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dilemmaontwolegs · 11 months

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Already Gone || MV1 {5}

Pairing: Max Verstappen x spy!fem!reader Summary: It’s a quick trip to Red Bull Racing Headquarters but expecting a job interview would be too simple. Warnings: more illegal activities (expected by now) WC: 2.2k

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The room was tense as you took a seat beside Max on the couch opposite his Team Principal. No one had spoken since you were escorted into the building with half a dozen security officers and, try as you might, you couldn’t stop the smile playing on your lips. You saw the escort as a compliment, but Max didn’t see it quite the same way and was clearly irritated as he shut the door in their faces.

Christian sat back in his chair and linked his fingers over his pressed shirt. “You have your meeting, so tell me, why should I hire you?”

You were grateful he didn’t want to waste time on small talk, the sooner you sort this out the better. “Because I am clearly smarter than the people you currently have to protect your interests, and quite frankly I’m not going anywhere so you should get used to me.”

“Liefje,” Max warned softly, knowing threats weren’t the way to endear Christian to you.

“You say you are smarter, but we caught you.”

A short laugh escaped before you could contain it and you looked at Max to see his lips twitch in amusement. “You didn’t catch me,” you corrected. “I should have been gone weeks before you ever knew it was me, there was only one reason I stayed.” You squeezed Max’s hand and gave him a small smile. “He caught me.”

“How cute,” Christian commented dryly.

You ignored the remark since he was clearly still irked by the fact you had stolen from him so you moved on as if he hadn’t spoken at all. “Needless to say, I feel responsible for how the season is going and I want to fix that. You see, I have connections with people in very low places and some of them owe me for saving their asses. Turns out it doesn't take much to convince a handful of key investors of Scuderia Ferrari into dumping a large percentage of their stocks…they are just waiting on my call.”

“And you’ll only make that call after I have hired you.”

You shook your head and pulled your phone out, placing it on the table. “The call is just an olive branch, it’s up to you if you take it or not. But it would be hard for their team to afford to make upgrades when their stocks plummet.”

He reached over his desk and took the phone that was all set to make the call to the unsaved number on the screen. “So why should I hire you if hitting this button solves my problem?”

“That doesn’t solve your problem, it just solves this problem. Your facilities are still lacking any serious onsite security, you’ve invested money into cybersecurity but next to nothing internally. I could walk in here tomorrow and do it all over again.”

“Babe,” Max chuckled nervously.

“I’m not,” you assured him with a shrug. “I’m just saying I could.”

“Actually,” Christian said as he held up a finger. “Do it. Do it successfully and you’re hired.”

His eyes returned to the phone in his hand and his thumb hit the small green button before putting it on speaker as he pushed it closer to me.

The line connected but no one greeted you as was expected when organising illegal activities. It would be quite damning to answer the phone with your name if the phone was tapped.

“Greenlight for the pony drop,” you said as you held Christian’s stare over the device. “Your debt is paid.”

The call disconnected and you reclined back in your chair as you slipped the phone back into your pocket. “I suppose I will see you in the morning.”

The long mousy brown wig almost blended into the beige pant suit that was two sizes too big. Both colours were so absolutely mundane that no one would take a second look and the lack of shape was practically an invisibility shield from the eyes of the men working security. They paid absolutely no mind to you as you walked through the front doors and towards the metal scanners.

At 8.30 in the morning it was the busiest time for people arriving at work and two out of the three lanes leading to the scanners were for foot traffic coming in. It was a simple act of slipping a coin into the pocket of the woman in the lane beside you and waiting for her to step through. All eyes turned on her the moment the alarm was set off and you used the distraction to pass your small cargo around the outside of the scanner as you stepped through, the machine remaining silent.

You were already halfway down the corridor before they had finished waving the wand over the woman’s clothes and they were none the wiser with who had just entered the building. There was no doubt that more security roamed the halls than before and you slipped into the bathrooms on the next floor as another pair made their way towards you on their rounds.

As soon as the door closed, you pulled off the suit jacket and turned it inside out so it was now a white lab coat similar to the other workers in the tech labs on this floor. Next you pulled on a pair of glasses with a hideously bright frame that both drew attention and did not match your face shape because secondhand embarrassment was the simplest way to defer attention away from you.

From all your interactions with Christian you had quickly determined he was a very disciplined man that always stuck to his schedule. There was no reason that wouldn’t he wouldn’t take his 9 o’clock walk to the cafeteria, take his double shot espresso and spend a few minutes out on the glass balcony while reading the sports section of the Sun.

He expected you to sneak into the labs like you had last time, but he had no clue what you really planned.

You left your safe spot in the bathroom when the hour ticked over and took the back stairwell to the top floor where the large office sat empty. You hadn’t even told Max of the plan, you had merely kissed his lips and told him not to worry when he asked you about it in bed last night. He could have pushed it and you would have told him but he was trusting you and that meant everything.

The thought of Max waiting in the hotel where you left him half asleep was almost enough to distract you but you took a deep breath and pushed your airpods into your ear and dialled the landline number saved. Across the hall, Christian’s PA answered her office phone with a polite greeting and you checked your watch.

“Hi Janine, Charlotte from DHL here,” you spoke sweetly as you watched another minute pass and knew you were short on time before Christian returned. “I have an urgent package for Mr Horner from Oracle Head Office but security won’t let me inside. Is it possible Mr Horner can come and collect it from the front desk?”

Keys rattled and a chair squeaked as the PA stood up, the landline tucked between her head and shoulder as she slipped on her heels she had kicked off under her desk. “Mr Horner doesn’t have time to waste collecting mail,” she said. “I’ll be down in a minute to sign for it.”

She slammed the phone back on the receiver before setting a quick pace to the elevator and pressing the button repeatedly until it arrived. As soon as those doors closed you were moving to the office, armed with a print of Christian’s thumb you had lifted from your phone screen. Maybe the olive branch wasn’t as much a gift of goodwill as you made him believe.

The scanner turned green and you grinned to the camera above the door as you turned the handle, the other hand pulling the wig off your head.

You were bored by the time Christian finally opened his office door to find you reclining in his chair with your ankles crossed over his desk.

“Janine, did you let Y/N in here?” he called out to his PA who had been busy working away since she returned empty handed from reception, oblivious to your presence across the hall.

“I haven’t let anyone in, Sir.” She stood up and peered through the glass walls before her eyes widened with surprise when you waved your fingers her way. “Shall I call security?”

“No need, thank you,” Christian said before stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “How did you get in here?”

“We can talk through the security shortcomings once I’ve signed my contract,” you said with a smile as you unplugged the thumb drive that had been set up with an auto-run program to scan through all the files on Christian’s computer and you tossed it to the stunned boss. “You’ll probably want to destroy that.”

Christian stared at the small piece of tech that had just tethered your futures together and he sighed as he pushed your feet off the desk. “No one sits in my chair. Scoot.”

You jumped to your feet with a mocking salute before making your way to the chair you had sat in only yesterday. “Yes, boss. Oh, and I took the liberty of downloading the security feed, for educational purposes of course.”

“Of course you did,” he groaned and rubbed at his temples. “So what name am I putting on the damn contract?”

You reached into your pocket and pulled out your ID and a letter with your tax details before sliding them over to him. “Do you know how much harder it was to get a passport in my bona fide birth name? That seems crazy to me.”

A quick rise of his eyebrows was the only indication he agreed with you as he scanned your documents and sent them to HR. “It’ll take them a little while to put the document together.”

“That’s fine, Max will probably still be in bed,” you replied as you lay down on the couch to get comfortable.

Miraculously, the contract was sent through only five minutes later and you borrowed Christian’s fountain pen to sign your name on every line after speed reading through the standard clauses.

“I’m not your enemy, Horner,” you said as the nib hovered over the final page. “I really am here to help protect Max, and I’m the only one who knows the lengths desperate people go to in this business to win.”

For once he seemed to find your words sincere as he sat back in his chair and sighed, a look of guilt and regret in those tired blue eyes. “You’re not the only one.”

The moment hung heavy as you understood what he was admitting before accepting it with a nod. “Then you know why we have to do better.”

Max looked like he was still waking up when you stepped into the room a little after 10am. He really wasn’t a morning person and you smiled as he blinked up at you from where he hugged his pillow, his hair sticking up at all angles from tossing and turning.

“Good morning, baby,” you greeted him, placing his coffee order beside the bed before sitting at the edge.

He sat up with a groan and shifted so he was leaning against the headboard before pulling you onto his lap and burying his face in your neck. “Nothing’s good about mornings,” he murmured. “How did it go?”

You leaned back into his embrace and pulled out your phone. “Want to see?”

“After,” he said as he took your phone and placed it next to his coffee. “I missed my morning cuddles.”

You turned in his arms so you were straddling his hips and you could mirror him, resting your cheek in the curve of his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied before he rolled with you in his arms and nuzzled his face into the valley of your breasts, getting cozy as you combed your fingers through his hair. “Move in with me.”

Your finger caught in a knot and he winced as you tugged free of it but you had been caught off guard. “You want me to move in with you?”

“I wouldn’t have asked otherwise,” he stated with his blunt sense of humour that made you smile. “Unless you like breaking in.”

“I mean,” you shrugged nonchalantly before he prodded your ribs and a laugh broke free. “There is a certain thrill to some B&E, spices up the relationship don’t you think?”

“Just say yes so we can celebrate and go home.” Max’s hands slipped under your shirt and his thumbs drew circles over your ribs as they climbed higher. “Say yes.”

“Yes, Max,” you giggled as you wrapped your legs around his waist and captured his face in your palms. “I’ve never had a real home before.”

