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thedarkestnight-if · 2 years

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The Blood of our Fallen will stain the future of your Pack.

It will scorch the one you need to save you. Tearing away the very essence of what connects you to Selene.

For we will be avenged…

This… I swear.

It had been a threat, a promise, that had darkened the life of your Pack for years, but when nothing came of it the worry faded away. It became nothing more than a myth, a legend, to scare unruly pups at night.

After all, who could imagine a werewolf without their lupine spirit? It was inconceivable.

Until the promise became all too real for you, on the eve of your 25th birthday, when you couldn’t shift during your Ceremony; an event that would destine you to become the next Alpha of your Pack.

Sending you on a journey that you never imagined yourself being part of. Will you be able to find the answers to your Curse?

Or will everything end in bloodshed like it had all those years before?

This story is rated 18+ (Mature) so please interact with this story at your own discretion. As it depicts various things such as blood, violence, mentions of past torture, sexual themes, profanity, blood feuds, alcohol consumption, darker themes, and more will be added as the story continues.

This story is mainly a romance one with adventure/action/fantasy strewn in.

DEMO (TBA)

Play as a Werewolf!MC that doesn’t have the ability to shift, but has been able to keep some things that make them lupine in nature. Like agility, speed, and strength. Even if those abilities are waning by the day.

Customizable MC: name, gender, sexuality, appearance, and a smattering of other things.

Meet interesting characters as you hunt down the answers to your Curse. Will you be able to succeed?

Have visions of a Goddess.

Hopefully stop another war from erupting.

Romance 1 of 4 options. From your protective best friend to the abrasive mage.

Remember to have fun!

Apollo — M, 25 Years Old, Scorpio.

A lone wolf that you come across— along with his sister— within the forest that you know that you’d get lost in. A place, commonly referred to as The Outlands, that not many have returned from. With a warm smile, gentle heart, and calm demeanor, Apollo is the polar opposite to his sister. Though he does listen to whatever she commands of him. Will you be able to find something more with the lone wolf?

Appearance: Apollo stands at around 6’5” with crystalline green eyes— with streaks of gold strewn throughout. Dark brown hair, with highlights of gold, falls across his forehead in loose curls that his sister always ruffles. His tanned skin causes the brightness of his smile, and the sparkle within his eyes, to stand out that much more. He has a muscular body of a seasoned warrior.

Lupine Appearance: His appearance is similar to that of a gigantic wolf. Dark brown fur, with golden highlights, cause the crystalline green of his eyes to shine that much more. With a muscular physique his lupine form definitely doesn’t look like one you’d want to contend with.

Personality: He’s a warm hearted individual that only wants the best for everyone. He isn’t as jaded as his older sister— probably because he doesn’t remember as much as her— but he’d do absolutely anything for her. He’s more than happy to help you on your journey.

Artemis — F, 28 Years Old, Capricorn.

The other lone wolf that you meet that isn’t as friendly as her darling brother. With an icy glare, aloof disposition, and inability to trust you at first, she’s definitely not going to be an easy person to get close too, but you know that she and her brother know the forests you have to traverse better than anyone. Will you ever be able to heal the scars that have left cracks in her heart?

Appearance: Artemis stands at around 6’3” with crystalline blue eyes— with streaks of silver strewn throughout. Her golden white hair falls to the small of her back in a cascade of soft curls and waves. Her fair skin, only slightly tanned by the sun, was completely unblemished despite the hard life she has seemingly led. Her muscular body still held a lithe air that makes her more agile than her brother.

Lupine Appearance: Her appearance is similar to that of a gigantic wolf. Shimmering golden white fur is offset by the brilliance of her crystalline blue eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a wolf as quick/agile as her.

Personality: She’s aloof towards you. While not being necessarily unkind, she’s definitely not what you’d consider welcoming. Her ire only seems to soften for her brother, which brings out the gentle heart that’s been hurt too much.

Grayson/Grace — M/F, 26 Years Old, Leo.

Your best friend in the entire world. You’ve known them since you were both Pups, when you had gotten pushed into a mud puddle and they went off on the much older boy that had done it. You’ve never met anyone as noble and gallant as G. They take their training as a Guard to the Royal Family seriously, which makes them even more protective of you. It wasn’t a surprise when they were the first person to volunteer after your quest was made known.

Appearance: They stand at around 6’1” with expressive hazel eyes: the most brilliant shades of greens melding with shimmering gold. Light brown skin cause the loose onyx black curls to stand out that much more. They have an athletic body from years of training.

Lupine Appearance: They’re lupine form is a massive bipedal beast— that’s common among the Guard. Onyx black fur, that’s thick and coarse to not allow easy penetration, is only offset by the gentleness of their sparkling hazel eyes.

Personality: They’re a very kind and generous person to those that they trust. No one being above you in that regard (and their little siblings). They just want what’s best for everyone in the pack and will make sure that happens. No matter the cost. They do not get along with Noah/Nora.

Noah/Nora — M/F, 27 Years Old, Cancer.

A member of the very Clan that your Pack had gone to war with so long ago. The very Creators of the Curse that now plagues you. With bad blood going back centuries, you aren’t sure if they’ll help you, but it seems like their Elders have something else in mind. Causing you to have a very put out, and sarcastic, mage along for the ride as you journey on to find out what was wrong with you. Will you ever be able to get passed the prickly exterior of theirs? Or will bad blood always stay that way?

Appearance: They stand at around 5’11” with midnight black hair. Silvery gold eyes— like the sun and moon meeting— causes the warm bronze tone of their skin to stand out that much more. You’ve never seen them smile, at least when it’s directed at you, but you’re certain it’d make their eyes brighten that much more. They have a slenderly lithe body.

Feline Appearance: You’ve only heard tales about their Clans abilities, but to see the giant cat that stood before you? Reminiscent of large panther, midnight black fur allows them to blend into any shadow. Only their golden-silver eyes shimmering within the expanse of darkness gives them away.

Personality: Noah/Nora is fairly brash/abrasive when it comes to you. They won’t hold back, no matter if it hurts your feelings, and they’ll definitely make it known that they wish they didn’t have to be part of this adventure. If you end up getting closer to them? Maybe you’ll start to see the gentle side of them come out more and more.

ART BREEDER PORTRAITS

#the darkest night #concept at the moment #to see how you all would like #but I have the first part for the demo already typed up #interactive fiction #interactive novel #my third game #werewolf

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mollysolo · 2 years

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ive been crying for the past 2 hours because of y'know and can i just request an eddie ff where reader wakes up from a nightmare about eddie and eddie just comforts them. thank you🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

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Pairing: Eddie Munson X gn!Reader

Summary: Eddie comforts you after a particularly bad nightmare.

Warnings: Season 4 Volume 2 spoilers, mentions of blood, death and crying

Word Count: 1k

a/n: for the purpose of this one shot, the readers nightmare will be what happened to eddie in the finale but slightly different. also, feel free to continue to send requests for eddie and the italicized section is the readers nightmare.

“Eddie! No!” you screamed from the doorway of his trailer as you watched him go towards the giant cluster of demobats just ahead, his weapons in hand.

And even though he had heard your desperate screams, he still didn’t stop walking towards the shrieking bats. They flew at him in a almost light speed like pattern once they had spotted him.

At first, he was able to fight them off. But after a few minutes, it became harder and you could tell that Vecna was going to kill Eddie with these bats.

You felt as though your feet were frozen in place as you had to watch the bats start to kill your sweet boyfriend. And once he had dropped to the ground below him, you were finally able to move and you sprinted over to him right away.

There were tears flowing down your cheeks and quick breaths exiting your lips as you reached him. His face was covered in blood and he was clearly in pain, but he was still smiling up at you.

Your knees crashed to the ground and you began to hold Eddie in your arms as he took his last breaths. And once he did, you sobbed and shrieked into the red stormy sky above you, your tears dripping down onto his pale face.

You weren’t able to save him, you were too late and that broke your heart.

“(y/n).” Eddie quietly repeated a few more times as he softly shook your shoulders in an attempt to wake you up.

He had woken up just a few minutes ago as he had felt your arms leave his body and he heard whimpers leave your mouth. He could tell right away by the look on your face that you were in the midst of a pretty bad nightmare.

You awoke just moments later with a gasp, quick breaths still escaping your lips. And the second you saw Eddie sitting next to you, you immediately took him into your arms and buried your face into his chest.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re safe. Nothings gonna hurt you, I promise.” he murmured into your ear as he wrapped his own arms around your body.

Once your breathing had returned to its normal pace just a few minutes later, Eddie slowly pulled away from the tight grip you had on him and began to gently hold your face in his hands.

He looked directly into your eyes, his eyebrows a bit furrowed as he started to talk, “Do you wanna talk about it?” he gently asked you, his thumb lightly stroking your tear-stained cheek.

You nodded within his hands then let your eyes finally meet his, “We were in the upside down together and you had started to go towards a bunch of demobats instead of the portal,” you paused for a second and let out a quiet sob, it was so hard for you to relive what happened even though it wasn’t even real, “I screamed for you to come back, but you didn’t listen. You tried to fight off the bats yourself but they eventually began to choke you and rip away parts of your flesh.” you answered, taking another moment to let yourself cry.

He softly rubbed your back with his left hand and whispered words of reassurance to you whenever you stopped talking, “You’re okay, sweetheart.” he had said, now softly resting his forehead against yours.

You took a deep breath before you continued to tell Eddie what had happened, “I couldn’t move, I couldn’t save you, I had to watch them slowly kill you. And when I could finally move, it was already too late and you died in my arms.” you said, finishing up your story.

The moment you had finished talking, Eddie pressed a quick kiss to your lips then put you on his lap and took you back into his arms. He swayed the two of you together for a few minutes in an effort to get your tears to stop.

“Please, please, don’t leave me, Eddie. I can’t afford to loose you.” you mumbled through your tears and against his shoulder.

“You won’t loose me, my love. I’ll be by your side for as long you’ll let me and I promise that I won’t try to play hero.” he told you as he slowly stroked your hair.

You nodded into him, causing him to speak to you in such a comforting manner once more, still swaying your bodies together.

“I love you, more than anything else and I don’t plan on ever leaving your side until we’re really old, wrinkly and we both have grey hair.” he told you, earning a soft chuckle from you in return.

“I love you too, Eddie.” you told him, your voice still slightly muffed because of his shoulder, making him smile.

“We’ll be okay. You don’t have to worry anymore. Okay?” he told you while he began to pull away once more.

“Okay.” you replied as you gazed up into his warm and comforting eyes, a subtle frown still on your face.

