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Sometimes, life is busy. You shouldn't let that stop you from enjoying a good book, but who has the time to read the same words over and over again?

For your enjoyment and convenience, I have removed all duplicate words from the first Keeper of the Lost Cities book.

blurry fractured memories swam through sophie’s mind but she couldn’t piece them together tried opening her eyes and found only darkness something rough pressed against wrists ankles refusing to let move a wave of cold rushed as the horrifying realization dawned was hostage cloth across lips stifled cry for help sedative’s sweet aroma stung nose when inhaled making head spin were they going kill would black swan really destroy their own creation what point project moonlark then everblaze drug lulled toward dreamless oblivion fought back clinging one memory that could shine tiny spot light in thick inky haze pair beautiful aquamarine fitz’s first friend new life ever maybe if hadn’t noticed him day museum none this have happened no knew it’d been too late even white fires already burning curving city filling sky with sticky smoke spark before blaze miss foster mr sweeney’s nasal voice cut blaring music he yanked earbuds out by cords you decided you’re smart pay attention information sophie forced open not wince bright fluorescents reflected off vivid blue walls amplifying throbbing headache hiding sweeney mumbled shrinking under glares now staring classmates pulled shoulder-length blond hair around face wishing hide behind it exactly kind went way avoid why wore dull colors lurked blocked other kids who at least foot taller than survive twelve-year-old high school senior perhaps can explain listening your ipod instead following along held up like evidence crime though probably he’d dragged class natural history balboa park assuming his students be excited about all-day field trip didn’t seem realize unless giant dinosaur replicas came started eating people cared tugged loose eyelash nervous habit stared feet there make understand needed cancel noise hear chatter from dozens tourists echoed fossil-lined splashed cavernous room mental voices real problem scattered disconnected pieces thoughts broadcast straight into brain being hundreds tvs different shows same time sliced consciousness leaving sharp pains wake freak secret burden since fell hit five years old she’d blocking ignoring nothing helped never tell anyone wouldn’t you’ve above lecture don’t give asked pointed enormous orange duckbill center how lambeosaurus differs dinosaurs we’ve studied repressed sigh flashed an image card front display glanced entered photographic recorded every detail recited facts twisted scowl classmates’ grow increasingly sour weren’t fans resident child prodigy called curvebuster finished answer grumbled sounded know-it-all stalked exhibit next over follow thin separating two rooms block muffled grabbed little relief nice job superfreak garwin chang boy wearing t-shirt said i’m gonna fart sneered shoved past join they’ll write another article child teaches lame-o-saurus still bitter yale had offered full scholarship rejection letter arrived few weeks allowed go parents much pressure young end discussion so attending closer smaller san diego college year fact some annoying reporter newsworthy enough post local paper chooses ivy league complete photo freaked wasn’t strong word more half rules unnecessary front-page articles pretty worst nightmare they’d newspaper complain editor seemed unhappy story run place on arsonist terrorizing trying figure mistake bizarre white-hot flames smelled burnt sugar took priority everything especially unimportant girl most ignore or used caught sight tall dark-haired reading yesterday’s embarrassing black-and-white looked seen particular shade teal smooth sea glass beach glittered flickered expression gaze disappointment decide shrugged leaning closed distance between smile belonged movie screen heart did weird fluttery thing is pointing picture nodded feeling tongue-tied fifteen far cutest talking i thought squinted brown uh yeah sure say reason felt conversation accent british somehow crisper which bothered know are suck words soon left mouth course boys cute made mushy perfect returned told hulking greenish standing albertosaurus all its lizardesque glory me do think that’s it’s absurd

isn’t see saw small t rex: big teeth ridiculously short arms fine laughed i’ll get meet turned leave just classes kindergartners barreled fossil crushing screaming knock step whole realm pain kids’ stinging high-pitched needles many once angry porcupine attacking hands darted rubbing temples ease stabbings skull remembered alone reaction locked forehead pained imagined seconds hushed blood drain mean created plenty racket shrieks squeals giggles plus sixty individual chattering away gasped solved earlier everyone boy’s distinct accented speaking totally completely silent possible whispered widened moved whisper telepath flinched skin itch gave can’t believe backed exit reveal total stranger okay holding sort wild animal calm afraid froze my name’s fitz added stepping name searching sign part joke joking thinking wobbled spent seven find someone else world tilted sideways steady here looking twelve we better question: want air jerked bolted door stumbling shaky legs rhythm sucked breaths ran down stairs burned lungs bits ash flew ignored wanted space strange come shouted picked pace raced courtyard base steps wide fountain grassy knolls sidewalk got inside because poor quality footsteps gaining wait pouring energy sprint fighting urge glance shoulder halfway crosswalk sound screeching tires reminded both ways terrified driver struggling stop car plowed right die second blur swerved missing inches jumped curb sideswiped streetlight heavy steel lantern cracked plummeted instincts hand shot pulling strength somewhere deep gut pushing fingertips force collide falling gripping extension arm dust settled floated feel weighed ton put familiar warned bringing trance shrieked dropped without hurtled watch yanking split crashed ground impact knocked tumbled body broke fall landed chest stretched flurry questions swirling coherent idea sat replaying sense need witnessed miracle tighten panic let’s overwhelmed plan resist street reached intersection north zoo where crowd during firestorm running missed hearing changed terrifying scenarios involved government agents throwing dark vans experiments watched road ready bolt anything suspicious zoo’s massive parking lot relaxed outside milling cars happen witnesses slowed walk breath promise sincere easier opened hesitated supposed am trust won’t considered father sent specific age observe report always talk frowned disappointed himself does means expected threw what’s wrong touched eyelids suddenly selfconscious figured again awe us stopped whoa hang ‘one us’ frowning spotted fanny-pack-wearing within earshot deserted corner ducking green minivan there’s easy we’re human stunned speak hysterical laugh escaped repeated shaking riiiiiight insane trusting kicked stomped telling truth minute last listen plea humans vanished gone reeling leaned argued taking clear set pole minutes ago almost three managed finally saying alien erupted laugher cheeks grew hot also relieved compose elf hung foreign object belong visions tights pointy ears danced giggling expect guess stick wavy spikes rock star good crazy agreed refused serious frodo ring save middle-earth toys hid corners showed oh ought folded slender silver wand intricate carvings etched sides tip round crystal sparkled sunlight magic asking rolled actually pathfinder spun latch top dangerous you’ll faded depends take concentrate matter happens proof prove whisk land curious harm someone’s willed palms sweat fingers laced stupid tingled everywhere scanning warning look scowled bit tongue concentrated racing seriously become those silly girls counted raising facet beam refracted tightened grip forward warm tingling million feathers swelling underneath tickling giggle melted goo keeping oozing blanket warmth wrapped faster blink eye might squeaked stood edge glassy river lined impossibly trees fanning emerald leaves among puffy clouds row castles walt disney throw rocks kingdom golden path led sprawling elaborate domed buildings built brick-size jewels each structure color snowcapped mountains surrounded lush valley crisp cool

cinnamon chocolate sunshine places exist less appear forgotten released realized hard squeezing unable castle towers oddly our capital call eternalia heard shangri-la lost cities you’d stories rarely ridiculous things elves burst quiet gentle breeze brushing soft murmur traffic hammering unspoken very silence rising tiptoes view streets ghost town building towered others stones emeralds banner flying tribunal progress everyone’s watching proceedings council basically royalty holds broken law they’re deal laws well shook wrap cringing question funniest glared funny regained control try cling remaining strands sanity sun casting ray onto leaping hitched ride headed impossible infinite travel haven’t theory relativity stumped dumbest i’ve albert einstein huh dumb argue confident unnerving harder waited feather sensation dryer scattering directions until rubber band later shivering ocean whipping glowed carved moonlight failed passed bring herself true science book read confused observed ‘hey learned smug grin best minds begin comprehend complexities reality elves’ ahead slowest trump proper education shoulders sagged sank four scenery blurred whether tears entire lie nudged hey fault believed taught i’d done works bells chimed large gateway floor-length velvet capes draped tunics emerged followed creatures marching military formation rocky pants muscles prominently flat noses coarse gray pleated folds armadillo goblins signed treaty hating trembling dressed forbidden lumenaria worlds gnomes dwarves ogres trolls mentioning focused motioned farther squatting betrayed ancient councillors intelligent rule planning war ancients violence disappeared forbid any contact devices working defend race famine problems chilled frigid wind licking who’d known must’ve after eventually evolved myths simple yes peeked glowing crucial identity clicked spinning thousand loud clang gate stepped shadows sleek cobalt home jolted mom bus bland boring stole incredible blinding swept smoky fresh surprised recognized plain square houses narrow tree-lined house ask lived coughed handle putting pollutes planet these aren’t normal chemical smells usually wildfires smell barbecue melting cotton candy burn rain arsonists admitted pocket hoping notice dad wants knows neither important meant mystery he’s happy careful please shown today thank act family doesn’t suspect squared courage telepaths special ability rarer ones thirteen six months corrected liking youngest manifest start reverberated scanned positive waking hospital moment forget hooked kinds machines hovering shouting barely separate hold happening group adults haunted worry brows narrowed doing extra private keep wall weak hated bossed answering concerned action worked imagining stretching shadow mine blurted pale process hardest worries live fumbled answers long trouble knees link amazing will tomorrow panicked battered cluttered living phone she’s receiver having reeled daggers calling wandering worried police sorry stammered convincing horrible liar scared mom’s anger concern nervously curly guy realizing lies based freaking walked trolley train teacher guard ugh complained closing adult rubbed wrinkle appeared stressed upset safe stand weirdo understood dangers teased tormented bullied deflate wish trailed close rest sister slipped pin painful tight hug welcome honey dinner ten amy upstairs kitchen unease twist stomach worn linoleum pastel tacky knickknacks ordinary glittering kissed cheek shabby briefcase table how’s soybean wink baby apparently pronouncing thousands times lid simmering pots garlic cream filled handed silverware turn crackin’ scooted plopped usual chair nine role mastered opposite lower average grades popularity sisters wondered definitely powers lowered breathing: inhale exhale repeat care nickname dizzy must lay should eat skipping acting fettuccine night favorite rich sauce sudden nausea tug eyelashes chewed bite swallow fork official thanks great homework sprinted bed hiss shattered marty pounding fluffy cat sitting tail slunk settling lap marty’s purring

confront downstairs settle explained blonde chubby brunette screamed throbbed deeper ripped apart blinked related change lots adopted poked brought e l fudges plate cookies milk getting sick palm fever tired cookie stumbled routine crawled blankets wrapping pillow dreams kissing tucked tradition breathe ella yep elephant stuffed sleep tonight um guys hugged tighter hours labor endured switched birth daughter doubt wondering anymore dreamed keebler perfected recipes liked oreos drown vat fudge woke overrated morning quick shower jeans shirt buttery yellow stripes item closet self-conscious wear gold flecks admit clipped toyed lip gloss snuck check crept yard blinking stuck contained next-door neighbor perch middle lawn forkle rearranging garden tableaux nosy checking effect beady bored hers loved sentences complaining 911 obligated gnome fraction inch gives headaches yapping interrupted ball fur streaked barking spandex jogging shorts chased grabbing dog leash clumsy lunge kneeled stroking wild-eyed panting creature drew growled strained mad sister’s hates displaying several halfmoon wounds bleeding scar suppose willing carry blocks seems winked piercing certainly yelled jogger guy’s louder chaos wonder grab drag should’ve trick react stopping tracks side man straightened height quite intimidating ordered glowered promised snorted grumbling moving explaining whenever appearance waiting incident eyewitnesses frustrating confusing bell rang lurking scream demanded loudly heads bad flashing cocky rush blush unanswered tries creepy snatch slow replayed scene remember growling forkle’s quietly quieter we’ll we’d eyeing suspected impending mischief leap english ditch yesterday strangle pull disappearing fail willingly use telepathy brushed whispering pushed further test tested permission assignment frustrated matters invading offense scrunch nod movement nearby oak drowned could’ve sworn jogger’s campus gestured tree either imagine adjusted shouldn’t anyway who’s committee sidelong heat breaking automatically furious enjoyed caused determines grinned future shield surveyed surroundings metal nearly everglen leading doors absorbs directly likes privacy stressful doubted king kong faint click swung inward striking clearing growing midnight cape fastened clasp diamond-encrusted wings lean vibrant resemblance alden introduced bow curtsy shake greet shy pleasure prominent kidding unusual flush smiled embarrassed fire alden’s injury muttered son shared kidnapping considering such might’ve paranoid has touch rude assure love kidnapper searched reassure kindness agree placed gently jacket ticked indeed fascinating sounding triumphant perfectly specifically nexus forgot covered dug cuff coat clamped bracelet wrist twisting fit snug comfortable accessory single jewel rectangle symbols letters spelled gibberish odd decorate finality safety precaution break particles carried concentration circumstances bare early fools overestimate skills fade cautious answered lose yourself able fully reform pulls forever goose bumps dimple cleared throat prefer reproving send mission collect long-lost guests wiped blooming red pink purple rainbow perfume flowers dizzying testing qualify foxfire paused fungus insulted prestigious academy named represents glow darkened comes ‘fungus’ strongest talent kiss goodbye excuse proud attend accomplishment earliest levels develops abilities continue studies elvin sneak work knowingly chills mixed night’s troubling revelation sickening councillor bronte difficult impress feels upbringing lack disqualify surprises existed miffed votes squat brown-skinned huge tended fairy tale plants slantways shuffled carrying basket twinkling fruit guessing pictured men hats statues servants stare choose safer gardens enjoy privileged taste gnomish produce lunch treat dig slimy tubers slugs hoped menu peeled meadow elegant manor entirely intricately numerous turrets gables rose tower resembled lighthouse braided foyer prism widest hallway fountains spouted streams colored water hall dead-ended encrusted jeweled mosaic

diamond unicorns amethyst spoke wealth squeezed formal dining sheer silk curtains drawing chandelier waterfall shimmering crystals platters fancy goblets figures jewel-encrusted circlets plush thronelike chairs surrounding curtsied necks clasps keys horribly underdressed fabrics except disguise kenric oralie football player toothy princess rosy ringlets met smallest cropped features finger pairs floor laughter squirmed joined pleased shape it’ll transformed noticing autorepeat: scooting oralie’s one’s died yet hurt immortal trace sorrow bodies aging reach adulthood wrinkles belongs yourselves guest uncovered grimace strips glop goop tasted juiciest cheeseburger stuff mashed carnissa root umber leaf tastes chicken animals tone ate toxic waste squirming grimaced vegetarians horror vegetables cheeseburgers tells swallowed mouthful thud discussing openly respond kenric’s jaws dry remembering warnings stay begun eight pass mentioned learn relax bronte’s icy gust common announced jaw flushing chagrined incredulous impenetrable key sentence ‘almost breached guilt conscience sounds infallible thinks likely exceptionally lift weight telekinesis recovering embarrassment shrank goblet accident raised lifting invisible scoffed unimpressed limitations unlike physical confidence clue giving blew pretending imaginary extend sharper worth saucers applauded excellent praise couple glasses determined stronger ounce core empty collective gasp including breathed celebrate cramped strain knocking thunderous collision open-mouthed shock hollered sealed clapped language guys’ enlightened leaped instinctive interesting babbling teasing noisy gripped ‘soybean’ mispronouncing blushed chuckled beside dusting waved insisted sighed suldreen stretch line rare species bird puzzle solve uncomfortable coincidence convince decision barked shoving moonlarks vote otherwise fight favor final fragile lovely empath emotions extended grasped delicate fear confusion sincerity describe azure settles revisited till adjust invoke demand probe planned arranged quinlin busy decipher fun training looks iffy ‘bothered’ dad’s reluctant emptiness exploded choked saving colder implications ditched stall punishment atlantis nowhere patch white-capped waves signs seagulls screech poop hardly continent tide pool triangular slip slick shoes match gown begged status noble members nobility offices empire waist beaded neckline dress costume seeing clothes: tunic embroidery edges pockets sewn sleeves exact size sit boots completed thankfully knowing biana comparison changing subject ledge engineered catastrophe compartment revealing bottles label bottle whirlpool uncorked flung blast whipped faces roar churning ladies suggested worse gulped maelstrom beneath salty sprayed jump push count dignity drowning flailing idiot formed tunnel dipping weaving craziest waterslide starting launched vortex sponge licked toe pack kittens minus kitten sprang cushion smoothed wet incoming rocketed slightly squishy packed sand gleaming metropolis dome beyond soared skyline bathing radiating spires network canals interconnected arched bridges pictures venice modern clean despite bottom underwater muted hum background seashell ear build stores power precisely amount changes plated reflect firelight illuminate sink wandered shops renaissance fair women’s gowns shifted advertised two-for-one specials bottled lightning fast approval spyball applications strolled hybrid chicken-lizard invented main canal hailed carriages floating almond-shaped boat rows high-backed benches elbow-length steered bench reins skimming surface eight-foot-long scorpion deadly pincers reared curled sting eurypterid stroked shiny shell eurypterid’s slice emitting low hissing petted harmless carriage quinlin’s yours fiber mutant insect doom probed gritted pressing hideous sonden’s office thrashed heebie-jeebies commute while secure needs protection file highly classified business district windows tracing bearing names treasury registry interspeciesial services unreadable random strings runes nonsense writing

alphabet clueless chin jumble nah affected gap kid option country tests dropping member broad kelp ornamentation precise read: sonden: chief mentalist cube swiped elbow ping assurances humiliating bypassed receptionist dim damp stone desk dark-skinned chin-length seat ceremony unique understatement squirm handing lick dna unsanitary tiniest hologram center: rotating unearthly breathing prentice sacrificed double helixes sacrifice reasons fears hundred seventy-eight murmured began pacing invaded she’ll greatest keeper older midstep record share trained charge protecting currently hidden karaoke game sing off-key notes clearly eavesdropping strip slid winding stairway climbed oval footage brush projected chill aerial southern california lines circle area images deepened valleys ruled reflections note interrupting communicate waving warn turning overreacting glancing shuddered desperate kidnapper’s threatened easily implied nameless faceless entity quickly threatening authorities would’ve shivered accelerant chemicals leads lighting spilling oil blowing investigate council’s position here: takes visit babysitter decent equally spying steam secrecy existence discovered hoax search updated slight bypassing distracted evillooking matches keepers lagoon glint shimmery dunes lake west shore statue topped hollow iridescent film shimmered loop apparatus resemble bubble lifted clung shrieking levitate forming touching bubble’s rumble coming geyser shoot eleven crash below bobbed where’s scary pure joy popped whisked glaring gates flash strode olive contrast youth shone nerve summoning personal shorter intimidated difference sooner exiled clench fists backward tiergan aware opinion summoned convinced tiergan’s fierce crumbled crossing expert inventory widening whatever foxfire’s newest mentor puppy officially weirding becomes provide retired given persuaded return resentment mixture surprise hone assistance reasonable restrictions pretend opportunity silencing bet terrible mood mumbling mostly irresponsible manage choice benefit stares notify dame alina returning kept bruise meantime session listed remedial schedule lessons dummies correct assumption warmed tuesday brilliant panel everglen’s grounds sessions study student subjects one-on-one nerves one-onone succeed mention level grade relearning self-doubt heavier fragmented disappear explanation aside pleasant dis arguing overstuffed armchairs woman squealed snickered wife della pinched gesturing dear vanishers smiling musical hint della’s beauty tossed pursed heart-shaped parents’ combined gangly troll interceded borrow errands frumpy files requested denied request approve grady edaline case torn radiant parcels strobe unwrapped packages clasped cord neck choker pendant elf-y anytime fund’s activated fund register money standard dollars lusters laughing luster dollar crinkled ew insult afford differently limited seventy eighty makes sad curved window overlooking silvery floor-to-ceiling aquarium wingback facing piled books scrolls anxiety remind stacks newspapers circled crossed news removed drawer theories irritation super stuttered discuss faced solution allow ours they’ve effective immediately too-simple accept kick constant discovery longer unbearable loneliness friends grasping overwhelm areas access severely restricted dead deciding gravestones became vivid: grave tearstained draw suffer struck complicated relocated jobs erase tear obvious believing shutting function erased armchair scrubbed forbade sob occurred risking twenty alert plans clothes sees wiping focus bent unshed horrors cringed buried trembled bouncing busted eavesdrop grounded hugging worrying pouted pettiness bratty obnoxious pain-in-the-butt embrace struggles play daughters mouths senses hook hurry daze rememorize room: dusty available quilt mother tripped furry crouching releasing pathetic meow disk sleeping gas release drugging physically ill backpack slung giggled elizabeth clutching anywhere couch fingered ordering thirty crumpled burying recognize crouched smearing drool snot drugged sobs