He pushed himself up until his entire body covered yours and his blue eyes stared into your soul as you shared the same breath. “You do now.”

Click here for part six.

Tagging: @octaviareina @omgsuperstarg @mvclff1 @alwaysclassyeagle @icantcomeupwithamusicalname-blog @laneyspaulding19 @booknerd2004-blog @mimimarvelingmarvel @chonkybonky

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x y/n #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #formula one imagine

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theoceanoasis · 5 days

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Hot rod feeling sick like he’s going to pass out & takes a sparkling test when he notices his tanks have swollen.

are you tired of the sparkling/mech preg asks?

Nope. Not tired.

He curled up on the bathroom floor and moaned feeling sick to his stomach. Gagging he threw up again. Only to immediately feel dizzy from sitting up too fast.

He gagged again and felt black spots enter his vision. Looking around he thought about calling Ratchet. Worried about passing out since he lived alone. Having moved into his small apartment two days ago.

He threw up again and laid back down needing to rest. He laid on the cool floor staring up at the ceiling. Black spots entered his vision and he passed out.

When he awoke he groaned in pain feeling sore all over. At least the nausea was gone although when he stood up he almost fell over. Having to grab onto something and wait for his vision to clear still feeling dizzy.

He decided to call Ratchet. Worried about passing out on the floor. Which had to be a sign something was wrong.

"Hot Rod?"

"I don't feel good."

"What's your symptoms?"

"Um... Nausea, dizziness and I think my belly is getting bigger or at least I think I'm gaining weight. I'm not sure it just looks bigger."

It was quiet on the other end and he thought Ratchet hung up on him until he asked.

"Can you make it to the medbay?"

"I don't think so. I passed out earlier."

"Okay. Why don't you lay down and I'll come to you."

He nodded laying in his bed he curled up into a little ball and waited for Ratchet to arrive.

When he got there Ratchet pulled a scanner out and frowned. He then asked him something surprising.

"Can you open your modesty panel for me?"

He nodded and opened it. Lifting his legs and spreading them at the same time. He watched as Ratchet took something out and smeared medical lubricant on it. Before smearing it on his valve.

He shivered because it was cold and felt whatever it was breach his hole. From what he could tell it was thin and hard. Nothing like a spike which he was suddenly craving. Ratchet kept it there as he asked him more questions.

"How long have you been like this?"

"A few days, but this is the worst I've had so far. Usually I'm a little nauseous and dizzy in the morning and then it goes away."

"When did you notice your belly was getting bigger?"

"Bee was the one who pointed it out. I thought it was because I've been eating more."

Ratchet pulled whatever it was out of his valve and looked down in shock.

"What is it?"

He sat up looking at him in concern, afraid something was terribly wrong.

"Your sparked."

He looked at Ratchet in shock because there's no way.

"When was the last time you interfaced?"

He thought about it for a moment. Optics widening when he realized it was with Soundwave. Right before they fought the Quentessons. Then Soundwave left him and now he was on the other side and he was sparked and he needed him and he wasn't coming. He'd chosen Megatron and would probably want nothing to do with the sparkling and he didn't know what to do. He could barely take care of himself not to mention a sparkling. He kept thinking about Soundwave debating if he should tell him or not. What he was going to say. He imagined all the ways Soundwave would tell him no and he felt tears fall. He wanted him so badly. He needed him.

He didn't realize he was panicking until he felt a sharp prick in his leg. He looked over at Ratchet in surprise as dark spots entered his vision. He tried to stay awake, but he was so tired and it wasn't long before he fell asleep.

#soundrod #transformers #soundwave #hot rod #transformers cyberverse #rodimus #hot rod x soundwave #cyberverse soundwave

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noturprobiem · 29 days

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I am convinced that people will hate me if I post anything but a part of my writing project so here it is

These are two parts from my future hualian fic from the first chapter. It has spooky elements, beware.

Six years ago Xie Lian swore to never step foot in this cursed building, and yet here he was. The place hasn't changed a bit since he left. Pale blue walls, white tile floors and heavy doors made out of metal were more familiar to him than his own house. He used to come here at six in the morning and leave at the dead of night, reporting every flickering light on his way to the exit. Flickering lights were a bad sign in a place like this. Everything was a bad sign in a place like this.

The corridors were always coated in eerie silence. No natural light could get inside, so it was impossible to know what time of day it was. There used to be a clock on the wall, but it didn't last. It wasn't a good idea to have fragile objects out in the open, especially near Xie Lian. The doors weren't labeled, but there were small differences between them. Some had dents, some were scratched, some melted in places. Since Xie Lian left, the door to his office got changed, and now it looked almost too good compared to the other ones.

He hesitated in front of the door. Then sighed and pressed his id card to the scanner. It opened without a sound.

[...]

Xie Lian flipped through the files while they were talking, only taking note of the name given to the entity. He didn't like reading what other people saw before going into an encounter. Sometimes researchers overlooked important evidence because they focused only on details that were mentioned in the reports they read. From his experience, everyone would meet an entity differently, and you should first see what's your relationship with it before judging the danger levels. So, he immediately planned an expedition to the place of the latest reported blood rain.

Spending the night on a train wasn't anything new for him. No matter how long they've studied the entities’ ability to bend space and time they never came even close to replicating them, so trains it was. Some especially risky ones, like Shen Yuan's big brother, would attract the entity's attention for this, but then no one could guarantee that you'll ever arrive anywhere.

It was pitch black outside. Sometimes you could see pale lights through the dirty glass and every time it made Xie Lian's heart jump in his chest. Sometimes it looked just like…

Xie Lian was seventeen when an entity known as The Stalker found him. He was always considered a promising student, teachers painted for him a career in physics or chemistry, a bright future in academia. Instead, he first got into a university building as a lab mouse. All because something put its eye on him.

It was easy to ignore at first. A flash of light here and there. A sound from a room where no one was supposed to be. A laugh somewhere in the dark. Catching movement with the corner of your eye only to see that it's just an illusion. Trivial things, and stress only made them happen more. And then he started waking up in the dead of night, convinced that something was watching him. Something was breathing lightly in the corner. Something moved. It was a silly thing to be afraid of for a nearly eighteen year old, of course, so he didn't bring it up. Even when that fear manifested in the form of sleep paralysis, a pale white mask looking at him from the ceiling in the dark and silent room, its texture a mix of human skin and silicon, its eyes bottomless pits of ink, it was just because of stress. Exams were approaching, after all.

First time he went to the doctor was after the demon appeared in his kitchen. It was hard to call what he saw a human face, but it was clearly imitating one. It was glowing, only two empty eye sockets and a smiling mouth remaining. Xie Lian froze in place, not daring to look away. The creature slowly melted, dissolving in the darkness. But it didn't disappear. Xie Lian knew it was there, always watching, always following, just not visible now.

His Laoshi, Mei Niangqing, found him pretty quickly. He promised Xie Lian answers and a job in the Institute if only he let them study what made him «special». He agreed with no hesitation, hoping to get rid of the creature, who became progressively more violent with every passing day. None of them knew how much the situation was going to escalate.

Despite his anxiety, the calming rhythm of train wheels hitting the rails slowly lulled Xie Lian to sleep.

#mo xiang tong xiu #mxtx tgcf #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #tgcf #heaven officials blessing #heavens official blessing #hualian fanfic

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magnetarbeam · 8 months

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So my headcanons about Luke bringing back the Jedi Shadows after FotJ, and how I kind of imagine Vestara deciding to focus her Jedi training toward that, since it plays to her strengths, are now a very, very tempting excuse to write her ending up on a mission with the reformed Wraiths.

Obviously this takes place after Mercy Kill itself. I'm gonna say a timeskip of about a month, so Vestara's been a Jedi for five or six months (on a ten-month in-universe calendar). She won't be on solo Shadow missions until she's a Knight, so I hope at least like, five or six more years? I really have no idea what the frame of reference should be for how long it takes on average, but the point is that she's nowhere near there yet.

I might just leave the setup (how the Jedi know about the new version of the Wraiths/what exactly it is about them that she can learn lessons from them that she can't from the Jedi) ambiguous if I can't get it to make sense, but I do want to put some effort into attempting to make it make sense.

Most likely, they know of it through Tyria's kids, either the Sarkin-Tainer or Sarkin-Sandskimmer siblings depending on how much I care about sticking to earlier canon. So Jesmin's probably the first member Ves meets.

It'll surely come up almost immediately that Vestara's been on the holonews enough for several of the Wraiths to recognize her as a Sith. I imagine the fact that she's a Jedi now isn't well-known, because since the move to Shedu Maad they're in a lot better of a position to keep secrets from the galaxy, and the Jedi have enough PR issues already - they don't need people knowing they've taken in a Sith - so here she'll have to explain it, but I think if the Wraiths can take Scut in stride, this won't be very hard.

Related to that, one thing Vestara brings to the Wraiths is her birth culture's skills in use of the Force to craft glass blades that are durable enough that you don't have to worry about them breaking, and that don't show up on scanners meant to detect weapons. Very helpful for infilitration.

The shikkar itself is still a very distinctly Sith design, intended to cause a shitload of pain by leaving the blade in a target's body. Here, she takes a different approach. I've pulled the word "shikkith" out of my ass. These aren't designed with a deliberate point of weakness like a shikkar is, and as such they can be used multiple times. Each blade contains veins in the glass that can be filled with fluids such as sedatives or toxins, that can be released directly into a victim's bloodstream on a sufficiently precise cut. They wouldn't always use such a feature, of course, and most or all of the times they did use it, it'd be sedatives.

It's a similar principle to Scut's neoglith masquers, where someone takes an idea from their evil birth culture, adapts it to not be totally fucked up, and gives the Wraiths a useful trick.