His hands then started to hold your face again, “Let’s go back to sleep. I’ll be here the whole time if you ever need anything.” he made known to you.

You nodded and thought about his offer for a few seconds, “Can we actually just cuddle for a little while? I don’t want to go back to sleep yet.” you told him, a subtle smile now replacing the frown that was once there.

“Sure, baby.” he replied with a grin.

Eddie then got settled back into his side of the bed and opened his arms for you, you wasted no time and crawled over into his arms in a blink of an eye.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and tightly held you against his chest. You rested your ear on his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat calm you down even more.

Once you had gotten comfortable, Eddie pressed a few kisses to the top of your head as well as your forehead. He then remained quiet as he had noticed that his heartbeat had started to peacefully lull you back to sleep.

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hearts4keene · 2 months

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tell me we weren't just friends? || robby keene

masterlist!!

summary: getting with the one person robby didn't like would surely cause an argument, and it did, but the words he would say would never be one's you'd expect.

parings: semi you and hawk, semi you and robby (it's confusing)

warnings: angst, robby with such teenage girl feelings, takes place beginning of season 4 when hawk leaves cobra kai, fighting, very laurie and jo coded

wc: 941

a/n: i hate this and i wish i never finished this but wtv 😍😍

robby hardly ever used instagram. he never knew why he felt so drawn to use it that morning. he could never grasp how a stupid app could ruin your life. the only thing he could comprehend was the fact the girl he had been in love with since he was working for daniel larusso, was dating his enemy.

he had opened instagram that morning, something he never really did. he never used it partially because he found it a waste of time and partially because he spent all of his time at the dojo. he paused when he saw y/n had posted on her story. he always enjoyed seeing what she had to say. he admired how she could say whatever was on her mind and feel comfortable about it.

his face dropped when he saw her and a certain red haired guy. he wouldn't have minded it that much if her lips weren't pressed on his cheek. he felt upset, angry even. but worst of all, he couldn't help but still love her.

he made sure to get as much anger out as he could while at practice. "jeez, keene. what's got you so worked up?" tory watched as he aggressively punched and kicked the practice boards she was holding. robby stepped back, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. "it's stupid." tory set the boards down gently. "i'll listen, dude. i'm sure it's not stupid."

robby took a deep breath. "that fucking traitors dating y/n now." tory's face dropped. she knew robby had been in love with her for a while. "that explains a lot." tory scoffed. robby furrowed his eyebrows, obviously confused by what she meant. "first, y/n stops showing up to practice, then when we see her at the mall she completely avoids us." tory threw her hands down.

robby nodded his head, agreeing with her. "keene, nichols. get back to work." kreese yelled from the back office. tory picked the boards back up, letting robby continue to punch and kick at them. "you down to go to stingray's after?" tory asked him. robby shrugged his shoulders. "could be fun." he agreed to go, as long as y/n wasn't invited, not like she would show anyways.

"i just don't get what she sees in him." robby replayed y/n's story where her and hawk were kissing. "dude, you just gotta move on. y/n was a bitch anyways." kyler took a handful of popcorn, shoving it in his mouth. robby shook his head. "maybe you should just talk to her?" tory suggested, sitting on the edge of the couch. robby thought about it. that wasn't a bad idea. he opened his messages with y/n.

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keene 🕺

y/n. i need to talk to u.

can u please meet me

at the dojo in 5?

n/n 🎀

ig. omw.

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robby sighed. "i gotta go." he stood up quickly, searching the counter for tory's keys. "good luck, keene." tory took his spot on the couch. robby nodded, walking out the door and towards tory's car. he was practically speeding towards the dojo. he didn't have time to think about what he would say. he just needed to tell her.

y/n was already standing outside of the dojo. she looked impatient and unimpressed by his sudden need to see her. "y/n." robby's face lit up when he got out of his car. he closed the car door, walking towards her. "make it quick, keene." y/n crossed her arms over her chest.

robby took a deep breath. "why are you with him?" he looked down at his feet. y/n scoffed. "is this seriously what you wanted to talk about? me being with hawk?" robby's face hardened a little. "yeah. it is. i mean, you hated him not even a month ago?" robby used the same tone she had used with him.

y/n rolled her eyes at him. "he's changed." it was her turn to pause. "robby, tell me the truth. why are you so mad at me dating hawk?" robby swallowed hard, pushing the lump in his throat away. it was all about to come up, and he wouldn't stop it. "y/n, i've loved you for so long now. i thought you knew." robby raised his voice.

y/n blinked her eyes for a second. "how the fuck was i supposed to know, robby? you never told me." she yelled back at him. "be real for a second, y/n. how did you not fucking know? friends don't act like that." robby was yelling at this point. he felt like he was at an all time low. he saw his dad in him and that broke him. tears stung at his eyes.

y/n took a breath, trying to calm down. "robby, i had no idea you even liked me, let alone loved me." "love." robby muttered. y/n looked at him confused. "what did you say?" robby let a tear roll down his cheek. "love. you said loved. i still love you. i could never love anyone else." he wiped the one tear he let fall from his eye.

robby walked towards tory's car despite y/n's yells for him to wait. he couldn't stand to see her. he wanted anything but to be in love with her. she was too good for him and he knew it. he reversed tory's car, driving back to kyler's. y/n didn't know why she started crying, but she did. this entire time he loved her back?

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n/n 🎀

i ended things with hawk.

i love you, i'm sorry.

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#robby keene x reader #robby keene #hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #cobra kai #samantha larusso #daniel larusso #demetri alexopoulos #tory nichols #kyler park #kenny payne #anthony larusso #miguel diaz #johnny lawrence #moon cobra kai

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nothannuh · 2 years

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your stupid nerd stuff

pairing; steve harrington x fem!reader [wc 1.8k]

warnings; steve is mean to you in one part... but only for a little bit, swearing, friends to lovers, fluff, pet names (stevie, bub), not edited :), mention of hellfire but no other season 4 stuff

“oh, before we go in i should tell you something.”

you and steve were waiting in his car outside the diner. he had asked you if you wanted to hang out with him after school. you agreed of course. steve was your best friend.

“what’s up?”

“i’m also meeting a girl here. linda, you know her.”

“oh. why’d you ask me to come then?” you laughed, but it didn’t reach your eyes. steve didn’t notice.

he shrugged. “i thought you guys could become friends. i really think she might be the one.”

you rolled your eyes. “every girl is ‘the one’, steve.”

“i can drop you off at your place if you don’t wanna go in with me, i don’t mind.”

“no, i’m alright. i’ll be civil, i swear.” your parents weren’t home, meaning the house would be painfully silent. it was no fun, and you liked hanging out with steve. you could just ignore the girl, it would be easy.

as you walked in, you immediately saw linda. her blonde hair was permed, and poofed up higher than steves. you had to stifle a laugh.

steve led you to the table, hand on the small of your back. it was a normal gesture, but it always made your heart speed up. he sat with linda, leaving you to the other side, alone.

“hi, stevie!” linda exclaimed, getting out of her seat to hug him. “and you.”

“y/n.” you say, paying no mind to the fact that she used your nickname for him.

“right. how was your day, steve?”

steve smiled, “good, actually. just hung around with the kids today. how was your day?”

“the kids! i forgot you babysat. that’s so sweet of you!” if you looked closer, linda probably had hearts in her eyes. “i hung around with my girlfriends. you should come to one of our nights, y/n!” her enthusiasm was clearly fake. you and steve both knew that he didn’t babysit the kids, you were all good friends.

“oh, i don’t know. doesn’t really sound like my thing.” you gave a smile, as to say ‘i’m sorry’.

“then what is your thing?” she was moving closer to steve, most likely placing her hand on his thigh. you almost gagged.

“i play dungeons and dragons with the kids.” you knew she was playing dumb. her and her friend group had always picked on you and hellfire. steve didn’t know about her picking on you and the kids.

“oh right! that’s so funny!” you have her a puzzled look. “oh, y’know, because hellfire’s a cult.”

“hellfire is not a cult, linda.” you said sternly.

you turned to steve, hoping he would say something, especially because dustin, mike, and lucas were in the club. he just looked away.

“whatever you say, it is very strange how you guys play a kids game, though.” she scoffed. she had a look on her face that said, why is this strange girl in a cult club even in the same booth as us?

you two were not getting along well.

“hi there, are you guys ready to order yet?” the waitress cut the awkward silence.

steve and linda ordered. “i’m not hungry.” you said once the waitress turned to you.

linda has gotten a milkshake for her and steve to share. the thought of it almost made you throw up.

steve knew you were hungry because he heard your stomach growl on the way over. still, he didn’t say anything. he didn’t pay any attention to you. his eyes only on linda and her big hair and chunky bracelets. they would jingle every time she moved her hands, which was a lot.

it was weird to see steve so invested in what she was saying. she didn’t like movies, she didn’t like the music you two listened to, and she loved to party. steve wasn’t much of a partier anymore, and for good reason. last party he went to, things didn’t end well.

if it was just you guys, you and steve would’ve talked about the most recent hellfire campaign and how dustin nearly fucked it all up for the group. you wished it was just you and him.

you were silent for most of the time, obviously a third wheel. you focused on the music playing in the back, someone putting coins in to replay a certain song over and over again. before you knew it, they were ready to leave.

“y/n, we’re leaving. taking linda home, too.”

linda was already out the door. “i think i’m just going to walk home.”

“what? it’s freezing out, i’m not letting you walk home.”

“i live a couple blocks away, i can make it. plus, i just need some fresh air right now. i feel sick.” you said. not sick as in ‘i’ve caught a cold and have a stuffy nose’, but as in ‘i feel so annoying and awful and just need alone time’.

steve wouldn’t budge. “no, i’ll take you and linda home and we can go back to my place and watch a movie. i’ve had your favorite hiding in my closet. i stole from family video for you.”

you almost broke down at the last sentence. “no, steve. you can go party with linda or whatever she likes to do. i’ll just walk home.”

“hey, y/n-” he started, but you were already out of the door.

linda was sitting on the hood of his car, fixing her lipstick and checking she looked good in her little handheld mirror. “y/n.”

you turned to look at her. “what?”