overcame jerk washers bags regret bear slept finish hawaiian family’s limp determination taken fourteen cried assured stranglehold haunting gets hope personally oversee relocation flared wrung guardians title selected enthusiasm strangers elwin’s blue-crystaled temptation shiver raked bones orphan conservatory lead backyard security choosing saved ache suffering gift raise ended abandoned wipe elwin physician medical hate doctors brave regular nightmares brief stays struggled dragging direction drop free implying biana’s glare escape punch bathed gigantic glued cushioned cot syringe goes fidget spectacles scientist snapped painless orb flasher manipulate skilled orem vacker show eclipse biggest celebrations traditions damage permanent tensed food chance innocent cells dashing depending orbs squinting lenses stunningly lit dramatic expecting toxins research rifled satchel vials liquids major detox braced medicine syrups nectar unknown fruits tingly drink youth legends enzymes essential health refreshing downed contents gulp drank medicines list follow-up checkup whistled sometimes heated lame stinky stegosaurus shame horrified production wimp doctor phobia jumping needle strap bunch shots allergic how’d concrete nine-one-one unconscious genes kicking trigger bedroom canopied chandeliers room’s gotten deserve ruined chanting mantra shut pajamas tuck asleep belonging alive twenty-five catch breakfast clock shop furniture detoxes materializing clutched ghostly exotic heartbreaker fitted glamorous shopping explosion behold wardrobe outfits extras pick beat-up sparkly casual packing leaked days unpack hungry knotted sadly dampened preserve havenfield exciting jolie deny loss wonderful booming fenced-in pastures spread scrambled versions rehabilitation centers sanctuary protected trap nessie artist endangered gorillas lions mammoths extinct thriving herd woolly colonies saber-toothed tigers slack exists rob qualities provides thrive feeding hunt diet steep cliffs caves flower-lined using ropes lasso lizard neon beast protest drama queen husky male commanded beast’s heave feat twice snaarrll bucked guardian lunged tangled writhed losing balance verdi tyrannosaurus comments meeting jaculus winged serpent feeds support contain bloodsucking snake claws snout tremble lowering fangs glinted slobber motioning glimpse dinosaur-riding chiseled feather-covered james bond robin hood balding relate handsome feathery banged pet rub rex’s stayed docile unblinking separated verdi’s wound plugged slime death rot tuna fish combination kelpie dung bites jar swear edaline’s grady’s wary compared palatial estate mansion standards columns cupola roof entryway central upper floors cascaded ceiling wispy fabric turquoise amber curls similar circles fluff presentable rex picking playing rodeo cowboy nope wash staircase sadness lingered tea mallowmelt insist gooey cake fresh-baked chip soaked ice frosting butterscotch dripping hasty slices served nook grazing linens painted china homesick woken lushberry juice pop possessed conjurer form teleporting objects coolest unfortunately scraggly slurps burps letting friend’s ached grieve fished imparter simply strangled pounded reassuring deafening third star-shaped dangled glittery weaved carpet scent canopy occupied dressing bookshelves brightly volumes bathroom bathtub swimming biting awesome assumed jolie’s tour awkward delicious soupy pizza unpacking wrinkled scrapbook wherever welled remnants dried sixteen sunrise streaks blending mirror darken awake finishing hovered doorway interrupt riser shades clap bruises conjured bowl spoon banana bread tempted impose sloppy handwriting upside symbol corner: bird’s beak tickled babble scare extremely documents cipher moisture particularly believable prescribed drawn eager fidgeting ruffles simplest bought hi kesler groaned island mysterium identical mold vendors spices sweets buzzed crowded sidewalks working-class social rank ‘talent simpler correspondingly unfair born lesser lives type designed village avoiding whispers ruewen pretended different

store crooked nursery rhyme burps: merry apothecary belched maze shelves pills laboratory beakers bubbling burners rainbow-colored lab skinny tousled strawberry periwinkle blob tubes add amarallitine dex tongs vial experiment poured beaker sparked plume dirty gag concoction exclaimed hello ‘hello impersonation sludge eda scrap sheet kesler’s brother-in-law nephew practically monday al freaks dimples burped beanpole hooded cloak vika annoyance handiwork written girl’s bald scalp meanwhile stina ’cause twitched battling sell solutions sasquatch dent bony appendages children throttle hairoids stock week wailed ogre wicked misses responsible friendly rage here’s spat helping customers potent hat flinch useless buy countered retort stina’s oooh slammed fist timkin heks helps situation traditional absolutely brings stuffy nobles happier grinning mess tweak supplies armful worktable sneaky beard dex’s evil mortar pestle teach tingle attempt fifty-seven solo property collapse practiced checked displayed sliver percent chose he’ll hawk mentors monitor weakness expelled pushes transferred exillium swallowing bile mounting attack messy juline riveted gossip interruption interest hilarious bookshelf mounted cover camera summer flipping pages naked mouse suit disneyland dizznee photos honestly movies outlets flipped technology solar powered rifling sir conley’s luck lady galvin highest rate rig calming flooded seventeen gadgets chimes arrive uniform skirt leggings shirt-vest-cape combo laceup jerkin long-sleeved slacks waist-length superhero captain blueberry rescue meaning order demonstrate rid wimpy halcyon mastodons mascot birds storm mastodon ceremonies costumes glad idiots appealing crest triangle heart: scarlet eagle soaring talons chemistry equipment theirs adopting adoption adopt temporary enrollment manticore themselves parties dies span cope calmed orphans wylie whose recover connection blames wylie’s hanging leapmaster 500 lucky authorized 250 tons rotated five-story pyramid sharply angled u stained seventh amphitheater extensive fields grass hopelessly prodigies uniforms building’s finding ducked starts orientation principal reads announcements attendance collar track peal close-up stunning porcelain caramel-colored foremost whoever reekrod weekend mark punished fullest extent threat dangle continued detect ah spotlight hissed viper’s nest ssssssophie hole crawl concludes today’s nearest exception divided wing banners bore midflight halls quad throughout sparkling sapphire chatted doorways lining atrium spectacle creating marked rune locker mirrored lock uses gross faculty picks flavors pepper sneeze croak yelped stench rotten eggs dash diaper muskog wheezy snicker whirled towering mass frizzy cackling hags stalking hairs shave earth serum friday retorted raven swishing behavior phasers ashamed apologize obviously spend detention alexine stinks beet minions kinda frog fumes catching jensi rapid-fire speech talked buckets redder instructed honest ‘human girl’ ‘sophie’ whim elementalism pride backtracked twists turns drops warped wooden session’s zapped ‘zapped’ thunderclap eighteen tray electrocuted quiver conley hitting fluted botched sending tornado tornadoes mastering elements entering foods series stalls court mall recognizable eaten tables cafeteria whom discourage joining verge perceptible message clear: focusing bigger jensi’s acne braces fairly slicked greasy ponytails drooled setting bang c’mon dude unison ‘e’ duh drooly volunteered singed universe daunting exaggerated messing ‘dude’ killing explode cough pixielike rescuing tossing petite balled braids suicide overeager marella mare nicknames obeyed enemies honored pucker licorice lemon fan prettypants rather grumpy brat brother’s dreamy willpower copying sip looped defending dizznees triplets says ‘bad match’ genetically incompatible inferior aunt uncle superstrange celebrities famous vackers superimportant marella’s sympathy grandma heartbroken helpless veins hopeless cases guarantee scooping mammoth shudder awful afternoon feared astronomical

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Impromptu trip

Chris and Matt x y/n

(sorry this story is long asf I got really into it)(read time- Contains-smut, threesome , dom-Chris, dom-Matt, sub-reader, roughhh sex, use of names like- slut, whore, daddy, ma, baby ,sir. Slight dumbification kink. blue-matt orange-chris pink-y/n

Y/n pov-

Me , matt and Chris just landed in Michigan. We are here for about 5 days for a music festival they got invited to and brought me as a plus one. Im so excited since I haven't gone to a music festival but have always wanted to .

We're exhausted givin none of us slept on the plain and its around 5 am right now. We found our uber and made our way to the air bnb. The people who invited them booked the place we'll be staying at so we have idea what to expect but i'm just excited to get there take a shower and get some sleep before tonight. After about a 30 minute ride we reach a cute little cabin . We get out and grab our bags from the trunk and thank the uber driver then make our way to the door and type in the entry code . We make our way in and take a look around . It has a warm and cozy atmosphere . The living room is pretty spacious .

let's go check out the rooms chris says as he walks up the small set of stairs.

me and Matt follow as Chris opens one of two doors only to see its a bathroom.

we all look at each other in confusion since we expected it to be a bedroom.

we want to open the last door at the end of the hall and it opens to a large bedroom.

damn this is nice

yeah it is

uh guys... I say slowly realizing this is the only room in the house

they both turn to look at me .

what they say in unison

I don't know if you noticed but ...this is the only bedroom in the house

they both look shocked then look at each other.

well shit Chris says as he looks back at me .

Matt looks at me with a small smile .

I mean it wouldn't be weird to all share a bed would it

I mean.. I guess not no

good thing its a king size then chris says as he flops down on the bed .

I laugh a little and hop onto the bed laying down too and Matt follows laying on my opposite side.

we all lay there for a minute in silence.

im so fucking tired I say and they both agree

lets set an alarm for like 2:30 since the festival starts at 6 and they have a car picking us up around like 4:45 Matt says as he sets an alarm on his phone .

I roll over facing Matt since I cant sleep on my back comfortably . We all fall asleep pretty quickly .

Fuck y/n you feel so good chris moans as he slamming into me from the back . Matt is in front of me shoving his dick down my throat as im gagging on it as moans escape my mouth from how good chris feels . mm fuck just like that sucking down my dick like a good girl matt groans as he pulls tighter in my hair ...

I jolt awake to the alarm with wide eyes . What the fuck did I just dream about. I just had a dream about having a threesome with two of my best friends and ... I hate to admit it but I can feel how soaked my thong is as I sit up.

Matt groans as he turns off the alarm and stretches out as Chris sits up rubbing his eyes.

sleep good matt asks me as he looks at my reddened face.

mhm- yeah slept great I rush out as I crawl out of bed and go to the bathroom.

I go pee as I try and wrap my mind around the dream I just had. I mean obviously Matt and Chris are attractive but i've never dreamed about them sexually. For some reason I feel guilty about it but I also cant ignore how turned on I am from the thought of having them both use me in that way.

I splash some water on my face to wake me up a bit then make my way back into the bedroom.

im gonna go shower in the downstairs bathroom real quick Matt says as he grabs his towel and leaves the room .

you care if I shower first chris asks me as he stands up from the bed and stretches. My mouth dries up as I watch his shirt lift and show his v line and a bit of his happy trail.

hmm I say as my eyes snap back up to his as I see a small smirk form on his lips .

I said do you care if I shower first he says tilting his head to the side

oh no your good I still need to pick my outfit anyways so go ahead I say trying not to get red from the intense eye contact hes holding with me .

mmk he says smiling as he walks out the door to the bathroom

I go to my bag and pull out three option each with a different vibe

outfit 1

outfit 2

outfit 3

I love them all but I just don't know which to pick . One is comfy but hot . Two is very risky and see through so picking undergarments is gonna be difficult . Three is so cute and has some character to it.

I sit on the floor looking at them debating when Matt comes in. Towel hanging low with water droplets still on his skin. I try not to stare for too long but he catches me and smiles causing my face to get red.

watcha doin he asks as he walks to his bag pulling out boxers and his outfit .

trying to figure out which outfit to wear I say truthfully. I look back at the outfits still trying to think about which one will be the best.

why don't you try them on and ill help you pick he says as he's slipping on his sweatshirt and boxers then his pants.

I look back at him and notice his outfit has beige in in making me lean more towards the 3rd option.

okay turn around and i'll put on the first option

he turns around and I change into the first outfit. I like it but I feel like it may be too plain.

okay you can look

he turns and looks me over making me nervous .

I like it . It's comfy but a little plain he says with a smile

yeah I was thinking the same thing I answer honestly

okay the next one is ... a bit crazy and see through so ...

he smiles and turns around waiting for me to get the second option on.

I grab a plain black thong from my bag and some black nipple tape I brought .

I throw tape over them in the shape of x's and then put the thong on then the outfit . I look in the mirror and shake my head . This outfit is very slutty and I don't know if I should be out it public wearing it but... whatever.

okay turn around

he turns and his jaw slightly drops .

damn... its I mean ... you look good

I laugh a little at his answer .

its a bit too much huh I ask hoping hell answer truthfully.

I mean its veryyy see through don't get me wrong it looks amazing but... I think its a bit too risky he says as he stairs at my body making my face heat up.

yeah I think its a bit too much skin showing . I turn and bend down grabbing the shirt for the next outfit.

I hear Matt clear his throat whisper "damn" under his breathe. I smile as I realize he just got a clear view of my ass.

I turn around and he whips around staring at the wall shifting on his feet.

I smile as I get the last outfit on . I smile in the mirror loving the way this one looks on me .

okay this is the last one

he turns and looks at me with a big smile on his face.

oooh this one is the best definitely this one he says shaking his head .

I agree I like this one I say as he turns back around . I put back on my shirt and shorts then Chris walks back in from the shower repeat of Matt walking in . He has his towel hanging dangerously low his hair still dripping water down his body . I turn back around but feel eyes on my back . I look over my shoulder to see he’s looking at me with a smirk. I blush as I go to grab a towel and going back to grab my hair products and body wash.

I’m gonna shower then get ready I say as I make my way out of the bedroom.

Alright Chris says as he goes to grab his outfit for tonight. My eyes linger in the way his back muscles move when he picks up his pants . I look over at Matt as he quarks a brow at me and smirks . I turn and walk out quickly embarrassed that he caught me staring at Chris for a bit too long after he already caught me staring at him when he was in his towel.

I take a hot long shower then hop out and throw on my towel before going back to the bedroom to grab my hair dryer , makeup and outfit.

I walk in and there eyes shoot to me both looking me up and down making me nervous.

I walk to my bag grabbing the stuff I need then making my way back to the bathroom to get ready.

Matt’s pov-

I couldn’t help but notice the way y/n looked at me when I came into the room after my shower. At the way her ass looked when she bent over in her thong. I know she’s one of our best friends and I shouldn’t be thinking the things I am about her but I can’t help myself she’s just so beautiful. The things I want to do to her are so so wrong but fuck I want her so bad.

I turn to Chris he looks at me brows raised waiting for me to talk.

Bro if I tell you something you gotta promise not tell anyone

He looks at me but smiles

Okay I won’t tell anyone now what is it

I… i think I’m into y/n

Fuck dude he groans as he shakes his head .

What is that bad

Yeah

What why I mean I know she’s our best friend but -

Nah that’s not why

Okay then why I ask looking at him with a certain look on my face telling his to spit it out

Because… I think I’m into y/n

Fuck I groan as I put my head in my hands. Me and Chris have never liked the same girl and usually we don’t like the same type of girls but I guess y/n is an exception . Now we’re both fucked

We sit in silence for a bit before he turns to me

Okay you saw the way she looked at me when I came back In from shower right

Yeah but… she did the same to me when I came in I answer In all honesty

So … what if she thinks we’re both attractive

I mean I don’t fucking know dude it’s not like we can share her

He looks at me before his eyes widen and he smiles .

I mean… we could though

My eyes widen as I look at him . That would be weird asf sharing a girl with my brother but also … if we both want her I mean … who knows .

I… wouldn’t that be weird

I mean a little but … it’s either neither of us get her orrr…

We both get her I finish his sentence as I sigh a little .

As we’re both deep in thought on our phones the door opens and she walks in .

She’s so beautiful her hair is curled and it looks like there’s … glitter in it but I can’t tell from this far away. Her makeup done perfectly her eyes holding a seductive look and god damn her body in that little outfit . It’s driving me crazy and I can only guess Chris is thinking the same things .

You look great I say as I look her up and down . She smiles at me widely giving us a little spin.

Thank you and hey looks like we’re all matching she says pointing out the fact we’re all wearing shades of beige in our outfits.

chris's shirt , pants , shoes.

ah damn your right I didn't even notice

well im gonna go grab a water real quick you guys want me to grab you anything she says as she makes her way to the door .

can you grab me a Pepsi please

same for me I say smiling at her.

she nods her head and turns out the door

I look at chris and he looks at me we both have a knowing look in our eyes.

okay ... I thought about it i'm down to share if you are

same just promise it won't be weird

it won't be I say smiling he smiles and we dap each other up in agreement.

she comes back in drinks in hand as she walks over handing them to us.

we thank her and watch her as she walks to her bag and grabbing her shoes for tonight.

y/n pov-

The way they both are looking at me right now has me nervous asf .

I try to ignore it as I take a sip of my water and set it on the floor.

I tried to tighten the small corset that goes with my outfit but didnt do a good job so I look at them .

can one of you help me tighten my corset real quick

yeah I got you Chris says as he sets his drink down on the bedside table and standing behind me .

he slides my hair over my shoulder out of the way causing goosbumps to cover my arms . Ever since that dream I had earlier any look or slight touch has my heart beating out of my chest .

okay how do I tighten this thing he asks as his hands move to the laces

okay go to the top laces and pull them out a bit then do that to the rest and then pull the long strings when your done and tie them in a bow I explain and he nods his head then starts pulling the top ones tightening the part thats on my ribs .

I gasp when he pulls a little too hard and I stumble back into him.

damn okay not that hard I laugh out as I step away and back infront of him.

matt chuckles and so does chris .

okay sorry ill be a little softer

he pulls the rest perfectly tight then pulls the long pieces trying to tie the them in a bow but failing with a frustrated huff.

here I got it Matt says as they switch places and Matt ties in in a cute little bow

okay all good he says patting my sides making me jump slightly

thank you guys

they both say no problem at the same time making me smile.

okay the car is gonna be here in about 10 minutes so lets make sure we got our passes and shit we need then were good .

can one of you guys keep my cards and phone in your pockets when we get there I don't have any pockets I ask as I look between them both

just bring your id I got you if you wanna buy anything there Chris says .

oh no you don't have to do that I say waving my hands like im saying no .

he shakes his head smiling

no really y/n we brought you as our plus one its the least I can do

I mean okay if your sure I say looking at him

im sure now come on put your id in my pocket and then get your shoes on he says as he stands there waiting for me to move.

I grab my id from my wallet and slip it in his pocket them go to put my socks on then my shoes .

I struggle to bend over since the corset around my waist is constricting my movements.

need some help Matt laughs as he comes over grabbing my shoes .

yes thank you sorry the corset is not easy to bend in

your good go sit on the bed and ill help you put em on

I smile and make my way over to the edge of the bed sitting down .

I cant help but smile at how sweet they are . They treat me with respect and have never once done anything to upset me at all they've never even raised their voices once at me which I appreciate. There are so many reasons i'm best friends with them I mean the list goes on so naturally I start to feel guilty for thinking of them in ways I did earlier. I mean I shouldn't be thinking about having them both use me in ways that I shouldn't but every time I get a flash back from my dream my stomach flutters and I feel wetness pool in-between my thighs.

the second Matt kneels in front of me lifting my foot so he can slide my boot on my thoughts go to so many other ways id like to see him kneeling in-between my thighs and my face gets red.

he looks up at me and I smile before looking away hoping he doesn't see how red my face is . The way he just looked up at me in between my legs has me pulsing around nothing .

you okay he asks as a small smirk appears on his face

y-yeah just bit hot in here I say trying to make up an easy excuse that may be believable.

mmm he hums and then puts my other boot on

alright y'all ready the cars here Chris asks looking at us

"yep ready" we say in unison making me let a small giggle out as I grab my phone and follow them out the room and down the stairs to the car.

we get in and the driver heads to the artist pass entrance.

Chris's friend is an artist photographer so he got us artist guest passes which is exciting but also nerve racking at the same time .

we get out of the car and I follow behind Matt timidly . I may be a groan ass adult but in situations like this I turn into a nervous little girl .

Matt notices and swings his arm around my shoulder making me smile.

no need to be nervous everyone is chill he says which shocks me a bit given he also has anxiety and I would think this environment would have him anxious but I guess not.

I nod my head and take a breathe making him smile

Chris daps a couple guys up some I recognize and some I don't

Matt daps them up too and all eyes turn to me making me gulp nervously

"you must be y/n" one of them says making me smile

yeah hi guys it's nice to meet you all I say smiling and giving a small wave

they all smile and we all start walking to a tent on the side of the stage

the festival has been so fun we all nod and sway to the music .

some songs I know since Chris plays rap 24/7 but some I don't but still enjoy

having fun Chris says wrapping his arms around my shoulders from the back resting his head on top of mine .

so much fun ... thank you for bringing me with you I say smiling as I watch the artist on stage .

of course it wouldn't have been as fun without you he says placing a gentle kiss into my hair making me smile. I know it was just as sweet friendly gesture but it has my stomach bursting with butterfly's .

I rest my head back into his chest swaying to the music .

I look over at Matt as he smiles at me winking them looking back at the stage . Again just a friendly gesture but has my knees almost buckling at how hot it was.

Chris friend with his camera ask if he can take some pictures of us we agree and he snaps a couple of us as Matt joins and we all stand with each other smiling having a good time

these are great ill send em to you later chris he says as he walks back to the front of the stage taking pictures of the artist performing.

after about 2 more hours we decide to head out before the last artist is done so we can get out quickly.

We hop in the car and the driver takes us back to our place .

We get home at about 1 am and decide to DoorDash some McDonald’s since we’re all starving

I go up stairs to change into comfy clothes . I didn’t pack and sweatshirts since the weather is so nice but the house is so cold so I walk back to the top of the stairs

DID ONE OF YOU BRING A SWEATSHIRT I CAN BORROW I yell hoping the answer will be yes.

YEAH LOOK IN MY BLACK BAG I HAVE A COUPLE YOU CAN PICK FROM Chris yells back and I smile before yelling thank you and going to his bag finding his brown and pink fresh love hoodie and throw it on feeling warm and cozy as his scent fills my nostrils making me sigh .