And I've said it before, and I will say it again: Vestara needs more badass piloting sequences.

I don't remember that anyone on the second Wraith team that appears halfway through the book is a particularly good slicer, but I am pretty sure Vestara's a lot more than a light-duty slicer.

They probably do end up fighting the Sith at some point.

I'm sure I'll come up with more to be said here.

#star wars legends #fate of the jedi #vestara khai #x-wing: mercy kill #wraith squadron

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davros42 · 5 months

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Rewatching Classic Doctor Who, some episodes I haven't seen in years, some of the animated reconstructions I haven't seen at all.

Planet of Giants AKA Minuscule Story AKA The Minuscules AKA Serial I

Season 2 kicks off with a bit of a strange one. It feels very much like a prototype Third Doctor story. The first story to take place in the 'modern day' (and in the UK for that matter) since the first one. Apart from the hook/subplot of the TARDIS crew being shrunk, it has no particular SciFi trappings which, from the vantage point of the 21st century, makes it feel like a historical story. The strong influence from Rachel Carson's Silent Spring doesn't hurt either. Doctor Who getting in on the 'insecticide killing pollinators' thing fifty years early.

The TARDIS doors open midflight (something to do with 'space pressure' but that's not important right now) but Ian and Barbara brute force them closed again. The Fault Locator makes it's last (televised) appearance. And the TARDIS lands safely. Or appears to. All the sensors indicate safety but the scanner screen explodes as if trying to show something too big for the screen. That's not how television works, but ok. It turns out that the doors opening allowed the space pressure to shrink the occupants of the TARDIS (and the outer shell of the TARDIS, but don't think about that too hard) after spotting some dead things, the crew is menaced by a cat, Ian gets captured via matchbox (which is a nice change of pace from how he normally gets captured), and a scientist gets murdered. You see, he's come to reject the application for a phenomenally powerful insecticide having realized the ecological dangers.. so the financial backer of the insecticide straight up shoots him dead in the front yard. It is a powerfully American moment. Oh and Barbara accidentally doses herself with the insecticide and doesn't tell anyone because reasons. Eventually the crew get into the house and try to get involved, messing with the phone, and ultimately blowing up a spray can to attract attention. It works, the switchboard operator (kids, ask your great-grandparents what a switchboard was) is conveniently married to a cop and sends him 'round just in time to catch the baddies. The crew returns to the TARDIS, and returns to full size, saving Barbara. Somewhere along the way the viewer monitor in the TARDIS was repaired so our last shot is a scrambled signal, where could the TARDIS be headed next?

And before anyone gets the wrong idea from my snarky synopsis, I really like this one. Short and sweet. A little silly at times if you think too hard about it but a good story that doesn't get too bogged down in unnecessary explanations and detail. It fits the tone and temp of a lot of the modern era in that way. It has two parallel stories that converge in a satisfying way. Originally meant to be four episodes and cut down to three, it still moves well, not a lot seems to be left out. The oversized props are great fun and there's some decent effects. The production is wise enough not to linger on them, letting most of the special effects exist in the audience's imagination.

Up next - an epic, this one changes everything: The Dalek Invasion of Earth

#doctor who #classic doctor who #first doctor #ian chesterton #barbara wright #william hartnell #carole ann ford #jacqueline hill #susan foreman #william russell #doctor who rewatch #Planet of Giants #serial I

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baby-fics · 2 years

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🩹M' All Owie! 🩹

CG! Closet Monster (Noor) x little! Reader

(High-key? This eldritch horror has become a giant comfort character in my head, and I've had a very hard day at work. This is purely indulgent for me, I do hope whoever reads can find comfort in this too!)

Today. Was. Horrid. The boxes you thought you scanned? Miscounted. The pallets of boxes that needed logging? Incomplete. Effectively making you start. All. Over. Again. All with a scanner that doesn't work 30% of the time.

On top of that the boxes stacked high would topple onto you, leaving bruises across your back. Your shirt drenched in sweat as you shrink wrapped the pallets together through tight and claustrophobic passages between the unscanned and scanned pallets.

You were tired, achy, and covered in sweat. On your way home, you could feel it coming. You were running on fumes, just.. going. That's how it is, if you can't go? You go anyway and don't stop because if you do? You will start sobbing.

Well, when you got home. Your shaking legs gave out and you had zero motivation or muscle strength to get up and began to weakly sob, so exhausted with today.

You didn't even bother making a move to try and stand. Why would you anyway? Floor is cold, floor feels nice.

Eventually you fell asleep like that, face flat on the ground, sprawled out. Your eyelids felt weighted by rocks and you were so comfortable..

You're monster, whom has since been affectionately named Noor, was concerned after hearing the closing of the door but.. no footsteps! Usually your feet would immediately pad over to your closet to greet it..

Snaking an appendage down the hall and towards the front door. Shocks went through Noor's nervous system as its tendril shot towards you with several others following behind in a shadowy mass.

You awoke to feel gentle patting and pets on your face to be met with a shadowy mass of limbs and eyes, some of which appeared to be wet around the edges..

Seeing you wake, you were wrapped up in its presence almost immediately- almost engulfing you. You could hear worried blurbs coming from Noor as you were carried upstairs before being very gently set up on the covers.

You could see over to your closet, as it crawled back into it's usual place before sending two limbs out of it's void with a soft onesie in it's hold.

Placing it beside you, it's appendage flicked to indicate to put your arms up, your shoulders were sore and Noor noticed your arms shaking at the mere weight in holding themselves up.

It was so worried about you! Moreso when the shirt and pants came off and could see the bruises that littered your back and shins. If Noor could faint, it would.

The edges that surrounded it's form spiked and sputtered as the limbs that held you shot down the stairs to retrieve all of your ice packs.

Placing the onesie on you and laying you on a bed of the cold plastic bags, Noor retrieved your laptop like usual and set it to your current favorite cartoon.

It also retrieved your favorite bottle and gave you two pain killer tablets as began to feed you chocolate milk in order to take your meds.

Noor gently pet you as it massages your claves, gently rubbing away the aches and pains from a very long day as a big person, but that's over for now.

It's baby's time to be small 💙

#agere caregiver #little!reader #agere little #agere reader #monster x little! reader

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icouldntfinditsoiwroteit · 2 years

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Yo, how are you doing??? What if Plo Koon meet the Bad Batch and just went “these are my children now”

I am alive and still going to publish, sorry for being inactive for so long, college is kicking my ass.

Anyway, here it is, hope you like it, this ask I also placed it into my yandere clones au so I hope you don't mind.

So anyway this is a continuation

Previous / Next

Hunter crawled slowly through some vents over a locker room her remembered had some armor in it, if he was lucky he could nab one and use it to blend in, but just as he was about to move a tile to go down the room's door opened.

"I am telling you Comet, I can stay in my quarters if it helps keep you calm," The voice of the old Keldor made him recognizable immediately.

"No sir, right now I can't leave you alone, you may be in danger," COmet shot the option down as he took his helmet off.

It was Plo Koon, the bad batch had met him during one of their missions, he had been....nice but Hunter had done everything to prevent another meeting with the old Jedi, it wasn't so hard since the Keldor focused on the after-battles.

Hunter remembered how he had treated them, as if they were part of his men, who he already treated so well, almost like sons.

Flashback

"Hunter, my scanners detect that a lightning storm is approaching, it will be impossible for us to leave before it reaches us," Tech informed and Hunter couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

They had been assigned this mission in order to test them with after-battle scenarios, and they had done everything perfect, hell, they were getting along with the other regs and he even liked the Jedi but Hunter couldn't help but feel a bit weird at how the old Jedi treated them, he was so kind and gentle with them, he had even gotten Crosshair to lower his guard.

"Then let's start preparing the camp," Hunter instructed and it didn't go unnoticed to him the way his brother's almost excited face.

They had finished cleaning up a day ago, so this would be a sort of break.

*At least I can sleep a little longer this time,* Hunter thought not at all against being able to sleep longer than usual.

"Oi, Hunter," Hunter turned to see Sinker approach him with a cheery attitude.

"Yeah?"

"Plo Koon says you all should join us in our camp," Sinker informed.

"Oh, thanks, but we can set camp by our ship, we wouldn't want to take space from you all," Hunter excused half-assedly.

"I recommend you do it," Sinker pressed and Hunter raised an eyebrow.

"Jedi can feel things and I have the feeling that the general knows that you may be in some sort of danger if you camp here," Sinker explained.

"Besides, Tech still owes me a rematch on sabacc," Sinker added looking behind Hunter, making Hunter not only aware of his brothers but also of their clear excitement, no matter how much they hid it, he could always tell.

"Alright, we'll take your offer then," Hunter agreed.

Timeskip

Hunter sat with a mug in his hands looking at everyone doing their own things, Wrecker was doing pushups with more and more ridiculous things on top of him with Boost cheering and adding more ridiculous things.

Tech was playing sabbac with Sinker and other regs and was promptly stripping them of any of their possessions round after round.

Crosshair surprisingly was telling stories and chatting with Wolffe and some other regs around the fire they had started a while ago.

Hunter had to admit, that he had never seen his brothers so at ease and happy with others, Hunter knew that they all would always have each other's backs, but he knew that they all needed to socialize with others.

"You hungry?" Another's voice brought Hunter out of his own thoughts as he looked up and saw a younger looking reg, Comet is he remembered right.

Hunter accepted the ration bar and Comet seemed to take this as an opportunity to seat beside him.

"This is really a good night, we don't usually get these sort of times," Comet spoke.

"I thought that you sweepers had it easy," Hunter muttered.

"Sweepers?" Comet asked.