“i don’t know why steve likes you, you’re clearly a freak.” she teased in a low voice so steve wouldn’t hear. he was far behind you, having left the diner a little bit after you.

it was cold. you turned, your face directly in the breeze. “thanks.” you said simply.

walking farther away from the diner, you heard linda yell for steve, using your nickname for him. it made you so unbelievably angry.

it’s just a couple blocks, you told yourself. i can make it, i won’t freeze and die.

though, you wondered if steve would even care if you froze to death, or if he would be too infatuated with linda to notice.

your face was frozen, and your nose was probably going to fall off soon. you hadn’t even noticed the tears falling from your eyes. you hated crying, and you hated that steve had made you cry.

after years of friendship, he never noticed the way you looked at him. he never noticed how you would drop everything and help him if he needed. the thing that sucked the most about it, the kids knew. they all wanted you to admit your feelings for him. although they always said he felt the same, you knew he didn’t. the way he looked at you screamed,_ this is my friend and my friend only._

it hurt, the fact that he loved you in a different way than you loved him.

upon reaching your house, the lights were off and there was no car in the garage. you were home alone, once again. usually if you were home alone, steve would come rushing over with food and a movie. he knew what it was like to be alone for hours on end. it was not fun.

unlocking the door, you sighed and flopped onto the couch. it was warm and cozy. you wished steve was here.

you didn’t stop crying until you fell asleep.

when you woke up, your face was puffy and swollen. “i hate crying.” you mumbled.

what you didn’t expect was a knock on your door. according to the clock on the wall, it was 7 am. no one in your group would be up this early on their own accord.

opening the door, you were greeted with dustin. he would definitely not be up this early unless something was wrong. “dustin? why are you here so early?”

he was out of breath. “it’s steve, something happened! you need to come quick.”

you looked behind him, seeing he brought two bikes with him. “oh my god, okay, give me a second.”

you put on your shoes, dustin grabbing your hand to pull you towards the bike. you rode to steve’s house as fast as you could, thinking the worst had happened to him.

“i’ll wait out here, he just really needs you right now.” dustin explained, leaning the bike on the kickstand.

you almost laughed at the thought of steve “really needing” you. nevertheless, you knocked on his door.

he opened it and immediately pulled you inside. “steve, wha-”

“i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry, i don’t know what came over me last night, i was really shitty and shouldn’t have let you walk home alone. you’re probably sick now or something and i really hate that i did that.” he was ranting. you couldn’t do anything but stare.

“steve, it’s alright.” you didn’t want to say it was alright, because he had made you feel bad, but you felt awful.

“no! it’s not alright, i fucked up and i understand if you won’t wanna be my friend anymore it’s just... i can’t lose you, y/n.” he was breathing heavily and his eyes were watering.

you stepped closer, pulling him into a hug. it felt nice, for the both of you.

“i just really love you and i can’t believe i was so stupid and an asshole last night.”

you froze. “you what?”

“oh c’mon, wasn’t it obvious? i’ve loved you for a long ass time, bub.”

you shakily laughed, “it was definitely not obvious, harrington.”

the more steve thought about it and he agreed, he was awful at letting his true feelings show. it was even worse that he constantly had other girls at his side. “no, you’re right. god i hate that you’re right.”

you both laughed. it felt weird to laugh with him. he was so close, you could almost feel his heart beating. “i’m always right.”

with that, he kisses your cheek. once you laugh, he starts to place little kisses around your whole face. soon, you both are a mess. he looks up, “is this alright?”

you nod, not saying a word. he kisses you. you had to remind yourself to breathe and that this wasn’t a dream. “i love you.” he says, then kissing you again. it’s a repeating process.

“i love you too, stevie.” you tease.

“shut up, nerd.” he wouldn’t admit it, but he almost threw up when linda called him stevie. it was reserved for you, and only you.

“oh, so now you like nerds? wow, steve harrington, you are full of surprises.” you laugh. in the back of his mind, he would love to learn how to play dungeon and dragons with you and the gang. he would love to get closer to you all like that. he would love to be a nerd with you.

“i’ve always loved nerds. i love listening to you talk about all of your stupid nerd stuff, nerd.”

“i hate you.”

you loved him.

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okay... i had this idea before i fell asleep and i tried to write it MULTIPLE TIMES and it never ended up like how i imagined it being so sorry for that, this is the best you’ll get <3

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things

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pencil-peach · 7 months

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GWitch Onscreen Text: Episode 7

This is part eight of my attempt to transcribe and discuss all the monitor text in g witch! Because I got worms! We're on episode 7, "Shall We Gundam?"

Now then. Shall we? (Gundam?)

Not text, but in the opening, Vim tells the Peil Witches that it's despicable of them to breach the Cathedra Agreement, only for one of them to respond that she believes he would know something about that himself. This is our first hint towards the existence of the Schwarzette.

Now to the real text, we see a mockup of the Pharact of it's systems in this opening as well.

Here, we see that the Pharact is 19.1m and 57.1t.

The Blue and Red labels are tough to make out, but they each respectively say the same thing. I'll make my best guess: Blue labels: G-O | SYS-GUND CHH Red Labels: GUND FORMAT | CORAX UNITS

The Corax Units are the name of the Pharacts GUND Bits, and we know those use the Gund Format, so that checks. We saw 'CHH' on 4's data graph, still not sure what it means though.

I think the floating red text says GA - MS//RACT, but I can't be sure. The big label in the center says GUND-ARM FP/A-77.

Not text, but I think Sarius and Delling is another relationship I wish we got to see more of. Delling actually worked directly under Sarius within Grassley before eventually becoming President of the entire Group.

During the scene in the greenhouse, we get a look at the program on Miorine's monitor. No way to read the actual text on it from this shot, but we do see Miorine verify the name of one of the brands of fertilizer before presumably typing it on the screen, so it's probably safe to assume it's tracking the general maintenance of the tomatoes.

We never get a completely clear shot of the Incubation Party Invitation (Because it just can never be easy) But I'll make my best estimate of it from the shots we DO get.

TEXT: SUBJECT: INCUBATION EVENT PARTY INVITATION & APPLICATION GUIDELINES FROM: BENERIT GROUP PROTOCOL MANAGEMENT OFFICE

INVITATION The Benerit Group has the great honor of inviting you to the 15th Incubation Event.

Off topic but this scene has one of my favorite Miorine Noises in the whole show. It's so good. Take a listen. She is Flabbergasted.

TEXT: 15th INCUBATION EVENT PARTY Hosted by BENERIT GROUP

Pretty...

The Mobile Suits on display aren't named, but the one in the back right is actually the YOASOBI Collaboration Version of the Demi Trainer.

(YOASOBI are the musical duo that composed Shukufuku)

I wont bore you with a 1 to 1 transcription of the text of this first presentation, so here's the general overview.

This is PRESENTATION No. 001 for the Incubation Party from TENGRIFF SOLUTIONS. They're asking for 100,000,000 to develop an INTEGRATED FIRE CONTROL SOFTWARE. What that means generally is that they want to develop a software that can automatically correct/redirect an MS's aim to a specific target, in both Individual and Team based MS Operations. The benefits of this system are: AUTO TRAJECTORY CORRECTION AUTO CORIOLIS CORRECTION AUTO GRAVITY CORRECTION FIRE CONTROL FORMS BATTALION HIGH SPEED TARGET DATA LINK HIGH PERFORMANCE SPOTTING SYSTEM ALL ENVIRONMENT CONTROL SYSTEM

Unfortunately this project did not meet the 75% formation requirement and DIED

Funny Shaddiq Expression. I don't think he ever makes a face like this for the rest of the series.

[Pointing] One of the two times throughout the series we see any pat of Notrette. The only other time is in the second season opening.

We see VIM JETURK on Lauda's screen when he's calling him. (The "Accept" button actually darkens when Lauda taps it)

This scene is our first look into Nika's role as a go between for Shaddiq, and also how it'll be a main point of conflict between her and Martin, as he's the one who sees the two of them talking.

(Also, Shaddiq has a habit of abruptly lowering the tone of his voice to signify a change in his demeanor. If you ever rewatch the series again, try and listen for it ! He does it all the time)

TEXT (Top to Bottom) BENERIT GROUP NETWORK CONNECTION ^ ACCESS REQUEST ACCESS POINT: STAGE SCREEN LINE CODE: 2915.455X.eX STATUS: APPROVAL PENDING LINE CODE: Yds2.4006.40 LINE CODE: 2945.Rr50.52 LINE CODE: KL40.024c.R2

Miorine's phone when she requests access to the Stage Screen

When she gets approved and begins connecting, her phone displays this loading screen called SYNCHRONIZE

And the stage screen is displaying that same loading screen for a split second before fully connecting.

Miorine explains what this all means in the show proper, so I feel it'd be redundant to explain it, but here's the presentation anyhow.

We also see the UI of the program Mio is using in the presentation. She only uses the MEMO tab, but we see that there's a TEXT and PICT tab as well.

When Miorine takes the phone back from Delling, the investment status has reached 3%, meaning he invested 7,200,000,000 in the company. Mama Mia !

Business Successfully Formed!

But it seems that they only reached the bare minimum amount, 75%. So of the 240,000,000,000, she requested, the company earned at LEAST 180,000,000,000

We also see that Miorine’s presentation is only the 5th one of the night.

And that's all! Thank you very much! Unfortunately I can't leave anymore images because I've somehow reached the image limit :(

Instead I leave you with this: Go back and watch the scene where Miorine and Suletta see Prospera and Godoy. After the scene where Suletta greets him, they keep drawing his face wrong. Okay! Goodbye....!

Click here to go to Episode 8!

Click here to go to the Masterpost!

#g witch #gundam the witch from mercury

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saccharineshadow · 1 year

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- Things in Ride The Cyclone I think about on the daily (SPOILERS!!!)

