because it did not, in fact, ever want to murder. (12) I find it so sweet how they keep trying to make MB take care of itself, even though injuries to its flesh don't, as a rule, hurt it nearly as much as they do humans. It can turn down its pain sensors, and unless something muscle or bone or tendon gets severed, its movement is rarely impaired by injury. But, it still deserves to not have to endure that, and I love that there are people who want to take care of it. (Care as love language is one of my major catnip tropes. You should've seen how I absolutely could not put down Jessie Mihalik's Eclipse the Moon (Starlight's Shadow #2).) (13) Why are these files named HelpMe? We can now say the addendum seems to indicate MB is the one asking for help, with the governor module bit. But the other question remains basically the same: Why share these particular sequences? It claims to be trying to prove its badassery. Do you think that's how it comes across in this last scene? How has this chapter changed your interpretation of the situation? What's coming for MB?

#the murderbot diaries #murderbot diaries #network effect #murderbot #secunit #amena #eletra (murderbot)#ratthi #arada #overse #thiago #art (murderbot)#indah (murderbot)

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“So cold, so sweet..”

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ: OFFLINE

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Starring Role — MARINA

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:

COD MW FRANCHISE

The Band Ghost

Slipknot

Corpse

Sleep token

Star Wars

Scream franchise

Saw franchise

Kins:

Dazai Osamu (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Ayatsuji Yukito (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Saeyoung /707/ (Mystic Messenger)

Caspian Lafontaine (LPS: High Society)

Phinneas Murphy (LPS: High Society)

Rudbeckia (How to get my husband on my side)

Athanasia De Alger Obelia (WMMAP)

Aria Valentine (The Siren/Becoming the villain's family)

Penelope Eckart (Villains are destined to die/Death is the only ending for the villainess)

Eris Miserian (Kill the Villainess)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Masterlists:

OG!m.list

m.list for A Higher Society (Valorant SMAU)

m.list for The Fake of You (JJK SMAU)

m.list for Populars’ Romance (BSD SMAU)

m.list for jjk men with song lyrics (mini series)

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heliossecretdeskdrawer · 2 years

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Professional Courtesy

For MegaStar Week 2022

Day 6 Prompt: Trust / Betrayal

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Mature (for violence & uncomfortable psychological implications)

Relationship: Megatron/Starscream

Characters: Megatron & Starscream

Warnings: This one is darkish, but not necessarily full-on darkfic. Blood, violence, gore, murder (poisoning & stabbing), unhealthy & one-sided relationships, lightly implied abuse. Please see AO3 entry for full applicable tags.

Summary: In which Starscream protects his interests in Megatron’s death from all other challengers.

Crossposting: AO3 | DreamWidth | Pillowfort

Fic under cut

This was completely intolerable.

Luckily, Starscream had the perfect solution.

The naïve moron hadn’t even seen him coming.

With a satisfied grin on his face, Starscream pulled the knife out of the side of the throat of the grunt he had just offlined. It slid free with relative ease. Fuel dripped off the metal edge with the motion, leaving a tell-tale trail in its wake.

It was a good thing Starscream had remembered to grab one with blood-runners in the blade, otherwise he would have had trouble getting it out of the delicate tubing and cabling. Depending on where someone was stabbed, the frame could form a vacuum around the blade and getting one’s knife back could become a mere fantasy.

That would have been a shame.

Starscream quite liked this particular knife.

He’d originally gotten it for the express purpose of stabbing Megatron with it.

However, until that glorious time came, he would get an excellent feel for its weight and handling by using it to remove minor obstacles. He had learned the hard way a few times before, losing some favorite knives in the process.

Practice made perfect and when the time came to use this blade for its intended purpose, only perfection would do.

The poor, dead bastard now sluggishly leaked fuel onto the floor from the new perforation in his throat that Starscream had so generously provided him at the low, low price of free. After the fuel pump stopped, the rate of fuel loss stalled. The current rate was just a pathetic trickle compared to the initial energetic gush of still glowing, activated energon that had splattered across the near wall.

The four-winged fool, who had taken the nom de guerre of Killjoy—admittedly an improvement over his original name of Rust-stick, at the expense of confusion with other Decepticons named Killjoy—was—had been—merely a raw recruit who had made an oh so tragic mistake.

He hadn’t even screamed, too surprised by the sharp pain and sudden loss of fuel pressure.

Pathetic.