"It's what my batch and I call the legions that focus on after battle's cleaning," Hunter explained.

"Oh, clever," Comet commended.

"But not really, even if it isn't the heat of the battle many, slavers and smugglers tend to visit these sort of places to try a loot whatever they can find, or we even have to deal with some remaining droids,"

"If anything I think it's the paper pushers back in coruscant who have it easy," Comet added and Hunter chuckled nodding in agreement.

"But don't let the general hear you, he doesn't like it when we say that sort of things,"

"Really?"

"Yeah, he doesn't want us to create unnecessary rifts or something,"

"Why does he care thought, genuine question?"

"Well, the general has always cared, about us, about them, I guess the Malevolence made him worry more than normal,"

"You were there?" Hunter asked, he knew what had happened, everyone did, but he didn't really know if there had been survivors or not.

"No, it was Sinker, Boost, and Commander Wolffe, I guess it hit General Koon to have had in the morning more than 9,000 clones under him to only have three left by the end of the day must have hit me hard,"

"Didn't know they did,"

"Care?" Comete asked and Hunter nodded.

"Well, you guys don't have any Jedi assigned to you, but they grow on you, I mean, look at your squad now," Comet pointed at how Plo Koon was chatting with Crosshair and the other regs he had been with normally, even Crosshair was relaxed.

Hunter remembered how the Jedi had also helped Tech before with one of his scanners when Tech never let anyone touch his machines, and how he had asked for them to camp with everyone else, just because he thought they may be in danger.

"The Jedi really are something....such a pity so many only want to use them," Comet murmured catching Hunter's attention.

"Don't they use you too?" Hunter asked.

"NO....sorry, I mean, no, the general has never used us, he fights with us, he sees us as...us I guess, not as blaster fodder,"

"Hell, I remember when he met Waxer, one of Cody's men, he learned about a little twi lek girl they had helped, it was almost impossible to separate those two..."

"The general...he and the Jedi, they all care and love so much, but they love an ungrateful galaxy, sometimes I wish he could see not everyone will return his kindness,"

"You really care about him don't you?" Hunter asked.

Comet simply hummed.

"OI COMET, COME HERE AND HELP US!!" Sinker yelled from the Sabbac table making Comet chuckle, he stood up ready to go but he stopped for a moment looking at Hunter.

"You know...I bet that if you wanted the General could get you and your squad majorly assigned to us," Comet offered.

"I guess the others could use the company," Hunter joked.

"I'll think about it though, thanks,"

After this Comet left and Hunter remained alone for the rest of the night as everyone went to their tents to sleep, Hunter was the first in the tent and the last awake.

No matter what he did he couldn't sleep, so after who knows how long he gave up and sat up, thinking that some air would help he went out of his tent.

The camp was dead silent except for some that stood guard over it, Hunter simply walked to the side of the tent of his batch to feel the cold air for a while.

What he didn't expect was for someone to notice him.

"Is everything alright Commander?" The old Kel Dor's voice surprised Hunter.

"General, I didn't mean to perturb you," Hunter immediately apologized.

"I'll, go back to my tent, I just wanted some fresh air,"

"No no, it's alright, I simply saw you and wanted to know if everything was alright," The Kel Dor assured.

"Oh, yeah, just having a hard time sleeping, sir,"

"Would you want a cup of tea, it can help," The Kel Dor offered and Hunter didn't want to bother the man so he simply nodded.

The Kel Dor began leading the way to the center of the camp where Hunter could see a kettle on the fire.

They approached it and the Kel Dor signaled for Hunter to set near as he began pouring the tea into a cup.

"Here, it shouldn't be too sweet but do tell me if it is," The Kel Dor offered the cup and then took another small container with a straw for himself.

"Thank you, sir," Hunter took a tentative sip of the tea and his eyes widened at the flavor he had never tasted, it was so...complex, so good, Hunter wanted to down it in one go, but he kept himself from doing so.

"I'm glad you liked it," The Kel Dor said pleased.

"It's....I....I've never tasted anything like it," Hunter admitted.

"I doubt the kaminoans gave you anything that actually tasted good, and so far my men have enjoyed the tea I've brewed,"

"But, isn't oxygen toxic to Kel Dors?" Hunter's asked.

"Yes, but I've always found the task of making tea very relaxing, and if someone I care for enjoys it, it only makes it better," The Kel Dor explained.

Hunter quieted down after this for a moment.

"Do you have many restless nights?" The Kel Dor asked and Hunter nodded.

"Do you have any theory on to why?"

"Well, I... sometimes things are just too much, and make it hard for me to sleep," Hunter admitted.

The Kel Dor remained silent in thought, Hunter couldn't help but feel anxious at what he would say, at the fact that he was trying to find a sort of solution for him...a stranger.

"I can't say I know exactly what you go through, but, I have had to deal with some sensory overload through my connection to the force," The Kel Dor began.

"Sometimes, it causes me to feel too much, to feel everything around me, when I go through this, I will usually perform any task that is easy and keeps me focused and I meditate to ease it,"

"For me making tea helps me feel grounded, and helps me until it passes, perhaps you could have a task of your own," The Kel Dor asked.

"Well, I'm not much for meditating, but sometimes when this happens I clean my arms, it usually helps," Hunter answered.

"You do not have to meditate, as long as it keeps you grounded but if you wish perhaps you would want to accompany in meditation," The Kel Dor offered.

Hunter was about to say no but he knew that if he went back he would remain awake all night, so he sighed and accepted.

Timeskip

Hunter opened his eyes suddenly as he sat up quickly, noticing he had waked up as the night guards switched with the morning guards the sun wasn't up yet and he couldn't have slept for much, but he felt the most rested he had since.....ever.

He looked around and saw the general kneeling as if still meditating.

"I see you've rested commander," The Kel Dor spoke gently and quietly.

Hunter could do nothing but blink, he was right, he hadn't even noticed when he fell asleep.

"I guess you were right about the meditating thing," Hunter tried to compose himself, hearing the Kel Dor chuckle made him know he had failed.

"I wasn't right, it was simply the right thing for you at the moment, but I am glad you rested,"

"Thanks," Hunter said as he got up.

"Have a good morning commander," The Kel Dor bid farewell as Hunter left for his batch's tent.

Timeskip

The camp was gone, everything packed and ready to go, the marauder was ready to take them back to Kamino, but the batch was bidding farewell to the friend they had made.

Comet had come to wish good luck to Hunter, which was pleasant, considering they had only talked a few times before.

"By the way, I meant it about what I told you last night, you lot are always welcome with us," Comet reminded him as he left to continue uploading his camp's stuff to the ships.

Hunter thought about it and how his brothers would love to see the legion again, maybe he could indeed ask the Jedi, he seemed very kind, and as he thought this Hunter had begun walking to where the Kel Dor was, but as he did he noticed a pair of shinies beside him talking cheerily with him.

As Hunter saw this he remembered how he was with all of the men, with his batch with him, and for the first time, he felt his heart ache.

Who was he fooling, even if he asked the General to have his batch mostly stationed it wasn't a real solution just a temporary one, even if he managed to have them mostly stationed with him, what about the rest of the time, Hunter would have to see his brothers have to say goodbye to friends who may die in the time they are gone.

They will have to go from being part of the legion to being alone, time and time again, Hunter couldn't do that, as much as he wanted not only could he do that to his brothers, but for some reason, he didn't want to see General Koon treating other like that, like him.

Hunter didn't like this feeling, he had no reason or right to feel like this over the General who he had only spent a night with, when his men, they had thought together, mourned together, he simply couldn't he felt disgusted.

So Hunter went to inform the General of the batch's departure, as he did so, Hunter felt as if the General could see through him, yet he said nothing about it.

"I hope we may be able to work together more often, I wish you and your brothers a safe travel and for you to be safe in your next missions," The Kel Dor bid his farewell alongside Wolffe.

"Thank you General," Hunter saluted before walking away, his hand balled into fists tightly so he wouldn't turn back.

End of flashback

Hunter closed his eyes riding himself off the memory, the past wouldn't help him now.

But he had to admit, would Hunter have agreed with all of this if he had asked the general to have the assigned to him?

Would he have helped in drugging and imprisoning the Kel Dor?

The man who treated them as his own since the start, would he have betrayed him like that?

But then again, Hunter now recognizes the way he felt back then with the possessiveness of the others, he also had it, was sit something they were born with?

Was it a virus, a sickness, a condition?

*I can't waste my time with this. I need to find a way out,* Hunter looked down again at the Kel Dor and how even in the state he was, he still worried and wanted what was best for his men.

The same way he had before, it had turned HUnter's stomach back then, he had never felt it and didn't want to start, so maybe that was why he avoided the wolf pack, after all, if you could, wouldn't you try to avoid the one thing that makes you feel a sickening jealousy.

Jealousy for having someone care for you, fight beside you, trust their life to you?

Hunter did, he wanted all of that, and he could have gotten it, but, not forever, not permanently, only "mostly", always in reach, able to feel the warmth of their light, yet never able to bloom under it.

Hunter was brought out of his thoughts when the sound of the door of the room opened and closed, seeing that Comet and the Kel Dor where gone, leaving the room to Hunter.

He finally moved the tile and jumped down and opened one of the crates where he found a new armor, they didn't stay plain white for long now, but it would do the trick for long enough.

*Let's get this going,* Hunter thought, leaving his previous thoughts and memory to be buried and forgotten in his mind.

#yandere clones au #yandere comet #yandere hunter?#plo koon #wolf pack #sergeant sinker #clone trooper boost #commander wolffe #the bad batch #crosshair #tech #wrecker

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duskwoodgirl4life · 10 months

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I'd love a comforting Richy's oneshot ;)

Hi :)

Thank you so much for your request I had a lot of fun writing this oneshot I hope you enjoy read it as much as I did writing it.