I walk downstairs as the food gets delivered and Matt goes to grab it .

We all sit on the couch eating and watching a movie Chris put on . After we all finish our food I take the trash and throw it away before going back to sit with them.

So what do you think of the festival so far Matt asks me as he and Chris look at me

I love it it was really fun to get too see so many different people perform I say looking between the two smiling.

I’m glad we brought you with us we knew you’d have a good time Chris says as he smiles warmly at me and I return it with a sweet smile.

I lay my head down on Chris lap as I put my legs up on Matt’s .

Chris plays with my hair since he know I love that and Matt gently rubs up and down my legs.

It’s not weird for this to happen we’re all very close but having both of their hands brings back memories of my dream and I start to zone out thinking about the things I’d want them to do to me .

Having both of their hands on me in making me think such dirty things that I know I shouldn’t but fuck me I can’t stop them from flooding my brain. I unintentionally squeeze my thighs together as the fantasy’s play out in my head .

You good Matt asks snapping me out of my thought

Oh um yeah why I say trying to sound as nonchalant as possible .

You were tensing your legs so I was just making sure you were okay he says with a small smirk on his face making me blush slightly

Oh yeah no sorry was just zoned out

I say as I close my eyes and hum as the feeling of Chris’s hands playing with my hair are soothing me .

What were you thinking about

Chris asks as one hand moves to my cheek drawing small circles

Oh nothing I say trying to sound convincing and not give away any feelings from what I was thinking about.

No come on I can tell when your thinking about something you can tell us you know that he says as he smiles down at me

I close my eyes and sigh before shaking my head

No I can’t I say as I turn my head towards the tv looking away from both of them .

he moves his hand to my jaw turning me back to look at him.

come on y/n just tell us he says in a tone that almost has me folding .

I cant ... it'll make things weird I say as I cover my face with my hands sighing loudly .

matts hand moves to my thigh

I highly doubt that just tell us he says reassuringly .

I uncover my face before taking a deep breathe . Promise if I tell you guys you won't hate me I say weariness in my voice

they each nod and promise they wont

fuck fine okay ... earlier when we all went to sleep I kinda had a weird dream I start to say.

okayyy chris says as he's waiting for me to keep going

and it was kind of about you guys ... I say again starting to feel a bit nervous to really explain to them I had a full blown sex dream about them.

come on y/n stop teasing and just tell us matt says

okay we kinda sorta ... had a threesome and I know its weird trust me but its just been in my head on a loop I ramble as my face gets red and I stare at the ceiling not wanting to look at either of them .

wow I ... chris starts before looking at matt smiling

I mean was it at least good matt asks with a smile on his face .

I look at him with wide eyes shocked thats his answer.

I mean ... yeah I say before covering my face again feeling embarrassed

is this something you've thought about before chris asks with a small smirk on his face making me groan

I mean no but I don't know you guys are my best friends I feel guilty thinking of things like that I say honestly as I sit up .

aww sweetheart you don't have to feel guilty im not offended matt says as he places a hand on my back

I think its ... kinda hot to be honest chris says as he places a hand on my thigh rubbing gently with his thumb .

y-you do I ask as I look up at him

yeah I mean obviously your beautiful you know that so why should I be upset your dreaming about me he says with a smile causing me to smile and shake my head.

would this be something you'd want in real life matt asks as he rubs my back

what I ask shocked that he just asked me that

sorry let me reword that do you want us to fuck you he says titling his head with a smirk that has my breathe hitching

i... I don't know I say as I get nervous .

cause... we'd do it chris says as he squeezes my thigh with his large veiny hand

I ummm... I mean I start but he cuts me off

say you want us right now and thats all it'll take for us to take you upstairs he says as his hand inches higher as he continues squeezing

your serious I ask as I raise my eyebrows

dead fucking serious matt answers as his hand moves dangerously close to my ass

I - I want you - both I just ... I don't want to ruin our friendship I answer sounding breathless.

it won't we promise chris says as he smiles widely at me

o-okay I say as I look between them .

they both smirk as they stand up pulling me off the couch and booking it to the stairs.

I follow behind Matt as Chris walks behind me .

As we're about to reach the door a harsh slap lands on my ass making me yelp

sorry I had to Chris says with a chuckle

I smile as we walk into the room .

in two seconds Chris grabs me and slams me down on the bed attacking my neck with bites and kisses creating hickeys all over . Im whimpering and squirming . It feels so good and the way matts looking at me has the pleasure tightening more.

look so good in my hoodie Chris groans as he slides it off and throws it somewhere in the room before grabbing my bare tits and sucking on my nipples making me cry out.

that feel good sweetheart matt asks as he steps closer and runs his hand down my cheek

mmhm I whine out

He slaps me across the face

You answer me with yes sir am I clear

He grits out making me wince

Y-yes sir I whine causing them both to groan

Chris comes off my left tit with a pop as he looks down at me

Gonna let us use you like the little slut you are

He says with a smirk making me whimper

Y-yes I whispered out as they both stare down at me

Good girl now flip over ass up

Chris orders and I do as I’m told

Such a good listener Matt says as he gets in the bed kneeling in front of me . I can’t stop my eyes from glancing down at his large bulge .

He grabs me by my hair tilting my head to look up at him.

You wanna suck it sweetheart

He asks in an amused voice that has me whimpering

I nod my head causing him to slap me

Use your words

Y-yes sir I wanna suck it

Good girl take my belt off then

He says as I move my hands to his belt and pull it out of the loops then unzip his pants and slide them down his thighs he stands back up to fully pull them off and pulls his boxers with them as his dick slaps up on his stomach.

My eyes practically bulge out of my head when I see how long and thick he is.

All the sudden Chris rips my bottoms and underwear off as his tongue flattens against my soaked pussy and I let a moan out .

Matt comes back onto the bed right infront of me as his dick smacks my cheek and he lets out a low chuckle.

He grabs the base and slaps it on my lips .

Open he demands and I do

He takes no time sliding his thick dick into my mouth and grabbing my hair keeping it still as he starts thrusting into my mouth face fucking me

I gag on him as he hits the back of my throat repeatedly and he lets out a groan

Fuck your slutty little mouth feels so good he groans as I moan when Chris starts sucking on my clit .

As Matt fucks my face Chris goes to work sucking and licking like his life depends on it . The pleasure is building as im moaning and whimpering around Matt causing him to groan .

Chris comes up to my ear as he whispers to me

You think he’s big just wait he says and I can tell by his tone he’s smirking

Matt shoves me down farther so I’m deep throating him and the scary thing is there’s still a couple inches that won’t fit .

I’m gagging and choking on him as tears roll down my face and he’s groaning .

I can hear pants rustling from behind me as Chris is taking off his pants and boxers then steps back behind me .

Fuck just like that taking me so deep Matt groans as he continues abusing my throat

I feel Chris rub his tip up and down my soaked entrance and I moan .

He slaps my ass causing me to jolt forwards and take even more of Matt down my throat

Fuckkk Matt groans as I swallow around him

Chris lines his tip up to my entrance before slowly sliding in making me whimper

Fuck your so fucking tight Chris groans as he continues sliding in . The stretch hurts but with Matt’s dick down my throat I can’t say anything.

He pushes in more as he hits deep and I scream around Matt as my hand flys behind me pushing on Chris’s stomach .

Aww what’s the matter can’t take it I’m not even all the way in yet He says with a dark chuckles causing me to groan

He grabs my hips slamming himself all the way inside me . I scream and slap his stomach trying to push him out. He’s so big and he barely gave me anytime to adjust before he bottomed out .

He slaps my ass causing me to jolt back onto him.

Put your fucking hand down

He growls and I do .

good fucking girl he groans as he starts thrusting in and out at a normal pace as the stretching feeling starts to dissipate.

matts still abusing my throat as i'm moaning and whimpering around him.

I grab onto his thigh as I gag and choke on him as Chris pounds into me hard and deep . His tip hitting my cervix with each thrust painfully but it also feels so good .

matts groaning as his dick twitches in my mouth and I know he's about to cum. I decide to fully deep throat all of him causing his breath to hitch and a whimper to escape his lips.

fuck just such a whore for our cocks he groans as his hips sputter and he fills my mouth and throat with his cum. I slightly gag from the texture wanting to spit it out and he notices.

he pulls out and slaps a hand over my mouth.

fucking swallow it he demands and I do as I moan into his hand as Chris is still pounding into me .

he uncovers my mouth and I look up at him sticking my tongue out showing him I swallowed as my brows furrow and I moan loudly.

My orgasm is vastly approaching from the angle Chris is hitting deep inside me . Matt smiles at me as he grabs my throat and kisses me deep and rough. I try my best to kiss back but fail from how much pleasure im in.

F-FUCK im so close I cry out as chris grabs onto my hair and continues pounding into me .

yeah you gonna cum all over my dick he says in a mocking tone

y-yes fuck I whine out as my legs start to shake and I feel the pressure about to break

beg for it he says as I lock eyes with Matt above me .

p-please let me cum please I cry out as i'm holding back my orgasm waiting for his permission

louder slut I wanna hear you loud and clear he grits out as his grip tightens on my hair.

P-PLEASE DADDY PLEASE LET ME CUM FUCK PLEASE

I scream out as my eyes widen when I realize I call him daddy it just kinda slipped out

mm fuck yeah you can cum come on baby cover daddys cock he groans and im glad he wasn't set off by me calling him daddy he obviously likes it.

My legs tremble and give out as I cum all over his dick.

Fuck thats it such a good girl for me he groans as he pounds into me roughly hitting even deeper now since i'm flat against the bed.

f-fuck uhh I whine out in a raspy tone as I come down from my high .

He starts to loose his pattern as his hips stutter and his dick twitches in me

fuck gonna fill this pussy up he groans as he pumps deep inside me .

With a couple more thrusts he stills and I feel his warm liquids spill into me . I whimper from how sore I am from him pounding into me and my head falls flat on the bed.

He pulls out and lands two smack on my ass

flip over matt orders . I snap my head to look at him

w-what i... I get cut off by him

aww sweetheart you thought we were done with you he says in a sickly sweet tone as him and Chris switch places .

flip.over .now he orders and I reluctantly do .

You gonna take it like a good girl he asks with a smirk and I nod my head.

he smacks me on the cheek

im not goanna remind you again use your words he growls out and I whimper

y-yes sir

he smirks Yes sir what he asks tilting his head

yes sir ill t-take it like a good girl I whimper out as I look into his darkened eyes.

good he smiles as he lines his dick to my entrance and slides in with a groan and I whimper. Im still so sensitive from chris and matts just a tiny bit smaller than him so it doesn't help the sensitive feeling at all.

he starts pounding into me so deep my eyes roll back and I let out a scream .

yeah you feel how deep I am he grits out as he presses down on my lower stomach where hes bulging in me .

I try and push his hand off by grabbing his wrist but Chris slaps me across the face

you take what we give you now open he growls at me as he taps his dick on my lips .

I let go off matts hand and angle my head to the side opening my mouth letting Chris slide deep into my throat immediately couching and gagging on him. Matt angles his hips to hit just the right spot to make me squirt and the pressure he's putting on my stomach has my juices spraying out of me all over him , the bed and me. I scream onto Chris making him groan loudly as he grabs onto my hair.

Holy fuck atta girl he groans as my legs shake and I stop squirting.

He starts pounding into me again still holding his hand on my lower stomach . Im crying and whimpering as they both abuse my holes . I want to push Matt away from how overstimulated i'm becoming but refrain from doing so knowing it'll only make him go harder.

I squirt again and Matt has to pull out from the force.

I scream around Chris as my whole body spasms and my stomach contracts .

Fuck keep fucking moaning around me and ill fill this slutty little mouth in no time he groans as he speeds up his thrusts and i'm gagging and choking from how deep he's getting.

Matt thrusts back in making me scream out again and Chris whimpers as his hips sputter and his grip on my hair tightens . I cry out from how hard he pulling as tears stream down my face showing no signs of stopping until they're done with me.

Fuck this pussy is so fucking wet Matt groans as he grips my hips and slams so hard into me I can barely breathe.

I swallow around Chris and that makes him immediately fill my throat with his cum.

God damn he groans as he pulls out of my mouth and watches me swallow it down with a smirk on his face.

I look back up at Matt as he smirking down at me as his hair hangs over his hooded eyes and his horse chain dangles in my face.

My hands come around his back as my nails cut into his skin.

Only small whimpers escape me but no other sounds will come out .

what's the matter we fuck you dumb he asks in a deep cocky tone as he smiles down at me sending a chill up my spine.

mmmm I whine as I squirt again out of nowhere causing me to shake underneath him.

Fuck he groans as my juices spill out all over his dick and the bed under me. Im certain there will be a puddle when we're done.

M-matt i cry out as my nails drag down his back deeply . I can barely get words out . Im breathing heavy as my legs tremble and my back arches as I feel another orgasm coming in.

You gonna cum hmm he says in a husky voice

I nod my head as my eye brows furrow and my body begins too numb.

not unless you beg for it he says in a deep humiliating tone that has me pulsing even more around him.

I-- mmm p- I try my best to get the words out but I physically cant.

oh come on you can try harder than that he teases as his fingers come down to play with my clit making the pain of my incoming orgasm even worse.

mmmm p-PLEASE PLEASE SIR CAN I CUM I finally get out I didn't mean to scream it it just came out that way.

mmmm I don't know chris what do you think he says as Chris looks down at me smirking darkly.

mm I don't think she begged hard enough he says with a deep chuckle

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FUCK PLEASE I scream out as I stare into matts dark dead eyes.

he smiles cum he orders me and I do as my entire body shakes and my breathing stops for a couple seconds . My body slumps back onto the bed as my breathing is erratic and my whole body is numb and tingly .

My nails dig so deep I know his back will be burning for days but he doesn't seem to care as he just smirks down at me .

Chris comes down to my level stroking my face as tears stream down and matt still pounds into me . Seriously how the fuck does he have this much stamina .

Such a good little whore for us y/n he whispers and I whimper as one of my hands moves to his wrist as I slide his hand onto my neck .

He smirks as his eyes glisten

Aww did our little slut wanna be choked he says in a patronizing voice making my eyes roll back as raspy whimper escape my mouth .

fuck gonna fill this little pussy matt groans as he starts to loose rhythm and pounds deep and rough as he groans and his hips still as his cum spills into me and I whimper.

Chris leans in bringing me into a deep sensual kiss as he squeezes my neck making me whimper into the kiss.

he pulls away bringing his hand back up to my face and placing a kiss on my forehead . My eyes are hazy and my body is numb my legs feeling like 10 pound weights.

Matt pulls out making me hiss from how sore and sensitive I am.

J-jesus christ I whisper out making them both chuckle .

You okay matt says as he throws on his boxers and some sweatpants

mhm I hum as I nod my head as i'm still trying to catch my breathe.

Come on legs go get you cleaned up Chris says as he pick me up and carries me to the bathroom starting the water in the bathtub.

He sets me on the toilet letting me so my business while he grabs a change of clothes for me .

I finish up and he comes back in as I'm standing on wobbly ass legs holding onto the counter.

He turns off the tub adding some body wash making it a bubble bath and helping me get into the tub as I sit down my muscle instantly relax and I sigh in exhaustion.

he uses his hands to cup water and pout it over my hair washing away the sweat and tears that had dried in my hair line.

You doing okay we didn't go to hard did we he asks as he gives me a concerned look.

No no im okay it was the best sex ive ever had I say with a small laugh making him smile at me widely .

Good I think we should probably skip tomorrow I don't think your legs would be happy about standing around for hours on end he says as he runs his hands down my shoulder .

Yeah I agree im so sore I say smiling as I look at him with half open eyes . i'm so tired and the hot bath water is only making me more tired.

you tired Matt says as he comes on with a towel for me .

yeah exhausted actually I say as I start to get up and out of the tub as Matt wraps the towel around my body and rubbing me down to dry me off.

They both help me get my clothes on which consist of one of matts shirt and a pair of christ boxers.

I smile as I look in the mirror and go to rinse my face off since there was dried sweat and some spit mixed with chris's cum on my chin . after I finish washing my face off we all make it back into the room and lay down .

these sheets are different Chris says as he looks down at them.

Yeah cause princess over here made a big mess he teases making me groan and hide my face in embarrassment .

they both chuckle

hey don't be embarrassed it was hot chris says as he kisses my forehead .

yeah yeah im tired now lets go to sleep I say with a yawn .

goodnight matt says as he turns off the lights and turns the fan on .

"night" me and chris say In unison as he spoons me from the back .

Matt come to lay down and I sling my arm over his bare stomach .

we all drift to sleep happy with how are trip is going so far.

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So happy you all are liking my Mertarion fics! Here's your food for the day. [Previous] [Next]

Summary: You learn to care for the big funny mermaid in your pool.

Word Count: 1016

Content Warning: Mention of the United States, mentions of eating live fish, infodumping about a topic that i find very interesting,

Image Credit: @squishyowl

The supermarket was crowded this Sunday with a selection of well-dressed denizens of your city. It must be the after-church rush. You felt most underdressed for this trip to the store. The line for the checkout was long, and the man behind you sighed as he checked his phone. The music was blaring loud, and you could hear it through your headphones. The cashier raised an eyebrow at you as she slid the last tray of salmon across the scanner.

"Cookout," you said, taking one of your headphones off of your ear.

The cashier stuck out her lower lip and nodded, sticking the tray in the last of your reusable bags. "Have fun at your cookout," she said. You winced at the total in front of you as you put your card in the card reader. Groceries were expensive already without a giant merman in your pool. It chimed, and you took the card out.

"Have a nice day," said the cashier, and you exited the store and hurried to your car.

...

"You told me you like salmon?" you asked, your lower legs dangling in the cool water. "How do you even get salmon? There's no wild salmon in the state," you said, throwing a cut into the pool.

He took it, putting it in a death roll not unlike an alligator would its prey. His teeth were sharp, his pupils (from what you saw, at least) a straight line on his eye. He splashed saltwater everywhere. You squealed, throwing your forearms in front of your face through the worst of it.

"Mortarion, careful, your stitches..." you muttered before he soon stopped his activity.

"Force of habit..." he said after swallowing his first bite of salmon. He had the fillet in one hand and was grabbing at the deep blue tiles that lined your pool with the other. You noticed him running his fingers along them, and smiled slightly. He took another bite and swallowed. "I would much prefer live fish, but this will do."

You shuddered at the prospect of feeding a live fish to the merman in your pool. Where would you even get one? Typhus spent a lot of time at the beach and you would see him there when you went on your off days, but you weren't going to ask him anytime soon.

Meanwhile, Mortarion pulled himself out of the pool a little bit to look at you. "You do not eat live fish?" he asked, his eyebrows raised and his green eyes widened.

"Oh, absolutely not," you muttered, running a hand along your other forearm.

"Oh," he said, genuinely taken aback. "You are a strange one, for sure."

"It's my entire species, actually..." you trailed off. "Unless, you're kind of weird, I guess? I mean, there's weirdos online who eat raw meat but I doubt they'd eat--"

"None of you eat live fish?" he asks after swallowing another bite of fish.

"No... sorry."

He looked at you incredulously. He moved his hand along the side of the pool, towards your dangling leg. He brushed his finger against its side, and you felt your heart beating in your chest much more palpable than normal. As you inhaled sharply, he retracted his hand, looking away briefly. Blood rushed to your face and you looked towards your plants.

The two of you sat in awkward silence for a moment as he finished his salmon before you caught sight of two orange butterflies in your yard. They flew around each other, tumbling through the air before one of them stopped at the passion vine that adorned the trellis and the other flitted around it.

"Oh!" you shouted, eager to fill the void with light conversation. You pointed at the two little beings by the plant. "Look! Butterflies!"

Mortarion's eyes shot towards your little friends. "That's what they look like," he remarked. "I did not expect their wings to be so... extravagant."

"Oh, I think I forgot to mention that," you said, your face going warm again. "Well, that's a Gulf Fritillary. Some people call it the Passion Butterfly, but my mom always called it the first one. Oh, oh! Can you see the iridescent spots on them? They're a little far..."

He nodded. "They have little black borders around them."

"Oh, you can see those?" you asked, your eyes going wide. "I can only see them when they're really close." You let out a slight chuckle before looking down at him. He was awestruck, to say the least. His eyes were trained on the small bugs. His tail swished in the pool, and the rest of him was as still as a statue.

"I have never seen creatures such as these," he remarked after a little while.

"Well, there's plenty of them to see here, especially this time of year," I said. "You see that plant over there? That's a passion vine, it's a host plant for more than one species of butterfly. The Zebra Longwing actually competes with the Gulf Fritillary for this plant!" The butterflies had been moving along the plant, trailing lower and lower.

Mortarion's eyes were still trained on them. "What's the Zebra Longwing like?" he asked.

"Slightly smaller," you said, shifting slightly at the poolside. Your leg brushed against his hand again. Your eyes widened and you tensed up. He turned around to look at you, and you relaxed. He wasn't here to hurt you.

"Is... is that okay?" he asked, his voice low yet raspy.

You nodded, slowly at first before your movement became more vigorous. "It is," you said, lowering your hand to touch his. His eyes widened before he looked up at you.

