#but really any team who catastrophizes would work here

[nottodayjustin]

January 4th 2024 best hockey tweet of the day

#hockey twitter #nhl #nhl hockey #hockey #nhl bruins #boston bruins #i’m tagging the bruins #but really any team who catastrophizes would work here #like the leafs #or the rangers #or the oilers even though they had a good reason this year #toronto maple leafs #new york rangers #stanley cup

[asterlark]

me and den @unloneliest were just talking about murderbot and ART's relationship and i want to discuss how they quite literally complete each other's sensory and emotional experience of the world!!

there's a few great posts on here such as this one about how murderbot uses drones to fully and properly experience the world around it (it also accesses security cameras/other systems for this same purpose). but i haven't seen anyone so far talk about how once MB stops working for the company and consequently doesn't have a hubsystem/secsystem to connect to anymore (which for its entire existence up to that point had been how it was used to interacting with its environment/doing its job), after it meets ART, ART starts to fill that gap.

ART gives MB access to more cameras, systems, and information archives than it would normally be able to connect with while MB is on its own outside of ART's... body(? lol), but also directly gives MB access to its own cameras, drones, archives, facilities, and processing space. additionally, so much of ART's function is dedicated to analysis, lateral thinking, and logical reasoning, and it not only uses those skills in service of reaching murderbot's goals, it teaches murderbot how to use those same skills. (ART might be a bit of an asshole about how it does this, but that doesn't negate just how much it does for murderbot for no reason other than it's bored/interested in MB as an individual.)

we all love goofing about how artificial condition can basically be boiled down to "two robots in a trench coat trying to get through a job interview" (which is entirely accurate tbh) but that's also such a great example of ART fulfilling the role of both murderbot's "hubsystem" and "secsystem", allowing it to fully experience its environment/ succeed in its goals. ART provides MB with crucial information, context, and constructive criticism, and uses its significant processing power to act as MB's backup and support system while they work together.

from ART's side of things, we get a very explicit explanation of how it needs the context of murderbot's emotional reactions to media in order to fully understand and experience the media as intended. it tried to watch media with its humans, and it didn't completely understand just by studying their reactions. but when it's in a feed connection with murderbot, who isn't human but has human neural tissue, ART is finally able to thoroughly process the emotional aspects of media (side note, once it actually understands the emotional stakes in a way that makes sense for it, it's so frightened by the possibility of the fictional ship/crew in worldhoppers being catastrophically injured or killed that it makes murderbot pause for a significant amount of time before it feels prepared to go on. like!! ART really fucking loves its crew, that is all).

looking at things further from ART's perspective: its relationship with murderbot is ostensibly the very first relationship it's been able to establish with not only someone outside of its crew, but also with any construct at all. while ART loves its crew very much (see previous point re: being so so scared for the fate of the fictional crew of worldhoppers), it never had a choice in forming relationships with them. it was quite literally programmed to build those relationships with its crew and students. ART loves its function, its job, and nearly all of the humans that spend time inside of it, but its relationship with murderbot is the first time it's able to choose to make a new friend. that new friend is also someone who, due to its partial machine intelligence, is able to understand and know ART on a whole other level of intimacy that humans simply aren't capable of. (that part goes for murderbot, too, obviously; ART is its first actual friend outside of the presaux team, and its first bot friend ever.)

and because murderbot is murderbot, and not a "nice/polite to ART most of the time" human, this is also one of the first times that ART gets real feedback from a friend about the ways that its actions impact others. after the whole situation in network effect, when the truth of the kidnapping comes to light and murderbot hides in the bathroom refusing to talk to ART (and admittedly ART doesn't handle this well lol) - ART is forced to confront that despite it making the only call it felt able to make in that horrifying situation, despite it thinking that that was the right call, its actions hurt murderbot, and several other humans were caught in the crossfire. what's most scary to ART in that moment is the idea that murderbot might never forgive it, might never want to talk to it again. it's already so attached to this friendship, so concerned with murderbot's wellbeing, that the thought of that friendship being over because of its own behavior is terrifying. (to me, this almost mirrors murderbot's complete emotional collapse when it thinks that ART has been killed. the other more overt mirror is ART fully intending on bombing the colony to get murderbot back.)

in den's words, they both increase the other's capacity to feel: ART by acting as a part of murderbot's sensory system, and murderbot by acting as a means by which ART can access emotion. they love one another so much they would do pretty much anything to keep each other safe/avenge each other, but what's more, they unequivocally make each other more whole.