Are you really a monster? after what you did…

I guess I kind of knew but I didn't want to believe it, it was Richy all along he's the one that's done all this. He's the one that's caused all this pain, he's the one that faked his own death right in front of my eyes. I have all these emotions swirling around in my head. I can't think straight. What has Richy done? He's caused so much pain and hurt the tears start to escape my eyes, my vision starting to blur. With my back against the wall I slide down hitting the cold hard floor. My mind went back to the fire and it kept replaying over and over again in my head. The tears started to fall thick and fast. I could no longer control my emotions. Have I really lost the love of my life? The man that came into my life asking me to help find his sister. Why is life so fucking unfair why couldn't it of been Richy that burned in that fire why did he have to be saved? Why is he allowed to live?

A few weeks had passed and I decided to drive to duskwood and meet with the group. I hadn't told them that Richy had sent me a visitation order. It took me a long time to decide what I wanted to do. I was still so angry with him for everything that he's done to me and the others. I could feel the anger rising up inside me. My grip on the steering wheel was turning my hands red. I hated Richy for everything. I couldn't find any way to forgive him. I don't think I ever can. There is just no going back from what he's done. After a few more hours of driving I reached the motel I booked into. I checked in and dumped my bags down in the room. It was pretty basic but it would suffice. After grabbing a shower and changing I grabbed my keys and visitation order and headed for the prison.

Everything inside me was telling me to turn around and not see him but I needed to go and hear why he wanted to see me. When I arrive at the prison, the walls around the prison are so high with barbed wire running along the tops of the walls. Walking towards the reception desk my hands start to feel clammy. My heart is racing like mad. What am I doing? Why the hell am I doing this? I take a moment to refocus and hand over my visitation order. The officer tells me to take everything out of my pockets and hand my bag over for inspection. I do as the officer says and hand my bag over and take my phone out of my pocket. A female officer comes over and runs a black metal scanner over my body.

She looks up at me and smiles "you are clear to go through, take this you will need it to get your things back once you are finished" she hands me a piece of paper with a number written on it. I thank her and move towards the visiting room. There are a few other people waiting in front of me waiting to go in and see their loved ones. Me on the other hand I was not waiting to go see a loved one I was waiting to go see the man that destroyed everything in my life. Not to mention what he's done to the group he's torn their life's apart and there is no fixing that. One of the officers opens the door for us to go in. I get shown to a seat and sit down. Leading on the table in front of me I start to feel the panic and frustration rise up inside of me.

I take a few deep breaths in and out and manage to calm myself down, just as I start to calm down the door on the other side of the room opens and prisoners spill out of the door all happy and excited to see their loved ones. I look up and see Richy walking towards me. He's wearing blue jeans and a grey jumper. He looked like he hadn't slept since he got here. As he got closer my heart started to beat really fast it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I couldn't bring myself to look at him as he sat down. I felt all the pain and hurt inside me coming to the surface. "Hi MC, thank you for coming to see me" I looked up at him, seeing his face right in front of me. Before I knew what I was doing I slapped him right across the face so hard he nearly fell off his chair.

One of the officers came over to ask if everything was okay, "it's fine no need for any fuss" Richy managed to send the officer away without any fuss. "I hate you Richy, I've never hated someone as much as you. How could you do that to us? Why did you make all those phone calls to me?" By this point the rage was rising in me and I couldn't stop it. "I'm so sorry MC I never meant to hurt you it wasn't all my fault I told you the reason why I did what I did to Hannah". Did he really just sit there and tell me it wasn't all his fault. "It is all your fault Richy you are to blame for everything that's happened. You are the one that set that fire and made me lose the love of my life. You are the one that's destroyed everything in my life. I hate you" the rage was at boiling point now and I launched myself at Richy and started to attack him.

I punched,slapped and kicked him as hard as I could before the officers came over and tried to pull me off him. "You deserve to rot here I never want to see you ever again" Richy looked at me with a sad expression on his face. "Please don't go MC, I never meant to hurt you please come back" I stopped at the door and turned around and walked back over to Richy. "You are nothing but a scumbag who's ripped apart his friends' lives and destroyed everything around them. You're nothing but a monster" I turned on my heels and rushed out of the room the tears started to flow. All I wanted to do was go home. I didn't want to stay here for another second.

As soon as I got back to the motel I picked up my bags and headed for the door, throwing everything in the back seat of the car I got in and put the key in to start the car. I calm myself down and think about going to see the others. I made a promise that I would meet up with them and intend to keep that promise. I wasn't going to let Richy ruin something else in my life.

A week later Richy sent me yet another order to go and see him. I wasn't going to go but I needed to get some kind of closure on what had happened. I wasn't ready to forgive him. I doubt I even could so I made my way back to the prison and did everything I did last time. I sat waiting for Richy to appear. A few moments later he sat down in front of me. "Thank you for coming MC" I looked at him. He looked even worse than the last time but I did attack him. "Why did you want to see me again? Don't you think you have caused enough damage in my life"

"I really am sorry for everything I should have just come to you and told you the truth, maybe things wouldn't have gotten as far as they did" was he really trying to look for sympathy after what he's done? "I can't forgive you Richy, I guess a part of me kind of wants to. I don't know" I saw the smile on his face for the first time. I felt like my walls were starting to break down around me. "I haven't told the others I've come to see you again, I guess we have a lot to work out"

We both sat and talked for an hour until it was time to go, I kept up the visits each time I would bring some stuff for Richy. He knew I could never forgive him for what happened with Jake. He knew he had messed up. He told me he would spend the rest of his life trying to make up for it.

6 months later I decided to move to duskwood Jessy helped me find an apartment not far from her. I spoke to my boss about working from home. It was a blessing that I was allowed to. I've been in my new place a couple weeks, I kept up my visits with Richy, we actually started to work through things and we were starting to become friends.

I closed my laptop after finishing work for the day, my thoughts drifting back to him. Was he even still alive? Had he really been killed in the fire. I go and grab the bottle of whiskey from the cupboard. Sitting down on the sofa looking out of the window I let all my emotions out. I really missed Jake. I didn't even know what he looked like and yet my heart aches for him to be with me.

I don't know how much time has passed. I could see the sun starting to come up. I had been in the same spot all night. I got knocked out of my thoughts by a knock at the door. I couldn't face anyone right now so I just ignored the knocking. Whoever it was at the door they weren't going away anytime soon so I pulled myself up off the sofa and went to answer the door. I was completely taken back by the figure standing in front of me. I somehow managed to move to one side and allowed him to come inside. "Is it really you? I thought I'd lost you in the fire" tears still rolling down my cheeks not knowing if this was real or just a dream. "It's really me MC"

I run towards Jake and wrap my arms around him, not letting go for a single second.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #iamjake #richy x mc #duskwood richy #everbyte studio #duskwood hacker #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you

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colleendoran · 1 year

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My near 15 year old graphics arts equipment is in pre-failure, so I am deeply grateful to be able to replace everything and do it before all my data got eaten. I have a backup (2 actually) but you just never know.

My old MAC is so old, Migration Assistant did not work at all, and I had to hand select and import everything.

Most of my old programs had to be replaced. I knew that was coming and was prepared, but there is nothing like the special hell of trying to download software and updates and security checks on rural internet speeds which was down to 5 kbps last night.

Also, since none of the migration apps work, my ancient email won't smoothly migrate either. So I am having to move nearly 15 years worth of emails in batches by hand.

I expected to have lots of trouble with all the new programs and updates etc, and I lost sleep worrying about losing art scans and documents. All that was the easy part. Migrating the email has been the absolute worst.

All of my art, my writing, music and videos are safe. I'm so relieved. When the emails are finished migrating, which is likely to take a few more days, and is more annoying then difficult, I can put my trusty old MAC Pro Tower to rest.

I'm waiting to see if my scanner, printer, and Cintiq will still work, but at the moment, I'm waiting on delivery of adapters.

I have a smaller, recent model back up Cintiq if the old one isn't usable. There are updated drivers available for all of my equipment, so I should be able to avoid the pricey replacement of these items.

Anyway, I just wanted to publicly thank my Patreon supporters, not only for financing my work, but for their very kind and generous advice. I would never have been able to figure all of this out on my own.

It's taken me well over a week to figure out what to get and get it up and running. Fortunately, I don't have any hard deadlines right now. I'd hoped to nurse this stuff for another year, but if it's going to go, it might as well go early in a big project as opposed to at the deadline crunch.

Thanks to everyone who buys my work and supports my art. I am deeply grateful. And as always, deepest gratitude to my clients, my collaborators, and my Patreon supporters.

#mac studio #patreon #artist support

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animejeice · 10 months

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Test Log 002: Exam Day

Azure was lying down in his room. He was waiting for tony to return after what happened the day prior. He still felt guilty about what he did to tony and was thinking of ways to pay him back. Not long after he hear the door open and shoots up to see tony with a crutch and clip board.

Azure: hey, glad you could make it today… what’s that stick your holding?

Tony: oh this? It’s a crutch, it’s to help support my body since you hurt my back pretty bad. But i’m fine, it’ll heal in a few day and I won’t need it anymore.

Azure: well, that’s… that’s good, but you seem to be struggling to move with it.

Tony: heh, yeah, my hands are full and it’s kinda hard to move around.

Azure: here, let me help you then.

Azure stands up and walks over to tony where he grabs him gently like a doll with his crutch and clip board in his hands. He gently carries tony over to the other side of the room with him and gently places him onto the floor. Azure then sits down next to him as to not have tony walk around too much.

