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cyberwavelit · 4 years

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Gamer's Debt (Short Story)

"Crap, all I wanted was the gold chest so I can buy some extra lives. If I don't get any more extra lives, I'll lose all my gold when I die. How am I supposed to win if I have to pay for every damn thing?" Joden stepped down the ramp of his Blourgan cruiser and surveyed the alien landscape. It was barren except for the remains of a small village that he had just annihilated with a two-ton necro-missile.

"That's life. People are generally selfish, impatient, and insecure. Game companies use these weaknesses to motivate players. Maybe you shouldn't have blown up the village, is all I'm saying." The pilot of the cruiser, Jershamalama, spoke through his comm.

"But how does anyone get the hell out of this game if they can never win? I've been stuck in this hell hole for thirty days! My body’s back in the real world, rotting away.”

"Hey, you wanted to play, didn't you? Maybe if we travel to a non-npc sector we can trade off some of this junk we get every time we kill an enemy.” His pilot stared at him from the cockpit.

Joden looked back, “I feel like a slave. That garbage is only worth a pinto cent. It’ll take decades to get to the end game. And besides, that's if we can take off with all that junk. It'll take us a few hours to get back into the atmosphere. It's like a Fetch-22."

"You mean a fetch quest?"

"Yeah, something like that." said Joden taking out his cent-o-meter. It consumed his health bar as it scanned the surrounding sector. His eyes darted around his visor interface, looking at all the blips and bubbles that pinged. “I wish I could afford the Super Hyper Gold Jetpack that all the booster players use.”

“They only release that on the first Wednesday of every other month with a sign-on fee, an option to buy stocks in EternaEntertinament, a monthly fee, a mental evaluation, and maintenance fees when your able to grab it from one of the random places it spawns, like the Hell planet Infernum or the planet Madness Descent. Plus, I hear they only give you like a 3 second jump.”

“What?!” He nearly tripped over a crumpled alien body. “You can’t be serious. My mom’s going to kill me. I told her I was going to school. I figured I could just sign up for a few games, try my hand at Galactic Teamslayer, and be back at the rent-a-plex by nine. That was a month ago!”

“Relax. They won’t even notice you’re gone. Most parents have been sucked into this new thing called Binge Child Raising. EternaEntertinament created it too. It’s a simulation where adults can raise children and not have them become reclusive, angst-ridden failures. They’re really gouging everyone for money, real and fake, young and old.”

“You shoulda seen it when it was it first came out. The servers would never load and you had to sit there, in the darkness, watching a timer run out as they patched their simulation. It was like holding your breath under water.” The pilot sucked his teeth. “Hang on a sec. Have to rate the game again—after this ad.”

“Yeah, I hate doing this every hour.” The astronaut picked up a child’s toy from the clutched hand of a sloblarian. “Wonder what this is worth. I heard that we used to play with things like this, not just video games where you pay to win. Up, hang on a sec, got an ad playing.”

Joden’s reality changed. He was sitting on a park bench. A duck came up to him, honking and pulling at his pants. The countdown to the end of the ad appeared in his peripheral. It quaked and quaked until Joden threw down a few coins to skip it.

Back in game world he was still holding the toy. He threw it down with distain and a lack of remembrance for such physical trifles.

He was then asked to rate the game. He voted as he always had, giving it a one-star out of three. There was a chime and a message: “We’re sorry you’re not enjoying your time in our game world. Perhaps if you were more openminded and understanding of the fact that you may not always get what you want, you might have a better experience with our merchandise. Please lower your expectations. Thank you.”

Joden coughed to drown out the message he had heard a hundred times. “I’m so tired of game companies stealing from us. Don’t they realize that it’ll only make the game suffer?”

“Yeah,” responded the pilot, “let’s go steal something.”

“I’m so tired, Jersh. I just want to go somewhere where we can kill an alien race and grind their bones into dust. What’s so wrong with that?”

“If you only knew, kid. On its launch the game world wasn’t even finished. Eterna used the gamers to construct most of the planets using the build-and-play incentive. Those gamers signed a contract that said that they had to make at least four hundred ‘products’ before they could actually the game. They called it the ‘fix-it-later’ release. The products they were referring to was one galaxy. Those designer gamers are probably still waiting…”

“Four hund--?” Joden held up his fist to the pilot, who had been watching from the ship’s windshield. “That’s extortion!”

The astronaut had disembarked about five hundred meters from the ship. Steam bellowed from its worn exhaust. “Why did you call me kid? How old are you? I mean I know you have the same avatar as me…”

“Age doesn’t matter either. Yeah, I couldn’t afford the customizations either.” Jersh tapped his helmet. “So, I guess we both have the same face.”

“And same weapons, gear, armor, boots, ships, weapon skins, and abilities.” He noticed a large oval blob on his visor’s HUD. It was moving closer behind a small series of stone pillars.