#the murderbot diaries #murderbot #asshole research transport #network effect #mine #idk what else to tag lol #BIG thanks to den unloneliest for helping so much with the drafting/editing of this!!! #we both were having some brain fog issues yesterday so we joked that with our combined forces we can make one (1) post lol #just like mb and ART fr!!!! #anyway im so fucking emotional over themmmmm #murderbot meta #the murderbot diaries meta

[littlespoonevan]

I watched the first three seasons of 911 back when that was all that had aired and just didn’t keep watching after the break between seasons for whatever reason. I also didn’t really get buddie, I just thought it was a beautiful friendship. I’m now on a rewatch and just got to the end of season 4 and boy am I all in, Buck’s reaction to Eddie getting shot and the aftermath really made me get it. Anyway, I was wondering if you have any fic recs for a buddie newbie? I’m probably gonna speed through the rest of the show in a few days and need something else to occupy me hahah

hey bud, welcome back to the world of 911!! 🥰 okay so i have some previous fic recs that i've posted here and i also have 489 bookmarks on ao3 which you can have a scroll through here (i only ever bookmark something for rereading or reccing purposes so can confirm i've read and loved them all)

but i'll do my best to make a somewhat cohesive list below of some of my personal faves. i have no doubt i'll probably leave some out accidentally but they'll definitely be in my bookmarks so 100% check those out too!! ❤️

The Nearness of You by allisonRW96 / @homerforsure

Eddie reassured himself that he could do this. Other teams coming in were probably going to be staying at the same hotel in the same double rooms and it was very possible that none of them were going to be having sex. Or even lying awake at night thinking about it. Or: Buck and Eddie go on a work trip.

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by HMSLusitania / @hmslusitania

“We’re here for our grandson,” Helena says. “Chris is still sleeping,” Buck says. “I meant, we’re here to take him back to Texas,” Helena clarifies. “Yeah,” Buck says. He’s too tired, way too tired to be tactful. “Over my dead body.” -- An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels /@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

After the shooting, Eddie realizes he needs to put some things in place. Like who will get his assets if he dies. Who will speak for him if he ends up in a coma. What might happen if his family contests Buck's guardianship. Luckily, he's got a simple easy-peasy solution that won't result in insanity, catastrophe, or heartbreak: Marry Buck.

standing on the brink of emptiness by woodchoc_magnum / @woodchoc-magnum

In which Eddie is struggling in the aftermath of being shot, learning how to take care of himself and realising he's in love with Buck; and Buck is dating Taylor, taking care of Eddie and Christopher and trying to figure out why he's so goddamn confused about everything.

across our great divide (a glorious sunrise) by catchingpapermoons 

“We’re working on it,” Maddie explains, shooting Chimney a look. He nods seriously. “In couples therapy.” “Huh,” Eddie says, and then he thinks about it. "Do you think Buck and I would benefit from couples therapy?" — or, Eddie gets Buck to come to couples therapy with him.

darling, the future's better than yesterday by rarakiplin (gmontys)

Eddie, ten years younger, in this awful 2010, blinks up at him. He's still sitting slumped on the curb, and for a second Buck thinks he might tell him to fuck off, but then his eyes fall shut and there’s something — aching and painfully vulnerable in the bend of his mouth, the faint tension in his brow. “My…um, girlfriend, I guess. She’s pregnant.” “Holy shit,” Buck says. - or, buck deals with some wonky dimensional/time travel and then breaks up with his girlfriend. eddie, obviously, is involved.