Tony: uhh thank you for uhh, carrying me over here. Now then, I do have some tests I need to run on you, and since you’ve never let anyone else do these tests, I was hoping you would be nice and let me do them

Azure: I… I’d rather not, I don’t want to be some kind of guinea pig for seeing what does and doesn’t affect my body.

Tony: NO NO NO, THOSE ARE EXPERIMENTS, I’M JUST TRYING TO GET YOUR VITAL INFORMATION.

Azure: o-oh… you mean my blood type and heart rate and all that correct?

Tony: yes, that’s all I need to get, i-if you let me, you’ll never have to be asked again.

Azure: then uhhh… sure, I don’t mind if you take my vitals.

With azure’s consent, tony begins doing some basic tests and getting all of is vital information using the equipment in the lab. Such as drone scanners to get X rays of azure’s skeletal system and nervous system.

Tony: okay, we’re almost done, I just need to get heart rate and a blood sample and we should be done.

Azure: sure, what ever you need.

Tony: okay i’ll do your heart rate first so let me just scan you again for heart rate.

Azure: sure, take your time.

Tony begins the scan on azure and completes it, he looks at the screen confused before looking at azure.

Tony: ummm… okay so it’s glitching out right now and got a ready of 10 BPM which is basically impossible for you, so uhh, i’m gonna rescan you okay?

Azure: sure I don’t mind

Tony does the scan again, he wait a moment before looking at the screen confused again.

Tony: okay, now it’s saying… 258 BPM which is uhh… also impossible because your heart would’ve exploded by now… so I’m gonna do another scan

Azure: do as many as you need, this genuinely doesn’t bother me

Tony: thank you, now let’s hope it works this time

Tony does another 8 attempts, none of which are close to possibly accurate readings, which frustrates tony.

Tony: THIS STUPID PROGRAM’S BUSTED IT’S NOT EVEN CONSISTENT IN THE READINGS

azure: hey hey hey, calm down, i know you’re frustrated at the machine but there’s gotta be another way to get a proper reading

Tony: well i could just hear your heart, but i would need a stethoscope… actually… no I wouldn’t, you’re heart should beat loud enough if i put my ear on your chest i can hear it.

Azure: s-so you want to uhhh… lie on my chest for a minute and get my heart rate that way?

Tony: yeah… oh, OF- OF COURSE IF IT’S FINE WITH YOU OBVIOUSLY I MEAN YOUR BODY YOUR CHOICE AFTER ALL HEHEHE.

Without even thinking for a second, azure grabs tony and gently places him on his chest, where both lie down in awkward silence. Tony keeps tract of the beats while azure simply keeps calm as to not disrupt the data.

Tony: okay… 80 BPM, that’s far more accurate then anything else from the machine.

Azure: that’s… that’s good, ummm… I don’t mean to sound creepy but… how does it feel?

Tony: well your heart SOUNDS healthy so I don’t think that’s anything to worry about

Azure: No, I meant, how does it feel to ummm… lie on my chest?

Tony: OH… ummm, it’s… it’s soft, and uhhh, warm, and c-calming to be honest.

Azure: oh… that’s good to hear, guess that means if you’re ever stressed out you can just… lie on top of me

Tony: yeah… ummm, so why don’t I get that blood sample and I’ll turn in the data.

Azure: of course, here, you should be able to get it from a vein on my arm

Azure brings his arm close to tony where he sticks a needle into it and grabs a small blood sample. Azure then gently carries tony over to the door and helps him to stand with his crutch.

Tony: thank you for being cooperative, it definitely made my day a LOT easier.

Azure: yeah, uhh it’s no problem, hey before you go… can I uhh…

Tony: can you what?

Azure: it’s… it’s nothing, nevermind

Tony: hey, as long as it won’t hurt me, I won’t mind, after all I did do those tests today, I feel like it’s only fair if you get to do something to me.

Azure: umm… okay, just uhh hold still, please.

Azure lowers himself to the floor completely and gets his face closer and closer to tony. Tony is a bit frightened not knowing what he was going to do until he felt azure’s giant lips press against his entire body. After removing his lips, azure take a minute to realize what has happened.

Azure: WELL THAT WAS UHH DEFINITELY WEIRD UHH SORRY ABOUT THAT, WHY DON’T YOU GO GET THAT DATA SUBMITTED HUH?

Tony: OH UH YEAH SURE, I’LL DO THAT RIGHT NOW SEE YA TOMORROW BYE.

#g/t #g/t community #g/t idea #g/t related #g/t prompts #g/t scenario #g/t writing #sfw g/t #g/t characters #g/t story

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eljeebee · 10 months

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Louie Davis arrived at Manzanita Terrace! Jason Davis walked him there, Mason on his hip.

"Say bye-bye to your brother!" Jason said, tickling Mason's chubby chin.

"Bye Mace!" Louie waved at his little brother.

"Bwabwa!" Mason babbled.

Elizabeth hurriedly opened the door, Sid on her tail. "Hi, hi, come in, Louie, come in!"

"Thanks Miss Swanson!"

"Louie!! Come!!" Sid squealed, jumping up and down. She dragged him inside. "Hi Mister Davis! Bye Mister Davis!"

"Bye Papa!" Louie yelled before Sid further dragged him in.

Elizabeth walked up to Jason, saying, "Mister Davis, thanks for allowing Louie. This will make Sid's day — and not just this day, probably her whole life!"

Jason waved a hand, "Oh, don't mention it, Miss Swanson! The kid's new around here, and we'd love to welcome you and her here." He leaned in, jokingkly whispering, "Besides, this'll take some heavy stuff off my back while he's gone. It's hard trying to take care of Mason while that boy runs around."

Elizabeth stifled a laugh.

"Anyways, seems like Sid's very excited, huh."

Elizabeth nodded. "This is the first time I've seen her this happy ever since his dad died."

Jason nodded, fixing his hold on Mason. "It must have been hard on her. How are the two of you holding up?"

"Good, actually," Elizabeth nodded, she leaned at the closed gate, looking back at their door. She could see Louie and Sid exchanging a tight hug through the window. "Moving here gave Sid a fresh start. I'm glad it's working."

"Me too, kid, me too."

Mason yawned.

Elizabeth smiled. Jason shook his head, "Sorry, kid, looks like I've got to go now."

"It's fine!" She waved a finger to Mason. "Night, night little buddy."

Jason waved at her as he started to walk down to their house. Elizabeth waved back, before going back inside their house.

Later, Sid and Louie was on the treehouse's deck, playing space odyssey!

"I'm Commander Harper, and this is my favorite place in San Sequoia!" Sid exclaimed, reciting a parody of a famous quote from a famous video game.

Louie cackled, "That's witty Sid!"

"What's witty?" Sid tilted her head.

"Uhm...," Louie paused for a moment. "I think it means clever?"

"Ohh..."

"I'm your clone, and I'm going to be the real Commander Harper!" Louie exclaimed, waving his hand imagining a scanner on his arm is scanning Sid.

"I'm the real Commander Harper!" Sid pointed at him, a hand on her hip.

"Raaah!!!" Louie made finger guns aiming at Sid.

Sid "dodged" running to the cabin, hiding. "You'll never get me!"

Meanwhile, Elizabeth felt more inspired, and had a lightbulb. She stopped painting, yelled a "Be careful up there!" to the children on the treehouse and jogged back inside. She started writing a ballad.

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #simblr #ts4 simblr #The Davis'#Side: Swanson & Harper #ts4 stories

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hatterstan-shameblog · 1 year

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*gives you this photo and runs away*

You think I won't do it?

You think I won't play the game?

It's only been, what? A year since I wrote a silly backstory for one of these? You know, a totally fake and completely not serious scenario about a guy who looks exactly like this man but isn't actually the real guy because that would be weird?

Well. Luckily for you, I don't have to get ready, because I've stayed ready:

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Hey, Man, I Just Scrub The Sinks: Janitor Discovers A Mysterious Man Who Is Supposedly Waiting Out A Torrential Downpour While Also Being A Little Suspicious, Maybe?

Rating: PG13 for some vague allusions to violence and associated themes

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I have the best job in the world.

No, really. Full-time benefits, unlimited sick leave, weeks of vacation—and I only work on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights.

The pay is, frankly, gratuitous, and I receive regular bonuses. My boss is rather liberal when it comes to rewarding me for my supposedly superb work. I don't even have to do anything above-and-beyond, yet every few weeks, I receive an envelope in the mail full of cash and a lovely typed note thanking me for my attention to detail and strong work ethic.

It's nice, being appreciated like that. Not just financially, although that is quite thoughtful. People aren't always kind to janitors. Employers, clients, random people you come across in the day-to-day; but the second we're gone, society collapses. Disease runs rampant, accidents occur because of improperly maintained equipment, and even on a superficial level, everything gets real gross real fast. My boss must understand that, which is why he treats me the way sanitation workers should be treated everywhere.

All it takes to start a fire is a little spark, after all.

The work I do is in an old gym attached to a long-abandoned high school. It's on the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak, but the area is generally safe. In fact, I hardly ever run into anyone, which is just as well—I start at 3 o'clock in the morning, and I can't imagine anyone hanging around this place at such an early hour has good intentions.

...Aside from me, of course. I'm the good guy. I pull my cart of cleaning fluids and scrubbing materials up the cracked sidewalk and tap my finger on the scanner with pride. Way easier than a key, especially when the weather's as rough as it is tonight. The wind's cold as ice and it rains so hard it feels like I'm being pelted at from every angle.

At least it's nice and dry inside. For an old, cavernous place, it sure does seem to be built solidly. Not a single drip falls from the rafters, the windows high up on the walls sealed tight against whatever the elements decide to throw their way.