"Care to join me in the pool?" he asked. He shut his eyes before opening them, looking around almost in terror.

You looked down at your outfit. Shorts that were neither too long nor too short, and a white tank top with a red design stenciled into it. You got up, and he retracted his hand, still staring at you.

"I would love to," you said. "Just let me get changed real quick."

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 16 days

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Return to the Water

Chapter One: Like Blood in the Water

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We barely met, and still I cross the street to your door.— Vanessa Carlton, Hands on Me

Humans were dangerous. Human men were the most dangerous of them all.

Lea knew that. And they scared her, but, well… humans were fascinating, the men in particular.

Especially one specific man. She didn’t want to get any closer to him—or any other human, really—other than watching him on his boat from her place behind a rock.

It wasn’t just his legs that fascinated her (although for a mermaid such as herself, they were very interesting). It was everything about him. When he was on the boat, his chest was often bare, and she could see how flat it was, so unlike her own chest. His form was long and slender, also unlike her own body. He drank often, slender fingers wrapped around a bottle, and he seemed to enjoy inhaling on a small white stick, exhaling smoke. He had a mate, she rather thought, for he frequently grabbed at a girl with black hair and skin that was almost orange. That was fine; she just liked to observe him, watch his dark hair curl over his brow, hear his musical laugh.

She watched him laugh and drink and smoke, her curls swirling around her like blood in the water.

In the early hours of the morning, before the sun had risen, he was alone on the deck, watching the waves and dancing along to music she couldn’t hear very well.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he turned around abruptly, but he was too close to the edge of the boat and couldn’t seem to keep his balance. He toppled overboard, hitting his head as he hurtled towards the dark water and hit it with a splash.

Lea’s breath caught, and she waited, watching to see if he’d come back up.

He didn’t.

He’ll die, she realized. No one else is here to help him. He will die.

She dove beneath the waves, her sapphire blue tail propelling her towards where the human was sinking deeper and deeper into the water.

How long could humans go without air? She didn’t know, but she didn’t want to risk it. Upon reaching him, she found he was infinitely more beautiful up close, even in the darkness of the water.

Not taking the time to examine his features, she grabbed his arms and pulled him towards her. His hair swirled around his face as she leaned in to press her lips to his, exhaling into his mouth.

Within seconds, he took a deep, gulping breath, though he didn’t awaken.

She couldn’t get him back on his boat, but hopefully his mate would find him where she dragged him ashore.

Timothée came to slowly, the sound of the waves exacerbating the pounding in his head. Forcing himself up onto his hands, he examined the beach he was on. What had happened? Where was he? Where was Kylie? God, she’d be pissed if she woke up and he wasn’t in bed with her.

And then—

And then his eyes landed on a girl near the tide. She was gasping, wheezing, clearly trying to turn herself back around to face the ocean again. He was pretty sure he’d fallen into the water; had she saved him? Shit, he should thank her.

Wait, was that a tail? Did this girl have a fucking tail? Weird costume, but okay.

He couldn’t see her face, concealed as it was with red curls that dripped onto the wet sand.

“Hey, are— are you alright?” he asked, his voice hoarse from the saltwater. The girl’s head snapped up, dark brown eyes widening in horror. “You saved me, right?” He stumbled in his effort to stand. “Thank you. I dunno what would’ve happened if you hadn’t.” The girl—she was awfully pretty, actually, even with so little of her visible since she was propped up on her elbows that way—did nothing but look at him silently, so he added, “That’s a hell of a costume, by the way. The tail looks like it could be real.”

She looked panicked then, pushing on the sand in an apparent attempt to maneuver herself back towards the water.

“It’s okay,” he reassured her gently. “We should probably take the tail off so you can get to a doctor or something. Here, let me help—“

But when he stepped forward, his hand outstretched towards her, she bared her teeth in a hiss, and her tail flicked like a cat’s, almost.

He wondered how she managed that (and also why she’d hissed at him, because what the fuck?), but didn’t question it further. She’d saved him, so even if she was fairly weird, he needed to help her, too. “It’s okay,” he said again. “I’ll help. I won’t hurt you.”

She hissed again, pushing against the sand more frantically the closer he got to her. And then, when he finally brushed his fingertips against the skin of her bare shoulder, she collapsed back into the sand with a whimper.

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One Piece Live Action - OP Fan Review

So it's finally time.

We waited on bated breath and anticipation to see if Oda's masterwork could in fact translate to live action, much less Netflix live action. Titles such as Death Note and Cowboy Bebop have caused sincere fears that it would not go so well, but with Oda in the production there was hope, and now we see if it's rewarded.

Knowing that this is an adaptation and they were covering most of East Blue's saga in 8 episodes there will of course be differences. But whether or not they work remained to be seen, so let's talk about it.

Spoilers for One Piece, both Live Action and manga/anime because there will be overlap to discuss

First and foremost we will need to pour one out for those who didn't make the cut; Woop Slap, Ripper, Ritchie (referenced but not seen), Gaimon, Django (he had a poster but not a presence), the Usopp pirates, Johnny and Yosaku, Carne, that fly in Fullbody's soup, Pearl, Moocy, and most surprisingly Hachi. It's a shame to not see them (also 3 future-warlords in the audience of Roger's execution) but I can understand them...minus Hachi he's kinda an important connective piece in the long run. Also no Usopp Hammer or Usopp Rubber Band, the sacrilege!

So as far as adaptations go though this was really good. Opinions are of course subjective, so a lot of fans are welcome to say that Live Action has done arcs better than the manga/anime, but I'd say it's either as good or a little less, but that's nothing to be ashamed of. A lot of people who haven't watched or read One Piece get a nice introduction of almost the first 100 chapters/45 episodes, which contrary to the memes of 'yeah One Piece gets good at episode 629' should be enough to whet people's appetites to see if they wanna take the plunge.

Of course, change is scary and sometimes not accepted, so not all the changes made were ones I liked, at least as much as the original source. I kinda feel like we did a few characters dirty; Makino (no flirtatious chemistry with Shanks? come on), the Orange Town Mayor, Mohji, Chouchou (again, I get it, can't really get animals to act so easily), Fullbody, Gin, Krieg, Genzo, and Nojiko did have a bit more to do in the source material but often only got one scene or lacked the same spark they had. Also the amount of death was surprising, I get most of it but at the same time killing off Merry (and recontextualizing how the Going Merry was named by not having Merry be its creator even with the lore change that Syrup village makes ships) does kinda leave Kaya even more alone, in the original at least she had him and the Usopp pirates for company. While Buggy as a character is awaiting praise later down the line I will have to say that his role beyond episode 2 was a bit lackluster, he was never gonna help the crew for sure but it was weird for him to just saunter away from Arlong Park, I also feel like we could've better explained Devil Fruits and water's effect on DF users, because it is a very big misconception by those on the outside that Luffy simply loses his powers when hit by a splash of water, rather than his strength being sapped when more than half-submerged; rain, splashing waves, that doesn't effect DF users that way, and it's not like it's an off switch Luffy could still stretch while in water it's just harder to do so. It was also a shame not to have Shanks and Buggy's backstory shown. The CGI did have some rough moments too, I was not too much of a fan of how they did Kuro's pussyfooting (no you don't understand it's literally called the pussy foot technique) in episode 3, episode 4 was better, I felt that Luffy vs Arlong relied a bit too much on it too. Zoro's flashback was oddly placed in episode 4, given how it's more fitting as a build up to Zoro vs Mihawk, also felt like the context of Zoro losing to Kuina 2001 times in a row was sorely missed in that flashback. I will also have to admit that while the costuming is great, there is a very glaring case of it being very easy to spot the important characters from the crowd.

Some changes I was more than fine with, Alvida changing her call to most powerful makes sense since insulting her appearance wouldn't really go down too well, Zoro could've been a bit more mellow but he still played the edgy deadpan guy well...at least until Luffy eventually wears down his brain cells, and as cool as the Mr. 7 fight was it does not help debunk those 'minority hunter' memes. Changing Sham's gender worked pretty well too, the actress wore the look very well, and though people were a little let down that Benn Beckman is not super handsome I didn't have a problem with his look.

Of the changes I liked more it's probably that we saw more of Nami growing vulnerable to the crew, sure in turn we lost her fake-stabbing Usopp and grabbing a lit fuse but we got her bonding with Kaya and staunchly try to convince Zoro not to fight Mihawk - whereas in the anime/manga she had already ran off with the Merry - plus I feel like we got more friendship between her and Zoro at this stage, it's not that they didn't get along but I do feel like Zoro's dismissal in the live action is almost tied to feeling a little hurt by her betrayal. I enjoyed and was surprised with how much Garp we got, and how much he and Koby interacted with Luffy this early, since while we get the cover story of Koby-Meppo it's more it's own thing and we don't even learn of Garp's relation to Luffy until about 3 more sagas (sagas, not arcs, sagas), but it did help flesh out Koby's character more and his own character growth in parallel to Luffy. Think the change I was most approving of was confirming Kaya x Usopp, like she loves that liar so much so it was sweet to see a kiss in there, no romance my ass Oda, I also liked that they made it that Kuro was poisoning Kaya, since her original illness suddenly going away was a bit strange.

Every major character in this show translated very well to their characters in the source, even if they are a little different in some traits. Inaki as Luffy is a perfect fit, being equal parts charismatic, serious when necessary and aloof, he handled the big pressure that would've come with a character of Luffy's character in fantastic stride. The other crewmates were of course very well casted too, having wonderful chemistry with each other, as were their child counterparts, but I found myself most impressed by the villains; Morgan, Helmeppo and Kuro especially surprised me by how well they came across, Jeff Ward as Buggy was always gonna be a perfect fit in my mind too, given how much I saw of him in Agents of SHIELD. Arlong did take a bit of time to grow, but I can't deny he does the laugh perfectly. Side characters such as Kaya and Zeff also impressed me, having been given a bit more content to chew on in their stories, and Shanks did soothe my worries I had from the trailer by being jovial and true to character.

The biggest positive impression I got from One Piece was the sense of wonder and vibrancy, the settings were all wonderfully crafted with care and style fitting to Oda's vision, I particularly liked the added carnival entertainment stands in Arlong Park to better reflect its homage to Sabaody Park, the same can be said with costuming - referencing previous colour spreads - and motifs like the bounty poster introductions and the leitmotifs of characters like Buggy, Arlong and the Straw Hats, plus the instrumental of 'We Are' is wonderful. Most important is that the moments landed, especially Shanks giving the Straw Hat, the barrel scene, and Nami asking for help, but we also crafted some newer subtle moments, such as Luffy being drawn to the Merry and pitching to Kaya regarding it, and Zeff and Garp's conversation. Easter eggs were also hidden well enough to not be blatant to non-fans but rewarding to those who know.

So yeah, it was very much a huge success, one I hope will be translated in its positive reviews and viewership. If there's a second season I'd anticipate that we'd cover Loguetown and the Alabasta saga, but with that comes more castings I do not envy the team to find, because outside of campaigns for Jamie Lee-Curtis to play Kureha there are a ton of big and iconic players in those arcs that'll need perfect casting to pull off; Ace, Crocodile, Vivi, Bon Clay, and Tashigi (since you'll have to have a comparison with Kuina's actress) is tough enough but we're also gonna have to make the 'puppet or CGI' decision with Chopper and somehow cast the most beautiful woman on the planet to play Nico Robin. Then perhaps Season 4 (providing they do the Skypeia saga all in Season 3, only needing to cast one to three properly big players depending on whether they have Shanks meet a certain someone) they'll have to struggle with even more casting difficulties.

Still, if they're up for the challenge go ahead and do it, I'll be there for Season 2 if they're willing to make it.

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Side Order Mechanics Speculation

Or: These mechanics make no fucking sense under scrutiny what the fuck is going on.

So, I've been looking over the palette screen, and trying to identify what certain aspects could mean. Up above is my conspiracy corkboard thing, but I'll go into detail below.

So, first of all, it's noteworthy that the design of a chip (including the pattern of it) responds to its "type." Right now we know of six different types: Power (red), Support (purple), Range (orange) and Mobility (blue) are all outlined in this screen, and the floor select shows that green seems to correspond with Drone features.

That leaves yellow, which I assume is for Miscellaneous upgrades that don't fall under another category. The "Common Tones" part shows a smaller icon for the Support category, but it also has the yellow color chip class next to it:

Now, labelling this as Miscellaneous is ultimately a guess due to the question mark implying that it's, well, random. However, the motion lines to the top left complicate this a good bit and mean that it could be something else, too. Maybe this has to do with increasing the drop rate of certain things (it bears some semblance to the Grizzco capsules, for example), or maybe it lets you change your sub weapon (representing a throwing arc for the bombs). Though given that's all not quite conclusive, I'm ultimately sticking with "Miscellaneous." As for "Common Tones," I believe this is a setting either belonging to a given character's Palette or something you can customize yourself entirely that makes certain types of chips more common. The bigger one is boosted by a lot, the other by not so much. This lets you aim for certain builds even from the start of a given run.

This is all pretty clear stuff so far, but I'll go into a lot more detail on my observations below, including the fact that the footage shown makes no fucking sense under scrutiny.

Now, as for the color chips on the palette themselves. There's 4 rows of 9 spaces each for a total of up to 36 chips, with the player having collected 20 chips so far at the point of going into Floor 16 (sort of, it gets a bit complicated. I'll get to that later.) You can see that their color corresponds with their category, but beyond that there's subtle differences in hue, too. The orange color chip on the far left has a redder hue than the other Power-type color chips, and the Drone-type color chips also differ between being more green-ish or blue-ish. Notably, not all different chips also have different hues. The glowing chips on this screen are the "Ink Damage"-type chips, and there's three of them. The two red chips on the right side, then, must be Splash Damage (because there's two of them, and Splash Damage has gotten two upgrades), so the leftmost red chip is Main Firing Rate. And oddly Main Firing Rate has a different hue, but Ink Damage and Splash Damage share a color.

The other ones that openly appear are pretty clear: The two purples are Ink Saver Main, the two oranges are Splash Radius, and then Mobility gets a bit odd. We know that one of the blues here is Swim Speed Up, and we know from the Floor Select screen that Run Speed Up uses the same hue of blue. So one of the four blues here is Swim Speed Up, the others are Run Speed. Probably. There's some weirdness I'll get to.

The ones that aren't directly named are a bit more of a mystery. The two green ones at the top left are Drone Splat Bomb most likely, because we saw that Drone Splat Bomb uses the same hue in the Floor Select and that screen showed us already having some Drone Splat Bomb points. The other Drone chips have a different hue, but the same pattern makes it clear it's still a Drone update of some sort. Maybe it increases the Drone's laser damage? While there might be other types of bombs you could unlock for the Drone (such as Burst Bombs or Suction Bombs), I don't believe that's what this one is, because the top right only shows the Drone as being able to use Splat Bombs. We also see the Drone both function as a constant Sprinkler in the trailer, as well as it throwing Burst Bombs. The latter part only appears on two frames of the trailer:

While at first it might seem like it's the player throwing the Burst Bomb, the trajectory and lack of animation on Agent 8 makes it clear that it's the Drone's doing.

And the two yellows are Misc. No clue what those could be.

Also, the left side menu shows how much you can upgrade each chip. Most go up to five, but Ink Damage and Splash Damage each go up to 9, with a big dot in the middle at 5. Is that just there for visual clarity, or does it signify a milestone at some point? Maybe that's how you get the "upgraded-looking" Dualies seen in a few shots, with the wireframes around them? It's also a bit odd that they both go so high even with only 36 total slots, but I assume that's for supporting very specialized builds.

With that out of the way, let's talk about the top right side of the screen. It displays "Pearl's Palette," shows the main/sub/special you have, and the Drone's sub, as well as the highest floor you've gotten to (or cleared?) yet. Below that is the palette, with a little drawing of Pearl on it.

My assumption is that as you progress through the game, you'll unlock other characters' palettes beyond Pearl. There's a few reasons for this: for one thing, calling it "Pearl's Palette" in particular is a bit odd. While Acht does address Pearl when she mentions putting chips into the Palette, which seems to imply the Palette is connected to the Drone in some way, the image of Pearl here is her real look, with the shades of the Damp Socks outfit.

This is in contrast to the menu icon to get here, which shows the Pearl Drone. Clearly there's a distinction being made between the Palette menu, connected to the Drone, and Pearl's Palette, connected to real Pearl. This is also seen with the little icon of her on the Palette itself, highlighted in pink.

My conclusion is that there'll be different characters' Palettes. The pink Pearl icon on the right seems like the kind of thing that only exists to show off a character that can change. These Palettes will be the equivalent to characters in Isaac or the weapons in Hades: they offer different playstyles and increase replayability. I believe the weapon/sub/special loadout will be tied to the character Palette, too, with the Common Tones likely being customizable by the player regardless. I say this because Dualies/Curling/Reefslider also feels like a very "Pearl" loadout, given we know that Pearl plays Dualies, and Curling Bombs and Reefslider both encourage getting into people's faces.

Though I have to preemptively admit that Subs and Specials might not be locked to the Palette and can be freely customized. There's a shot in the trailer showing Eight with the dualies and a Sub line of about 30%, while in-game Curling Bomb costs at least ~45%, even with max investment of Ink Saver Sub. It's still possible that the upgrades to Ink Saver Sub in this mode are more potent than in multiplayer, however: Run Speed Up can get you at most ~145% of the default with a pure investment in multiplayer, but the upgrade shows that even just 3/5 upgrades of Run Speed Up get you to 140%, with two getting you to 131%. So it's not impossible that some investments of Ink Saver Sub could get Curling Bombs down to 30%, especially given that Eight is also dealing twice as much damage as in the very first scenes (which are likely without any color chips), so this scene seems to be pretty far into a run. Plus, while abilities in multiplayer have diminishing returns for balance reasons, for a singleplayer roguelike it makes sense to allow specialization and upgrading to a more extreme degree to make players really feel that they're getting stronger. Return of the Mammalians already had you being able to spam Splat Bombs when fully upgraded far beyond what Ink Saver Sub could accomplish.

There might also be a Marina Palette that has a Brella, or a Callie one with a Roller, etc. etc. I also believe that the Palette might come preloaded with some color chips in future runs (or as an unlock), too, maybe. The first two chips in particular being the Drone Splat Bomb ones really makes me think that, because for a Pearl-themed loadout, starting out with strengthening the Pearl Drone makes a lot of sense.

Now, the number of chips. There's twenty chips visible in the UI, even though the player has only cleared fifteen floors at this point, which seems at odds with what seems to be one color chip per floor. I assume those are from a mix of potential starting chips and some form of shop inbetween floors. We see that you have a currency, and harder challenges give you more currency than easier ones, but nothing to spend it on yet. Given that it doesn't look like harder challenges reward inherently better chips, it's likely that there'll be a shop of some sort that'll regularly come up where you can exchange currency for some chips to let you get ahead of the curve.

Now for the weirdness.

These are the descriptions for the individual upgrades. Splash Damage has 160% at 2/9 upgrades and 190% at 3/9, which seems to imply each level adds 30% to the damage. While this might diminish at some point, it certainly seems to go high up. At 5/9 you've already far surpassed 200%, and it likely goes up to 300% at least.

Next up is Run Speed up. I already mentioned that this goes up quite high, though this menu is showing diminishing returns: 131% at 2/5 and 140% at 3/5, with 0/5 at 100% and 1/5 likely around 120%. Either way, the step from 2 -> 3 is seemingly a good bit lower than previous ones. It's possible it tops out at 150% for a nice even number, but it also doesn't seem like investing two full chips just for that extra 10% is worth it, so it might go up to 160% maybe.

And lastly is Drone Splat Bomb. This shows a p cost, which is interesting. The Drone certainly doesn't seem to be using the player's bomb controls, because we see it firing bombs automatically while the player is shooting or doing other things. But it also can't be on the R Stick Press like a Special because the player already has a Special to use. My assumption is that the Drone will automatically toss a bomb once the player has painted the given amount of turf during a fight, which works with the general makeup of the Drone as more of a passive support. Level 2/5 for this is 180p and 3/5 is 160p, so it likely starts at 220p and goes down by 20p each step.

Here's where the weirdness start. We have the amount the chips upgrade the stats here, and we obviously know how many chips of each kind we already have. Given that we're being asked to upgrade each chip from 2 to 3, it goes to reason that we already have two of each type and adding a third, right?

It tracks for Splash Damage and Drone Splat Bombs, but earlier I established that three of the blue chips were Run Speed Up while one was Swim Speed Up. Which at first seems to imply that there's a third type of blue Mobility chip, perhaps Intensify Action.

However, here's where it gets weirder. From this menu, from this state of the menu, we see the player select the Run Speed chip and insert it as their third Run Speed chip. So as the chip is inserted, the Palette should look like this afterwards:

However, as the player confirms to take Run Speed Up, we see the Palette go from this...

To this...

Which makes no sense. The last chip in the Palette menu suddenly disappears and is placed again as the Run Speed Up chip for the Floor is placed. Instead of placing a new chip, the animation shows the placing of the last chip that was already in the Palette.

My first instinct was, "Oh, the Palette in the menu was showing what the Palette would look like if you picked the chip you were hovering over." However, that can't be it, because the Palette menu we saw was opened while the player was hovering over the first chip, the Splash Damage one.