“Oh no, I have the blue-skinned Rigormortis rifle. It’s got this badass blue stripe on the side. Cost me 20,000 gold, 200 platinum, and 4 of my lifesaving’s accounts. If I didn’t have this stripe, I’d probably go insane or worse, color blind.”

“Shut up, dude. Something’s coming. I think it’s a surviving sloblarian. I hear they get angro really quick. I don’t want to die here, man. I never bought a 600-gold resurrection pack. It’ll take sixty days to load back in…”

Jersh responded, sounding distracted, “You’re fine. Just cap it in the head or something.”

The purple blob was twenty meters away. If it wanted to attack it would have to come out into the open and charge him. He could tell there was movement but it was more restless than threatening. Joden took out his rifle and fired at the rock tower. The gun exploded in his hands, sending his obliterated fingers in multiple directions.

“Ah damnit! I forgot about the maintenance fee!”

The figure bounded from the pillar and slunk slowly towards the enemy astronaut. It skulked across the yellow, Phallusian sand with its omni-dexterous flippers. Arriving to the hunched-over human its tugged at his spacesuit and motioned for him to come closer.

“Gross dude, it wants to talk to me. What should I do?” The rounded head bobbed up and down like a rubbery ball. It seemed to be injured or at least miserable.

Joden heard distinct crunching noises emanating from the pilot’s mouth. “IDK. Step on it I guess.”

The polymorphous blob at his feet opened its crevice-like mouth and appeared to gasp for air. But it wasn’t gasping. It was whispering. He leaned down and listened.

“Dunk…prrray…Donk pppreeeey.” It was saying, and gargled as its lips flapped. “Doooonnk plllaaaaay. Chooose nut to pprraaaaay. Fyind sumting essl to do wilth yourg tyhme.”

“Oh, hell no!” shouted the man, as he squashed the creature’s face with his boot. It was like stepping on a water balloon filled with pebbles. He looked at where his hands used to be and screamed into the sky. “What does it all mean? Why do I always have to be punished! I’ve been in the same place for too long!”

"It's not good to live in a dream.” More crunching came from the ship. “You sometimes forget what life is like."

Virtual blood splashed onto the dry dirt from his nubs. A few splatters mixed with the alien’s internal fluids. The reflective pool at his feet showed his avatar’s face, the same face of his pilots. He searched rapidly for any signs of wealth or material possession. There was nothing but ooze and viscera. Tattered cloth around the dead alien’s head was smushed and torn.

He turned toward the ship with a look of bewilderment. “How many gamers are trapped here? We can’t be the only ones. This game isn’t anything like what they advertised. They lied to us! Who would want to be stuck in this perpetual nightmare of pay-to-play, pay-to-build, pay-to-live, pay-to-pay mechanics?”

“I don’t think you get it.” The pilot was still eating. “Companies do this to consumers because consumers let them. The general belief is that consumers are very smart but when’s the last time you heard someone say: ‘I won’t buy that because it goes against my code of ethics?’ None, no one’s ever said that. People like spending money. It’s in our blood. Its our nature to trust rich people. They seem to have all the right answers even when they don’t. They make the truths that we all follow. Besides, how could they get all that money if they had bad intentions.”

The mercenary vessel hovered three feet off the ground and its nose pointed at the runner. Its pilot could be seen through the windshield, “Sorry newb, you’re becoming to be a real downer.”

“I thought you were my friend!” he whimpered, his nubs heaving back and forth.

The ship elevated to ten feet. “None of us are really friends. We’re all just trying to make a living. And I need one more kill for the Slayer Award. We’re all just numbers.”

As he came to the plateau where he had disembarked, he held up his invisible hands to shield his face. “I just want to go home! I just want to go home.”

A cybersonic laser beam burst from the cruiser’s forward cannons. He felt the hot bathing light of the beam and then felt nothing at all.

“I can’t get out…I can’t…” He awoke in darkness. A screen appeared that read the same message he received hundreds of times, “You have died. Looks like you have low gear and feeble weapons. Would you like to buy a booster pack?”

“No.” he responded.

“A looter box?”

“No!”

He said the same words over and over before. The message continued, “You have elected to refuse game-provided assistance. This is a poor decision. In order to continue gameplay without using game-provided assistance please insert thirty-seven-point-one resurrection tokens.”

He wanted to cry but said, “I don’t have any.”

Joden lowered his shoulders and looked at his current debt. It read: “-387,000.” He breathed out, collapsing his chest, and grew red-faced. “No!” he shouted.

There was another pause and the form disappeared. For several moments there was darkness and silence. “Very well.” The automated voice returned. “You have chosen reincarnation. Goodbye.”

“No!” he screamed defiantly. “No!”

Then, all of a sudden, he felt strange. He looked out through oddly-colored eyes. His hands had returned but they had three fingers instead of five. When he tried to speak, he could only gasp through what felt like a straw. The sand that he walked on grew hardened in his webbed feet. An alien girl danced toward him, carrying a toy. She hugged him with pencil-thin arms and turned towards the sky. Tattered robes fell along his arm and he patted the girl’s head. He looked up, to where the girl was gazing and saw a massive fireball break through the atmosphere. A necro-missile came out of the fiery plume, heading straight for their small, stony village.