1. Jane’s head not being visible during the starting number “Karnak’s Dream of Life”

2. In “Fall Fair Suite” when everyone is looking down at Uranium City (from a place Im guessing is limbo) all of them smile or show some kind of joy or nostalgic feeling of sorts, all of them except for Mischa, since he didn’t grow up in Uranium City nor sees it the same way the rest of the choir see it

3. Jane’s Singing during “Fall Fair Suite”

4. Ocean confessing her discomfort before riding the cyclone, feeling rather unsafe (basically the fact she predicted her own doom)

5. The Choir’s catchphrases sort of predicting per say the member’s character development (Ex. Mischa’s catchphrase revealing his soft nature and vulnerability, Ocean’s catchphrase starting as a joke and ending up as her real perspective on things) or reveal something from their past life (Ex. Jane’s catchphrase being an animal fact either predicting she would become Penny or that she used to be Penny *reference to Legoland*)

6. Noel’s Catchphrase (it lives rent free in my head)

7. Jane trying unsuccessfully to get a hug from Ocean

8. Noel’s shadow being more feminine than himself in “Noel’s Lament” representing the version of himself he wished to be

9. The positioning of each member of the choir in each song representing their relationship to the one singing at the moment (Ex. Ocean being shafted and staying in the same pose in the back for the whole of “Noel’s Lament” as well as the major roles both Mischa and Ricky got in that same song)

10. Noel (Or Monique) playing with Ocean’s hair

11. Jane walking normally in "Noel's Lament" (it cracks me up srry)

12. Constance laughing at Mischa’s sarcastic responses to Ocean

13. The fact that Mischa mixed up the plots of Saw 5 and Saw 6 (the plot he describes is the one from Saw 6, not Saw 5 if im not mistaken)

14. Ocean’s song after “Noel’s Lament” (im just putting this one here cause it reminded me of my parents *especially my mom* asking me about the “morals” or if such was educational for pretty much everything *Videogames, Shows, etc*)

15. The fact that no one really knew Ricky for who he really was so they just went with the “Disabled=Literal Child that doesn’t know anything about the world” Therefore shocking the choir (Especially Ocean) when he says something “””perverted”””

16. On the same note, Ricky’s little speech about Porno and how taboo it became to talk about something completely natural and how demonized it is in our Society as a whole (very deep, magical indeed)

17. In some productions (or maybe just one idk), Mischa’s line about not being homophobic mentions the fact he’s watched all seasons of Rupaul’s Drag Race

18. Constance playing the Role of Mischa’s mother (which made me create the headcanon that Constance in some way reminds Mischa of his Mother)

19. I haven’t mentioned it yet but I like that every member has a little moment to talk before their song (except for Jane if I remember correctly)

20. Mischa having two songs (he deserves it tbh)

21. Jane discovering the existence of sunglasses

22. “I lay my masculinity on the altar of your maidenhood”

23. The beatdrop at the end of “Talia” representing Mischa’s rage at the fact he could never meet Talia and will never be able to talk to her again

24. On the same Note, (if Talia is even real in the first place) it’s possible Talia will never really know Mischa died

25. Ocean distorting what Noel was trying to say originally when Mischa was given the opportunity to see what could’ve happened if he met Talia

26. Karnak speeding up Ocean’s rambling

27. On the same note (i’ve used that phrase three times holy crap) Karnak messing with Ocean the whole show

28. The whole of Space Age Bachelor Man

29. "Oh my goodness what have I gotten myself into?"

30. "There's only one rule in the Space Age Bachelor Man Bible, Don't be a dick"

31. "We listen to you now Space Jesus"

32. The whole of "The Ballad of Jane Doe"

33. The shadow behind Jane having the form of wings

34. The New birthday song

35. The duo interactions after/During Jane's made up birthday

36. Constance's speech before "Sugar Cloud" (Jawbreaker) *that shit made me cry I relate to Constance so bad omg*

37. Ocean's Final Vote

38. The expressions of each member at the end showing fear and being unsure to cross to the other side, then showing acceptance and somewhat joy at the fact they will finally rest in peace

39. The Musical ends the same way it starts (Jane singing her part from "Karnak's Dream of Life" The rest of the choir going back to their positions when they rode the cyclone inicially)

40. That existencial dread that you get once you finish the show. Damn

Wow this was long and totally did not take like 3 days to put together but I had to get it out of the way

#musicals #rtc #ride the cyclone the musical #ride the cyclone #ocean o'connell rosenberg #jane doe ride the cyclone #constance blackwood #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ricky potts #long ass post #ramblings

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confused-wanderer · 8 months

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Just finished watching Sonic Prime and I really enjoyed it!

1. The fact that they took a not so mature but powerful sonic

2. Showed his main problem being never listening to his friends and charging head on.

3. Every episode showed him trying to rebuild and regain the trust his friends had in him, cuz of all the times he abandoned them.

4. Shadow and Sonics dynamic is just amazing

5. Having him face head on the issues of him always leaving when they need him and then returning like nothing ever happens

6. Hin being everyone’s beacon of hope.

7. Lmao my man Nine was just minding his own business trying to be emo and angsty and suddenly the brightest colour and hyperactive golden retriever breaks into your lab and starts chatting with you.

7. Letting him be flawed, and his shortcomings.

8. THE ENDING!! Was so well done!! Setting up an early dynamic between the two and having it all culminate in a damn good rift

9. Sonics friends are the best parts of him, is really the only way to defeat him. As literally seen by them only being able to defeat robot Sonic cuz they were all fighting together. Especially tails as Nine is the only one who was able to deal a fatal blow. Usually because Sonic leads him right to the trap, kinda foreshadowing how Sonic played himself and let Nine destroy his only chance at getting back (essentially destroying himself).

10. The parallel of the last scene where shadows at the top of the mountain and Sonic is in the cave 🤌✨✨.

11. The way Nine immediately grew so happy and beamed thinking Sonic was going to love his planet.

Theory:

Maybe since this season was all about Sonic’s blind faith and trust in his friends, it all being shattered might bring interesting changes. Sonic getting to his lowest as he realises that he’s all alone, it’s all his fault and those people, no matter how alike they are, they’re not his real “friends”. He screwed up. Again, and again. I think this was foreshadowed quite nicely in how mechanic sonic kept chiding him for being a failure. Maybe then Shadow yells at him, and later on sees how down sonic is. I want sonic to kind of go through a corruption arc, where he loses all hope in his friends and himself and adopts a more “Nine-like” attitude. And always beats himself up, refusing to do anything because he’s just so scared of messing up again.

No more funny jokes. No more rapid speed or constant chatter. Just focused and quiet.

Think that would really scare the hell out of everyone, and immediately set off warning bells for Shadow actually being truly concerned about Sonic, and the dynamics between then shift. Sonic sees the world in dark, and Shadow is the one who has to try and motivate him, get him to be himself again.

Maybe Nine uses the shard for making his own reality, but then realises how much he missed sonic. Maybe he gets to meet the real Tails, and kind of learn about the life Sonic had with them, seeing them all happy.

Maybe the next season would revolve around his friends now helping him. Sonic taking all their lessons to heart, being so underconfident and mad at himself he doesn’t trust himself to do anything anymore without the fear of messing everything up.

My boy spent two seasons back to back constantly fighting for something that was taken away from him by someone he trusted. Had to prove his loyalty over and over again, had his mistake be thrown in his face dozens of times. He’s crushed. Maybe the writers would pull an anxiety attack like Puss in Boots, because I did notice Sonic’s hands shook a little in one of the episodes, like a little anxiety tic.

Or maybe he gets mad, and some prism energy that’s built up inside him awakens, leaving him more powerful than another, too consumed by his rage to realise he’s damaging the world while Shadow tries to calm him down.

Sonic is tired. He has been doing nothing but fighting and making up for his mistakes, only to have all the hope he gathered from the fragmented pieces shattered again, right in front of him. Especially when others warned him. Sonic was stubborn.

Let him give up. And let us see his friends bring him back to life.

#sonic prime #sonic #Sona Dow #shadow #rouge #knuckles #tails #nine #Amy #eggman

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grumpygreenwitch · 3 months

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The Witches and Wizards Job 1-2

More writing! More fanfiction! This one combines two of my loves, the Leverage TV series and The Dresden Files books. It is, as usual for my fanfiction, written at speed, spell-checked only casually. However, this time continuity is a Very Important Thing, so I'm crossing my fingers. Also, since the Dresden writing style is so different from my own, I had someone speed-beta that section solely to check that the 'voice' was right.

The events here take place during Leverage's Season 4, a little after the Hot Potato Job. And at some point before Book 10 of The Dresden Files, but definitely after Book 5. Other than that the timeline's kind of scrungly.

In any case, it's no yet finished, so I don't know how long it's gonna go. It will update once a week here, but it's also up on AO3, where it will update much faster, if you don't wanna wait. Commentary is always appreciated, as would be a cuppa tea.

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ONE

Nate was fighting a one-man battle that he was very much afraid he was losing.

Boston and its surroundings spoke so very loudly of his childhood and younger years. Of times and memories he wanted very hard to forget. He would have pretended they didn't exist if he'd not been in the habit of being punctiliously honest with himself; he'd spend enough years letting a bottle lie to him.

But the truth was, he'd never hated Boston. It was home. The Common greeted him with familiar sights no matter what the season. He could go anywhere, look up, and know where he was by the sight of a familiar landmark, either the good ol' Pru, the timeless Triangle or the brand new Zakim bridge. He had fond, if mosquito-laden, memories of summers spent listening to either Shakespeare in the Park or sneaking into games at Fenway.

That love was coming back to him, no matter how he fought. He'd have to move soon or he might not be able to move at all, not without bleeding once again.

And yet, on that late summer afternoon, with a chilly sea breeze blowing in from Revere to warn the city that autumn was on its way, he lingered before the Eliot Hotel, and felt comfortable in the sights and sounds of a modern metropolis both like and unlike that of his childhood. He even fancied feeling the thrum of the Green Line trains just under his feet, even though he knew that was unlikely in the extreme. Traffic on Newbury blew past him, at its lowest ebb at the moment.

Nate had a meeting. He didn't like the meeting, he didn't like that he'd been asked to come like an errand boy to someone else's beck and call. At the pub he knew every nook, every cranny, every escape route, every weapon. Here, he knew he was at a disadvantage; worse, he couldn't tell how much of one.

But the name on the invitation had trumped all of that.

He trotted up the steps to the gracious hotel and offered the doorman the invitation. The man in his dapper uniform took it and smiled. "Ah, mister Ford." He opened the door for Nate. "You are expected."

"I'm sure I am," Nate muttered, but he still managed to offer a polite thank you. He was himself, as he always was, curling hair slightly rumpled, suit a little too loose here and there where it could have been better tucked in. He looked like a petty businessman who thought too much of himself and wouldn't see a con until it bit him in the arse.

It was a very good facade, and he only surrendered it for meeting clients.

A pert young lady in the hotel's uniform led him to the door attaching the nearby restaurant to the hotel. She held the door open for him with a bright smile.

And she closed and locked it between them.

The place was dark, the chairs up, shades lowered over the windows. The hours on the door proclaimed that it wouldn't be open for another hour, at least. Nate pursed his lips minutely.

"Hello?" he called out into the gloom.

"Mister Ford," a heavily accented voice replied. "Please excuse me, I am… surprised that you came."

"Well, you've got me curious if nothing else, mister Fedorov," Nate explained mildly, advancing in the dark. At the bar he met a man, a little taller than him, dressed in an custom-tailored three-piece charcoal suit with a very plain gold silk tie. The clothes did an exceptional job of hiding the heavy muscle across the man's shoulders, over his chest and along his arms, as well as the bulge of a gun in an underarm holster. Nate wouldn't have known either was there if he'd not expected they would be.