i'm here (i’m yours for the taking) by farfromthstars / @buckactuallys

“Everyone!” Around forty heads turn, and Buck shifts on his feet uncomfortably at the attention. “This is my old friend Buck and his husband, Eddie.” “Uh,” Buck makes, turning to Eddie with wide eyes. Eddie's looking just as stunned. “Connor, I think you got–” He cuts himself off when Eddie wraps an arm around his waist. ~ at the winter wedding of an old friend, buck and eddie pretend to be married to each other. the plan has no weaknesses, obviously, not even mistletoe or anyone’s secret feelings… they call it the season of giving i'm here, i'm yours for the taking

Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

In 1880, Evan Buckley of the arriviste set is sent out west to oversee his family's railroad and recover from a broken heart - and meets Eddie Diaz, cowboy. When fate tears them apart, they make a promise: find each other again. In 2018, Buck walks into his fire station in Los Angeles - and meets Eddie Diaz, new recruit.

no kingdom to come by waywardrenegades

Family, FaceTime, guilt trips, phone calls, church, heart healthy meals, and learning how to let yourself be happy. Whatever that looks like. or; when his father experiences a health scare, Eddie flies to El Paso.

when i was shipwrecked (i thought of you) by catchingpapermoons 

Buck walks toward Jee-Yun’s room, still talking, and Christopher trails after him, asking excited questions in response, and Eddie’s smile grows. He wants this forever. Everything, every part of it; Buck, Christopher, and him—that’s all he needs. And— Oh. Oh no. He shuts his eyes for a moment, inhaling sharply. He’s looking at Buck, and feeling something strictly not platonic at all. or: Eddie needs to learn how to let himself feel, and one step at a time, he learns how to do just that. (And he falls in love with Buck along the way.)

i don't swim and you're not in love by hattalove / @hattalove

She turns to Eddie and says something else, but Buck is busy fighting the headrush he gets at the sound of Ana Flores calling Eddie and Christopher 'the boys'. Like they belong to her already. God, what’s wrong with him? What is this? or, eddie cooks, chris domesticates a slug, and buck tries to figure out why he hates his best friend's girlfriend. to everyone's immense shock and surprise, it goes badly.

everything's coming up milhouse by hammersmiths / @bucktommys

LAFD Updates (@L*A*F*D_Metro) LAFD Alert: Red-level traffic on Gardiner Road this morning. If you are trying to get into the city centre consider taking Westerley Lane. buck 🔥🔥 (@firebuck) so true bestie or, Eddie mans the LAFD Twitter account. Buck tries to be supportive.

said i couldn't stay, but it's different now by hattalove

“I think,” he says, watching Karen pull Hen out onto the dance floor, their eyes never leaving each other’s, “I think I’m just—sad.” Maybe. That feels like a close enough word to describe this gaping maw right in the center of his chest. It’s only really there sometimes, taking little bites out of him, easy enough to ignore, but today is worse. “About being single at a wedding,” Eddie says, not a question. Buck shrugs. “Sounds stupid when you put it that way.” or, the one with the four weddings (feat. a drunk karen wilson, shania twain, a single cheerio, and some confessions over cubed fruit).

cause i'm tired of sleeping alone by rarakiplin (gmontys)

Buck goes on dates now. Not often, and never with the same girl twice in a row, but he goes on dates. And the thing is — the thing is, Eddie can’t be mad about that, because he goes on dates too. - or, five (ish) times eddie and buck go on dates with other people, and one time they go on a date with each other

so far from being free by allisonRW96

"That’s Daniel. He was our brother. Buck doesn’t know what to do with the past tense. He never had a brother. He’s always had a brother. He gained one and lost one in the same breath and it feels impossible. But even if Buck was capable of doubting Maddie, the truth of her confession is evident in the way it throws every facet of his childhood into sudden perfect clarity. That yawning, arctic absence. The unnamable fear. The impenetrable target of his parents’ approval that he was never, ever going to be able to hit. That they didn’t want him to hit. He has a brother. A dead brother who has haunted Buck’s steps for his entire life."