#shortstory #short story #scifi #science fiction #oc tag

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edenial · 6 years

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I've fallen behind... what the heck is going in with twenty one pilots?? Did something new happen? I know about the tower and basically all about the first update whenever that happened, can't remember, but I know nothing about the newest stuff

okay you need to catch up on a lot, let me tell you and link you everthing you need to know

so, first thing you need to know is that the eye closed in 7 pictures, and that in each update there is something corallating to the lyrics in those pictures.

we have now had 6 updates. the pictures of the eye closing were published on the 6th of july last year, and since music releases by fueled by ramen tend to be on fridays (and would you look at that this friday is the 6th of july what a coincidence right) i just went ahead and assumed that we’re gonna get the seventh update this friday.

the first was finding the site : you’ll have to come and find me

the second was the clancy letter “you’re still sleeping” : my pretty sleeper

the third was a cheetah gif: the eye pic was a slowtown lyric, and the song also has the lyrics “we’re going too fast” i mean you see where im going with this

the forth clue was the title of the photo of 21 men “not my only friend”: the lyrics were from truce

the fifth one was the gif of a vulture (not actually blinking): nobody dreams when they blink

the sixth is associated with the first sentence in clancys double-sided poem “a lifeless light surrounds us each night” : remember the morning is when night it dead

the seventh being and now i just sit in silence, i assume silence is gonna be the name for a single or the album itself because of the reasons i wrote on my post.

I’m gonna put the keep reading thing here because this post will be a bitch to scroll past. so many things to talk about, so buckle tf up.

so yeah, this is the basic structure of these hints and updates. between these main hints we got a lot of cryptic clues, huge dog-bones and reward-treats.

you already know about the first clue which was finding the site.

after that we got an update on the site with the letter from clancy. some words had letters that were missing, which spelled out “you’re still sleeping”, hence the my pretty sleeper lyric. this basically means the eyes still closed i guess, no biggie.

the third was this wonderful cheetah gif code-named 3lurr

people have found that in 2012 the TOP twitter posted this:

so obviously the cheetah has a meaning here. as people tried to find out what this gif was about they also figured out where its from. It’s from a movie called “Duma”. Yeah, Duma, like Dema. mind. blown. i know. and it’s about this boy that finds a baby cheetah. Turns out Duma is also a Russian council set up by Nicholas II. (*ahem* Nico). Isn’t it amazing when things fit in like a pre-planned puzzle?

names are very central here since you probably know the 9 names in the middle of the dema map from the first update. the next person we’ll talk about is andré weil.

André Weil is the guy cropped out of the photo of the little kid. He’s a french mathematician. He basically invented the Ø with 9 people. 9 bishops, 9 circles, 9 mathematicians.. you see what I’m digging into here? Also, the null sign (null means Zero) means absence, empty (aka silence? no?)

P.S: this dude also claimed that he “mathematically proved that God is real”. and as if all of this was planned for years, he worked on the concept of uniform space (SILENCE GIVES YOU SPACE) and stuff with a dude named Nicholas Bourbaki. yep, another Nico.

Something about this guy named Nico, (which then turned out to also be in a song title: Nico and the Niners - remember those 9 guys i just mentioned?) keeps appearing everywhere. In the cheetah gif 3lurr we talked about there have been letters literally moving too fast. when someone slowed it down they found it said “You still don’t know his name do you?” and “Nico Nico” (Nicholas II. remember?). Idk what other people think but i think this might be about the narrator of this album (clancy) and his adversary (nico) maybe? Like tyler and blurry where Nico is our winner and Clancy the dying man? Or maybe Nico is the leader of the nine and Clancy is an ally? not enough hints to understand it yet, at least for me. maybe Clancy is not his only friend? idk

Quick side-note: Nico (Niko) means victory of the people, basically a war hero in greek. Thats very interesting isn’t it. I thought so too.

The other song title leaked is Jumpsuit. Nico and The Niners and Jumpsuit were both found on the PPL Repertoire List, which lists all copyrighted songs for artists. (It’s been removed now, probably to protect song leaks.) The new Panic! at the Disco song titles had also been on here i think abt 2 weeks before the Say Amen video got posted. So in our case it would mean that we get a new Single around the 13th of July. Since they are both Fueled by Ramen bands, it could be that they have this protocol with every single they release.

Then we got 2 major updates, major because we finally literally heard from Tyler.

The thing is now it seems we are going back to where it all started, to the play, the war in it, 1939 (also the number of likes on their twitter, just saying). in the site dmaorg.info we now have a new picture of 21 people (who look a lot like those textbook soldiers looking over graves in the trenches that you see in WW2 might i add) in the same position the vultures are. it really feels like this is gonna be a going back to the origins, to the slow and deep self-titled times. to remember where the name came from, and to honor it. there are so many nodds to the play its impossible not to think about self-titled.

i saw an interview where tyler said he wanted to focus more on lyrics and make something less fun and dancey, and more like the self-titled album. with much better production of course. maybe thats why i have all of this in my mind.