He had blue eyes and dark, curly hair cut and tousled artfully, and he smelled faintly of a very expensive aftershave only to be purchased in Vladivostok. Freshly shaven, his face was full of sharp, predatory angles. He didn't offer his hand, as if he knew Nate wouldn't take it. Instead he poured two cups from a nearby teapot, and the scent of the tea, heady and strong, filled the space between them. There was a laptop and a slim pile of folders behind the teapot.

Nate had run an extensive background on the man and turned up nothing he didn't already know. Vanya Fedorov was the Chief Financial Officer of a small but profitable cybersecurity start-up with offices in Cambridge, US and Cambridge, UK. He was halfway through his third decade of life, a Vladivostok native, he spoke seven languages fluently, and was a geology hobbyist. He was also third-in-line for the command chain of the Eastern Seaboard Russian mafia, after a meteoric rise to power that had him at loggerheads with his own father, the actual man in charge. He was being watched very closely by the real powers back in the Motherland because his uncle, the second-in-command, had all but tapped him already as the heir of preference. He was ruthless, intelligent, driven, ambitious, and his code of morals, if he actually had any, was known only to him. He was, to sum it up, the sort of man Leverage Inc. took down, not the sort they took on as a client.

And yet, here Nate was, having been summoned by a plea for help from, if not the last man on his list, someone pretty damn close to the bottom. He took the cup with a murmured thanks. "So, why am I here, mister Fedorov?" Before the man could speak, Nate lifted a hand. "Literally. Why."

"Vanya, please, mister Ford." When Nate's brows went up at the offered familiarity, the Russian sighed minutely. "A valid question. Believe me. It hurts that I have to come to an Irishman for help, particularly in this city. Particularly in this matter. But in truth, I am… out of my depth. We," he corrected pointedly, "are out of our depth." And with you and your people's reputation, I can only hope you won't be."

Nate sipped at the tea. "You've got my curiosity, and now you've got my attention. Still don't have my services, though."

Vanya snorted humorlessly, and dragged the laptop over. "Did you hear about the fire in Somerville? That fancy restaurant?"

"I don't think it wise for you to confess to any crimes to me, mister Fedorov," Nate pointed out mildly.

At that the Russian did seem amused, however briefly. "We did not do it, mister Ford. It was done to us." He opened the laptop and tapped a few commands before turning it over so Nate could see the screen, split into four separate camera feeds. Two belonged to the restaurant; the others were outside angles, likely from nearby businesses. "A very important member of the organization, a man in good standing, was throwing a private party, an anniversary celebration for his parents. A small thing, just family and friends."

"His friends, or the family's?"

"It was not business," Vanya persisted.

On the screen, Nate watched as one of the restaurant's cameras, aimed at the delivery area and partially covering the kitchen, was thrown into actinic brightness by a massive fireball. Plumes of black smoke quickly overtook the view of the other camera, at the front of the restaurant.

"You were, I am told, in the insurance business," the Russian said mildly. "You know what you are looking at."

"A firebomb." Nate was working hard at keeping a grimace off his face. No one needed a return to the bad old days where the crime syndicates of Boston fought more or less openly on the streets, not giving a damn who got caught in the crossfire.

Vanya's grin was sharp and thin. "I can smell your worry. Let me assure you, Ford. When I say this was not business, I mean it."

Nate couldn't hide his surprise at that. "It was not the Family?"

"It was none of the players," Vanya expanded, further catching him off-guard. "I have looked at them all. I suspected as much, but I had to do my job."

"You suspected. Why?"

"Because this is the latest in a string of attacks." Vanya slid the folders over to him, all but one. "They are not directed at our business. They are not even directed at one family within the business. But they are targeting us, all the same. Innocents are dying and we, I, cannot stop it happening. I am hoping you can."

Nate sucked in a deep breath as he flicked through the folders. A bridge collapse. An accidental lockdown and halon release in an art gallery. A train crash. The attacks, if that's truly what they were, were all over the place; it would be nearly impossible to find a signature, or any sort of commonality. Like the firebomb, they all looked like accidents.

Nate eyed the folder he hadn't been offered. "You have a suspect."

For the first time in their meeting Fedorov looked uncertain. "I have… something. In truth, I don't know what. Understand this, mister Ford. I like my other job. It is not just a thing on paper for me. I like security. I like technology. That job is the only reason I have found this one common thread binding all the incidents." He opened the last folder for Nate.

A dozen or so blurry pictures stared up at the mastermind. They were all of a woman, older, but that was all he could tell. Not one of the shots managed to catch her in more than broad strokes, as if the camera simply refused to focus. It was her, specifically - everyone else around her was perfectly clear, from the man helping her out of the train's wreckage to the two young teenagers escorting her away from some sort of flash flood.

"Who is she?" When Vanya didn't answer, Nate looked up to find the most profoundly uncomfortable look on the Russian's face. "Fedorov, who is she?"

Vanya shifted minutely. It might as well have been a shriek of alarm from a man in his position. Nate blinked. Waited.

"Baba Yaga."

"Excuse me?"

"I know what it sounds like."

"Really? Because it sounds like you're telling me a fairy did this."

"She's not a fairy. Grandmother is much more than that." Anger sharpened Vanya's accent. "She is a power, a dream, a nightmare. Something older than time." He blew out a sharp breath. "I am a rational man, mister Ford. I understand abstraction, I work in cybersecurity, after all. I do not know what to believe, but I must believe something, and I have nothing else." He stared at the pictures. "Unless you and your people find something else."

"We're not monster hunters, Fedorov."

"Then do not hunt a monster. Hunt me an explanation. Hunt me something that makes sense." The Russian tightened one hand into a fist. "Hunt me something I can stop, so innocents stop dying."

"An odd request from a Russian mob enforcer."

Vanya shrugged mildly. "I am a traditional man, mister Ford. I want a return to the old ways, when we offered real protection, not a pretense of it to extort money. When a man's word was worth something more than the bullets he carries or the pain his hands can inflict."

Nate stared at the pictures, at the videos. On the laptop's screen the first responders had finally arrived.

"What if it is Baba Yaga?" he asked, if only because Vanya had offered it as an option, forcing Nate to add it to the list of possibilities and to know what sort of contingencies Fedorov expected from him.

The Russian visibly paled but rallied swiftly, a half-smile curling up his mouth. "Then I guess we will do all we can to find out why she is angry at us, so we can correct the issue and beg her apologies." He let Nate mull on that. "Have I got your services, mister Ford?"

Nate played restlessly with a breath held in his mouth. There had to be a logical explanation, of course. Just because Fedorov hadn't found it didn't mean it wasn't there. But he couldn't readily see one.

What he did see was a man in a tremendously powerful position within the Boston underworld, interested in maintaining the fragile peace between the syndicates and willing to be in Nate's debt to achieve his goals. The latter alone was worth a lot.

He scooped up the folders. "I'll let you know," he said curtly, heading for the restaurant's front door. He paused with his hand on the knob. "Uh, this is a sushi bar, isn't it?"

"A Japanese restaurant, but they do serve excellent sushi."

"Why here? Why not one of your places?"

Vanya smiled wryly. "Because I no longer dare guarantee their safety, but I have yet to find someone willing to fuck with the Japanese."

TWO

"We're not monster hunters, Nate," Eliot said mildly as he nursed a beer and stared at the array of screens before him.

"I know, but -" Nate flapped his hand distractedly. "Just ignore the, ignore the monster angle, alright? We have someone, or a bunch of someones, who are responsible for fourteen so-called accidents. Someone who's doing such a flawless job that no one's caught up onto the fact that they aren't accidents."

"Flawless is right," Hardison pointed out, pulling up on one of the screens blueprints and reports. "Arson investigation, insurance investigations, police, Interpol, private security firms, they all ruled them accidents. But you put all their reports, all their data together, and some really nasty stuff starts taking shape."

"Ugh." Sophie groaned around her coffee cup. "So clever and instead of going after the actual bad guys they go after their wives, their kids, their parents. I thought that just wasn't done."

"It isn't," Eliot confirmed. "Few universal rules in organized crime, but that one's the second biggest: don't target innocents."

"What's the first?" Parker asked.

"Don't talk to the cops," Eliot, Sophie and Nate all replied at the same time.

The team crossed a look, equal parts surprise and amusement.

"I'm not even in organized crime and I know that one," Parker admitted.

"The point," Nate fought to herd the cats back together, "is that this is happening, it's affecting innocents, and it needs to stop. This isn't like one of our usual jobs, obviously, so I do have to ask: are we taking it?"

There was silence.

"I don't know, Nate, I don't like it," Eliot said at last. "Yeah, there were bystanders in at least half those places. There's no way there weren't a few innocent people on that train, or the nitrogen spill in Kuala Lumpur. But if the frigging Russian mob can't pin it down, someone else needs to step up and do the job, yes - I just can't see what the job actually is."

"There's nothing to steal," Parker protested.

"Nothing to hack," Hardison added. "All of these 'accidents' were mechanical in nature. Analog. Even the halon release was a faulty piece of equipment, not software failure. That alone is hinky as hell, halon tech isn't new but it's not old, either, but…" He threw his hands up helplessly.

"Nothing to con." Sophie shrugged gracefully. "Even this woman Fedorov thinks is Baba Yaga, who is she? A victim, the criminal, a bystander, the target?"

"I'd be happy with just being able to see her face," Nate muttered, staring at the collection of blurry pictures on one of the screens.

"I can do that much," Hardison perked up. When everyone's attention came to rest on him, he beamed at them. "Fourteen pictures, that's more than enough to create a composite." His hands flew over the keyboard, and on the screen the fourteen pictures began to spin sedately in orbit around a blank canvas that began to fill up with gradients of gray almost immediately. "She's probably using jamming tech."

"To look… to look blurry?" Eliot blinked at him. "That's only for the movies, isn't it?"

Hardison gave him such a look before returning his attention to the screen. "You know that quote from Clarke, 'Any sufficiently advanced technology is -'"

"'-indistinguishable from magic." Both Eliot and Hardison finished the quote together; Sophie, unseen to anyone but Nate, mouthed the words soundlessly and threw him a chipper little smile. "Yeah, but Hardison -"

"If you've got a smartphone you're carrying enough computing power in your pocket to out-compute anything that's twenty years old. For the record, that includes the first Playstation console and the second."

Eliot frowned, a hand automatically going to his pocket. "I thought you'd just souped up our phones."