I used to get a little creeped out by how quiet and dark it was when I first started this gig, but there's another benefit to my work; I only have to take care of the locker rooms! One for the home team, one for the visiting team—they're identical, really, all done up in a cherry red color scheme that makes it kinda look like the bathroom in The Shining, but not in a bad way.

A bit unusual, but before I roll my accouterments into the home team lockers, I notice that the light is on. That's strange. In the three years I've worked here, I've never once been joined by anyone else. Even the boss doesn't come here, preferring to communicate with me through the mail.

I open the door carefully, cautious as to what I might find. My cart of supplies rattles noisily behind me, so there's no way whoever managed to sneak inside hasn't heard me approach.

At first glance, there's nothing amiss. The sinks to my left are as spotless as I left them on Monday, each silver faucet gleaming perfect chrome beneath the moody fluorescent lighting. Floor looks fine, but it'll look especially nice once I get the buffer out and give those teeny-tiny tiles a good polish. I'm almost ready to assume that I forgot to turn the light off the last time, but something moving in the mirror's reflection catches my eye.

"Uh. Hey," I call out, voice echoing in the cold, empty space. "Anybody there?"

I hear a soft rustling and from between the aisles of candy-red lockers emerges a person. At least, I'm inclined to think it's a person, given that it appears to have flesh-covered arms that are rubbing a red towel over his head.

"Ah, yes," says the towel figure, "Sorry, I was just, uh..."

The man stops and stands in front of the row of lockers, unobscuring his face. He almost appears a little shy, as if he's unsettled by my presence.

"I got caught in the storm," he explains further. He rubs the towel covering his dripping-dark hair, a few water droplets shaken loose and landing on his smooth, naked chest. "My car broke down and my phone died, so I thought I'd take a chance and try to find somewhere to wait it out. This is the only place I could get into."

"Not a lot of choices around here, I'm afraid," I answer. It's kinda weird to look at him, if I'm being honest—no matter which team you play for, a fine-looking man without a shirt is a fine-looking man without a shirt. I don't know how to feel about it, so I busy myself with unloading the heavy bottles of bleach from the bottom of my cart onto the long wooden bench that stands between me and this unfamiliar, wet man.

"Yeah, I figured that out the hard way," the man says with a light chuckle. He moves the towel from his head and wraps it around his shoulders. On the plus side, it gives the illusion that the man is wearing something over the top half of his body, and I begin to feel a smidge less strange about looking at him directly.

"You from around here?"

"Not far," the man replies. "I've got an apartment on the other side of town. Nice area. I like being close to the ocean."

"I do, too," I respond, "Although we do tend to get more of this weather. Usually doesn't give me much trouble, but it can be inconvenient."

"Like when strangers show up at your job at 3AM and get muddy water all over your nice clean floor?"

I smirk.

"I've gotta clean 'em anyways. Might as well make it worth my while."

It's then that I notice something a little off about the guy—not off, probably just me making a big deal out of nothing—but I can't stop myself from asking.

"Why are your pants so dry?" I get out my box of cleaning rags and open it, selecting a stack and flopping it unceremoniously onto the wooden bench in front of me. "I mean, your hair is soaked, and I assume that means your shirt got caught in the crossfire, too. But the pants look fine."

The man laughs.

"You're right, my pants are very dry. But my shirt is, too. I had my coat and an umbrella to protect me from the elements." He sighs, now almost appearing bashful, "I know it's not the most polite thing to do, but I decided to have a quick shower. I didn't think anyone would be around to mind. Hopefully I didn't leave the place in shambles."

"Hardly the worst mess I've had to clean up here, trust me."

The man cocks his head to the left slightly.

"Sounds like you've got some stories."

I pull out a spray bottle and begin to fill it. A few tablespoons of bleach in the bottom, then a few cups of water on top. Give it a good shake and it's ready to go.

"Everybody's got stories in my line of work," I answer. "Mold, mildew, stains. Various bodily fluids; blood, mostly. I figured that's why they made everything here red, to keep it from showing until I get here to clean it all up."

It's not a very clever joke, but the man chuckles along anyways.

"But, hey, man, what do I know? I just scrub the sinks." I illustrate my point by giving the first one a generous spritzing-down and then rubbing it down with a white cleaning rag until it shines. "It's not my job to ask questions."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"Nope," I give him a look in the mirror before I start scrubbing the second sink, "I don't care what's covering the floor, as long as I have the supplies to clean it up. Which I always do, by the way."

"You seem very well-prepared."

"I like this job. Sure, it's not for everyone, but it suits me well and pays even better. What more could a guy want?"

The wet stranger nods his agreement.

"What do you do?"

"I work for a private entity. I deal in personnel, among other things."

"Sounds tough."

"Some days, yes," The man smiles warmly. "Today was a good one, though. I got to meet a model employee. He'll no doubt be getting a promotion soon."

"Glad to hear that," I say, and I find that I really mean it, too. I don't know the first thing about this guy, but I feel like he's one of the good ones. Weird, but good.

"In fact," the man continues, "I believe the rain has let up. I imagine I can make it back to my car and start typing up the report."

I bring a fourth faucet to a sparkling shine, even after a stubborn splatter of blood had me scrubbing with a thick serving of elbow grease.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here, but I imagine you'd be a bit more comfortable elsewhere. Especially when I get the floor scrubber out—loud enough to wake the dead, I'm telling you!"

The man stands up.

"Then let me leave you to it," he says cheerfully. He offers a polite goodbye, and for a second, I'm almost sorry to see him go...even though it will be a lot easier to sweep up without an extra pair of feet getting in the way.

The man walks back into the depths of the lockers to collect his things while I finish up the sinks and get to work on inspecting the lockers. Only a few blood drops here and there, which are easily wiped away by my trusty scrubber sponge and a bit of disinfectant. It was pretty fresh, too, not yet the whole way dry, so it came up in no time.

I was just about to move onto the next row when I remember the fingerprint scanner. He won't be able to leave because he's not in the system. I slip off my rubber gloves and make my way through the back entrance to let him out.

But I'm too late. By the time I turn the corner, I see the wet stranger placing his index finger on the scanner and the light that indicates whether the doors are locked flashing sour apple green. True to his word, he carries an umbrella and has a rather warm-looking overcoat covering his person, and when he turns to look back at me, I feel something in my blood cool.

"I'll see you soon," the man says, and walks out the doors with a casual wave of farewell in my direction. The rain has slowed to a miserable drizzle, and he curiously opts to forgo his umbrella to casually stroll out into the night.

And once the doors close and lock behind him, I realize that my shoes are starting to feel wet. I hear the shower running; how odd that he'd have left it on. My shoes are going to need aired out for a while after this, for sure. I look down and realize I'm not, unfortunately, standing in a misplaced puddle of water.

I'm standing in blood.

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Do not ask me where the hell this came from because I have no idea......but I hope you liked it.

Again, I'm just making some wild stuff up based on the picture. The guy in the picture is not Nobuaki Kaneko, he's a fake guy who doesn't exist who LOOKS like Nobuaki Kaneko. So, like, don't sue me or whatever.

#writings and such #a small horror for today seems right i think #also dont think this picture doesnt haunt me becsude...........wow. i mean.#thats a........thats a very beautiful man.

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gumnut-logic · 2 years

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Nutty scraps

Nutty sick. Made the mistake of looking in fic folder for fic which I still haven’t found. Discovered soooo many fic scraps, I thought, here have some ::hugs::

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The bald bastard was restrained and helpless.

And since Virgil wasn’t in any fit state to stop him, Scott pulled back and landed a fist in the asshole’s face.

It was powered by all the anger, the fear, and the terror Scott had been forced through from the moment Virgil had disappeared from under Two a week ago.

A week. A whole week of desperate searching, hunting, despairing, until finally…the sight of his little brother lying crumpled in the corner of the basement, bruised and broken beneath an opulent mansion owned by this…he didn’t have the words.

But he had the fist. He raised his hand again as the man tried to scuttle away.

It was Alan who snapped him out of it. “Scott! He’s secure. Virgil needs you!”

Gordon was already on the floor, medikit and scanner out, assessing his brother. Scott let out a breath that betrayed him as almost a whimper.

“You’re dead, Gaat. Dead! You hear me!” But Alan was pulling him away and as the GDF swarmed into the room behind them, late as always, Scott turned to tend to Virgil.

He was greeted with one red rimmed brown eye – the other taken by swelling and dirt. A weak and trembling hand reached out and grabbed at his sleeve.

“Sc-t.” His brother spat out blood. “He din do it.” A pain-filled grimace and Virgil closed his eyes. “He didn’t do it.”

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This one was from the brief Elemental Weavers AU that I haven’t fleshed out enough to archive anything - there is one completed fic, but it is in the depths of Tumblr.

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“Scott! A little help?”

It was said with black humour and with lungs under so much strain Gordon was surprised the words made it out.

Virgil stood in his jeans and flannel, the latter torn and flapping in the wind as both arms, outstretched, struggled to hold the flow of rock and ash attempting to crush the village.

As Gordon ran, desperate to herd screaming villagers out of reach of the wall of grey black pyroclastic flow slowly eclipsing the sun as it pushed Virgil beyond his limits. Even Gordon with only his water empathy could see the echoes of his brother’s straining weaves flickering in the essence.

The wall wavered and moved millimetre by millimetre determined to bury and burn them all.

“In bound, Virgil, as fast as I can.” Scott’s voice was tight across comms, the roar of straining Thunderbird in the background.

Gordon grabbed a toddler as a mother clutched her baby and he helped her over the rocks that had already fallen. Getting several hundred people out of the way of the volcanic downdraft was almost impossible. But he was trying anyway. Scott was inbound in One, with Alan backing him up and following behind in Two.