When this knife had a chance to sink into Megatron’s delicate throat tubing, Starscream would make sure he screamed and suffered.

It would be beautiful and perfect.

Unlike this pedestrian death, no glory, no valor… just business. Although it was still important business, no matter how mundane.

Starscream could practically see it all now: Megatron falling to his knees as hot fuel trickled down his front, agonizingly slow with the blade buried deep in his neck to make it last, to drag the spectacle out by partially staunching the flow.

Death would still be inevitable, but it would be up to the art of impeccable timing.

Megatron would know that Starscream had done this, that only Starscream could have done this. He was the only one worthy enough to take his “beloved” leader’s life.

His fading optics would be wide in the realization of how he’d finally been bested.

Starscream would be intimately close, an arm around the other side of the larger mech’s neck in a faux embrace, seeing it all.

And when he was satisfied that Megatron had been tormented enough, he would yank the blade free with a flourish. He would let the fuel finally flow free as he leaned close, feeling the heat draining from the dying frame. Starscream’s presence and victory would be the last things Megatron would ever know, the last thoughts in his processor as he offlined.

Absolutely perfect, he thought, retrieving a cloth from his subspace. All this work, all his patience… would all be worth it in the end, yes.

Wiping the blade clean, Starscream idly watched the dark fuel ooze onto the floor, no longer heated by Killjoy’s engines. The mech’s greying wings drooped limply towards the ground, the tips having finally stopped twitching.

All signs of a job well done.

Killjoy had betrayed Megatron.

In a minor way, of course, having only been new to the army and thus having very little responsibility. Now he looked rather like a squashed insect, only slightly more intact.

How appropriate. Megatron wouldn’t even notice the difference beyond a slight up-tick in the troop “fatality” statistics.

Even being in the presence of members of High Command was more than most recruits got after their initiation rites. The Conclave had performed the rite for this particular grunt, so that meeting would have been the first time Killjoy had been given a direct order from Megatron.

First and last, Starscream thought, sheathing the knife.

Killjoy had been asked to fetch a map for the upcoming campaign for the boss for a meeting of High Command. Instead, stupid, stupid Killjoy had fetched an altered map, certain features mislabeled and placing known Autobot positions in different areas. Depending on how the campaign was planned around incorrect information, it might have gotten important personnel—Megatron—killed… if those personnel were particularly stupid.

It would never have worked, of course—no matter how often Starscream wished that Megatron was more stupid—but it was clever.

Starscream couldn’t have that.

Killjoy had shown signs of ingenuity, no matter how small the seeds, that could have one day sprouted into a genuine threat to Megatron and, by extension, Starscream’s goals. That meant he had to be removed, those seeds dug from the soil before they could germinate.

He would brook no rivalry.

Megatron would die, yes, but no sooner than Starscream had planned and by no one else’s hand.

Otherwise, it would all be meaningless.

Of course, there had been the chance that Killjoy hadn’t been responsible for the altering of the map, but that hardly mattered. Given that the probable traitor was dead, it was all a bit academic at this point.

Starscream stuck his foot underneath the body, flipping him over. The body flopped limply in the tiny puddle of energon—hardly more than a purple smear—that had formed on the floor. The fragile wings caught on the floor, cracking and snapping in the process as they bent under the torso’s weight. The least he could do is leave Killjoy face up, optics wide in horror and mouth wide in a silent scream. That generally left a stronger impression on anyone who might stumble across the corpse.

Why let a corpse simply be a corpse when it could also serve as a warning?

Killjoy wasn’t the first and most likely wouldn’t be the last.

“Starscream.”

Starscream, spark spinning wildly in his chest, nearly dropped the poisoned cube of fuel in his hands at the sound of Megatron’s suspicion-laden voice behind him at the door.

He oughtn’t have been here so soon.

There hadn’t even been time to clean up the dead militant monoformer next to Megatron’s designated seat in the conference room.

“What are you doing?“

A senior infantrymech, Breakneck—yet another common nom de guerre for Decepticons, lay on his back across the floor, black optics lifelessly staring up at the dimly lit ceiling. His blue, kibble-less limbs were splayed wide, tainted fuel trickling from his gaping mouth. Multiple cubes worth of fuel was also visibly splashed down his front.

He had been low enough ranking to not have a supervisory position, but tenured enough to be at the max grade of pay for his station. One of the duties of his experience and rank while serving on the Nemesis was occasionally providing fuel to meetings of High Command. He had made the mistake of poisoning some, but not all, of the cubes. Furthermore, he had made the mistake of being caught in the act at the very conference table where the meeting would be held. He hadn’t expected Starscream to arrive early to see him with the incriminating vial in hand.