"Well, I did that, too," Hardison admitted, typing more commands into his keyboard and staring at the increasingly refined composite on the screen. "Just didn't have to, in the case of some people." He looked meaningfully at Nate, who felt once again as if he had to defend himself from a crime he hadn't committed, or might not even be a crime altogether. "Do something with your phone, man."

"I make calls. I take pictures!" Nate protested.

Hardison rolled his eyes.

"It can play music," Sophie suggested mildly.

"So can the radio in my car," Nate grumbled.

"Nate, I am begging you. Hack something," Hardison pleaded. "Live a little." Before Nate could answer, the hacker stood up and straightened up. "Almost done -"

They all turned to look at the screen, so they were all facing it when it cracked from top to bottom with a sound like a grenade going off, showers of sparks flying in every direction. A massive puff of smoke belched out, and delicate circuitry began to drip out of the blackened guts of the screen, hissing as it struck the floor.

Cautiously, heads peeked up from behind wherever they'd ducked. A fire alarm was screeching shrilly. The loft reeked of molten electronic components. The screen had gone black. A piece of tempered glass fell off and shattered on the floor, making them all jump.

"Um," Hardison said in the silence.

"Hardison!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"It's your equipment!"

"And my equipment doesn't just blow up for no good reason!"

Eliot had no counter for that because he knew, they all knew, that it was true.

"She really is Baba Yaga," Parker breathed.

"Parker, no, just -" Nate pinched the bridge of his nose. "She's not real, alright? Baba Yaga's not real."

"Well, how do you know?" she challenged.

"Yeah, Nate, how do you know?" Sophie, ever willing to be the devil's advocate, echoed.

"I -!" He sighed in exasperation. "She's just not, alright? Can we please move on? Hardison, did you get the finished composite?"

"She's an evil Tooth Fairy, Parker," Eliot whispered to the thief.

"Not the finished one, but a few stages shy of it." Hardison printed out a single sheet of paper and began typing all over again. Somewhere in the guts of the building, heavy fans began to work. The fire alarm fell mercifully silent.

"The Tooth Fairy's not real, Eliot," Parker told him with great kindness, startling the hell out of the hitter.

Eliot sputtered for a moment. "How would you - you don't - how d'you know that?"

Parker had very vivid memories of being told to put her first tooth under her pillow, to have it exchanged for cold hard cash. She had equally vivid memories of feeling a hand sneaking up under her pillow and reacting to defend her property by snatching for a wrist, grabbing for a thumb, and twisting. Hard. "She's just not. It's just your parents." She charged over to where Nate was examining the printout. "I wanna see what Baba Yaga looks like."

"Parker, she's not -" Nate found the printout snatched out of his hands.

"Well, now we have to take the job," Sophie told him quietly. "Or she really will believe Baba Yaga's r-"

"Wait, this isn't Baba Yaga!" Parker protested, her tone betrayed. "This is just the old lady in the museum."

"The what?" Sophie asked blankly.

"In the where?" Nate added.

Hardison got a fire extinguisher.

"The old lady in the painting at the Isabella Gardner Museum," Parker explained.

"There's a painting of this woman at the Gardner Museum?" Nate demanded.

"Mm-hm."

"You went to a museum?" Sophie was stunned. "To actually look at the paintings, not to steal them?"

Parker nodded and beamed. "I have a lifetime membership."

"A… lifetime memb- how?"

"You know when someone stole all those paintings from them way back and they couldn't figure out who and they never recovered them?"

"That was you?"

"No, that was Astrid Somerset and her boyfriend -"

"Somerset, of the Arlington Somersets?" Nate asked, a little taken aback.

Unsurprisingly, he got a shrug and a vague noise in response; Parker didn't care about the woman's pedigree, only her technique. "Lousy thief. Horrible little snob," she growled, then beamed again. "So I stole back the one she hadn't sold yet and gave it back to the museum. And I've been working with them to improve security." Her smile turned mischievous. "You want me to get you in?"

Nate opened his mouth, thought better of it. "Hardison, you've got things here?"

Hardison and Eliot were taking down the neatly parted halves of the screen. The hitter looked nothing if not horrified when he pulled the heavy bit of tech away from the wall and overheated cables stretched gooeily after it like taffy.

"Yeah, we got this, man." Belatedly, as the other three walked away, Hardison called after them. "Nate, take pictures!"

#leverage #nate ford #sophie devereaux #eliot spencer #alec hardison #parker #the dresden files #harry dresden #urban fantasy #violence #language

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30 Day Song(fic) Challenge: Day 4

The prompt today for my Song(fic) Challenge was "song you listened to most recently". I must admit I did a little fudging on this--I simply couldn't come up with something for the song I'd most recently listened to ("Standing Next to You" by Jungkook, for those curious), so I opened up a playlist made for me by a beloved irl friend and fellow zelink writer, Gourdkin. What played was the instrumental piece "Elk (Acoustic)" by TTNG, and the trumpets set to peaceful guitar took me immediately to the mental image of...a goron in a forest. Of course, there's only one iconic goron consistently found in a forest in the LoZ series to my knowledge: Gorko!

Written in Stone

Game: Skyward Sword, very early on in the game

Pairing: None

Word Count: 847

Keywords: character study, peaceful

“Goddess, if you want to send down one of your sky people to teach me, I would appreciate it!” he calls up to the heavens. The angle strains his neck, and he tips his chin back down with a rumbled laugh. He’ll never meet such a person, of course, but it sure is nice to dream.

Read the fic on Ao3, or under the cut!

You might think the woods are no place for a goron, and you might be right. But Gorko had never been great at listening to public opinion. His ears had always been tuned to the voices of those long past, after all. Even though, as he’d once heard from his Papa Stone before setting off, that archaeology and myth were no fields for a goron—lava fields were. He’d just let the words roll right off the plating of his back, and left them there on the igneous ground between them.

Gorko has been outside the Sealed Grounds for the greater part of two weeks now. His most recent pilgrimage—back from Lanayru, the mines of which being the other location he can’t stay away from—is set with supplies of felsite and basalt from home for three more moons, and then he’ll need to move on. But for now, he finds himself back at the temple.

During the mornings, like any archaeologist worth his rock salt, Gorko gets to work at studying the temple. Over the years, he’s very carefully tested the stone from which it’s built (he has a very refined, built-in palette for such a thing, after all) and gone on field trips to the overgrown open-air mine two leagues away that the stone was quarried from. He’s detailed blueprints of the structure’s exterior and endless sketches of the carvings etched into it. A few times, the old woman who lives alone there has allowed him inside the temple, and he very respectfully recorded every observation he could. He’s hopeful that she’ll grant him entry this time, too.

In the afternoons, Gorko indulges in racing down the huge pit in the temple grounds, gleefully gathering speed along the downward spiral. He’s gotten his overall time down to a mere two minutes, without cutting any corners by dropping a level. It’s quite impressive, if he says so himself.

At night, he camps out below the stars, chowing down into a rock roast or tossing back handfuls of gravel, and he imagines the joy of someday having an apprentice he can share all his research with.

This morning, Gorko has switched tracks a little, so to speak. Rather than the temple or its grounds, he’s investigating the bird statue outside its eastern border. He’s always found it intriguing—a landmark for people coming up or down from the sky? How would people up in the clouds notice such a little marker? They’d have better luck aiming for the big honking temple just a few dozen paces to the west, surely! It’s a shame the whole thing has long been papered over with lichens and mosses, and the runes on its surface weathered by the Faron region’s annual rainy seasons, or else maybe it would have more information for him. All Gorko’s been able to find about the bird statues, to date, comes from dusty scrolls and tomes.

After pacing circles around the statue, recording every detail in his sketchbook—it’s the same as any other sprinkled across the land, down to the purple shade of the old paint, but he’s nothing if not thorough—Gorko pauses in the center of the clearing to study it from a greater distance.

He’s always been fond of the birds featured on each of the statues. All the same variety, no matter the region a particular statue might be found in. He’s never seen a bird quite like them, even among the waterbirds near Lake Floria and the waterways between regions, and he wonders what importance they must have held to those long-ago civilizations. On his most homesick of days, when he misses the sulfur scent of the mountain and the taste of his Papa Stone’s obsidi-bites, it’s a comfort to see the big-billed bird in the desert vistas of Lanayru or the tucked-away temple hidden in the depths of Faron.

Great goddess, he wishes he were able to swim, and not just sink like a rock! Someday he’ll make it across the water and through that tantalizing koi-mouth entryway, instead of just sketching its contours from the shade of a nearby tree. Maybe he should ask the kikwis and the Water Dragon for permission to cut down some trees to build a bridge, one of these days. But he digresses.

Gorko shifts his weight to one leg and rubs his chin thoughtfully, as the sun creeps higher overhead. Once again, a morning spent coming up with more new questions than answers. But then, that’s the whole reason he’s here. And there, and everywhere, and not just sitting at home in the same dusty mine all day. To learn, and learn, and learn.

But sometimes, it would be nice to get some answers…

In the distance, a bone horn blows.

#loz #sksw #skyward sword #character study #gorko the goron #30 day song(fic) challenge #my fanfiction

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 8 months

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And I... Chapter Four, a Malevolent Fic

Demands and dessert.

Final fics of Surrogate, season one: 3/4. Written with @sepiabandensis.

AO3

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John was not okay. “How much longer? Is he okay? What are they doing? Where did they go? What are they talking about?” And he wailed yet again: “Does Arthur still need me?”

Hastur was silent.

It’s been about ten minutes, the All-Mother said again, having answered this volley a dozen times already. With the humans gone, she’d stretched out, her form warping and expanding to something a bit more comfortable. Guises were fine, but she preferred not to wear them. I’m not bringing them back until you two have a little chat of your own.

Hastur was silent.

“I will not talk to him,” John snarled. “After what he did? I’m not saying a fucking word.”

I’m not giving you a choice in the matter, sweetie. She got up, clopping forward on a thousand rolling hooves, and two gentle hands pressed the mug back into Hastur’s hands. Now, Hastur… you’ve disobeyed long enough. I understand what you’re going through. I really, really do. She cupped her hands around his, so motherly, so tender, even though those hands could simply squeeze and turn his flesh to jelly. But I need you to drink.

He finally looked up as though coming back into this world. “Why?”

Because when that little girl comes back, she’s going to need you, the Black Goat said. And when you get back to Carcosa—when you go home—you’re going to need to be at your best. But before that? You two need to have a talk. Face to face, no Arthur in the way.

Hastur looked at the drink. Sure. It didn’t matter. He drank glumly, staring at nothing.

The selenine worked instantly, flooding his torn limbs with power and repairing the new tears in his cloak with the surge of magic.