Now, since we know that even image names are important clues, and that the photo has the title“__n_ot_myo_nly_fri_en d” under it, we took the image name of this photo of 21 men and entered it into the website just like we did with the violation code. and jackpot. bulls-eye. it led to a video. it doesn’t sound like anything remotely transcribable. i know. so, of course, it needs to be sped up and reversed.

some people heard “we are perdidos” which means “we are lost”, but in a minute you’ll see why this is not the case.

PS: the code, 2018_514_3_8 also spells out TRENCH which ties in with the whole war theme that I mentioned above.

next two updates are the vulture gif (named i as in eye - look at it not blinking)

and the second clancy letter (named reverse in reverse i mean come on)

clancy’s letter is scarily depressing and sad. but more importantly it starts with the line “a lifeless light surrounds us each night”. like the sixth clue suggests, ‘remember the morning is when night is dead.’ dead light, and dead night.

if you obey tyler and reverse the letter sentence by sentence, it still makes absolute sense and changes its meaning. and its kinda insane that they actually did this.

Another thing we got was this image with just a yellow strip and some numbers.

If you put that yellow strip over the double-sided poem you get the words “we are banditos”, portuguese for ‘we are bandits’. now the reverse message actually makes some fucking sense because its exactly what tyler said. told you you’d get it in a minute.

the numbers create 2018_514_3_8, meaning tylers message was in fact this sentence.

the sixth being lyrics from message man, i have a feeling clancy is the message man. the message man being the messanger between dema and the people outside? and nico is maybe a name for silence? the nine bishops maybe being 9 helpers of blurry and silence being an ally for blurry? blurry being dema? i really have no idea i really dont know.

this is it as far as i remember. i hope you are fully uodated now. welcome back to hiatus hell!

#twenty one pilots #21p #21 pilots #top #tyler joseph #josh dun #dema #clancy #blurry #my text #anon #answered #asks #anonymous

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melanoradrood · 6 years

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WIP Wednesday

This is Part 2 of Chapter 1 of the dad!Cassian fic, which is currently still not named. It’s my active writing project and I’m thinking I may actually have the first chapter finished by Friday, but idk if I’m going to start posting it or not - and Chapter 2 is almost done as it is. Anyways. HERE YOU GO WIP WEDNESDAY

Chapter 1 Part 1 Chapter 2 Part 1 tw: blood, injuries, surgery, basic post-scarif medical things

The medical wing is pure insanity when Jyn steps inside, but there was a rhythm to it, one that she was quickly swept up into. A 2-1B unit came over and did a quick assessment, then assigned her a bed… not that Jyn actually did more than glance at it. The unit was moving onto another bed, but she had no interest in sitting down. Sitting down would be letting the weight of everything that had happen crash down around her, and she didn’t have time for it.

She needed to check on her team, make sure Bodhi was okay, needed to check on Baze and Chirrut, needed to -

Cassian. She needed to know if Cassian was alive. He had survived the travel back, pushing the hyperdrive to it’s limits, but the damage had been so severe, there was nothing they could do, not like with Chirrut - with Chirrut, they could stop the bleeding. With Cassian, she didn’t even know what was wrong, other than the fact that he was passed out from the pain.

Kay had escorted her to medical, and then quickly turned away, taking the child with him. Not the child. Cassian’s daughter. Cassian had a daughter, a small child, only a year or two younger than Jyn had been when her mama died and her papa had been taken away - they were bad memories, and now they flared up, because she was afraid that little girl was about to lose her father. Where was the mother? Where had she even come from?

She can’t think about it, can’t think about her mama, telling to trust in the Force, can’t think about Cassian, promising that he believed in her, can’t think about the thud, the hit, the repeating sound in her mind, bone meeting metal, the thud, the horrifying sound of what Jyn had thought was Cassian’s last breath escaping his lungs. She can’t sit here, she can’t just - she can’t.

Flying back here, she hadn’t really thought about who was with them, who survived, other than the fact that Cassian, Cassian, he was with her. There had been sixteen spies that flew with them to Scarif, but only six remained. The last four, the ones she didn’t recognize, they must have landed on the beach with the reinforcements. Multiple Uwings had touched down - had any others escaped the surface? Were they all that was left of those that touched the beach?

Jyn is not a member of the Rebellion - not really. Melshi had given her a rank, Sergeant, on the flight to Scarif, and Cassian had signed off on it, but it wasn’t official, even if Kay had been calling her that rank. That stated, she is the one that led them there, she’s the one that led the charge, she’s the one that had raced across the beaches, carrying their only hope - she was the one still standing, and these were her men. She was going to make sure they were okay.