So, option A is that this is all a bit of jankiness because this is prerelease footage. They probably hardcoded a Palette for this, and accidentally used the graphic for the Palette *after* getting Run Speed Up rather than the one before it, and the Palette in the menu should've actually looked like this all along:

This would also explain the contradiction with the "Why does it show going from 2 to 3 Run Speed when we already have 3 Run Speed," because now the Palette only has 2 Run Speed Up chips and everything works out.

There's one other option that has the same functional outcome but a different explanation. It looks like there's some way to go back to, or maybe look at, previous floors:

It's unclear what exactly this entails. Maybe it simply lets you look back at your run's history (though labelling that option like that is a bit weird), or maybe it lets you replay the last floor if you were unhappy with your performance on it. If the latter case is true, maybe what's happening is that the player already beat 16F with the Run Speed Up chunk, then they went back to do 16F again with the same selection. Potentially to get footage, maybe they were testing this feature at the time, I dunno. And going back would also mean giving back the reward you got (i.e. the Run Speed Up chip in this case). So maybe they went back to 16F after already having beaten it, and while the rest of the game registered that they should take away the Run Speed Up chip, the Palette display in particular hasn't implemented that part yet or something. I dunno.

Either way, this was everything I could think about for the mechanics at hand here. There also seem to be different types of levels, denoted by the icons to the left of the Floor indicators:

Top one is likely the type of mission we've seen all over the trailer, where there's the fish skeleton enemies coming out of the black orbs and you need to take out the orbs as they spawn in or something. Though it's notably that the objects around the orb here don't really look like those fish enemies. The second mode has something to do with Splat Zones, maybe reusing some of the multiplayer maps and having you defend and/or take a Zone. The last icon is a complete mystery to me. Due to the arrangement of blocks my first guess is "platforming challenge" but honestly I have no clue.

Anyway, that's the post! Congrats for making it here! My head feels heavy now.

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #side order #side order splatoon #side order theory

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tea-cat-arts · 1 year

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Ranking the “mostly white + 1 main color and maybe gold” designs because I’m trying to collect my thoughts and see which I want to redesign. Also, I’m only going to ranking ones that are currently in game (both because I’m taking how the gameplay interacts with the design into account and because I think lore + execution of lore should be taken into account when judging designs), so no Susannah.

Disclaimer: I’m trying my best to look at these objectively, but this is still art and my subjective biases will probably factor in. I’m not trying to convince anyone to feel the same way as me about these designs. Feel free to argue why you think something should be placed higher or lower. Also, spoilers lie ahead

S tier (excellent, wouldn’t change a thing)-

Strategic placement of black, more battle suit like parts saves all the parts from blending together

Keeps bits of the more mech-like armor seen earlier in game. Helps her look thematically consistent with the rest of Kiana’s designs

Nice range of values. The strong red cape really helps the white dress (?) stand out, while the little splashes of orange help keep it feel unified

Lovely evolution of the Void Drifter design

In actual battle, her mostly white outfit saved her from getting lost in all the glowy fire

I think having most of the colors being reflected off her is a fun application of her moon motif

Lines up well with the lore

Free pass on just wearing a regular dress since in lore, she was never a fighter

White dress with splashes of paint on it plays into the “Griseo is like a blank canvas that takes on other people’s colors” motif nicely

The dark blues and black are eye catching and contrast nicely with her dress and hair

A tier (good design, minor changes could make it a great design)

So the thing about white is though it is used as a wedding color in the west, in a lot of East Asian countries, it’s actually used as a funeral color. Idk if that was hoyo’s intention here, but the double meaning is fun none the less

The purple of the dress and pink of the hair keep the suit looking vibrant and colorful

Same thing with Flamescion where all her skills are very bright and colorful (mostly in origin form? I think that’s what it’s called?), so I think the white keeps her stand out

There is very little variation in tone between the pink and purple. One of them needs to be more saturated

I feel like it could use more variation in fabric texture

B Tier (good design, muddled lore)

Would be ranked higher if I didn’t have to google why this battlesuit exists. Her in game intro was messy

Has the unfortunate timing of being introduced in the middle of a bunch of other lore dumps and buried underneath the more important to the plot ones. I think it’s introduction would be much more powerful if it was just Rita becoming the Herrscher of domination (I am willing to elaborate via asks)

Like, imagine if she got some sort of a string weapon instead of the sword? I think that’d be neat

So basically I was just confused by the space theme till I googled it (and based on my Reddit findings, I wasn’t the only one)

Beginning of the not looking like a battle suit era, but the inclusion of gold bits and a couple under layers keep it from being a full departure from the usual motifs, but it does lack the mech bits

I think there’s more Rita battle suits that lack the mech bits than actually have the, so I’m fine with them being missing here

Good tone variation, clear segmentation

Elegant design for an elegant lady

C tier (saved by the gameplay)-

Her knight for straight up looks like lingerie, but her guardian form looks great

Having her armor switch to black in guardian form was a good call

Unlike Rita, most of Durandal’s battlesuits look like armor, so it’s weird this one doesn’t.

I’m ok with the mostly white color palette since it contrasts nicely with the horse

Speaking of the horse- I have no idea where he came from, but it looks sick so I’m completely fine with it being here

Though for a rewrite, I think a potentially fun explanation would be “unlocking both of her stigmata allowed her to use a divine key at its full potential and said key just so happens to have a horse/armor mode” (cuz if you need weird shit to happen, Vill-V is always a valid excuse)

It’s inconsistency in comparison to Durandal’s other designs + my very mixed feelings about her being the original Kiana and that process of awakening the Kaslana stigmata are mostly why I put her bellow Rita. I don’t really have any huge problems with this design

D tier (even great gameplay can’t save this)-

So for the design where Kiana is “no longer just reflecting others light, and instead becoming the sun itself” (or something like that), the decided to give Kiana the coolest color palette we’ve ever seen her in, take away her signature orange and Himeko’s red, and have her primary colors be Mei’s purple and Brongo’s blue… ok

Yes, I know blue stars exist and that they’re very hot. Honkai is a story set on earth though so it’d make more sense if she was becoming like our sun, not some one billions of light years away

The inclusion of HoV’s magenta accents is kinda nice though

That is a junior prom dress, not battle suit (the Fanny packs are based though). Where’d her mech parts go?

Instead of the skirt and wings by legs, I think it may of looked like a cleaner transition if the put wings it the same shape/area as HoF’s cape

After seeing how brights and glowy her abilities are, I’m ok with this design being mostly white

This designs just a whole lot of “ok, but what does that have to do with Kiana?” Why the junior prom dress? Why the flowers? Why she so urple?

F tier (the only one on this list I actively dislike)-

Since I’ve been pretty vocal about my dislike of Dr.MEI, I just want to start by making this clear: I like Raiden Mei. She’s cool. I don’t just have some anti-Mei bias. She’s at the bottom of this list though because she deserved so much better than this design and story (and I’ve been using her a lot in ER lately, so I’ve had a lot of time staring at her design)

Designs like these are why I have the “wait till it’s introduced in story” rule. I was sorta just “meh” on this design until I saw it in game

I hate this designs introduction. It’s just another case of the writers retconning the PE and glorifying the flame chasers/ forgetting why they existed in the first place

Mihoyo, Elysia’s been dead for 50,000 years! You can stop shooting her now!

Also another instance of Mihoyo forgetting Mei is an independent person and centering her narrative around her relationship to another character. Why’s it gotta be about becoming like Elysia and the other flame chasers instead of acknowledging their mistakes and learning from them so Mei can avoid their pitfalls and forge her own ideal future

Mei is so much fun to watch when she’s thinking for herself and forging her own path, so it’s frustrating to watch the narrative force her to walk down the path Elysia laid.

If I keep talking about this point I’m gonna go into rewrite/fanfic territory, so on to the design from a more technical standpoint:

There is next to no variation in tone (aside from her hair). Everything is just incredibly light. Her abilities in game are also incredibly pale, so she ends up getting lost in all the flashy lights

There’s so much texture throughout the outfit that there doesn’t really end up being a place for the eyes to rest

Though I understand why she’s blue, I think it’s inclusion was incredibly clunky. Including it as gems on the outfit or the underside of the skirt(?) may have helped the distribution look more even

If I went with the underside of the skirt being blue, I’d probably also say make her boots black (or just give her black tights or leggings with white ankle boots)

Orange (or at least Kiana’s shade of orange), blue, and purple are admittedly hard colors to make look good together, but there really needs some orange in there. Maybe sort of a deeper rose gold could’ve worked

I’m thinking like edae98 or fbbc93 (two on the top right)

^These things just need to go. The white skirt(?) over white boots just causes the whole bottom half to bleed together. Having so much weight on the bottom of the outfit also causes her movements to look incredibly clunky. Removing these parts would help to streamline it a bit

I like the idea of Mei sorta becoming Kiana’s dragon, but the wings and tail in the skirt get lost due to all the overlapping textures, and the wing sword doesn’t do anything. Girl has 3 swords but only uses 1. Why

Rather than basing her off a western dragon, I think they should’ve made her an eastern dragon. (Turn her HoT hands into Claws instead of wings, keep the “tail” of the skirt streamlined with a little flair at the bottom, turn her HoT horns into antlers). This way, they could keep the iconic elements of HoT while reframing them into something positive (for those who don’t know: it’s a lot more nuanced and complicated than I can really explain here, but eastern dragons are generally associated with good fortune)

So, ya- that’s all I got for now. If I left anyone off the list, they’re ranked lower than HoO for being that forgettable just let me know and I’ll add them on. Again, this post is mostly just me trying to collect my thoughts

#honkai impact #honkai rambling #they did Mei so incredibly dirty #I think it was softsapphic who suggested Kiana and Mei should’ve split finality?#and Fu Hua should’ve gotten origin #anyways I really like both those ideas and will probably run with them for rewrites #kiana kaslana #raiden mei #honkai elysia #honkai griseo #honkai durandal #I’ve gotten 4 hours of sleep it’s 3am and there are plows outside and my neighbors are partying #someone please just give me a concussion so I can sleep /j

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runwayrunway · 1 year

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No. 3 - Top 19 jetBlue Tail Designs

(number 10 will surprise you!)

How exciting - my first request! (Well, actually, I had a different request all written up and ready to post, but this one got bumped to the front of the line...for reasons. Keep reading to find out what reasons those are!)

The format of this post will be a bit different. There will of course be an overall grade for the general livery, coming in a subsequent post for an extra exciting multi-part review, but what the asker is referring to are jetBlue’s various jellybean tail designs, so I’ll be weighing in briefly on each one. No grades this time, just my top 19 jetBlue tail designs.

Readers from the US are probably pretty familiar with jetBlue, but I imagine a lot of people overseas aren't as much. While they do fly to some parts of Latin America and even have two destinations in Europe, they're primarily a domestic low-cost airline based in New York and Boston. One of their more noteworthy feature, aside from the fact that they name their airplanes silly things, is that instead of having one identical livery for all their planes they use several different designs for the tails, meaning that their fleet is not entirely uniform or even close to it. (Think of it like a handful of differently flavored jellybeans.)

All of the following quotes are taken directly from the jetBlue website. Images are from visitingphx.com, and the following users of planespotters.net: Carlos A. Nieves (balloons), OMGcat (highrise, hops; spotlight), Marco Dotti (tartan), KirkXWB (streamers), Chris Pitchacaren (ribbons), and Wade DeNero (dots). The reason I use photographs when jetBlue have a page with images of all the currently-in-use tails is that a lot of them look significantly different in natural lighting vs how they are on the website.

These rankings are...in all honesty largely fairly arbitrary without a huge gap between first and last place. I'll probably completely disagree with this ranking by tomorrow, and in fact returning to the start to proofread after finishing my first draft of this post I do already disagree with my own rankings, but I need to commit to something to make the post and rearranging them would take time and effort, and I have the rest of this jetBlue extravaganza to type out, so here goes. A list of my top 19 jetBlue liveries, ranked from the one I typed out first to the one I typed out last.

Sorry, anon.

1. Windowpane (retired)

It's very straightforward and clean. It has both the dark blue of the rest of the livery and a lighter contrasting shade. It's fairly self-contained. I think it's good to look at. No complaints.

2. Harlequin (retired)

See above, but it has the distinct flavor of a couch cushion. This is about to become a theme. I kind of wish they'd started with the dark blue at the bottom instead of the light blue, since it contrasts more with the white fuselage and sort of makes the whole design feel more cohesive.

3. Spotlight

Wouldn't you know it, she's a birthday girl! This "fierce" design was originally rolled out during 2019 Pride month - by complete coincidence, I would assume. I guess it would be weird for their brand, maybe, but if they have a yellow plane I don't see why committing to a rainbow plane was that far of a leap.

Despite that, I actually really like this design. The tiny bits of orange don't really overtake the rest of it, and the lighter, brighter blue really pops. It feels bubbly. It feels bubblier than the design called 'bubbles'.

I do feel the need to point out that the description on jetBlue's website seems to just cut off abruptly.

"bold splashes of color continue to steal the spotlight on our ne"

Your ne? Your ne is what? Please, how am I supposed to properly assess this design if I don't know what this livery is stealing the spotlight on? I'll rank it really high just in case I'm missing something crucial.

4. Plaid (retired)

I'm honestly just a big fan of plaid generally. This has a nice three-dimensional feeling to it. The main reason I ranked it so high is that I got the mental image of airlines knitting little jackets to put on their planes' fins so they don't get cold in the winter and can't stand how adorable that is.

5. Ribbons

The ribbons tail is used on A321neos with Mint, so the fanciest planes the airline has. I like this design. The blue shades feel like they fuse into something nice and eye-catching. It feels weird that they cut off abruptly, but I still like this tail design a lot.

That said, jetBlue's website has goofed again:

Ribbon has colorful tied up with (count ‘em!) THREE hues of blues.

Has colorful...what tied up? Or is colorful the thing being tied up?

jetBlue. jetBlue, the company jetBlue. I am talking to you. I know you're reading this. jetBlue, this is just sad. I feel legitimate pity for you. Can I please proofread your website? Please? You don't even have to pay me in money. I'll do it for TrueBlue points. I'll even do it for a couple scale models. Please don't let yourself live like this, jetBlue. You can do better. You literally have so much money. You can pay like dozens of people with fancy degrees way more than the retail price of a few small model planes to proofread your website but I am one individual with a tumblr blog and this is like seeing a wounded animal thrashing around on the ground. I'm being condescending but I'm also completely serious.

Now, if the next time I go on your website I see that you've changed it without contacting me I'll assume you're ripping me off and I won't do anything about it but honestly, jetBlue, I'll be hurt. So think about your actions.

(Jokes aside, though, two typos on one page of a major airline's website is two more than there should be. Also, if anyone is reading this after they've fixed it, here's an archive to prove it happened. That said, this was posted in July and I'm editing this in on the second of September - bad look!)

(Also, three hues of blue is a weird thing to tout as a benefit considering a lot of the other tails have three or even four different shades of blue.)

Anyway, the ribbon tail is pretty nice. I like it.

6. Mosaic

This design looks really washed out on their website for some reason but in person it's pretty nice. I'm not sure if this is a legitimate thing other people observe or just a me thing, but it sort of reminds me of how panels on airplanes overlap each other a lot with a bunch of adjacent square edges. But it also just looks nice. This is also one of the older ones but I feel like I wouldn't have guessed that if asked. Nice and simple in concept but not boring in execution.

7. Hops

This is a bit embarrassing, but until I actually looked up all the tail patterns I never connected the 'hops' name with an image. I just saw it written in passing and thought 'huh, like, the plant? That's a bit of a weird name but alright'. Even when I saw it I immediately was put in mind of a field of wheat, which is not the intended effect.

(It also looks like waves.)

It is, in fact, hops as in several consecutive short jumps, and is the standard tail on their A220 fleet. I do like it a lot regardless of if it's several short jumps or a wheat field or the ocean. It has some nice forward motion and the colors are nicely staggered and create some interesting depth. My one issue is that, like with the ribbons tail, this feels like it really needs to be released from the confines of the tailfin.

I know they're phasing out their E190 fleet, but there are definitely hops tails on E190s as well as A220s. The one I use as an example, for instance, is E190 N323JB "Only Blue".

8. Balloons

A 20-year anniversary livery. Ribbons might be higher on this list but balloons kind of fundamentally shreds it by having an entire five shades of blue.

This looks more like scales than balloons to me, but I still enjoy it. I feel like the variety of shades here actually makes it feel lighter because the very darkest shade is present for less of it, but a nice vivid blue is always good in this case. I'm also fairly sure this is the most recent regular tail variant, and it fits right in with the rest.

The reason I rate it so high is that it's a very overtly fun concept, and the website claims that the five shades are meant to stand for jetBlue's five core values - Safety, Caring, Integrity, Passion and Fun. And you know what, sure. Balloons are definitely fun. That's a nice theming choice. I like it.

9. Tartan

It's very funny that the description on the website says that they're 'mad for plaid' even though they retired the plaid livery. Still, this looks nice. I think it ended up here for personal reasons, those being that I'd die for a jacket or something made from a fabric with this print. Green and midnight blue are one of my favorite color combos for some reason. I'm a sucker for it. Like I said, these rankings are largely just based on mood and my opinion of the tails doesn't significantly vary, so I can do what I want. I can say that this is my ninth favorite jetBlue tail livery because I want to wear a jacket made of it. I think it would also be very cute if they made, as described earlier in the section on the plaid livery, a little cap for the plane out of said fabric, and gave the jacket to the pilots so that they could match. I think that would be really good.

10. 100 (special)

Obviously, this was going to end up at tenth. It was never not going to be at tenth, even if I hated it beyond words.

I actually do like this tail too, though. It follows the general jetBlue trend of kind of looking like fabric but it also sort of looks like a plastic bag like you'd get from a corner store. I feel like the fact that I think this is probably down to some sort of repressed memory of a specific corner store I've been to.

Bag or fabric qualities aside (you know what, I think this design would look good on a pillowcase) I do think that it's almost sort of subdued due to the smallness of the shapes and the large amount of dark colors and it sort of obscures the fact that this is a special livery to celebrate a milestone, but it is. (I'm including it here because the only change is to the tail, plus a bit of writing under the logo - not exactly a new design for the plane as a whole.)

This livery is actually to celebrate jetBlue's 100th A320, N655JB. It was a little bit startling realizing that this plane was acquired all the way back in 2007. I mean, they have a big fleet, but not big enough that that isn't shocking. She wore this (and the 'Our 100th A320' sticker) until 2013 and currently has the highrise tail, but is still named "Blue 100".

I wonder if they're going to do something similar for their 100th A220, given that if nothing changes about their order they'll end up with exactly 100 of them. I hope they do.

11. Highrise

The main thing I really like about highrise is the way that the green catches the light. At different angles it can look almost like it's shining and it stands out very nicely against the blues in the background. I know it's not part of their fundamental brand, so to speak, but I do find the combination of blues and green jetBlue uses sometimes quite striking, and the highrise design shows that off extremely well.

I actually think, in terms of representing jetBlue's history, this livery does the best job. It's meant to represent the high-rise buildings typical of New York. It's a nice touch. Again, though, stop holding back her power! Set her free from the confines of the fin!

12. Streamers

"as in Jetstream and as in let’s jet the party started", according to the website. This livery is for their A321LRs, which fly transatlantic flights. It's fine. It's nice. I can't say 'streamers' is what came to mind immediately - it was more like 'oh, nice abstract blue pattern' - but it's definitely not bad.

13. Prism

Very similar to highrise, with the colors and all, but I find that it shines less from the same angles. Also, a bit less thematically potent. Still nice. I'm running out of ways to say "still nice". Sometimes nineteen is a lot more than you expect it to be.

14. Dots (retired)

Cute, sweet, simple...much like windowpane, but I prefer graph paper with actual squares versus the dotted version and have ranked them accordingly.

15. Bubbles (retired)

This looks like it has that sort of three-dimensional plastic bottom-of-a-rug texture. I don't hate that, but boy does it make it hard to try and read the text!

This is officially the point where my opinions actually have somewhat started to drop off and we're getting to ones I'm less jazzed about, but it's still entirely fine. I don't mind it.

16. Blueberries

The idea behind blueberries is really cute, but the bit of empty white space irrationally bothers me.

17. Stripes (retired)

I owned a sweater with this exact pattern when I was in middle school and I wore it until there were too many holes to justify it anymore because it was very soft and comfortable. Much like my sweater, this livery is retired now. That's good, because you don't want holes in your vertical stabilizer. That would absolutely not be comfortable, and I doubt the landing would be soft.

Seriously, jetBlue cannot stop making tails that look like they're little hats somebody knitted for the airplanes.

18. Barcode

I don't know. The orange just...doesn't work for me when there's this much of it. Sorry. Still not like, awful or anything though.

19. jetBlue Vacations (special)

Not enough blue. Too many colors that aren't blue. You had one job.

Okay. That was all nineteen of jetBlue's tails. That said, having given my verdicts on all of these designs, I do feel like I'm at the end of a life-changing journey and have just realized that what I was searching for the whole time was just a hollow mirage. Why must we judge? Is it not enough to share in the joy of many variously-tailed airplanes mingling together under a shared ICAO designator?