don't let the tide come and wash us away by writerforlife

Buck develops a relationship with the ocean, avoids talking about the day Eddie was shot, realizes he might be in love, and drives. Order may vary. (a fic for the "Buck is going to break all the way down in season 6" truthers)

dance, for all that we've been through by catchingpapermoons 

The Los Angeles Ballet’s 2022-2023 season ends with a bang with their fresh take on a ballet staple, Swan Lake. Artistic Director Bobby Nash is in his eighth season with the Los Angeles Ballet, and it has flourished under his direction. However, his associate, Eddie Diaz, is the one whose reimagining of the choreography has caught our attention... (or, Eddie Diaz moves to L.A. to restart his dance career, and ends up choreographing a show, finding a family, and falling in love. Not necessarily in that order.)

I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

When Eddie joins the 118, he and Buck don't exactly hit it off on the right foot. Or continue to walk on the right foot. In fact they kind of can't stand each other. Good thing they each have a beloved anonymous pen pal to share their daily woes with, someone completely unlike their insufferable coworker. Or, in which Buck and Eddie love each other before they know each other, and know each other before they love each other. When Eddie joins the 118, he and Buck don't exactly hit it off on the right foot. Or continue to walk on the right foot. In fact they kind of can't stand each other. Good thing they each have a beloved anonymous pen pal to share their daily woes with, someone completely unlike their insufferable coworker. Or, in which Buck and Eddie love each other before they know each other, and know each other before they love each other.

never felt this way before (yes i swear) by withoutthetiger

It’s the summer of 2022, when Buck no longer wants to be called Evan, and it only occurs to his parents to mind. It’s after the pandemic – or so they say – and before whatever hell will befall the world next, when Buck can’t wait to join the LAFD in September, and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever meet someone as gently strong and fiercely protective as his big sister. It’s the summer he goes with his family to the One Eighteen Ranch & Lodge. *** A Dirty Dancing AU, set in Texas in 2022, featuring a whole lot of familiar faces in a not so familiar place.

Fragile lines (and wasted time) by Mellaithwen / @mellaithwen

“Hey Buck,” Christopher says a little shyly, before reaching out to grab Buck’s foot through the hospital blankets—shaking it in the same way he’s woken his father up on many a bleary-eyed morning. The familiarity of the gesture makes Eddie’s head spin. But of course, there’s no response from the comatose man on the bed. “I thought you said he was sleeping,” Chris mumbles, angrily swiping at his cheeks, and Eddie’s already broken heart shatters all over again for whatever hope his son had just lost when his expectations were so cruelly dashed. . While Buck sleeps, and dreams in the aftermath of the lightning strike, Eddie tries desperately to hold himself together.

Don't Take the Money by HMSLusitania

“You know, being stuck here isn’t actually the end of the world,” Chimney says, coming up to the table and picking up one of the smoke detectors. “It just feels like it, Buck. Trust me, I know.” “I’m pretty sure it might actually be the end of the world,” Buck says. “Considering this is the sixth time I’ve lived this day.” Chimney stares at him for a beat and then his eyebrows lift. “Wait, are you like – dude, are you in Groundhog Day?” OR The post-lawsuit time-loop AU literally no one asked for.

keep your eyes on the road by iriswests / @fcntasmas

Buck used to speed through yellow lights; now they’re his favorite part of the drive. -- or; a glimpse into buck and eddie’s developing relationship, told through ten moments stopped at a traffic light

Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston

The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind. +++ [Eddie is the newest firefighter at the 118. Buck is the ghost haunting the 118. Unfortunately for both of them, Eddie's also a witch and needs to put Buck's spirit to rest, because that's what witches do. Turns out, Buck's spirit? Super not interested in being put to rest. Very interested, however, in flirting with Firefighter Diaz, who is just trying to survive his candidate year. (Also turns out, Buck? Super not dead.)

as lucky as us by hammersmiths

One of the first things Ravi learned when joining the 118 was to, under no circumstances, think too hard about Buck and Eddie’s relationship. But brother, they could try make his job easier. “I mean, I get it,” Buck’s saying, overhead, and Ravi’s knee-deep in literal human crap and even he can smell that shit from a mile away. “You and Tommy have a lot in common.” or, Ravi continually suffers as a third-wheel.