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This bit was stopped because of techical issues, but I still like the idea of the scene.

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“You know what, Virgil? You suck.”

A shaky breath.

“Of all the things you could have done, you chose this? I…” There was a muffled grunt. Something hit something hard.

“This is my turf! You should have trusted me. I had it in hand. It would have worked.” There was silence for a moment. “Aaaargh! Why did you come in after me?! Goddamnit!”

He was cold and numb.

And drifting.

“Scott, now Scott, I can see doing exactly this kind of thing. In fact, if we don’t work out a way to get out of here soon, he’ll probably join us. We could invite Alan and John and have a damned tea party. Why don’t you guys trust me?!”

His brother’s voice was full of anger. It raged across his senses, attempting to push away the numbness, the cold.

It failed.

There was another aggravated sound. “You’re the one I can trust, Virgil. WHY??”

Why was Gordon so angry?

Why was Virgil so cold?

And numb, so numb.

Numb.

He drifted a little.

“It was always you and Scott. Always you two. I admire the both of you for that. If I’m honest, I had a little envy. I’m human, I admit it. You two always have each other’s backs. But then one day I realised that you had mine. Even when we come up against Scott, you have my back. And I can appreciate that.” A sigh. “We have a thing, Virg. I trust you, you trust me and we get things done above and below the water line. What changed today? Why did you follow me?”

Virgil tried to answer but the grey ate at him and he found he couldn’t move. He had no voice.

No voice.

“…impressive. That’s what she said. Took one look at you and I didn’t have a chance. And you know what? You didn’t even notice. You’re all brawn bro, women love it and you don’t even notice. You have me wondering if you’re looking in a different direction or if you already have your eyes on another feminine goal. You would tell me if you did, wouldn’t you? After all, we did speak about Penny. For all the shit you gave me, you were still a great bro about it. Don’t think I would have worked myself up to ask her out without your cheerleading. You would tell me if you had your eye on someone special, wouldn’t you?”

Someone special? The concept wouldn’t fully form in his foggy head. It was dark and murky. A random thought in the back of his head commented that he had his eyes closed and that explained everything, but it flittered away.

There was another gap. There were gaps. There had to be gaps. Gordon was talking and then he was gone and then he was talking again.

Gaps.

“…ease, Virgil. Please wake up. When Scott gets here and finds you like this, the shit is going to hit the fan. Please wake up.”

“Don’t do this to me.”

Do what?

Something touched his face and he flinched.

“Virgil?” It touched him again and he frowned. “Virgil! C’mon, bro, you can do it…”

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I have so many scraps lying around, it is ridiculous, but at least these might be something newish, and not reblogs. ::hugs you all::

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #nuttyfic

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Planing #5 - Adventures on -or- around the Caspian Sea

I already made an long post about 'issues with ferries', and this is going to be another one.

The straight line

The original Plan was to cross this part of the world in a straight line. Ferry over the Black Sea. Ferry over the Caspian Sea. Arrive in Kazakhstan. Feel happy!

While Georgia tries its best to make everyone feel happy and welcome... We have Azerbaijan on the other hand.

A small country that is locking up its borders since Covid19. Again and again and again. First it was a bit like 'weird' to watch this. But since they started to re-open the conflicts with Armenia, it seems to make a whole lot more sense.

They only allow you to enter by plane, while you could leave any way you'd like. They offer E-Visas and this is nice.. But if you love to buy a Plane ticket for about 100€ for an Road Trip, that you could had yourself, or for 20 bucks getting on a Train ticket. Probably you wont be happy with this 'solution'.

And last but not least. The Ships. Oouf. Good thing first. There IS a ship crossing the Caspian Sea. But ..

They arrive 'around then' and have an local mobile number that will give you 'a call' once they are there. This could be up to 10 days. I also saw people on the internet claiming, they had just been forgotten

They do not use the Baku Harbor. Oh no. They use the Port in Alat, an small Desert Town where you probably wont like to spend 10 days in the only existing motel.

Once on Board everything seems to be find. And as usual the staff on this ferries is not responsible for the companies being not able to even setup an, don't know, X account or anything to communicate to its customers.

Then you would arrive in Aqtau err, Kuryk. Kuryk? Yeah! Another Desert town in the middle of nowhere. 70 Kilometers below Aqtau.

You cannot even play 'desert Bus' on any of this locations. You need to hope for a cab. Or friendly truckers that will let you hopp on. But how to get a Cab in the Desert? You hope for internet? Wow. Risky bet. Seems like social networking on the ship will be crucial at this point.

Normally I would say 'wow, what an cool adventure', but, the price of this adventure.. About 150-200€ for the Plane ticket. 80€ for the ship. And another fixed 30€ for the e-visa. How many days you gotta wait for the Sip? Count in Hotel Costs and stuff. I would say the whole segment might hit 400€ and who knows how many days.

Since I have an limited amount of time and money on my hand. This gotta be an hard pass.

What then?

(Graph-Hopper - Geotrackers almost best friend)

For obvious reasons I had not planed in crossing Russia. For very obvious Reasons. But .. lets check it out

Most important things first: An E-Visa would come for 50€ and you don't have to jump hoops anymore like on the normal Visa Process.

No invites, even for tourists. No 120€ extra for weird travel agents that you would need. No limitations on how and where to move (in theory). And there is a huge list of border Stations that do have an E-Visa progressing scanner! I think china should also release this kind of list.

In other words: A lot had changed and to get an Russian Visa seems to be .. ... okay.

I had no trouble getting the Visa and there should be no reason for anyone to hire an agent to do this task. All Questions had been clear and easy to understand. Except that they ask you for an 'inviting company' even though that you stated to be an private tourist with no connections whatsoever. I just filled in the hotel where I booked an room for this purpose anyway. Maaybe I could not remember 'any social media platform' that I'm on. But who could?

And it was fine. Got he Visa and believe me, if I could get an visa with THAT photo that I used, everyone could.

Running up that Hill

The only public operating Border Station between Georgia and Russia is above 2000 Meters high up in the mountains. So there is no wonder that you have pretty limited Options how to cross it. No train! Only bus!

Mimino Trans Ge - A smal bus Company that offers the thing. You could basically start directly from Batumi or Tblis. They have an active Facebook Profile and seems to be friendly. If you want to "book" a Ticket or request prices you have to ask them via FB, Telegram or Whatsapp. I had no problems on that. From Batumi to Vladikavkaz (more on Vladikavkaz later) they take 200 'gel' (local word for lari, ₾) - thats about 70€ for an 9h trip. Fair.

The other one is Trans Kavkaz. They start in Tblis and to Vladikavkaz they want 2000₽ from you. About 20€ for an 5h ride is also fair. They offer this twice a week. Once you got the right mobile number into your Whatsapp (some numbers on 'mirror' homepages are outdated) you can book. They even try to write english, whats very kind of them given the fact that all homepages are written in russian only.

Both of them want you to pay on the bus when you hop in. No payment in advance required.

I do not expect much from the 'bus' that will drive. On some pictures it was actually an bus, on some it was more an big van. But who cares as long you have an good seat and it brings you out to the destination.

How many roads must I walk down ...

(I'm REALLY not sure what it is. But it is from Astrakhan!)

The next goal is to get to Astrakhan, that I usually call Astra-Chan since I think that sounds cute... But anyway!

Normally rome2rio is a great tool that pushes you into the right direction. Every time I need to know my options, rome2rio is there to help me out. But not this time. All the connections offered are high risk gambling or even outdated. How much sense do it makes to take an train that only arrives once a week, if it does? Some of the offered routes for trains even go way more north than I started my journey to begin with!

I spend many days on this. Maxed out the google translator and checked on any town or city in that part of russia. That's btw the reason why we will jump out on Vladikavkaz and not somewhere else: It's the overall package!

The train Station offers you to progress multiple times a day. You could decide to travel like people to in the 'deutsche Bahn': try to get closer to the Destination. Hope for the best. As least you are not stuck.

Sleeping on 'Rok's Hostel' is only 7€ a night and does not require any reservation. It's close to the train station as well.

The Bus to Astrachan.

Yeah. There is a direct bus from Vladikavkaz to Astrachan. Rome2Rio is not listing it, but I found it while strolling around on russian busticket sites. It starts each day on 11am and takes 8,5h. I had trouble to get an ticked for them. Many offered one, but only TuTu was able to progress payment with an western credit card while all the other homepages did not. It took 25€ from me.

The bus seems, from what I saw, to be pretty full most of the time. That's why it's good to be in a town with an decent hostel. In case that online booking fails, you still can try to get an regular ticket.

Pfew. You wont believe how difficult it was to find this bus. And a way to get an ticket secured. Isn't it weird, that you tend to do not trust something because it was hard to get?

The second Border

(The Border boardgame!)

Once in Astrachan we just wait for the next Train over to Atyrau. I decided to just take 'whatever is available'. Maybe also an Bus.

Train tickets can be bought online by Kazakhstan Railways. It should be around 33€.

And I just wanted to say how silly it is that blabla-car really believes that ANY customer will be there and use their service. lol.

This is it!

We crossed the Caspian Sea. Kinda. It will take us about 5 days, maybe more and cost about 200€. That's ALMOST the price (209,-) of the Lego 75371, Chewbacca. One of the most ugly things you could buy. Even the plate is just raw plastic with a sticker on it.

Lets feel happy for this world being so crazy if it comes to values..

(Lego set 75371)

#travel blog #travel #batumi #tbilisi #vladikavkaz #train #bus #russia #kazachstan #astrachan #atyrau #ferry

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