She walked by each bed, looking them over. There was blaster grazes getting cleaned, a few broken bones, lots of cuts and bruises, but no one too bad. In truth, those that had made it on board the transport were able to get there themselves. It was only her proximity to the ship that allowed her to make it on board with her own injury, and Bodhi had been able to walk there.

Cassian and Chirrut - both had been carried, the former by Kay, the second by Baze, who had apparently left his repeater cannon behind. She suspected the Guardian had had his arms full of a greater treasure.

No one that couldn’t get themselves there had made it off. There hadn’t been time, never enough time, they couldn’t check the bodies, check for wounded, check for - those that were here, they had minor injuries, because if it was anything major, they were left behind. She had taken them there, and left them to die, to die at the hands of her father’s weapon.

Cassian and Chirrut were no where to be seen, but Baze was there, standing beside the bed that Bodhi was sitting propped up on. His hand, or, where his hand should be, was being worked on by two medics, and the pilot looked a little out of it, a grin on his face, which meant that the wires connected to him were the good stuff.

“They said I’ll be able to fly again!” He’s practically gushing, and she nods a little, looking to what’s missing. “I’ll get a prosthetic and everything! They can’t take me into surgery until there’s an open bed, so they’re cleaning it now, but then they’re going to let me rest for a while - but you’ll be here when I wake up, right?”

He looks so happy and she gives a nod, smiling at him. She wants to touch him, but they’re about to wheel away his bed, whatever they were doing completed. “Of course. We’ll see you when you’re done.”

She’s still standing there when Bodhi disappears behind a set of doors, and she’s left to suck in a breath, to look at Baze. Baze, who’s the only other one left standing, because Chirrut, because Cassian -

She half sags into Baze, who catches her, and she suddenly remembers her own wounds, her arm that is definitely broken, the blaster shot to her leg, and she doesn’t even argue when she’s scooped up and carried back to her bed. She needs to talk to someone, someone that will give them news, because she doesn’t think she’s authorized to ask, but they’re family - except Cassian has a family, and if they don’t tell her what’s going on, she might just lose it.

“Find out about Chirrut. They’ll tell you, because you came here together, and then find Kay. I don’t know if we’re under arrest or what - we did stage a mutiny. See if Kay can contact Mon Mothma, or Bail Organa. They’re the most likely to be sympathetic to us.” She has to form a plan, has to figure out a way to get them all treated, to take care of Bodhi, to find out about Cassian to ask about - she needs to find out about the plans. She needs to know if they were received.

Baze gives a nod, then squeezes her hand, the one that isn’t covered in burns, and she squeezes it back, as tight as she can, before he disappears, looking as though he will murder anyone that tells him no.

Everything is a blur for a few minutes, the reality of the past few weeks, of everything she has endured, crashing down around her. She’s so tired, her body battered and bruised, and she can’t move because moving is exhausting, existing is just -

She doesn’t even try to fight off the next droid that approaches her, and she realizes, briefly, that she’s getting a full body scan. It says nothing, so she guesses it can’t be too bad, but then a medic approaches with scissors. Right, her pants. She barely even feels it anymore, but there’s a wound to her side.

The next hour is excruciating - The entirety of the wound has to be cleaned, and it’s a painstaking process, getting out every last bit of dirt and debris, all of the dead skin as well, until eventually they say it’s done - they, because more medics came to join as they finished elsewhere. Her hand is cleaned as well, but no treatment yet. Her arm still has to be reset and they’re waiting on someone to come down for it.

Jyn thinks she makes it worse, though, when they start putting on the gel on her leg. The bacta dressing stings at first, or maybe she’s just imagining it, but she’s never really had bacta before - there was no luxury like this. The dressing is completely covered, though, and then the bones in her arm are reset. That receives a bacta cream and a cast to be removed in a week, and then her hand gets a thin layer of bacta gel.

“You’ll have to remain here overnight,” the medic says as he starts looking around, and she realizes they’re trying to figure out where to keep her, because she isn’t a rebel, because she’s a no one, has nothing, not even a pair of pants to replace the ones that were just cut. “In the morning, we’ll change the dressing on your leg, and then you’ll be released. You will have to get another treatment every day for a week, and then we’ll take off your cast and decide from there.”

“A week?” she asks, and she’s surprised, because why would she even still be here in a week? She’ll likely be sent on a transport to another planet, or thrown into a cell. “What if… I don’t think I’ll be allowed to stay.”

“And why not?” Comes a clear voice, and Jyn turns her head to see it’s Senator Mothma, looking regal and put together in her white robes. Jyn sucks in a breath, and even the medic stands taller. “You are a Sergeant of the Rebellion Army, are you not?”

Jyn says nothing for a moment, then licks her lips. She doesn’t really know. Maybe she is. Maybe she isn’t. Maybe, if Cassian dies…

“I know that space is limited, but I need to speak with Sergeant Erso in private. Can that be arranged, a private room for the evening?”

The medic doesn’t look like he’s going to argue, and Jyn sucks in a breath, because if they’re speaking in private, it might be about Cassian, about her future here, about the unsanctioned mission and the dead, and - maybe it’s about the little girl, the one that had clung to Kay.