Hey. Hastur? Listen to me. A tentacle gripped his chin, forcing his mask upward, forcing him to meet her million eyes. I know our last meeting did not go well for you, but I need you to understand: I’m rooting for all four of you. I brokered a deal with Kayne that, frankly, might have traumatized that girl a little bit so I could give the four of you time to put each other all back together. But that’s not going to happen if you and John are at each other's throats. Do you understand me?

“I…” Hastur seemed to be struggling to respond.“I… you… want me to… talk to John?”

“I’m not fucking talking to him!” John snarled. “There’s nothing fucking to talk about!”

You two can start by… Oh, well, he’s probably a bit too fresh of a wound, but how about this: you two should start talking about what happened the first time John was in the Dreamlands. With Arthur.

“Why?” said Hastur again.

“Because you fucking tortured him!” John snapped. “We had to fight for our lives—you fucking destroyed any ounce of self-confidence he had left. All he thinks about are the scars, and what happened in… in the… Faust, and…” He writhed, tentacles lashing, eyes pinpoints of furious golden light. No, not furious. Horrified.

Hastur was silent.

“I had to watch, over and over,” John said with a shudder. “Every fucking time he had to take a bite of Faust.”

“Yes,” said Hastur, softly. “Yes. I was cruel.”

“Cruel? Cruel?” John was shaking. “You fucking tortured both of us. I had to relive his death over, and over, and you know what? I’m not you. I realized how fucking bad it was, and I tried to stop.” That shudder again. “But you just kept coming. You wouldn’t stop. And then you fucking brought his kid into it, you miserable fuck.”

Another long pause. That just seemed to be Hastur’s speed at the moment. “Yes. Yes, I did. I did those things. I cannot undo them, Piece. What do you want me to say?”

“You can start with my fucking name!” John shrieked. “It’s John! John Doe, my name is John, and I don’t care if you don’t like it because even if we merge, I will be reminding you of it, every second of every minute of every hour, and you can’t fucking take that away from me!”

“As you wish.” Which was perhaps not the expected response. “I will not take it away from you.”

John was huffing, chest rising and falling with every breath—every breath that was brand-new, the sensation of air rushing into lungs, past teeth, down his throat. “And stop trying to take Arthur away from me too,” he said, his voice cracking. “I already lost… I lost my body. I lost my autonomy. I lost my… our…” And his voice cracked. Shattered.

“Our son.” It’s rough. It sounded like Hastur had smoked for a thousand years. “Yes. I did that. I will not take Arthur away from you.”

“But you keep trying,” John sobbed—and that golden fire began to spill from beneath his hood, over his hands as he pressed them to his face in a curiously human gesture. “Oh, gods, I don’t want to leave him. He changed me. I’m so fucking grateful that he changed me, and I never want to go back to being anything like you. We lost our son, and I didn’t—I didn’t even remember him, until you prompted me. I can’t lose Arthur too.”

Another pause. Hastur’s breathing is deep, heavy. “I will not take Arthur from you.” Lower still. “You love him. You should tell…” But it just trailed off, like a candle going out.

“It’s not that simple,” John groaned. “It’s—it’s just not.” But his head rocked back, then, the hood falling away from his—their—face. “But you get it, now. What you did to him. And…” He took a deep breath. “Fuck you, but thank you. When he threw us, you saved him. Saved us.” Another breath. “And you saved her. That… I think that means more than anything else, especially to him. That stupid fucking idiot then went back in to save you.”

“Foolish.” Soft. Condemning.

“Moronic.” Frustrated. Affectionate.

Hastur was barely audible. “Any further demands, Lord John?” There was no tone to it, no inflection.

John squinted at him. “I want Arthur to start getting dessert again,” he said. “When we go home. He’s done all the work. He’s earned it.”

Hastur’s cogs seemed to be slowing back down. “He may have dessert.”

John was quiet for another moment. “You really do love her. Don’t you?”

“I would not have returned from my son’s place of sacrifice, did I not.”

“Arthur was right,” John said softly. “She changed you. Just like Arthur changed me.”

Hastur was silent.

“I’m sorry,” John said, his voice very quiet. “I wish we had known what we knew now, years ago. Maybe things would have been different, then.”

“I did this,” Hastur said. “I crashed this ship. All has foundered. Lost; lost. It is lost.”

John stared at him. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he said. “It’s not all lost. Arthur has been telling me for years that things have changed, and he was right. He was right about a lot of things, and never fucking once has he ever said anything bad about you to that girl,” he snarled. “Arthur has been doing a better goddamn job at navigating this than either of us. He’s fucking put himself back together after you broke him, for that girl. He saved you, and—” his voice broke again. “He’s been trying to convince me to… to reunite with you.” He let out a soft sob. “That fool.”

“You put him back together, John. Let us not deceive in the wake of our loss.” And without hesitation: “It would be poorly done, I think. Though I fear his safety could be at issue.” Whatever the hell all THAT meant.

John paused. Stared up at him. Yes, whatever the hell all that meant. “You’re going to have to put in the work,” John said, beginning an entirely different conversation. “But Arthur trusts you. He’s a fucking moron to do so, and there are things I will never fucking forgive you for. But, for Faroe… It doesn’t matter.” He took a breath. “She’s just a kid, Hastur. And you’re her Dad.”

“Yes.” Hastur still looked at nothing, monotone. “She will thrive. And Arthur will have his dessert. And I will try to help you. We should return home. Soon. Is there aught else you wish to say to me?”

Well, this guy was obviously fucked up. “Are… Are you going to be okay?” A beat. “Are we going to be okay?”

“You will. I… don’t know.”

“Are you willing to try?” His voice is firm. “For her.”

“I would not be here otherwise. John…” And then he stopped again.

There was something familiar about this moment. Something eerily like a night six years ago. The stuttering communication, the drifting thoughts. “What?” said John.

“I am glad you have changed.”

John was quiet for a long moment. “I’m glad you’ve changed too. I think.” He takes a deep breath. “Maybe… Maybe we can both fix all this. Together?”

“Fix.” Hastur just said the word, flat. In his head, he heard the moment again, pleading to no one—too late, too late, please, he just needed more time—“Let me fix this. Let me try. My son, I…”

There had been no more time.

“Fix. Repair. Restore.” A pause. “Rebuild. Or… Or maybe just build something, instead of destroying.”

Hastur didn’t answer.

“Hastur.” It’s a growl. “We’re going to. Alright? We’re fucking going to fix this, if I have to drag your big squirmy ass behind Arthur with my hand.”

Hastur managed one, low laugh, a single heh of barely-surviving humor. “John… I would give all the gold in the treasury to see you manage that.”

John’s eyes narrowed to slits. “I’ll call you on that, so I can buy Arthur some clothes that aren’t fucking yellow.”

Hastur paused. “Ah,” he said, as though that statement made him realize something.

“What now?” snapped John.

Aw, boys, Shub-Niggurath sighed. This is just lovely, I really hate to interrupt. Are you ready?

Hastur stood. He did not face her; he stood quiet, his head bowed. “Yes.”

The Great Mother twisted, contorting herself into a form easier on the eyes of mortals, and when she waved her hand, Arthur and Faroe stepped from the trees, faces streaked with tears, hand in hand.

They were perfect together. Hastur saw it when she was three; he saw it now.

He ached.

Her expression broke. “Daddy,” she sobbed, and she ran directly into his arms.

He gathered her up, but hesitantly, hesitant, and shuddered. “I’m so sorry, Faroe. My daughter. I brought all of this upon you. I thought to spare you pain, and I have not. I failed you.”

“It’s okay,” she says, her voice soft and hoarse. “We can talk about it w-when we go home. Can we go home?” She sank into his many arms, pulling his tentacles around her like a blanket.

His sigh was so deep. “Yes, my daughter. Now.”

One second, honey. They need this.

Arthur stared at John. “She forgave me. She forgave me, John.”

John crept closer to him, inch by agonizing inch, hovering—and he glanced at Shub-Niggurath.

Go ahead, baby.

“But you said—”

I’m keeping everything all wrapped up so you don’t accidentally blow him up. Go ahead.

And John… reached. He reached with his left hand, hesitant and halting, and gently his fingertips brushed against Arthur’s right hand. “Arthur,” he whispered, a shadow wrapped in cloth of gold.

Arthur stepped right into him, fearless, almost as if it was a relief to press his face into John’s heat instead of just being out in the open. He clung.

John’s arms snapped shut around him. He was hugging Arthur, and he would have sobbed if not for the fact his tears would burn his foolish, magnificent human. He buried his face in the crook of Arthur’s neck, felt the flutter of the man’s pulse against his mouth, took a deep breath—gods, he would remember this scent forever.

Arthur made a small sound, and tension melted away from him. He was aware as John wrapped more and more limbs around him, aware he was being closed in, but it didn’t… feel bad.

At all.

“John,” he breathed.

John’s tentacles crept up Arthur’s legs.

Arthur shivered once.

This was getting scary. Time for a redirect. “Arthur. Shake my hand,” John rumbled.

“What?” Arthur said, a laugh on his breath. “All right, you whacko.” He twisted just enough to manage it.

John gave it a vigorous shake. “I—I missed you. I missed you! My friend!”

Arthur managed a laugh—and John knows Arthur’s laughs. This one is light. Lighter, maybe, than any he’s heard in years. John began to laugh too. It was still dark, and huge, but it also bright, and there might have been a flash of teeth in the darkness beneath that hood, but it was alright because it was John. John.

John, his friend.

John, his—

Oh, I hate to break the two lovebirds up, Shub-Niggurath sighed. But we’re short on time. Ready?

“No,” John said.

Arthur stayed leaning, squeezing every last second of contact from this. “As ready as we’ll ever be. I guess.”

Close your eyes, Arthur. It’ll make this a bit easier.

He looked at his daughter (and Hastur, too, though his mind refused to contain that image). Then he looked at John. Then he obeyed.

He felt John return before anything else—like the sensation of putting on the watch one always wore, or returning a ring back to its finger, or sinking into the warmth of one’s favorite sweater, and when he opened his eyes he saw nothing. He sighed. “John?”

I’m here, Arthur.

“Glad you’re back. It was empty in there.” He wiped his leaky eyes.

I can tell. Cobwebs all over the place. There was a pleased rumble in it.

“She forgave me, John. She knows. And she forgave me.”

His left hand took his right. Tell me all about it when we get back?

“Yes,” Arthur said softly. “I will. Where’s…”

“Here,” Hastur murmured. Faroe lay in his arms, quiet, her arms wrapped around one of his tentacles, and Nibbles pressed against his other side, for once not fighting him, biting him, snarling.