#anon #asks #911 related #buddie fic rec #happy reading anon!!! #like i said this is only a tiny list in comparison to the amount i've read and loved

[aubyrei]

OMAKE MODE SIDE STORY 2 - (MACHINE) TRANSLATION

found out this got released. freaked out. hopped on my computer and started running papago and google translate at full speed. note: as mentioned before, this is machine translated + tweaks here and there to make it more readable and comprehensive. i don't speak korean so im very very sorry for any inaccuracies (please feel free to correct me). i cross-referenced multiple machine translations and made sure to stay as close to the original as possible, but again, no guarantee it's entirely accurate. this will (obviously) contain spoilers for both DRA and SDRA2. proceed with caution. with that, let's begin!

"Ootori Teruya."

He is the financial officer of the Kisaragi Corporation and a member of the 79th class of the Hopes Peak Academy. Although he didn't think highly of his own intellect, he rose to the position of 'Super High School-Level Merchant' with his innate understanding of commerce and mathematical talent. He thought that entering Hopes Peak Academy would be the start of his success, but he unexpectedly finds himself caught in trouble and experiencing a hell where life and death are at stake.

Now, it is widely known as the 'most despair-inducing event in human history.'

The 'Killing School Life' inflicted upon the 79th class as a preliminary experiment for that catastrophic event. Ootori survived that hell.

... No, he had survived.

"Ootori, you're quite pitiable..."

"Yeah, you're right. Sacrificing so much for the organization, only to end up like this."

"I actually liked Ootori..."

The time is right after the conclusion of the 'Utsuroshima Incident.' Barely managing to capture the masterminds, the Kisaragi Corporation is preparing to return to their normal routine.

As part of that, they have to bid farewell to Ootori, the high-ranking officer who sacrificed his life in this incident. It is Ootori Teruya's funeral, attended by most of the members and affiliates of the Kisaragi Corporation. However, there are voices that cannot simply accept his death.

"That rumor... Is it true after all?"

"What? That the director abandoned Ootori?"

"Hey, watch your words. Could the director really have abandoned a colleague?"

"There must have been a reason. I trust the director."

"But there are quite a few unsettling things."

"The current state of the organization is definitely strange..."

Cracks gradually appear. Detailed information about the Utsuroshima Incident has not been publicly disclosed except for high-ranking officials, but rumors spread quickly. There had been an implicit 'factionalism' within the organization even before the incident. This event only served to widen the pre-existing cracks.

The Kisaragi Corporation made tremendous efforts and sacrifices to eliminate the worst criminals and preserve peace in the world. However... the price paid was too high. They lost many significant things that cannot be replaced.

In this situation, it was not unreasonable for members of the organization to feel confused.

... It was not an exaggeration.” 2

Knock. Knock.

The sound of knocking echoed through the top-floor corridor of the Kisaragi Institution. The door had the words "Director's Office" written on it in large letters.

"...Come in."

"Mekaru, what's the matter? Why have you come at this hour?"

"...Is it something urgent right after the funeral?"

"You know how it is. There's no time to rest."

The man processing the towering pile of documents on the unremarkable chair and desk in the Director's Office was Kisaragi Institution's director, Kinjo Tsurugi, a member of the 79th class of the Hope's Peak Academy and a former high school police officer.

Just a few days ago, he had risked his life to cut off the source of evil in Utsuroshima, but he was still working on paperwork late into the night, without taking a break.

A woman walked up to Kinjo without hesitation. She was the head of the Kisaragi Institution's information team and a former high school teacher, Mekaru Rei. She was also a former classmate of Kinjo's in the 79th class and had crossed the Sura Bridge (No idea what this means) with him.

"Although Sannoji Mikado was undoubtedly a great evil, the world is still filled with small and large evils."