When I see these flocks of bluebirds grazing on the tarmac together, embracing each other not just despite but because of their differences...all of them are beautiful in their own ways, and all of them lift each other up instead of putting each other down. They rise together, separated by at least 1,000 feet vertically and three miles laterally, and we should all be inspired by that, not try to tear them down.

Well, I think I've learned a very valuable lesson today. And that lesson is that I'm not going to be able to go over all the jetBlue tail variants and the general livery in the same post, or that post will be very very long. So, why the expedited pace for this request? There's no space left in this post, but I'm not going to take a jetBlue Vacation just yet. You'll have to read about it in part two of my jetBlue special...which is approximately 1,000 feet vertically and three miles laterally away.

#tarmac fashion week #requests #compilations #long haul #runwayrunway blueses it #jetblue #low cost carriers #jellybeans

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spectorcomplex · 2 years

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pearls and chains ♫ e.munson x reader

in the midst of writing songs for corroded coffins’s first album, eddie suffers from writer’s block and meets the girl who saves him from it.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and other substances, rockstar eddie and rich girl reader ;)

word count: 3.4k

my masterlist

The smell of weed, the sounds from makeshift instruments, the taste of sweat, and calloused fingers. That was the summer of ‘87 for Corroded Coffin.

It was comfortable and familiar and maybe that’s why nothing’s working, Eddie thinks. They’ve been using Reefer Rick’s lake house as some sort of shared home while they worked on completing the band’s first album.

They’ve recorded and released an EP with three songs after graduation and it took some time but a hopeful manager reached out, hence their opportunity to professionally record an actual album. It’s a dream come true, but coming up with multiple original songs that work in harmony was a nightmare. Deadlines were coming up and here they are, drunk on the late afternoon with scratch paper scattered around them.

Thankfully they were allowed to perform around nearby gigs but not so much as before. The four of them initially thought that this would spark inspiration for the album but after two performances at a nearby town still brought them back to square one.

“This isn’t working,” Eddie finally says.

Gareth shoots him a worried glance.

“Not like that,” He continues, “We need to get out of this house; all it’s doing is driving us insane and leading us to nowhere.”

“We’ve already got a riff though,” Jeff suggests, playing the tune on his guitar.

“Yeah, exactly, a riff, but no lyrics,” Eddie replies, ringed hands flailing around. “I’m getting food. We haven’t had anything other than beer and chips for days.”

Without awaiting their reply, he exits the house, feeling a little better as he takes a deep breath of the fresh unsoiled air.

Chirping birds were the usual thing to hear at this late hour so when splashing of water ringed in Eddie’s ear, he just had to turn his curious head around.

Lover’s lake was no means one of the American greats but Eddie still had to squint to see the people swimming near the shore on the other end. High pitched giggles helped him construct an idea in his head as to who were the brave souls to venture into the lake as the sky turned orange.

Eyes still squinted, he made out that someone was waving. He didn’t initially think it was directed towards him but he surveyed that he was in fact the only other human in the vicinity.

That was that however. No hi or hellos were exchanged and the girl turned her back before diving into the water. Weird.

Eddie moved on with his task, taking his beloved van to the nearest KFC. But even as he was waiting for the takeout to be served to him, his mind that should’ve been creating lyrics only thought of the girl at the lake. She stayed under the water after sending him a wave that Eddie almost thought she was an apparition.

The sky was already fully a midnight blue as he arrived back to the lake house, stars even more prominent as he left the suburb streets.

He was gathering the plastic bags in one hand and proceeded to close the van door with the other. Eddie’s soul nearly left his body when you appeared out of nowhere.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Oh my god,” Eddie gasped, free hand rubbing over his chest. “Who are you?”

He didn’t recognize you and you looked about his age. Your face would’ve been known to him if you had attended Hawkins High.

“Oh,” He cuts you off, recognizing the color of your hair. “You were the one swimming earlier, yeah?”

You nodded, feeling sheepish under the boy’s inquisitive gaze, “Yes, I’m Y/N. New around here, well for the summer.”

His head tilted, very reminiscent of your best friend’s adorable dog back in the city. To quench his curiosity, you waved a hand towards the house on the other side of the lake.

“That’s my grandparents’ house,” You explain .“I’m taking a gap year before college and Europe’s not safe at this time to travel so…”

The way you so nonchalantly threw the words Europe and travel around made Eddie’s eyes drop to the pearl choker around your neck. It was definitely real and expensive, its sheen still bright under the moonlight. Your pale green gingham bathing suit was topped with an open button down and denim cutoffs. You’re pretty and he’s starting to sweat.

“Oh, nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Eddie.”

Those words were what you and him—unbeknownst to each other– hoped would be the start of a friendship.

“Nice to meet you too, Eddie,” You say, once nervous smile turning real. “Is it okay if I can borrow some matches? My Nana wants a fire in the furnace but we’re all out.”

Eddie tried to recall if he does, but Rick’s house was never properly stocked and the band didn’t even bother to do the task.

“No can do, miss,” He says, honorific slipping out without meaning to. “I have a Zippo though, that alright?”

“That’s perfect,” You continue to smile, accepting the silver item after Eddie’s fished it from his pocket. It had a devil sticker on its body. “Thank you so much. Though I don’t think they’ll approve.”

You gracefully skip away shortly after the exchange, but not before waving again and promising to return the lighter tomorrow.

And just like that, Eddie Munson finally has song lyrics in his head.

–+–

You didn’t return the lighter like you promised. In fact, it’s been two days and you start to feel anxious, not wanting to seem like a thief to Eddie.

Eddie, the first resident of Hawkins you ever talked to. Besides your grandparents, of course.

Out of all the places you planned to visit during your gap year, this small town was on the bottom of the list. Hell, it wasn’t even on it in the first place. But your Nana was sick and she wanted you to come. Not even to take care of her but for you to know her and your father’s hometown.

Your father left this place for good to make a name for himself in New York, and succeeded. He never boasted about Hawkins, Indiana, barely even mentioned it— you only discovered this was his hometown when you turned thirteen– and preferred to take the family to the Hamptons.

This is the first time you’ve been to the place and you were to spend the summer here. Your friends were either on a private island or across the globe and here you were, in a place with one mall.

It wasn’t like you chose not to return the lighter, it was because chores were needed to be done around the house. The only chore you’ve ever done in your life was to make your bed in the mornings. So now, what usually would take 30 minutes would extend to an hour and so forth due to your lack of experience.

You run into Eddie again, this time at the liquor store and you finally see him in the daylight. He looked much larger than life compared to the dim nighttime. Curly hair frizzy from the humidity, tattered tee shirt exposing his tattooed arms, and bright eyes. You can only say so because he looked right at you. You froze on the spot, a bottle of Grey Goose in your underaged grasp. You needed some fun after cleaning up the lake house.

“Y/N,” He calls, ignoring the looks from his friends.

“Eddie,” You reply, unsure if he was mad or didn’t care about his item still in your possession.

“Don’t plan on setting anything on fire now, are you?” He whispers as he steps closer to you, chuckling at your confusion. “You know, alcohol and flames.”

“I’m sorry,” You finally give up acting coy and instead have your face morph into an expression you gave your teachers that initially gave you a score not akeen to your satisfaction. “I’ve been busy, I swear I’ll give it back later.”

He hums and your heart skips a beat.

“How?”

“What do you mean how?”

“You know where I live?”

Your eyebrows scrunch together and Eddie’s eyes follow the movement, “Uhm, the only other house by the lake? Don’t you live there?”

There it is, Eddie thinks. The sassy tone he’s been expecting from a girl like you. It only adds to his delight after spotting the Ralph Lauren logo on your pale pink button up.

“Nope, not exactly,” Eddie continues, loving the effect his ambiguous words had on you.

He’d written down five lines about a rich girl the moment he finished dinner the night you met. Of course, he hasn’t revealed the words yet to the band. He won’t actually, not until he’s finished it. This was a piece Eddie wanted to come from his own heart.

You only huffed, rolling your eyes as you wordlessly side stepped him to pay. He sees the ID you pull out from the back pocket of your linen shorts and wonders about its authenticity.

“The Hideout,” He calls to you when you turn to exit the store. “You can find me there.”

At first, Eddie thinks you’ll huff once more and continue on your way, just like the interaction by the lake, but he can’t help but smile when you turn around.

“I don’t know where that is,” You say.

There wasn’t any mirth in your eyes and he could tell you were telling the truth. He ignores Gareth’s whispers of what do you mean the hideout, Eddie? You’re gonna be busy, Eddie. You have to make it in time, Eddie, yada yada yada.

“Then you can meet me by ‘my house at the lake’ at six.”

You should be wary, cautious. You’re a girl new to town talking with a boy who’s the complete juxtaposition of the posh ones you grew up with.

But you smile and say okay.

–+–

This is stupid. Why in the world were you putting on a dress just to return some stranger’s lighter?

You do hope Eddie wouldn’t stay a stranger, you desperately needed somebody to show you around the town you were going to spend months in. Other than successfully navigating the liquor store, in the week you’ve been here all you’ve done was swim by the lake you didn’t even know the name of.

You leave the house when it was three minutes until six, everything calculated in your head. Not too eager, not too rude.

You clutched the lighter tighter in your fist when you see Eddie by his van. He’s tall.

“Hey,” You let him say first before repeating.

“I got your lighter,” You shrugged, palm opening to reveal it. You wondered if this exchange would be just as curt as the night you borrowed the Zippo.

“You can return it to me at The Hideout,” Eddie replied.

“I told you, I don’t know where that is.”

“Then get in and you’ll find out.”

A silence. Your lips twitched at the corners and Eddie knew he had to get ready for a snarky remark.

“And why should I trust you?” You ask, voice breathy. Dreamy, he notes and reminds himself to use that word in a song.

“My name’s Eddie Munson,” He can’t help but smile at your squinted eyes. “Figured I never gave you my full name. You can tell that that to your Nana if she needs to call the cops.”

You roll your eyes, lighthearted more than anything, “Lead the way then, Munson.”

He’s a bad idea, you think as you watch him maneuver around to open the passenger door for you. With his wild hair and multitude of chains, whether hanging from around his neck or on his belt loops. You bite your lip.

You shouldn’t be doing this, imagining the disapproving glares from your friends and family in the back of your mind. But you were alone, in a sense, after nineteen years, and everything in this quaint storybook town was making you want to break from the status quo.

The pair of you make small talk on the drive, conversation never falling flat. You tell him about this being your first time in Hawkins and he informs you that this was where he was born and raised. Then you add that you’re bound for Dartmouth after this year and he says he’s hopefully on tour by then.

“You’re in a band?” You ask, shifting in your shift to look him over. Of course, he’s wearing an Iron Maiden shirt.

“Not your usual cup of tea?” There he goes again, flitting around a question with a matching cocky smirk.

Alright, you’ll bite.

“Dunno,” You shrug, hair blowing in the wind. “I don’t have a favorite and haven’t tried every tea.”

Eddie seems satisfied with your answer. He hums before saying, “Guitar. Lead vocals… I guess.”

You let his words linger in the air for a moment, doing exactly what he has been doing to you.

“You guess?”

“Recording an album right now.”

“Shut up.”

The words fly our of your mouth without thinking. That new found information was attractive. You tug at your pearl necklace, shaking your head slightly as if to chastise yourself. You don’t even know what kind of music he makes.

“That hard to believe?” He asks, the teasing tone surface level.

“No, no it’s cool, Eddie,” You backtrack. “You’re cool.”

Warmth floods your cheeks. What is it with you today?

“You’re pretty cool too,” Eddie replies without missing a beat.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” You blurt out. “You know, just in case your uncle needs to call the cops.”

He smiles at your words before repeating your name to himself. It was a whisper but you heard it still, liking the way it rolls off his tongue.

“Alright, Y/N Y/L/N,” Eddie says as he puts the car in park. “ID? Fake or real?”

“You little stalker,” You fake gasp.

“Just observant,” He shrugs.

Eddie leads the way to the entrance of The Hideout. It was a dingy bar but well beloved by Hawkins residents and nearby live music lovers. He doesn’t know why he’s starting to feel nervous, probably because he was leading you, all pretty looking with your white sun dress and loose hair, to the lion’s den. Since it was the summer, there were more gigs and patrons every night, meaning more wildcard customers and cigarette smoke.

“Mr. Munson,” The person by the door greets and you watch in amusement as Eddie’s cheeks turned red.

“No need to call me that, Roger, how many times?” Eddie chuckled. “This is Y/N.”

You waved and Roger smirked as he turned to Eddie, “Your friend?”

Eddie’s cheeks were still flushed as he looked at you, almost afraid you were going to object if he answered an affirmative. You only raised a brow.

“You could say that,” Eddie replied before Roger let the two of you in.

“You could say that?!” You whisper-shout to Eddie as he leads the two of you inside. “Oh my god, he’s totally gonna think I’m a groupie!”

“I’ve never had a groupie actually,” He chuckles, ushering for you to sit down at a table near the stage.

The entryway was packed all the way to the center, even this early into the night. The smell of fried food, beer, and sweaty bodies immediately flooded your senses. Normally, if you’d been here a few months ago, you’d be disgusted, would rather be found dead in a ditch than in a place like this. But somehow, being in a town where nobody but your grandparents knew you gave you the confidence to break free from Upper East Side beliefs.

“And you’re not about to have one,” You retort. Your stare lingers on the ringed hand holding the chair out for you.

Eddie sits next to you and orders a coke in can for you.

“You didn’t even stop me from buying vodka earlier,” You say only to be met with a wink. “What are we doing here anyway?”

“You’ll see,” He winks once more.

The lights dim around you and Eddie leaves your side in a blur. You’re flabbergasted as you watch him climb up onto the stage and even more when the crowd explodes into applause when they see him.

Other people walk onto the stage, his friends that you recognize from the liquor store. One of them hands Eddie a red and black electric guitar.

And even though the audience is whistling and cheering his name, the spotlight on his face, Eddie doesn’t break eye contact. He had a challenging look in his eyes, as if daring you. To do what exactly, you hope to find out.

“Ladies, gents, and friends,” Eddie speaks into the microphone in front of him. The loud volume made you feel as if his voice reverberated in your chest and decided to stay there. “We are Corroded Coffin.”

The drummer hits his sticks three times before their instruments harmonized. The moment Eddie opened his lips to sing, you were officially in a trance.

The songs they performed were different from what you’re inclined to, but it doesn’t mean you didn’t enjoy their performance. Truth be told, you weren’t sure which ones were covers and which were their originals considering the crowd didn’t fail to sing along to every well written lyric. Your mother would probably faint if she found out you were listening to a metal band instead of an orchestra.

Eddie catches your eye every now and then and you don’t bother to hide the fact that you were bobbing your head along to the fast beats. You hope he doesn’t see the giggle you let out when you noticed him lightly jumping on his feet as he strums with fervor. Though the movements of his fingers did have butterflies swirl in your stomach.

Something about Eddie. So new, so enigmatic, that felt like freedom. Freedom from restraint and all the boxes you’ve been made to fit into your entire life. Plus, he was nice and hasn’t murdered you yet so that’s a plus.

And from your seat at the table you didn’t know that he was exactly thinking the same. A girl like you should be untouchable, out of his reach. He’s not a stranger to pretty upper class women, but all he’s received were sneers and rushed payments for his supply. But here you were nodding along as he was singing an original. You stood out in the crowd with your beauty and the mystery of you that he wished to unravel, knowing he’ll find something kind and equally as beautiful on the inside.

They finished the set with a song from their EP and Jeff made sure to tell the audience to check them out at the local records store.

You were clapping as Eddie made his way to you, ignoring the teasing from his friends.

“You have an EP?!” You shout over the cheery background noise.

He feels like passing out at the sight. He doesn’t know how it was possible but your eyes were sparkling, as if the spotlight turned on once more and was pointed at you. All he could do was nod dumbly.

You bit your bottom lip, obviously stifling a laugh. With this Eddie shakes his head.

“How you liking this town so far?” He asks, trying to act casual. Thankfully you indulge him.

“Good, though I haven’t seen much of it yet,”

“Lucky you I think I'd make a pretty decent tour guide,” Eddie says, slowly trying to restore his confidence.

“Hmm,” You twirl the straw with your fingers. He’s weak for the perfectly manicured glitter red nails. “Will the tour include the records store? I have to make a stop to buy some band’s EP.”

Eddie could drop dead at this exact moment and not beg to come back to real life if this is what heaven was like.

That night he walks you home to your house by the lake, with a promise to you of a tour of the town and new lyrics and a melody playing nonstop in his head.

The cold summer night bites at his skin on the walk back to Reefer Rick’s house and as Eddie reaches his shivering hands into his pockets, he smiles as he doesn’t find his lighter there.

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Fox Paw Faux Pas

TIMING: Before We Begin Again LOCATION: The woods PARTIES: @thunderstroked and @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: Kaden finds a certain kitsune stuck in a trap. Mona does her best to communicate with him as they try to help her find her way home CONTENT WARNINGS: head trauma tw (very end/last reply)

The fox clawed at the cage she’d gotten stuck inside. Heart beating fast, she repelled from the edges, as if the metal that touched her skin might somehow singe her fear. A low whine left her as she arched her back against the metal, claws piercing through the small holes of the man-made crate. It was on the smaller side, meant for something the size of a raccoon, maybe. She was going to die here, and it was that spellcaster in the wood’s fault. She’d never see Felix or Inge again, she’d never have her favorite wine– she’d never return the photography studio to Esther. She was done for.

In her panic, she missed the exchange of words– the padding of footsteps. She was shaking violently within the small cage, doing her best to try and claw her way out. Another high pitched whine left her, this time reminiscent of a small child’s scream. Agony washed over her, and panic ensued. Her heart rate picked up and she shoved her shoulder into the opposite side of the cage, gaze leveling with that of a man after a few moments where she lowered herself to the ground, panting heavily. Was he here to kill her? She would burn him, if so. He would release her, and she would burn him, and she would run. She had to. She couldn’t die here. She refused to die here.

—

Weird fox in one of the traps. That was the call Kaden got to animal control. He could only speculate what the fuck that meant in Wicked’s Rest. His questions were met with no real answers like information had been passed third hand to the hunter. Time to prepare for the worst and hope for the best. For all he knew, the fox was just a normal damn fox but was gray or maybe had mange. Hell, it could be a raccoon. Wouldn't surprise him if that was the case. Maybe it was even that fucker that had tormented and evaded him and Cortez a while back. Yeah, no way he’d get that lucky. Time to plan for a raiju. Kaden grabbed his rubber gloves along with the crate and snare from the back of the truck before trekking out into the woods to see what he would find.

The closer he got to the spot in question, the more chills ran down his spine. Kaden furrowed his brows, checking that he was headed in the right direction. Sure was. Great. So he was walking directly towards a monster. Hopefully it was still in that cage.

He spotted the glint of metal before he could see what was waiting for him across the way. Goosebumps covered his arms as he walked closer. Definitely something supernatural. Beast or shifter, surely. Whichever it was, it was panicked and whining. The sound pierced his ears and it was all he could do not to wince. Deep breath. Kaden crouched down to get a better look at the little fox. The little orange fox with a splash of blue fur and two tails.

Yeah, not a fox, then. A kitsune. Kaden sighed, not sure if it was relief or something else that he was releasing. “Hey, hey, calm down,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender as he dropped down to one knee to try and meet the shifter eye to eye. “I know what you are, okay. You’re safe. I promise.” Slowly, he reached his hand out to the cage door, ready to open it. His fingers hesitated to grasp the handle while the kitsune was still so frightened. He knew that he wasn’t dealing with a wild animal, sure, but the same rules still applied. Frightened animals were dangerous to deal with. “You’re going to have to calm down, alright? I don’t want to deal with that fox fire shit today, got it?”

—

I know what you are.

The fox thought briefly to the moment she’d watched Twilight with Inge and the two of them had cackled at the scene splitting between Bella and Edmund– no, Edward. She pressed herself against the metal, ears pinned back as she glowered at the man who appeared. If he knew what she was, either it was by sight or by something else.

His fingers hung around the lock of the cage and the fox watched intently, fur sticking through the holes in the cage as she backed up further. He was speaking to her, acknowledging that he knew what she could do to him– how did he know? Most would see two tails and equate it to something out of mythology, but this person knew past that.

In response to his request, the fox let out another high pitched whine before relaxing slightly. If he tried anything, she would light him up and have no issue doing so– she was not a fighter in the slightest, but there were exceptions to that rule. The fox waited patiently for the door to drop open, and once it did, she rushed out, half-tempted to escape the man, but she turned at the last moment, studying his features. Could he help her if he knew what she was?

—

The fox calmed down just enough that he risked opening the cage door. Kaden expected them to transform back right then and there. He waited and gave the fox a look. “Go on.You don’t have to hide it here. No one around, no cameras. You’re safe.” The kitsune just looked up at him with a blank stare and for a second, he questioned if he was wrong. No, those were two distinct tails. There was no way this was a normal fox. They were a kitsune.

So why weren’t they turning back into a human form? Kaden furrowed his brows and double checked that they were alone. Yeah, very alone, no one else there. Were they shy? Could they not shift while someone was looking at them? Embarrassed? Maybe afraid to reveal their identity.

“I mean it. You can shift back now. I promise, I’m not going to tell anyone or hurt you or anything. And it’s going to be easier to speak to each other, as cute as the fox form is.”

Still, nothing. Was there something he was missing?