“Of course, Senator. It will take a few moments.”

The Senator follows him, and Jyn is left in the bed, waiting to be moved, or - her eye catches on the doorway, where Mon Mothma had just come through, and she sees them, sees Kay standing there, a little girl beside him, clinging to his leg. They’re looking at her, and she looks back, watches them, until a medic approaches and takes them through another door.

Probably to tell them whether or not Cassian is still alive.

#wip wednesday #unfinished fic alert #rebelcaptain #you held on tight ( and i built a home )

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lemonadetyler · 7 years

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Couldn’t Wait (Tyler x Reader)

- Smut

- High school student oneshot type thing idk

- Happy sinning :)

“I want to go home,” you tell your best friend.

“It’s the first day. We literally have gone to two periods,” she replies.

“I don’t care. I’m a senior and I’m ready to graduate and get out of Columbus,”

“And be with Tyler?” she smirks at you.

“Hey! Keep your voice down, no one is supposed to know about our relationship,” you whisper.

“It’s okay, no one heard. When was the last time you saw him?” she asks.

“He came back two months ago when they had a two-week break. He should be flying in tomorrow now that the tour’s done,” you explain.

“What’s going to happen to you two once high school is over?” she asks.

“Hopefully, we can tell the world about us and stop sneaking around Columbus,” you say as the bell rings.

“Shit. I got to go but I’ll see you at lunch.” she tells you before rushing off.

It’s hard to take being away from Tyler for so long. You wouldn’t have even met with if you never snuck into the bar. He didn’t know you were 17 when you met. You fell in love and now you’re paying the price.

You walk into your third-period music class and take the seat you had sat in for all your previous years of high school. The teacher, Mr. Barcodi, was practically family after all the time you had spent in his class. During your rough patches, you were eating lunch in his room. He was someone you would actually miss once your final year comes to an end. Mr. Barcodi walks out of his office and begins to speak, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Okay! I see lots of familiar faces! I’m excited for this year a lot and we’re going to be doing some amazing stuff,” Mr. Barcodi finishes.

“I thought to get everyone ready for the year we could have a great start to the year so I really lucked out and pulled some strings to get us an amazing guest speaker,” Mr. Barcodi finishes but it was too late, he lost you. Tyler Joseph, in the flesh, is walking out of Mr. Barcodi’s office and to the front of the room, joining Mr. Barcodi.

“Tyler, would you like to take it from here?”

“Yeah, so I just came to talk about music and all that jazz,” Tyler begins as he glances around the room.

“It’s really more than just the notes you guys see on the page. Music can do something to you,” Tyler says as he meets your gaze and smiles before breaking it, causing you to blush.

You aren’t sure what Tyler said. You’re too dazed by the fact that he’s really here to pay attention and register what he’s saying.

“You okay?” Mr. Barcodi asks you, hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry Mr. B.,” you answer.

“I really wanted to give you a chance to talk to Tyler. I know you like Twenty One Pilots and really think you all could have some important discussions. You are my star student after all,” he smiles at you.

“I’d love to!” You reply, maybe a bit too eager.

“Why don’t you two go into a practice room for the last twenty minutes of class while I pass out papers. Soak up every minute of it,” he directs you and all you can do is return a nod in response.

Mr. Barcodi walks over and speaks with Tyler before Tyler walks over to you and follows you to a practice room down a hallway that connects all the music rooms to each other.

Tyler shuts the door behind you to signal that the practice room is in use and that’s it. You can’t take it anymore. You connect your lips in a steamy kiss before he quickly pulls away.

“I missed you so much but are there cameras in here?” Tyler asks you.

“None,” you reply and Tyler is back on you. He runs his hands through your hair and slowly moves his tongue to trace patterns on yours.

“Stop leaving me for so long,” you mumble when you both pull away for a breath.

“Come with me on tour,” he replies before gently placing his lips back on yours. His hands are working their way to your face and he’s trailing kisses down your face, not leaving a single part of you untouched. He pulls your hair to the other side of your face, leaving your neck exposed and begins to work his magic, nibbling on the special spot you love.

“Tyler,” you say as a moan escapes your lips.

“We can’t do this right now,” you finish but he isn’t budging.

“Tyler, seriously. Why are you ever here?” you speak sternly, pulling away.

“Glad you’re excited to see me,” he replies.

“You know what I meant,” you say.

“I might have run into your teacher and got recognized at the airport and might have thought it’d be a great way to surpise you,” he grins.

“Ty, that’s adorable, but we cannot do this right now,” you tell him.

“Babe, do you hear that? There’s instruments coming from all directions. We’re behind three doors to any classroom and this door is locked with no windows. No one is going to hear us,” he tells you.

“I don’t know,” you whisper.

“Come on, let me make you feel good,” he pleads and you give in, throwing your arms back around him.