Kinjo continued to work on the documents, ignoring Mekaru's presence in the office.

"We can't stop, even for the sake of the deceased, like Ootori Teruya."

"Wow, you even mentioned Otori's name. I don't think I could’ve even shown my face in public if I were you."

"..."

Kinjo's pen paused for a moment as he was signing documents.

"I know that Sannoji Mikado was an opponent we couldn't have caught without going that far."

Mekaru continued, looking straight at Kinjo's face.

"As the head of the Kisaragi Institution's information department, Mekaru Rei understands that better than anyone else."

"But...as a member of the Hope's Peak Academy's 79th class, I can't accept that."

"As a member of the Hope's Peak Academy's 79th class, Kinjo Tsurugi shouldn't have done that."

"Mekaru, have you been drinking?"

"..."

It was only then that Kinjo looked up from the documents and gazed at Mekaru's face. She looked somewhat unorganized, dressed in a less neat and tidy manner than usual. Her face was a little flushed.

"That's just for today."

Leaning against the wall of the director's office, Mekaru stared blankly at the dull white ceiling light.

"If I didn’t do this today, I might’ve actually killed you."

".............."

"What really angers me is..."

"That traitor Ootori guy who abandoned us..."

"Even in the afterlife, he won't hold any resentment towards us."

Kinjo noticed that Mekaru's voice was gradually getting louder.

"...Mekaru, you're in bad shape. Let's stop for today."

"That guy, even though we tried to protect him, he was willing to sacrifice himself."

"He wanted to make sure we wouldn't feel guilty, even if he used himself as a disposable pawn..."

"I said stop!!"

Kinjo couldn't help but shout. Immediately, he regretted it. He should have remained calm.

Having observed Kinjo closely for a long time, Mekaru had no qualms about digging into Kinjo’s weak spots.

"Fine... Kinjo Tsurugi."

"I came here today to tell you this."

"Mekaru Rei, the member of the 79th class at Hope’s Peak academy, is no more.”

"................"

Mekaru, who was stumbling around under the influence a moment ago, suddenly adopted a serious tone.

"You're the same, aren't you?"

"Kinjo Tsurugi, the member of the 79th class, disappeared a long time ago, right?"

"Yes, there are no more 79th class members."

"Mekaru Rei also died along with Teruya Otori."

"That's what I know."

"Mekaru...!"

Kinjo rose from his desk, but Mekaru didn't bat an eye.

"Well... yeah."

"Listen carefully. This is the will of Mekaru Rei, a member of the 79th class."

"'It wasn't enjoyable being together, and let's never see each other again.'"

"'Kinjo Tsurugi, you bastard.'"

Kinjo didn't mind being cursed at. He understood why Mekaru was treating him this way.

They had both prepared themselves for everything.

Mekaru knew that which is why he came before the funeral day of Ootori passed.

But...

".............."

"Go away." (i assume, this might be inaccurate - the original text said “Go in”)

"Starting from tomorrow... Please take good care of Mekaru Rei, information officer of the Kisaragi Agency."

"...Director."

Mekaru purposely made a loud noise as she closed the door to the director's office and left. Left alone, Kinjo clutched his trembling legs and struggled to sit back in his wheelchair.

"..................."

Silently, Kinjo resumed his paperwork. At a glance, he seemed extremely calm as if there had been no conversation with Mekaru.

"..........Haaa."

The solitary overtime work continued, and finally, the end of the accumulated documents began to come into sight.

Glancing at the clock, Kinjo realized that it had already passed midnight and the date had changed.

Yes, the funeral day of Ootori had come to an end.

"...................Haha."

"Hahaha."

Setting down the fountain pen on the desk, Kinzou lifted his head and looked at the ceiling.

Suddenly, he burst into a devastated laugh.

"───────!! ───!"

...He buried his head on the spot and let out a silent scream.

A side that he only shows when he's alone, a side that no one knows.

It is the appearance of Kinjo Tsurugi as a member of the 79th class at Kiboukan Academy.

"!! ─────! ────────!!"