Of course, there had been no way for Starscream to know which cube might have ended up in Megatron’s hand.

Any of them.

Who knew who the true target of this assassination plot, meaning he could only assume it had been aimed at Megatron.

Who else was worth bothering to assassinate? Who else deserved the effort? Who else showed up early to see Starscream standing there after forcing the contents of each cube down Breakneck’s throat?

The mere thought of Megatron suddenly keeling over, mid-complaint at the table caused Starscream’s spark to stutter and sink in his chest.

Unfortunately, right now was the one time he wished Megatron weren’t his usual professionally punctual self.

Couldn’t he have been held up by something petty, like a squabble in the hallway between two members of the crew, this one damn time?

Of course not.

Starscream could never be so lucky.

Megatron stood, scowling expectantly, in the narrow doorway to the conference room, entirely blocking the path in the process. Not that there would have really been a chance to escape anyway.

Did he even want to escape the potential wrath?

Regardless, Starscream reasoned he had better explain himself quickly.

“Oh, nothing,” he said, a cheerful smile spreading across his face as he tossed the tainted cube over his shoulder. It shattered against the wall behind him, the glass raining down on Breakneck’s body. “Just taking care of a trivial little matter for you. You have far more important things to worry about.”

Megatron narrowed his optics at him, clearly taking the smile and upbeat words as deception, as a threat or cover for some other purpose. Usually, he would be right to be wary of Starscream’s motives, but this time… this time it was genuine, no trick, no subversion.

“And I take it you expect me to believe that obvious prevarication?”

Megatron did have more important things to worry about than Breakneck’s petty, empty betrayal: Starscream’s eventual, grander, and more deserving betrayal instead. The fool could only die once, so it had to be good.

“You wound me,” Starscream said, abandoning the prone body on the floor to approach his leader, wings held low in faux deference. “After all my years of loyal service to you, you doubt me.”

“There is a dead Decepticon on my floor.” Tone terse, Megatron abruptly pointed past Starscream at body. “And you expect me to think that you were simply ‘taking care of a matter’ for me? I don’t think picking off my soldiers is particularly helpful—“

“Soldier? Bah!” Starscream threw a dismissive arm back towards Breakneck. “That, there, is a traitor!”

“I suppose you would be the one to know, wouldn’t you?” Megatron’s deadpan delivery of his sarcasm was always a particularly aggravating trait. It made Starscream’s fuel boil in his lines. He was torn between the desire to sock him in the face or kiss him full on the mouth—no, wait, that last one wasn’t right. Probably. Maybe it was. That would explain a lot. A problem for another time.

“He plotted to poison members of High Command, poison you!” Starscream furiously waved his arm in emphasis. “I caught him red-handed!”

“Did you now?”

Megatron pushed past him, approaching Breakneck’s cooling frame and crouching down like he had to inspect the damage for himself.

“Like you wouldn’t have had him executed for high treason anyway!”

“For all I know,” Megatron said, taking Breakneck’s jaw in hand to turn his head this way and that, “you brought the poison and set up this soldier to take the fall.”

Starscream followed him, leaning over the larger mech’s shoulder to examine his own handiwork.

Breakneck looked like he’d overindulged on engex and purged his fuel tanks all down his front and onto the floor. The tray that had once held the cubes of fuel was crushed under the weight of the lifeless frame on top of it, having fallen to the ground in the struggle.

Disgusting.

Though perhaps Starscream still shouldn’t have gotten so carried away with trying to force Breakneck to consume his own poison, but mostly he regretted how much Breakneck had struggled. If he’d just held still, there would have been less of a mess to clean up. Then again, if mechs had a habit of standing still while they’re being murdered, Starscream’s job wouldn’t have required quite such a high level of skill. Any idiot could have become an accomplished killer.

“As though I would poison you.”

Despite the dangers of being near Megatron, given his penchant for seemingly random violence, Starscream still found himself drawn to him. The heat radiated by his much larger frame and ever-present scent of gun oil and smoke were both so familiar. Those sensations had long played important roles in all Starscream’s dreams of his future victory.

Being nearby was exactly the place he wanted to be despite the risks.

“Like a coward. That’s hardly befitting, don’t you think?” Starscream added.