“There’s my girl. I missed this,” he smiles and grazes his teeth back over your neck. He keeps kissing and sucking on your neck, surely leaving bruises, as he works his way down to your collarbone. His hands are moving your t-shirt to allow better access to you but soon he is just tugging it over your head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he slides the straps of your bra off your shoulders. Kisses are being flooded on your breasts, but he has yet to tug on your nipples like you love and it’s driving you crazy. He bites down on one of your breasts, leaving a marking for sure, and you cry out.

“Tyler, I can’t take this. We have to stop before I lose it,” you beg.

“We don’t have to stop,” he tells you but you cut him off.

“Tyler,” you sigh. You want him but this is so risky.

“Give me two minutes and I’ll change your mind,” he says and before you can answer he has you picked up and slammed against a wall with your hands pinned above your head.

He slides your bra down a bit and pulls out your breasts, cupping them with hands and even squeezing them a bit.

“I missed these perfect titties,” he tells you as he begins to suck on your nipple, teasing you with his teeth. He sucks your nipples raw until they are engorged and you can’t take it anymore. He lightly bites down, forcing you to moan out and crumble beneath him. He holds you up, keeping you in place as he ever - so - lightly moves his hips against you, lighting a fire in you.

“Stop teasing,” you huff out.

“Anything for my princess,” he replied and picks you up, laying you down across 2 desks that had been placed in the room. He yanks your jeans off and delicately pulls down your underwear to reveal your dripping core.

“Are you this wet for me?” Tyler asks you once he has lowered his head to you and all you can do is nod your head us with his hot breathing on your clit.

He kisses all around your thighs, causing goosebumps to appear all down your legs. As he moves his way up your legs, closer and closer to your bikini line, you squirm under his touch, trying to get closer to him.

“Patience, babygirl,” he tells you as he kisses your stomach and all around the inside of your bikini line. Slowly, he leaves a trail of kisses down your pussy, intentionally excluding your clit. He inserts his tongue into you and begins to work on you before pulling out to replace his tongue with his finger.

“You like that? When I finger fuck you?” he asks you.

“I love it,” you breathe out to him in between your moans.

He traces his tongue all down your pussy before swiping it over your sweet spot.

“More, Tyler. That feel’s so good,” you beg. Tyler proceeds to eat you out and with one sharp jab of his tongue, you’re nearly at your climax.

“Don’t stop,” you yell and reach down to pull his head closer to your pussy, trying as hard as you can to get as close to him as you can. Tyler is licking your pussy and you’re shaking under his touch. He sucks on your clit until you can’t breathe. You rock your hips back and forth, aching for your release.

“Ty,” you moan.

“Let me come,” you demand and Tyler begins to flick his tongue back and forth on your clit, pushing you over the edge. You buck your hips up and squeeze your thighs around Tyler’s head. You ride out your wave, moaning your boyfriend’s name the entire time.

Tyler releases his grip on you and tugs his clothes off as you catch your breath, still lying on the desks. When he comes back to you, you reach out for his cock but he grabs your hand and stops you short.

“This is about you,” he tells you. Tyler grabs hold of your hips and pulls you to the edge of the desks. Kissing all over your stomach before he spreads your legs to give him access to your needy pussy. Tyler places his cock right on your entrance and glides it up and down, driving you insane, making you wetter and wetter as time goes on.

“Ready?” He asks you.

“Please,” you respond and he wastes no time before slowly pushing into you. You conform to his size and shiver once he gets all the way inside of you. He begins to move back and forth at an achingly slow pace. The only noises in the room are your whimpers and the sound of his cock gliding in and out of your dripping pussy.

“Come on, Ty. Don’t hold back,” you tell him and he responds by adjusting and forcibly pushing into you. Back and forth, your bodies clap together.

“H-harder, Ty,” you choke out and Tyler begins to slam into you. You remove one of his hands from your hips and place it on your tit, letting him tweak your nipples as he fucks you. After a few moments of pulling on your nipples, he moves his hand to your clit and begins to rub fast circles into you.

“Right there!” You scream as he plunges into you and his hand brings you close.

“Fuck, babygirl,” Tyler hisses as he bites his lip, staring down at you while he owns you.

“I’m almost there,” he tells you and after he forces himself into you one more time he spills his load into you.

“Come for me, baby,” he tells you and with his words your orgasm releases.

“Tyler!” you moan as you come, crumbling beneath him as he continues to pump into you. With every movement he makes, lightning explodes within you, leaving you in ecstasy.

Once done catching your breath, Tyler picks you up and has you wrap your legs around his waist. He plants a big, sloppy kiss on you with his reddened lips.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Ty.”

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[SF] Gamer's Debt

"But how does anyone get the hell out of this game if they can never win? I've been stuck in this hell hole for thirty days! My body’s back in the real world, rotting away.”

"Hey, you wanted to play, didn't you? Maybe if we travel to a non-npc sector we can trade off some of this junk we get every time we kill an enemy.” His pilot stared at him from the cockpit.