Wait, did kitsune keep their clothes when shifting? Werewolves didn’t. Maybe they were worried about being naked in front of a stranger. Kaden shrugged off his jacket and placed it on the ground in front of the kitsune. “Here. I don’t know how much it’ll cover you up but it might help. If that’s the issue.” And if that wasn’t the issue, the ranger was officially at a loss.

—

As much as the fox wanted to shift back and give her thanks and then be on her way, that wasn’t possible. Then again, that might have been stupid of her. What if this person was waiting for her to reveal what she truly looked like, and in turn use that against her? She wouldn’t have risked it, even if she were capable of returning to her human form.

The fox huffed in response to the way he urged her to shift back. She attempted, but there was no puff of smoke, no reveal of who she was beneath the blue and orange fur. The scar that replicated itself in the patterns across her fur burned with frustration– something that typically happened when under duress.

At his insinuation that she might be embarrassed due to the act of being naked, the fox cackled– or, rather, chirped. The idea that she would be embarrassed over her body was laughable, even in her current state. Had he only read about her kind in books? Did he have no idea that she’d keep her clothes? That her shifts weren’t as animalistic as others?

The jacket was now on the ground, though, and the fox committed the scent to memory. She’d follow it after this was said and done and show her appreciation so that she wouldn’t have the guilt looming over her in the form of his help. Though, the only help he’d given her was getting her out of the cage. That was good enough, she decided. The fox watched the man intently before stepping atop his jacket, tails flicking in response to his words. She pawed at the jacket pocket where she felt the weight of a cell phone. Maybe she could use her nose to type something out? Sticks and scrawling words into the dirt hadn’t really helped her case before, but maybe this would work.

—

Did the kitsune just laugh at him? Kaden’s mouth pulled into a thin line and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Couldn’t believe he just got laughed at by a fox. Sure, alright, they were a shifter but all the same. His brow raised as he watched them approach his jacket and… stand on top of it? That wasn’t going to help. What the hell were they doing? “Hey, careful,” he said as soon as she started pawing at it. “Don’t scratch the leather, alright?” As if the jacket wasn’t already well worn and scuffed and scratched in various places. It was the principle of the thing, though.

When he looked down, he saw that the kitsune had wedged his phone out of the pocket. Right. Might have been a smart idea to take that out before handing it to them. Kaden reached down to grab it and looked at the device, unsure of the best way to go about this. It’s not like there was a fox to English translation app he could use. Even if there was, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to figure out how to get it without help from Alex or Mack or even Andy.

It was clear from all the huffing and visible frustration from before that the kitsune wasn’t shifting there and then for whatever reason. But they hadn’t run away. Kaden eyed his phone again. Did they want to communicate? Well, probably, since their current back and forth left a lot to be desired. How were they going to do that with a phone? They still couldn’t talk. Maybe they wanted to call someone? And say what, exactly? He tried to wrap his head around it and remembered that incident at Masque of the Red Death when he was monochromatic and silent. What was her name, the mare, Inge? She’d mentioned using a phone to communicate when silent instead of the whiteboard. Honestly, shame he didn’t have that with him now, it would have helped. Still, maybe she was onto something.

Kaden tapped through the lock screen and found an app that looked like it took notes or something. Either way, seemed like you could type on it. Though he wasn’t sure if the kitsune would have the dexterity with their paws or nose or hell, maybe their tails, to navigate it. He went to set it down but hesitated. He knew there was a way to make things bigger and the buttons larger, mostly because of the number of times he did it by accident. “One second, let me see if I can make this easier,” he said as he desperately flipped through various settings and options. He did what he could to make the text larger and the buttons bigger and hoped it would be enough before placing the phone back on his jacket facing the fox. “Hope this is what you wanted,” he told them as he waited for them to type away.

—

The man took the phone away and the fox let out another annoyed huff. Then again, she wouldn’t be able to do much to unlock it. It wasn’t like she could press his thumb into the home button for him. She watched him expectantly as he seemingly threaded her silent request together.

Just as he was about to return the phone to her, he was saying something else and the fox let out a whine, finally moving off of the man’s jacket. The last thing she wanted to do was scratch up the leather, it did smell authentic, and she knew how pricey they could be. She wouldn’t make much of a case for herself if she did tarnish something he clearly cared about. Finally, the phone was back within her reach and the fox was leaning down, amused by the way the buttons took up pretty much half of the screen. It would make things easier though, she had to admit that.

Before moving to tap her nose against the screen, she rubbed it against her side at the risk of not wanting to get any dirt on his phone. She’d been traveling like this for awhile now, there was no telling what state she was actually in. Finally, she dipped down to tap her nose against the words S-T-U-C-K. Instead of spelling it outright, it said S-T-I-UU-C-JJ-K. Though, with the help of context clues, she was hopeful that he’d be able to understand what she was trying to say. She watched him carefully as she nudged the phone with her nose back towards him, a low whine building in her chest.

—

Kaden had to admit, he was fascinated watching the fox trying to type on a touchscreen. Definitely not anything he would see in any nature documentary, that was for certain. He was glad he made the buttons bigger because even then, it was clear they were struggling to get the right letters. They’d managed to type something, though, which was honestly impressive all on its own.

He leaned down to get a look at the phone and read what they’d written. “Stiuucjjk,” was what was there on the phone screen. The creases in his forehead deepend as he tried to figure out what the hell they were trying to say. “Is this English?” he asked, looking back at them.

Right. A stupid question considering they’d demonstrated understanding of everything else he’d said prior to now. “Sorry, looked like it was Swedish or something.” He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced over the letters one more time. What the hell was it? Sticky? No, that didn’t make sense. Their fur looked clean and so did their paws for the most part. At the very least, they didn’t look like they’d gotten doused in honey or something. Sick? Maybe, but they seemed mostly okay. But he figured it was a good idea to check. “Sick? Are you sick? Is that why you won’t change?” He tilted his head and tried one more time to sus out what the word translated to. He looked at the letters on the keyboard, trying to get an idea of what letters were next to each other, hoping it would clue him in on the mystery word.

“Stick?” he said out loud. Before he could get confirmation or denial, he reached down on the forest floor and grabbed a stick. “Would this help you type? This it?”

—

The fox let out an annoyed huff as the man asked her if it was English. Couldn’t he read between the lines? She knew that she needed to be patient with him, but it was hard when she was the one stuck like this with no foreseeable way out of it. She was frustrated, to say the least. She hoped that because he seemed to know what she was, he would be able to help– that somewhere in some book there was an explanation of what was happening to her, but then she remembered the stupid spell and how this wasn’t natural to her kind at all. She was fucked.

She watched in disbelief as the man ran through the words, not nearing what she’d actually been trying to say. She sat down, tails flicking in annoyance as he continued on. Sticky, sick, stick. She had half a mind to bite his hand, but he was the one trying to help her, wasn’t he? Or was this some kind of ploy? To keep her distracted for enough time for someone else to swoop in and steal her away? Her ears rotated slightly as she tried to welcome in any sounds around the perimeter, but aside from the sound of birds, they were alone. The fox exhaled, staring at the stick in the man’s hand. She grabbed it from him with her mouth and threw it at his feet before nodding towards the phone again, nose pressed against the deletion key.

She attempted it again, this time carefully prodding her nose against the screen. S-T-Y-U-C-K. That was much better, she decided. She pawed at the side of the phone, urging him to take a look. This had to be easily decipherable– there was no way he wouldn’t understand what she was trying to get across now.

—

When the fox took the stick from his hand, Kaden felt a small swell of pride for having cracked the code. It faded as soon as the stick hit his shoes. “Aright, fine, not a stick.” He grumbled and put the phone back down for the kitsune to type away again. He waited until she looked back up at him, pawing the phone to let him know the message was ready.

“St-yuck,” he said, pronouncing the word aloud exactly as written. Right, that sounded stupid, especially since he realized what it actually said before the second syllable left his lips. “Stuck. Okay, got it.” Well, at least that was solved. The fox was stuck.

Wait, what did that mean? Kaden’s brows furrowed as looked at the fox, back at the cage he had freed them from, and then over to the fox again. Stuck, how? They weren’t stuck anymore. “But you’re out of the cage, what do you mean stuck?”

He didn’t need to be an expert in animal behavior to sense the frustration coming from the tiny furry creature. Obviously the cage was not what they were talking about. “Right, not the cage. Clearly. Not stuck in the cage anymore but still stuck.” And not in place, either. “Stuck… as a fox?” It was said more like a question than a statement even though, in hindsight, that was clearly what they meant the whole time.

“Okay, stuck as a fox. Can’t shift back, I take it. Right.” Kaden scratched at his beard before rubbing his palm down the rest of his face. “Not sure I know how to fix that.” The ranger searched his mind for anyone else who might be helpful. He knew a lot of undead, he knew werewolves, but that wasn’t going to do a kitsune a whole lot of good. “I can take you home or wherever you want to go and we can find someone who can, I guess.” It was the only solution he had at the moment. “Which, um, not sure how you want to direct me to wherever that is.”

—

Finally, the fox thought– he got it. She watched his expression carefully, noting the way in which he seemed to work through the text she’d typed on the phone. Would he think it was something else? Look at her paws for a rock, maybe? She might have to bite him then, she thought. She stared at the man, ears drooping slightly as he came to the wrong conclusion. She had to keep in mind that he was doing most of the communicating, and he was only able to take cues away from her if she’d give them to him.

Once he’d gotten it, the fox nodded. She wasn’t sure what he’d be able to do to help her, if anything, but at least somebody had gotten it right. Only, as soon as he’d come to the grand reveal, he was falling back on his heels. The fox let out a huff and laid down, paws outstretched in front of her. Out of everyone she’d run into today, he was the only one to really figure her out for what she was, and what was wrong with her. The idea of possibly directing him to Felix came to mind, but if he recognized her for what she was, who was to say that he wouldn’t recognize Felix? She couldn’t put them in any kind of harm’s way.

Getting to her own home, and then finding Inge or Felix would be her only way, she thought. She looked at the phone in his hands and sighed, knowing that typing out her address would be one hell of a feat. But if that was her only way…

She nodded towards the phone, snout pushing through the air as if to mimic the way she’d pushed her nose against the screen to spell out what was needed.

—

“You want to try and type again?” Kaden wasn’t sure how well that was going to work out, given how long it took them to spell “stuck.” With typos. “I think it might be easier if you try to direct me once we’re in the car. I’m pretty sure we can find a way.” The ranger was about to turn and indicate for the fox to follow when he realized there was a lot of town out there and a lot of people, too. Wandering blindly with a fox to navigate probably wasn’t the best idea. “On second thought, give me a rough location or someone to head towards. Or a part of town at least. Then you can point the way from there.”

He bent down to place the phone on the ground so they could press their snoot up against the glass to type out each character slowly and carefully. The device brushed the forest floor before Kaden yanked it back up. “Hold on, I have a better idea.” He may not have had those often, but he was pretty sure this was going to be easier than waiting for the fox to type. Not that he had anywhere better to be, sure, but he really didn’t want to get bitten by a frustrated kitsune today if he could avoid it.

Kaden opened up the map app on his phone and zoomed out to an overview map of the town before finally placing it on the ground. This time, however, the ranger stayed crouched next to it. “Okay, I’m going to hover my finger over the map. Yip or howl or whatever it is when I’m over the right place. I’ll zoom in. Same shit.” He went to start and realized he hadn’t figured out how they could tell him he was going the wrong direction. Or anything else but yes, really. “Uh, if I’m wrong, paw me or the phone or something. I guess. And, hmm…” He paused and scratched his beard as he pondered a little more. “Use your head to tell me which direction to go? Or point your paw? Something like that. Make it obvious.” He really hoped this would work. “Alright, ready?”

—

The fox stared up at him unblinking, waiting for the moment that the phone would hit the ground again. She wasn’t sure how directing him would do any good, mostly considering she had no idea where she was. She looked around them in an attempt to get a better idea of where she might’ve gotten herself trapped, but all she saw was underbrush and trees. She turned her attention back towards him as he went to put down the phone, ears flattening back as he scooped it back up within the time it took him to lean down to set it back down. She looked up at him as he explained, realizing that he’d finally come up with a good idea.

At least this would be easier in the grand scheme of things.

This was a better idea than simply getting into his truck and finding the way back home. She wasn’t even really sure if home was where she needed to go at this point– she needed to find Felix or Inge. Still, she was a little apprehensive about bringing somebody who seemed to know what she was right away to her friends who were… not quite human.

At his instruction, the fox nodded, looking down at the phone. As he tapped around, she barked out the orders, scraping her paw through the dirt to the right– then the left. Finally, she saw the neighborhood that Felix lived in. She could figure it out from there, she thought. She stood up and pawed at the dirt in the direction of his truck, trotting over. Maybe he’d get the memo that’s where she wanted to go.

Or, at least she hoped his braincells hadn’t deteriorated in that time.

—

Scrolling through the map for the fox seemed to be working. Kaden was shocked he came up with it at all, to be honest. It was easier to understand than their typos, that was for sure. At one point during the whole thing, it hit him how ridiculous this had to look. There he was, kneeling in the dirt, swiping on a phone while a goddamn fox was giving him directions. It sounded like a bad punchline.

But hey, it worked well enough. The area was easy enough to get to and he was pretty damn familiar with getting around the town by this point given his job. He nodded and followed the fox as they trotted to his truck.

“Hop in the front,” he said as he swung the passenger side door open for the fox. Once they were in, door closed, he went round the front of the truck and slid into his own seat. “Okay, uh, let’s see. You can tap your paw on me to turn right, that’s easy enough. Uhhh… yip once to turn left? That work?” Kaden looked over at the kitsune and had to stifle a laugh. The whole thing had to look ridiculous. An animal control officer with a fox in the front seat playing navigator. This was going to be a wild ride, that was for sure.

Kaden was about to head off when he saw someone down the road, arms waving above their head, clearly trying to get his attention. His mouth pulled into a thin line as the woman approached the car. He couldn’t say what it was, but something felt off. “Get down,” he muttered to the fox, his eyes never leaving the woman as he spoke. “Hide yourself best you can.” There was a towel bunched up in between the seats that he grabbed and tossed in the fox’s direction.

By now the woman was close enough that Kaden could see the weapons strapped to her: a crossbow, knives, what looked like a shotgun, among other things. She was well prepared for these woods by the looks of it. That didn’t mean she was a hunter, sure.

But it didn’t mean that she wasn’t one, either.

Kaden pulled up closer to her, car still running. He wasn’t going to risk putting it in park. Even so, he didn’t want his damn tires blown so he rolled the window down and gave her a small wave, half smile on his face. “Hey there. You need something? I’ve got to head out if–”

She didn’t let him finish his sentence. “Hey, sorry I just–” She was still catching her breath as she leaned on the side of the car, practically hanging in the window. Kaden noticed her eyes were darting back and forth, searching the interior of the truck. She was likely trying to be subtle but it didn’t work. “Sorry, I have a trap out here and I heard there was something found in it and–” It was clear she was frantic and having trouble choosing her words. “Well that’s my trap and if you picked anything up, it could be dangerous. Also it’s mine and, and…”

Kaden’s gaze hardened the more she spoke. She was young, couldn’t be more than twenty-something, if that. “Calm down, breathe.” He tried to angle himself to block her view of the interior as he turned to her. “There wasn’t anything in that trap, sorry. Not sure where you heard that but I have to go, there’s an emergency at–”

“Bullshit,” she spat back at him, her friendly demeanor gone. “I know there was a ki– fox in there. I heard the call in to the station.” The confused look on Kaden’s face didn’t phase her. “Look, I tapped into the radio, whatever, sue me, I don’t care but I need to get that fox. Now. It’s dangerous. And sorry bud, but you definitely don’t know how to handle one like this. Just trust me. Please.”

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t sympathize with the kid. He knew that tone, he knew this song and dance well. It was normally him on the other side. Or it had been, when he thought the same as she did. Putain de merde. He didn’t have time for lessons in ethical beast hunting right now. Especially since he was pretty damn sure she wasn’t going to just listen to him. “Thanks for looking out for me but I promise you, I have it handled. I know a kitsune when I see one.” He didn’t wait for the shock to leave her face before he continued. “This was just a normal fox. Nothing more. And even if it wasn’t, I have it handled. Ranger.”

His heart was pounding in his chest as he waited for whatever came next. Kaden didn’t have a clue how this ranger would react or, worse, how the kitsune in the passenger seat would react. He hadn’t exactly told them he was a ranger. All he could do now was hope that they trusted him enough by now to know he wasn’t out to hurt them.

For one second, it looked like the kid was going to back away and Kaden was ready to take off, foot slowly lifting from the break.

Not his luck, apparently. “Show me,” the ranger said, determination burning in her irises. One of her hands had slipped down out of sight and that could only mean one goddamn thing with a hunter. She had a weapon in hand. And he had a truck, sure, but he didn’t doubt that she knew damn well how to make sure the truck didn’t go too far if she wanted. “Show me the fox. And I’ll go.”

Putain de merde. Kaden’s eyes hovered towards the passenger seat for just a second, even though he didn’t mean to look their way even a little. He didn’t want to reveal them. He wasn’t going to give them up. But right now, they really needed a way out of this.

—

The fox considered turning her back on him in that moment, but he was the only way she’d get to either her apartment, or to Felix or somewhere in between, so that she wasn’t dragging somebody else into harm’s way. She looked at the door for a moment longer before finally deciding to oblige, hopping onto the front seat of the pick up.

The sound of a second set of footsteps set her on edge. Ears rotating slightly, she looked towards the open window, eyes narrowing. The man at her side seemed to be on edge, and the words spoken sent her hackles upwards. The fox followed the orders given to her, slipping below the passenger seat, trying to ignore the way it felt like it was closing in on her. The woman could sense her, and the man could… tell?

Ranger.

The fox’s ears burned with the word. She’d anticipated this moment; realizing that the man who she’d hoped would help her had been on the wrong side. But he hadn’t tried to hurt her. She knew deep down that she couldn’t trust him, and her father’s words came to mind as she blinked up at the dashboard of the truck, head pulled back just enough so that the woman wouldn’t be able to see her if she peered in through the window.

There was desperation in her voice, and it didn’t seem like the man she was with was willing to give her up that easily. She had two choices; believe in the one who had helped her to this moment, or allow her fight for survival to win.

The former eclipsed, and the fox darted from beneath the seat, scrambling out of the passenger side window. In an attempt to trip up the woman before she could be followed in the direction she thought she was headed in, the fox slipped beneath the vehicle, teeth sinking into her ankle. It tasted bad; like dirt and bug spray. Then again, she never found human fun to bite, anyway. It felt primitive, in a way.

The woman shouted, swatting down at her, and the fox sent a orb of fox fire towards the opposite ankle, hopeful it’d deter her from being followed.

She didn’t spare a glance backwards as she dashed back into the brush, avoiding the traps that had been clearly set for those like her.

—

Kaden was just about to slam the gas pedal and get them the fuck out of there when he saw a flash of fur fling itself from the window. “Putain!” he shouted as he scrambled, trying to figure out what to do. Park. Put truck in park. That was step one. He threw the gear and tried to throw himself out of the car just as fast but he wasn’t quick enough. He heard the scream of pain from the ranger and turned just in time to see the fox dart into the distance.

Fuck. Fuck. They were going to get themselves killed. He’d tried so damn hard to help and he couldn’t even–

His thoughts were cut short when he noticed the other hunter limping away, ready to take off after the fox. “Oh no you don’t,” he mumbled to himself. Kaden charged towards her and slammed his body into hers, pinning her to the ground.

“What the hell?!” she shouted back at him, clearly confused as to why another ranger was going after her and not the shifter sprinting into the forest. She fought back, of course she did, but even with her own hunter strength, she couldn’t break free. She was no Keira, that was for sure. His sister would have managed to flip him over and knock the wind out of him with a kick to the gut for good measure by now.

Right. Focus. He wouldn’t be able to keep her there forever and she would go after the kitsune. He had to give them a fighting chance – it was the least he could do. The ranger was young, eager, upholding what she believed to be her sworn duty. It was hard to hate her or even fault her. But he couldn’t just stand up and let her go, not at this point. “Sorry about this,” he said before he swung a fist at the side of her head. Her body went limp as her consciousness drifted away. Her heartbeat was still loud and clear, though.

Kaden shoved down the guilt creeping up his throat as he dragged her body off to the side of the path. He’d call 911 for her. Anonymously. After he was a little ways away.

All he could do now was hope that was enough for the kitsune to find a way to get unstuck.

—

I know what you are.

—

“I mean it. You can shift back now. I promise, I’m not going to tell anyone or hurt you or anything. And it’s going to be easier to speak to each other, as cute as the fox form is.”

Still, nothing. Was there something he was missing?

—

“Stick?” he said out loud. Before he could get confirmation or denial, he reached down on the forest floor and grabbed a stick. “Would this help you type? This it?”

—

She nodded towards the phone, snout pushing through the air as if to mimic the way she’d pushed her nose against the screen to spell out what was needed.

—

At least this would be easier in the grand scheme of things.

Or, at least she hoped his braincells hadn’t deteriorated in that time.

—

But it didn’t mean that she wasn’t one, either.

For one second, it looked like the kid was going to back away and Kaden was ready to take off, foot slowly lifting from the break.