Again—he did not grab.

Hesitant. That was the word. It did not fit him well.

Three steps ahead. To your left. There.

“Hastur,” Arthur said, his voice gentle. “Let’s go home.”

The portal home was quick. Effortless. Hastur suspected that the Great Mother may have eased their passage, and at this point he was far too tired to question it.

The throne room was dark and empty—it must have been close to midnight. Gingerly he set Arthur down, Faroe shortly after. Nibbles shook and trotted after, her face splitting in a great yawn.

So quiet, though. Unnervingly so. He lacked the emotional currency to deal with it. “We… must rest,” Hastur said, and it was not a command.

Hesitant.

Faroe swallowed. “Can I go to your room tonight?”

“Yes.” Hastur’s voice was soft. “Perhaps we all should—”

The lights shut off with a bang, like some old fashioned spotlight, and they all jumped.

And from the dark, from the far end of the room, a single voice stuttered through what could barely be called a tune. “Ha… ppy birth… day…. To you! Ha… ppy birth… day… to you. Ha… ppy biiiiirth…day….” The voice grew. “Dear… Farooooooe…”

And suddenly lights blazed, shocking, blinding, directly in their eyes.

Hastur grabbed them all, even Nibbles, holding them close, but there was no sparing this. The bizarre sound of an audience cheering wildly came from who knew where.

And then he was there, right in front of them, holding a messy birthday cake. Diminutive, comparatively, just the size of a human being—but his shadow stretched, and stretched, and grew behind him, eating the rest of the room, so that it seemed like the spotlit place where Hastur, John, Arthur, Nibbles, and Faroe stood was the last island of existence left in all the universe.

“Happy biiiiiiiirthday,” Kayne belted, “Toooooooo youuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

The unseen audience exploded in applause.

Kayne winked. “And… action.”

Somewhere, a grandfather clock struck twelve.

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Notes:

Hastur’s quote was from "The Wreck of the Hesperus" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

#malevolent #malevolent pod #malevolent fic #surrogate series #hastur malevolent #kiy malevolent #arthur lester #john doe malevolent #kayne malevolent #faroe malevolent

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goth-cowgirl-03 · 11 months

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New Billy Hargrove & Eddie Munson stories

OK, so my two favorite characters from Stranger Things are Billy Hargrove and Eddie munson. We already know about two of my stories for Billy (Baby harrington and That blue 1979 camaro) and I believe for eddie (The witch and the freak). So here are the others. Wattpad: GothCowgirl03

Updated added two more

Billy Hargrove-

1.Baby harrington: Roxanna harrington is quiet and a loner, what happens when Billy Hargrove meets the quiet girl. Strangers to friends to lovers Steve's sister, with a twist

2.That blue 1979 camaro: After the event of season three but not in season 4. Joan moves with two sisters, and mom to Hawkins. She befriends the young Max, after Max sees Joan driving Billy’s car. But he’s not dead. Back from the dead AU!

3. rose colored boy: Hayley loves the 80′s, she wears the clothes, listens to the music, even has the hair, and drives a 1984 corvette, but the thing is she lives in 2023. What happens when she suddenly wakes up in the 80s, but in a world where worn monsters become real. A time travel AU!

4. Hey lover: Vivian Mayfield is the older sister of Maxine ‘Max’ Mayfield, Before they moved to California, Vivian and Billy became close after a night of abuse from Neil, but the question is how close have they become, and will Neil notice? Warning: Stepcest.

5. Ain’t that some: Billy Hargrove meets the older sister of Jane hopper one day after a fight with his father, he takes a drive, then a walk to the forest. Meeting the young girl, drawing an animal in the grass. Friends to lovers, Jim hopper’s daughter.

6. Lucky man: Billy Hargrove gets to meet the girl driving the old beat up farm pick up school, when they are assigned to a project together. Friends to lovers to ex to lovers

7. Dirty: Billy finally makes his way back to california, and speeds most day working at the surf shop and surfing, when One day his workmates drag him to a stripclub, where he meets a stripper named Angel. Surfer!Billy Hargrove x Stripper!OC 90s California AU!

8. Mixtape of the soul: Billy hargrove was brought up with a strict military father moving place to place, when he's sat at a bar with a couple of his marine friends. He meets the fire, festy, independent, bella. A woman in leather, with motor between her legs, and heart of gold. They make a deal, but not everything is what it seems behind closed doors. Purple heart 90s AU!

Eddie Munson-

1. The witch and the freak: Della is known as a witch, her boyfriend a freak, their styles clash, but they love each other too much. Another insert.

2. Hard times: Valentina is Eddie munson’s girlfriend, they are one in the same, but the couple face hate foe their age difference, so what happens when Eddie is framed for murder. Valentina is younger by a couple of years, and this is just insert.

3. The chief's daughter: A 16 year old Eddie Munson meets the 13 year old chief's daughter, when she was sent to the police station from school because she got into a fight again. A few years go by and now with Eddie in his third year of high school and The chief's daughter being in her junior year. A spark leading to a romance is started.

4. The mockingbird and The crow: Blair is an 18 year old college freshman, when she meets 24-5 freshman Eddie munson. 90s College AU1

5. Need a favor: Eddie finally graduated High school in 86, but he never left Hawkins, why, not many people know, but one thing is that he is not to be messed with, as he is part of the Hawkins own biker club. Biker AU!The shit in 86 didn’t happen. Age-gap Sunshine!OC x Grump!Biker!Eddie.

6. Live off: When the mornings start for the students of Hawkins high, they hear two different music blaring into the parking lot, one heavy metal, and the other country. A van and a truck park next to each, to different styles, and pairs of boots stepping out. The van, Eddie munson, the resident freak and metal head. And The truck, Annabella Higgins, the resident cowgirl, and rodeo princess. Eddie Munson x Cowgirl!OC

7.Heat Haze: Abigail lives in a world where you are either Alpha, Beta, or Omega, for she has shown yet. Butting her body for some reason reacts to the scent of the freak of hawkins high Eddie munson. Who had shown as an Alpha. What happens when she starts smelling, and most of the male student body can smell it, but only one knows it to be theirs. “MINe” The voice of Eddie munson sounded from the end of the hall, making everyone look at him, then the shy small quiet girl. A/B/O verse

8.Magic man: when Eddie and his band stop at a bar in a small town, they meet a young woman with a voice like Joan Jett with a hint of cherry from the runaways. The brightness a farm girl. It was love at first sight, but the life of a rockstar is not always easy. A star is born 90s AU!

For those I think will like these stories: @billysbabyy @billyhargrove-s @billyhargrovetitties @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @eddiethefreakkmunson @eddiethetwisted @eddiemunsxn @billy-eddie-steve-babygirl @billyhardgrove @andvys

#billy hargrove x oc #eddie munson x oc #female!oc #new stories #stranger things #stanger things fanfic

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jaylikesrainbowtigers · 2 years

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Hollogrove head canons pt 2

See part 1 for a lot more context.

Heather and Billy’s dates usual involve going to Heather’s house getting food (from parents or from a takeaway) and watching a movie or listening to music.

Heathers parents actually don’t mind Heather dating Billy. As long as he treats her right.

Tom can very much be the mean business man that he is at work but at home he is a lot nicer. He definitely is a lot better than Billy’s dad.

Billy and Heather like to recommend music to each other so their music ranges from Metallica to Madonna.

Heather has a adorable, cream Maine Coon called Oliver. Billy was having a silent freak out when he first met him because f l u f f y.

When Tommy and Carol found out about the couple the first thing Tommy did was hand Carol five dollars.

Billy and Heather still let people flirt with them and slightly flirted back but never got with anyone. The best perk of this was the fact that people who want a relationship will tip more majorly. Billy still let Karen flirt with him and arranged the meeting but was also planning on not showing up to put her off.

In this au Billy was not possessed by the mind flayer and therefore neither was Heather or her parents. So they did not find out about the whole monster thing until...

July 4th. When they snuck out of the carnival to go make out at the mall e.g. somewhere no one would be.

They both seriously freaked out and Billy immediately tried to get Max out of danger. These actions eventually lead to Eleven still escaping the mind flayer.

After this event Max and Billy ended up calling a sort of truce (and a talk about hiding relationships). They eventually came to understand that they were both really kids and whilst Billy’s actions were not excusable he did have his reasons. Because come on if you saw your younger sister with a bunch of guys she was only days before screaming at to leave her alone in a house alone combined with you having serious trauma around abusive men already, you might just assume the worst.

They eventually move in together using the money they saved up from working and a mortgage. It’s a small house in California and they bring Oliver with them. They do move before the events of season 4 but I do think one of the kids in California (either El or Will) do call Billy about what’s happening. He speeds to Hawkins pretty quickly. Obviously Max would not be Vecna’s victim this time as she doesn’t have Billy’s death as a trauma.

Also Billy kicks Jason’s butt. Heather might have helped.

#stranger things #hollogrove #billy hargrove #heather holloway #stranger things billy #stranger things Heather #stranger things max #stranger things jason

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jasmineandtheflyingcarpet · 2 years

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Boat trips and rainy season do not mix

Early in the morning my family got up and went to the docks, we were meeting up with a friend’s family to go to an island near by. We got on the boat, which was a 4 engine speed boat, and we’re ready to go. A few minutes in everything was fine the sky was nice and blue, the water was not too choppy and it was a nice relaxing ride. Shortly after, there was a huge storm cloud lurking over us. As the driver noticed the cloud, he announced that everyone need to put their life jackets on. My brother and I, being the stubborn children we are, we refuse. We thought there was no use since we knew how to swim and we’re good at it.

The cloud slowly hovered over us, as the waves in the water grew twice it’s size. While the speed boat driver increased his speed, trying to get away from the cloud, my dad said the we need to put our life jackets on, so obviously we had to listen.

Rain started pouring down bit by bit until, we could barely see what was in front of us. I got really nervous, one of my biggest fears was deep water, and by now we were in deep waters. My parents keep reinsuring me that it will be fine and nothing was going to happen. I didn’t listen to them, I knew parents tell their kids those lies all the time to try and calm them down because something is about to happen, so this made me panic and I started crying.

I stopped crying and wished for the best, not so long after the visibility was almost clear the water became calmer and we arrived at the island. It was stupid of us to go on a boat when it was rainy season, but we have learnt from our mistakes.

this might be shocking to foreigners because they don’t have rainy in their country, and when they come over, on rainy season, they would go on boats tour and visit different island. Little do they know seas here can get very rough during that time and can cause many accidents. So this can be culture shocking towards them.

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akashkumar01 · 25 days

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