"You mean a fetch quest?"

Joden was too focused on the horizon where a few blips were going off. They were purple, which meant that they were low-value targets. Everything seemed to be purple. “I never asked--how long you been here?” “You shoulda seen it when it was it first came out. The servers would never load and you had to sit there, in the darkness, watching a timer run out as they patched their simulation. It was like holding your breath under water.” The pilot sucked his teeth. “Hang on a sec. Have to rate the game again—after this ad.”

Back in game world he was still holding the toy. He threw it down with distain and a lack of remembrance for such physical trifles.

Joden coughed to drown out the message he had heard a hundred times. “I’m so tired of game companies stealing from us. Don’t they realize that it’ll only make the game suffer?”

“Yeah,” responded the pilot, “let’s go steal something.” “I’m so tired, Jersh. I just want to go somewhere where we can kill an alien race and grind their bones into dust. What’s so wrong with that?”

“Four hund--?” Joden held up his fist to the pilot, who had been watching from the ship’s windshield. “That’s extortion!”

“Welcome to the world. They get away with it because it’s a game world. You can do anything in the game world like gambling, murder, blackmail, forced labor, and forced sodomy. Nothing’s real so nothing matters.” The astronaut had disembarked about five hundred meters from the ship. Steam bellowed from its worn exhaust. “Why did you call me kid? How old are you? I mean I know you have the same avatar as me…”

“Age doesn’t matter either. Yeah, I couldn’t afford the customizations either.” Jersh tapped his helmet. “So, I guess we both have the same face.”

“And same weapons, gear, armor, boots, ships, weapon skins, and abilities.” He noticed a large oval blob on his visor’s HUD. It was moving closer behind a small series of stone pillars.

“Ah damnit! I forgot about the maintenance fee!” The figure bounded from the pillar and slunk slowly towards the enemy astronaut. It skulked across the yellow, Phallusian sand with its omni-dexterous flippers.

Arriving to the hunched-over human its tugged at his spacesuit and motioned for him to come closer.

“Gross dude, it wants to talk to me. What should I do?” The rounded head bobbed up and down like a rubbery ball. It seemed to be injured or at least miserable.

Joden heard distinct crunching noises emanating from the pilot’s mouth. “IDK. Step on it I guess.”

The polymorphous blob at his feet opened its crevice-like mouth and appeared to gasp for air. But it wasn’t gasping. It was whispering. He leaned down and listened.

“Dunk…prrray…Donk pppreeeey.” It was saying, and gargled as its lips flapped. “Doooonnk plllaaaaay. Chooose nut to pprraaaaay. Fyind sumting essl to do wilth yourg tyhme.”

"It's not good to live in a dream.” More crunching came from the ship. “You sometimes forget what life is like." Virtual blood splashed onto the dry dirt from his nubs. A few splatters mixed with the alien’s internal fluids. The reflective pool at his feet showed his avatar’s face, the same face of his pilots. He searched rapidly for any signs of wealth or material possession. There was nothing but ooze and viscera. Tattered cloth around the dead alien’s head was smushed and torn.

“I don’t think you get it.” The pilot was still eating.

“Companies do this to consumers because consumers let them. The general belief is that consumers are very smart but when’s the last time you heard someone say: ‘I won’t buy that because it goes against my code of ethics?’ None, no one’s ever said that. People like spending money. It’s in our blood. Its our nature to trust rich people. They seem to have all the right answers even when they don’t. They make the truths that we all follow. Besides, how could they get all that money if they had bad intentions.”

Joden used his character’s remaining strength to rush back towards the Blourgan cruiser. He felt a draft of air coming in the direction of the ship, and heard the engine roaring to life. “What the hell are you doing?” The mercenary vessel hovered three feet off the ground and its nose pointed at the runner. Its pilot could be seen through the windshield, “Sorry newb, you’re becoming to be a real downer.”

“I thought you were my friend!” he whimpered, his nubs heaving back and forth.

The ship elevated to ten feet. “None of us are really friends. We’re all just trying to make a living. And I need one more kill for the Slayer Award. We’re all just numbers.”

As he came to the plateau where he had disembarked, he held up his invisible hands to shield his face. “I just want to go home! I just want to go home.”

A cybersonic laser beam burst from the cruiser’s forward cannons. He felt the hot bathing light of the beam and then felt nothing at all.

“No.” he responded.

“A looter box?”

“No!”

He wanted to cry but said, “I don’t have any.”

The automated voice paused and spoke again after popping up a sixty-page form. “Well that sucks. In order to continue please complete the loan agreement in front of you. The loan is for $6,000. Sign here, here, and here.” Joden lowered his shoulders and looked at his current debt. It read: “-387,000.” He breathed out, collapsing his chest, and grew red-faced. “No!” he shouted.

There was another pause and the form disappeared. For several moments there was darkness and silence.

“Very well.” The automated voice returned. “You have chosen reincarnation. Goodbye.”

“No!” he screamed defiantly. “No!”

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