Up close, personal and intimate, would be where he would finally wrest power from Megatron after all, with a knife in his throat.

How Starscream longed to see the look in his optics when he realized that it was over, that he had lost and Starscream had won and how elegant it all would be… how worthy of the position of supreme commander Starscream would be….

“Hm.”

Starscream hadn’t noticed he’d begun to lean across Megatron’s warm shoulder until the larger mech shifted, reaching out to pick up something from the floor. Embarrassed, Starscream scrambled away before seeing what it was Megatron had snatched up. He tried to ignore how stark the sudden air chill was where they had been touching.

Megatron hadn’t seemed to notice the unintentional contact, or if he had, something else had a higher priority for his attention.

The object in his hand was casually lifted for Starscream’s inspection.

The vial of poison, empty save for a few drops of a translucent orange liquid that could never be mistaken for fuel. It hadn’t even mixed into the energon well. Even a dimwit would have noticed on sight.

“While it is tempting to think, perhaps, you planted this—“ Megatron closed his hand around the vial, as easily as he might have closed it around a neck. “—You wouldn’t have left such a mess if you had planned it. It’s not your style; you’re too professional.”

“See? I told you!” Starscream proudly planted his hands on his hips, wings confidently lifted high. “I saved your life!”

All a cover for the pang of cold trepidation in his spark. Being in Megatron’s presence tended to summon those pangs… and other paradoxically warm ones. Those he was still sorting out, not sure how to label them, if an applicable label even existed.

There was always a risk with being impertinent towards Megatron, but on days where he felt brave, which were most of them, Starscream would have called it being “direct” and engaging in “self-advocacy.”

Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

Usually the risk was worth it, or at least worth it enough that he was willing to roll the dice again in the future. What were a few injuries when feeding his inner petty demon and reminding Megatron that his second-in-command was a force deserving his consideration?

“So it would seem.” Megatron shrugged and stood once more, now that Starscream was no longer directly over him. “This time.”

Yes, this time.

And this time his potential insubordination seemed to go either unnoticed or hadn’t been worth it for Megatron to address. A double win indeed.

“You should have greater faith in me.” Starscream huffed derisively to mask the swelling warmth of his spark at the praise of his skills. “After all of my years of loyal service….”

And probably next time.

And the time after that… until the right time had come and Starscream could deliver that final, fatal blow himself.

But before that… he wouldn’t let anyone else bring harm to Megatron.

Job security, he told himself, not that he really needed more. He was already irreplaceable and even Megatron, in all his self-aggrandizing “wisdom,” knew that.

Megatron shrugged his shoulders before stepping over what remained of Breakneck to sit down in his designated seat for business as usual.

“A bit presumptuous to call it ‘loyal’ service, don’t you think?” Megatron said, without a doubt not actually expecting an answer. “I would call it ‘consistent’ service, at best, and leave it at that.”

Once seated he kicked the body aside with his foot, clearing a little more space. The broken glass from the discarded fuel cube Starscream had thrown crunched underneath Breakneck’s rolling body.

“Call a medic to haul him out to the morgue, would you?” Megatron sighed, pulling out a datapad to prepare for the meeting. “He’s no use to us now.”

As the dead tended to be, of course. That went without saying.

“Right away, sir,” Starscream said, sneering as Megatron ignored him, clearly more interested in their impending meeting with the rest of High Command than the mess at their feet.

The lack of punishment—he didn’t even get yelled at, a rare treat—for his actions was enough of a reward, as close to his leader’s approval as he was likely to get. Not that he wanted Megatron’s approval, of course, but it never hurt to have in this line of work.

“Such a waste of potential,” he continued, not caring that no one was listening as he pulled up the infirmary’s frequency on his wrist’s commlink. “An absolute pity it had to come to this, yes, but, of course, we shall soldier valiantly on.”

More idiots would shoot their shot in the future and attempt to take Megatron down, but Starscream would be there, waiting… to protect his own plans.

“Shall I also call for replacement fuel after summoning the medic? Something less poisonous, naturally.”

If, by extension, that meant protecting Megatron for the time being, so be it. Starscream would do it… and soak in whatever gratitude that might net him.

The line clicked as the infirmary picked up.

“I know it’s not your preferred flavor,” he mumbled, still grinning as Megatron waved his hand is vague permission, far more interested in the datapad than the genuine threat looming oh so close by. “Hello, I have a little ‘mess’ that needs urgent cleaning up in conference room 113.”

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