—

Ranger.

The woman shouted, swatting down at her, and the fox sent a orb of fox fire towards the opposite ankle, hopeful it’d deter her from being followed.

She didn’t spare a glance backwards as she dashed back into the brush, avoiding the traps that had been clearly set for those like her.

—

Fuck. Fuck. They were going to get themselves killed. He’d tried so damn hard to help and he couldn’t even–

Kaden shoved down the guilt creeping up his throat as he dragged her body off to the side of the path. He’d call 911 for her. Anonymously. After he was a little ways away.

All he could do now was hope that was enough for the kitsune to find a way to get unstuck.

#writing #wickedswriting #para #c: mona #thunderstroked #fox paw faux pas #head trauma tw

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minato-division03 · 9 months

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Miku’s Thoughts on Okinawa Division

Ace Douglas

“What the— isn’t this guy the ambassador of America? What’s someone like him doing in a foreign tournament? I heard he really hates this country… so why is he even in the lineup…? So weird…”

Miku tilted her head and focused on Ace’s overall figure. Surely enough, in her peripheral vision, she caught the faded pumpkin color and peach-colored stars that surrounded his body. She blinked quickly and focused again. This time, along with the orange-tones from before, they were now joined with yellow stars, though so pale in color that they resembled the segments inside a plump lemon. But more importantly, dark garnet-red stars joined the bunch. Small in shape, but the sheer amount overtook the other brightly lit stars.

I wonder what kind of grief you went through to have this kind of color combination around you now… This pain that you have… just what happened…?

Evelyn Rose

"Oh… So I’ve toured through the U.S. several times, and whenever I’d visit California, Evelyn-san would get backstage passes and meet with me. And she’d drag that boyfriend of hers along… Her energy’s a bit much, but her enthusiasm really… it meant a lot despite what was going on around me.” Miku shook her head and smiled. “Imagine my shock when she made it big on the big screen. I really enjoy foreign films and the fashion scene, you see. I hope the entertainment industry isn’t as harsh to you as it was to me…”

Huh… is that it…? Miku thought. She watched as the faint imagery sun-yellow sparkles and daisies as well as the marigold-colored bows that surrounded Evelyn’s body.

Miku blinked once. Then twice. Then she closed her eyes as she shook her head. When she opened her eyes, the same lights, sun-colored daises and marigold bows still floated around Evelyn’s body.

Just a super bright yellow… and a slightly orangey shade of yellow, are you kidding me…? There’s no way that’s all there is…

Rashaad Young

She sighed in relief when she peeked into the photograph of the dark-skinned bartender. “So I don’t really go to his bar since I’m not actually old enough to drink, but I do stop by when Reiaki and Queen Card’s there too. He’s pretty chill and he’s easy to talk to, he tends to just go along with the conversation. Reiaki’s told me he used listen to my music a ton, too… that’s flattering…”

Though barely visible in color, Miku caught the faint hues of bright ocean blue, apple green, and mint green bubbles around Rashaad’s figure. The blue and green bubbles were soothing, almost like calming the storm.

Miku almost flipped the photograph over when she caught sight of something that definitely wasn’t there before.

Within each of the tinted bubbles were rushing waters of the ocean, the waves splashing roughly against the restraints of the bubbles. Almost the color of dark sapphire in contrast to the pale and bright colors.

Miku blinked. What on earth… there’s hidden darkness and anxiety somewhere in him? And it’s strong even though he presents himself so laid back… Dammit…

Liberty Guild

“Thankfully, this entire team seems… more or less friendly and easy to get along with. I have no idea what an American team is doing in the DRB, but oh well. What can you do? I still got a job to do, and I intend to see it through…”

“I did love performing in Okinawa during promotion seasons when I was active. Okinawa fans always welcomed me enthusiastically, and of course, the beaches of Okinawa are beautiful. I’m really glad that being with Queen Card and Reiaki allows me to still visit Okinawa only on university breaks, though….” Miku sighed. “Entertaining people like them always pushed me to do my best with my career… And I know these three liked me during my idol activities… I’m sorry I couldn’t keep it up and had to let you all down…”

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic arb #hypmic arb #okinawa division #liberty guild #ace douglas #evelyn rose #rashaad young #minato division #r.i.p märchen #miku shirazuki

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“Oh my god, a mosco!!” - “I’m a FAIRY!!”

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Slammed on the wall was a humanoid creature with its head having what looked like red flower petals but still not? The creature’s body was half really dark brown, and orange while it wore a ragged and torn cloak over its shoulders and dusty red and orange striped pants with no shoes. Around it were a few girls looking at it in confusion and slight disgust.

“...Did I kill it?” A young, slightly Asian looking girl with a large magenta bow on her head looked at the creature on the wall while a sandal was on the floor near the wall where the creature went splat and she coincidentially was missing one of her sandals. SLAP!

The girls turned and stared at a bigger girl with black skin, curly hair and green attire who just slapped the thing to the wall again. “Yeah, I think it be dead dead now!” The girl said as she pulled her hand away from the dead creature. Or so they thought, the creature started groaning in pain and annoyance, making the girls panic. “KILL IT WITH FIRE-!!”

–

‘Wait wait wait wait, we can’t start like this! Let me show you the context of this chaos!’

–--->

Earlier that day, five girls were all washing a car in the driveway, one of them just splashing others with the hose instead of actually helping clean the car. That one was Diane, a chaotic half Portuguese girl who did little to no actual work.

“Quit it Diane!” A tall, black skinned and curly haired girl with red attire named Adira yelled at Diane and huffed when Diane just giggled mischievously.

Her laughter stopped when the girl with the bow, aka Goldie, threw some water from a bucket at Diane, immediately running away cackling when Diane started chasing her.

“Sooooo, why are you cleaning your mom’s car again?” The girl with green attire asked, her name being Alanis. “It was either this or get my stuff taken away.” A girl with light pink, blue and lavender hair said as she washed the car with a soapy wet cloth, her name being Gin.

“Aight, that’s fair.” Alanis said. “Hey, did you hear about the forest fire from a few weeks ago?”

“Oh, that? Yeah, I heard. Same day of the eclipse apparently. Crazy coincidence huh?” Gin said as Alanis nodded.

“So weird! It came out of nowhere! I haven’t heard any news of anyone getting hurt though so I guess that’s good.” Alanis said.

The girls were enjoying the day just washing the car and splashing each other with water that they did not notice the rather short creature flying around the place. Adira had Diane in a headlock while Gin and Alanis laughed at the situation as GoIdie squeezed water out of her hair. The creature had been successfully kept itself hidden due to the girls paying more attention to each other than their environment but did the mistake of flying too close to Goldie, who freaked out when she felt a presence nearby and almost on instinct took off one of her sandals and threw it at the creature, the pressure of the sandal make it go splat on the wall! Goldie watched with wide eyes before calling out to the others. “GUYS!”

<----–

And that’s how we got here!

“Dude… what the fuckknuckles is THAT?!” Diane exclaimed as she and the other girls looked down at the creature that had fallen to the ground after getting slapped AGAIN.

“A mosquito?” Alanis suggested.

“Too big for a mosquito.” Adira said.

“Cucaracho!” Gin exclaimed as the creature groaned. “Should we call someone?”

“Yes but not our parents.” Goldie said.

“That much is obvious. Gen?” Gin asked as the others nodded. “Gen it is then!”

Taking out her phone, the cotton candy looking girl looked through her contacts and called the one that was named ‘Raccoon’, waiting for the person to answer. The phone rang around 4 times before the person picked up.

“What did you guys do this time?” A tired and exasperated voice asked through the phone.

“Hey, what makes you think we did anything?” Gin asked.

“You never call unless you wanna ramble or you fucked up somehow. You said you were cleaning your mom’s car, what’s there to ramble about THAT?” The girl on the phone asked.

“…Okay, we have a bit of a situation.” Gin admitted.

“Thought so. I’m coming over.” The girl sighed before hanging up.

“Sooooo…” Diane said as she poked the creature with a stick. “What do we do with this?”

“Okay, what am I looking at?” A girl that appears to be the oldest of the bunch asked, looking at the creature that was now wrapped in a towel on a bed.

The creature’s face was half really dark brown, and the other half was orange, its cheeks seemingly having what would be considered blush that could only be found on dolls. The girls were all in Gin’s room, Gen looking at the creature while the others looked at Gen.

“¿Mosquito?” Alanis said.

“It’s too big to be a mosquito.” Gen, the oldest, deadpanned.

“¡Mosco!” Diane exclaimed.

“It doesn't even resemble a mosquito! Why are you calling it a mosquito?!” Gen said as the girls just shrugged, making her groan in annoyance. “Okay, it is definitely NOT a mosquito or any kind of bug. It’s not anything like I’ve ever seen before.”

“It’s lucky Ally didn’t accidentally squash it.” Adira said as Alanis giggled nervously.

“Maybe it’s a fairy?” Goldie suggested.

Silence…

“Nah.”

“Can’t be.”

“Impossible.” “I don’t think so.”

The girls were slapped behind their heads by Genesis when they said that.

“It is clearly a fairy! Jeez, y’all dumb or what?” Gen said. “Also, why is that so hard to believe huh? Have you forgotten the amount of times you all have gotten us in trouble because you messed with some magical thing when I specifically tell you NOT to mess with?”

“Oh yeah… In my defense, I forget.” Diane said.

“Of course you do.” Gen said as she turned to the fairy. “You think it’ll wake up soon?”

“I don’t know dude, Alanis slapped it a lot.” Gin said.

Gen sighed as she sat down on the bed beside the creature. She rubbed her temples as she felt a headache come in. It hasn’t even been a week since the last magic trouble the girls have gotten into and now they have a fairy in their hands. Just peachy!

“You think it’ll be mad?” Gin asked as she poked the towel burrito fairy.

“I mean, I’d be mad if I was slapped to a wall.” Adira said.

“Heheheh, I’m in trouble.” Alanis chuckled.

“Yeah you are.” Goldie said.

“Ughh…”

The girls all snapped their heads at the sound, looking at the towel burrito fairy… who was waking up. Its eyelids slowly fluttered open, revealing mismatched eyes with the irises being orange while the right sclera was a yellow color, almost white while the left one was pitch black. Most of the group backed away a bit but Gen stayed put, she didn’t have the energy to back away from a potential threat nor did she really care.

“Ooooh, we fucked!” Diane said as the girls agreed.

“Smol!” Goldie exclaimed in awe.

“Abby would so cry at its clothes.” Alanis mumbled.

“Agreed.” Adira said.

The fairy appeared a bit groggy when it woke up but snapped open its eyes the moment it took in its surroundings and saw the girls, HUMAN girls, standing there, staring at it.

“Hi!” Gin said to the fairy, a wide smile on her face.

The moment realization set in, the fairy’s expression turned to one of pure hatred as it tried to get out of its fluffy prison. The girls watched the creature struggle a bit and couldn't help but giggle.

“Okay, this is kinda funny to watch.” Adira said as the others chuckled.

They didn’t laugh for long, however, when the towel caught fire and turned into ashes.

Silence came over the room…

And then…

“¡Cabrón!” Gin was the one to break the silence with her scream, grabbing the fairy from the bed as she looked at the pile of ashes on it. “Now it’s gonna smell like smoke…! Dang it…”

“Unhand me this instant!” The fairy yelled in indignation.

“And the towel, the fucking towel! I am so lucky I used an old one, if I used one of the new ones, my mom would have killed me!” Gin said, not hearing out the fairy.

“Honestly, same.” Adira said as Alanis nodded.

“Me too! Ashes on the bed? Oh, that’s a death sentence!” Diane added her two cents.

“Ow!” Gin exclaimed as she dropped the fairy and looked at the palm of her hands in confusion. “Did you just burn me??”

The fairy did not answer at first, it simply flew in the air, glaring at the group of girls who either looked shocked, confused or just… bored.

“Why am I here?!” The fairy demanded to know.

“Uhh, Goldie kind of made you go splat on a wall cause she thought you were a bug so we brought you here to make sure Ally didn’t accidentally kill you when she slapped you two other times.” Diane said as she looked at Goldie and Ally.

“Sorry, I panicked…” Goldie said, a bit embarrassed.

“It’s instinct! If it twitches, ya gotta hit it to make sure it stays dead!” Ally said as the rest looked at her, unimpressed.

“Anyway, who are you?” Gen asked, turning to the fairy with a raised brow.

“Why should I speak to you maggots?” The fairy seethed at the humans.

“I don’t know. I’m kinda bored.” Gen said.

“So this is how it’s like being burned… Cool!” Gin said with a wide, very unsettling smile on her face.

The fairy looked unnerved and confused at the cotton candy color haired girl’s reaction at being injured. Seriously, what the hell?

“You gonna answer my question or question why cotton chick is a masochist?” Gen asked. “I advise you don’t do the latter, you’ll end up scarred for life.”

“Why would you humans want to know who I am?” The fairy said as he narrowed his eyes at the girl.

“Curious,” Gen said with a shrug.

“…Just that? Curious?” The fairy repeated, scoffing in disbelief. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah, I am.” Gen said tiredly. “You know, you’re kinda rude.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I supposed to care about how I treat your kind?” The fairy said in a mocking tone, grinning like a little shit, which annoyed Gen.

“I don’t know what your deal is but can you please not act like a total douche?” Gen said as she scowled slightly at the fairy.

“I could… but I only do so for people who truly deserve respect.” The fairy stated. “What, you think I should respect you lowlives? How pathetic can you be to expect such a thing from me?”

Now that made Genesis snap.

“Okay, ya wanna be a bitch now? Fine! You listen up! I was called to make sure these gals didn’t get themselves killed cause they swatted an oversized cockroach who might as well have dropped dead. I was worried that they killed an innocent creature but it seems I was wrong.” Gen scowled at the fairy, who glared back. “Who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty? You think you’re better than us huh? I don’t know who you are and frankly I could care less but I swear to whichever god exists above, I WILL make sure you pray to them if you are to insult or burn one of them again.”

The human girl and the fairy stayed silent as they kept glaring at each other for a very long while, neither breaking eye contact. Meanwhile, the rest of the girls were watching all this unfold with bated breaths.

“Okay, getting bored, Gin, I am raiding your fridge!” Diane said as she skipped out of the room to the kitchen.

“Yeah yeah, whatever!” Gin said as she looked at her burnt hands.

“Okay, let’s get that patched up.” Adira sighed as she dragged Gin away to heal her burns.

“Did we ever finish washing Gin’s mom’s car?” Goldie asked.

“Ugh, I’ll finish washing it.” Gen groaned as she grabbed the fairy. “And you are coming with. I ain’t letting you out of my sight.”

The fairy yelled at Gen and thrashed around, demanding she put them down. It even tried burning her but it just… didn’t work?

“Mom friend immunity!” Diane yelled, answering the non asked question of the fairy’s.

This was going to be annoying.

…

Hosing off the leftover soap suds from the car, Genesis was in a rather bad mood now. One because she was interrupted from doing a project, two because she had to deal with a jerk ass fire fairy who kept trying to burn her and three, she had to finish washing the car cause she doubted the other girls would do so.

“You certainly look like a ray of sunshine.” The fairy said sarcastically while in Gen’s grip.

“Shut up. I have a headache and your stupid comments are NOT helping.” Gen mumbled as she rubbed her temples.

She was feeling very drained, even speaking was too much work…

“I am aware.” The fairy said with a grin, which annoyed Gen even more.

“Okay, I am sorry my friends swatted you but can you not act like a total jerk? It’s getting old.” Gen said as she looked at the fairy she was holding.

“Like that will stop me.” The fairy scoffed.

Gen rolled her eyes, figuring she would get nowhere with this stubborn as Hell fairy.

…

“...Why does my fire not hurt you?” The fairy asked Genesis, which caught her a bit off guard.

“What?” Gen asked as she turned to the fairy.

“I said, why does my fire not hurt you? I have been trying to hurt you but it’s not like you even feel it!” The fairy said, grumbling under its breath. “It’s frustrating…”

“I… don’t know.” The girl mumbled.

“So you’re a freak of nature huh?” The fairy said, trying to get under her skin.

“Yep.” Gen said just that.

“Seriously? That’s it?” The fairy said, frowning at the girl’s one word answer.

Gen just nodded her head.

“Oh, so now you’re not going to talk? What, did I hurt your feelings?” The fairy mocked.

Gen only shook her head.

“Then why aren’t you speaking?!” The fairy screamed at the girl in frustration.

Gen just shrugged her shoulders. She felt tired so as soon as she finished cleaning off the car, she went inside Gin’s house, where she saw the girls chilling inside with Gin having some bandages on her hands. Gen grumbled under her breath, getting the attention of Adira and Alanis. “Hey, you okay?” Adira asked as Gen shook her head. “You tired?” Gen nodded as she handed the fairy to Adira before going over to the couch and laying on it, quickly falling asleep.

“What’s wrong with her?” The fairy asked, kind of confused.

“She’s just drained, is all. College applications are taking a toll on her so it makes her more exhausted than usual.” Adira answered as she put the fairy down on the table. “Let me guess, she only shook or nodded her head to any questions you had.” “Yes.” The fairy said.

“Yeah, that’s how you know she’s super drained! Like, drained enough so that even speaking is too much work!” Alanis added herself into the conversation.

“Other times she just doesn’t feel like speaking and communicating through texts and stuff.” Adira said.

“Texts?” The fairy repeated.

“Yeah, you know, text messages.” Adira said, waving her phone around a bit.

“What is that??” The fairy asked, confused.

“A… phone? Have you ever seen one?” Adira asked.

“I have but I do not know the purpose of such tools.” The fairy said as it flew around the house, checking some of the stuff around the place.

The fairy looked around, staring at the walls and the rooms of the house. It entered Gin’s room, taking proper notice of its surroundings now. It was a pastel red color with a dresser and a large, circular mirror, white shelves on the walls that held some pretty old cartoon mouse plushies, some posters of different fandoms (not like the fairy would recognize any of them), a cream colored dress that had a closed laptop and a drawing tablet along with some traditional art tools. Near the window was a bookshelf with a collection of books, some going as far as being horror to comic books while also having some figurines placed between some parts of it and some movie DVDs too. The closet was filled with different outfits, some being different variations of red and most being pants, some even being suits. Hanging there was a pink, fluffy robe with snowflake and dogs with Christmas hats and scarves patterns. On the door were hanging different types of purses, like, a lot!

“This is… some room.” The fairy mumbled.

“Pretty neat huh?” Gin said out of nowhere while eating fried chicken, startling the fairy.

“Where did you-” The fairy said before getting cut off.

“Don’t worry about it! Anyway, you don’t know what a phone is so I suspect you don’t know what a laptop is either.” Gin said as she ate her chicken.

“That would be correct…” The fairy muttered as he looked at Gin’s food. “What are you eating?” “Fried chicken! The best there is!” Gin said, noticing the way the fairy looked at the food. “Want some?” “Me? Want your human food? Hah! Don’t make me laugh!” The fairy laughed but was cut off when his stomach grumbled.

“Ya sound pretty hungry to me.” Gin said as the fairy growled at her. “Listen, I don’t know why you dislike humans so much and I know it ain’t my place to ask about it but can you please at least just not antagonize us? You can ignore us, you can act like we don’t exist, that’s fine. But don’t treat us with such disrespect when we don't do anything.” “Your friend swatted me into a wall.” The fairy said with a deadpan at the memory, which made Gin grimace.

“Ooookay, that one is on us.” Gin said as she rubbed the back of her neck.

Silence took hold…

…

“You’re an odd one. Smiling after being burned.” The fairy said. “Why would you smile? Doesn't it hurt?” “I mean, yeah, of course it hurts. But I guess cause I don’t get hurt often, it sometimes spikes my adrenaline, like how it did when I first dyed my hair!” Gin said with a grin as she ran her fingers through her multi-colored hair. “You ain’t wrong, I am kinda odd but it beats being boring! As for the pain, why worry...? Something like a burn will heal eventually with time no?"

Gin laughed softly as she left a plate of chicken on the desk of her room as she walked to her door.

“I will admit, my friends and I are not the most efficient of the overall human population. We are not fully sane I would say but I think we are alright. At least we are decent enough to not be jerks to customer service!” Gin stated proudly. The fairy did not understand that last bit.

“You can stay if you want, as long as you don’t cause problems. Name is Gin, by the way. Gin Rose.” Gin said. “Doubt you’ll actually use my name but hey, it’s best to know anyway right?” With that, she left the room. The fairy looked at the open door for a little while before flying over to the desk with the plate of food.

“What a strange girl.” The fairy stated as he looked at the food.

And then Eclipse took a bite…

----- So a few months ago I wrote a mini fic called When Autumn Starts about my OC Daniel meeting and interacting with Fairy Eclipse so I decided to make a longer fic where not 1 but 6 of my OCs interact with him! It was fun making this!

Hope you enjoyed this lil fic! DCA Fairy AU and Fairy Eclipse belong to @ayyy-imma-ninja (I hope I got his personality alright, I know it's not 100% accurate but I did my best!) Goldie, Gen, Gin, Adira, Alanis and Diane belong to me!

#oc #au #dca fairy au #fairy au #my au #my fic #black sun fairy #fairy eclipse #fanfic #fnaf au #fnaf eclipse #fnaf #my fic writing #ayyy imma ninja

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