With a loud thud, Kinjo collapsed to the floor.

While screaming with his whole body, he couldn't overcome his emotions and fell from the wheelchair.

The wheels of the wheelchair spun meaninglessly, and the neatly arranged documents danced in the air.

...Yet, this scream of silence doesn't stop.

What was the right answer?

Did he do the right thing?

Was there really no better way?

Kinjo Tsurugi cannot escape from these endless questions for the rest of his life.

No matter how much he struggles to improve, the doubts only deepen.

It's already too late to turn back, and he can only bear the painful emotions.

That's why he can't confide in anyone, and silently screaming without making even a slight sound becomes his only resistance.

And the next day, the director disappeared without anyone knowing.

Officially, he was put on temporary leave, but no one knew why or where he had gone.

Mekaru Rei took on the temporary role of acting director, but she didn't appear the same as before.

From this point on, the Kisaragi Institute was clearly tilting.

And in the near future, the Kisaragi Institute would reach a significant turning point due to an event.

It was a future that had not yet arrived, unknown to anyone.

But when that time comes, it is certain that someone will step forward and leave a record...

...It was such a grand future.

#sdra2 #fanganronpa #danganronpa another #tsurugi kinjo #rei mekaru #danganronpa another despair academy #teruya otori #i had to hop on this as soon as i saw it #actually insane over this #rei has been my fave 4 ever.... #maybe ill write some analysis on this later but there is so much to work with aahh

[romanoffsbish]

Everything Comes at a Cost

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!GoddessReader

SMUT featured in flashback blurb.

Quickie—Fingering, Marking, Cursing

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!GoddessReader

No SMUT because…

Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Y/N, Goddess of Life, is faced with a daunting choice as the lives of the people—women—she’s grown to love hangs in the balance. Will she willing pay the ultimate price, or will she let fate run its course?

Angst with sprinkled in fluff 🥺❤️

9,746 Words

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~• (Past)

An inconsolable ache had settled deep within your chest and had remained steadfast for the last week since you'd received the news, which only worked to add to your already heavy heart. Feeling the immense loss of your dearest cousin Loki, while listening to the impending doom the broken shell of a man—Thor—prophesied to the "entirety" of your team remaining on Earth.

Rhodey, and you were all that had remained at the compound most days after the Sokovia Accords aftermath, as you essentially were Switzerland in the whole debacle. That stupid disagreement nearly broke you, as you lost the majority of your found family, and had to say goodbye to the only women you'd ever loved.

Neither one of them ever truly belonging to you, but somehow your heart was theirs.

"Thor, you need to get some rest, if what you say is true then it would be best—."

"No, I must be preparing for the war that's headed our way, round up the team while I'm away Y/N!" He boasts, completely ignoring your logic in favor of some cryptic preparation.

"No, I must be preparing for the war that's headed our way, round up the team while I'm away Y/N!" He boasts, completely ignoring your logic in favor of some cryptic preparation.

You watched as he left almost nearly as fast as he'd arrived, so you instead turn to your closest adversary as of late.

"Alrighty then, looks like it's just the two of us once more." Rhodey humorlessly chuckles, and you turn to him with a guilty, scrunched up expression.

"Spoke too soon did I?" He questions as he realizes what's likely to come from your lips.

"Round up the team, you have the most pull anyways."

"I wouldn't say that..." He lightheartedly interrupts, and you playfully roll your eyes.

"While you do so I'm going to go visit an old friend of mine, one who could possibly provide me with some clarity on what's to come, and how best to stop it."  You continue, and he nods.

Then within a snap you're traveling the limited remains of the bifrost, as you seek out your mother—Freyr. Traveling through the bifrost is rather exhausting, as you're beamed through, having never truly grown accustomed to it no matter how many times you've traveled through it.

"Ahh, if it isn't my dearest daughter, to what do I owe the pleasure of your spontaneous visit? Shouldn't you be with your equally as clueless cousins on that wretched planet Earth. Tragedy really, that you willing dedicate your lives to the feeble existence that is mankind."

"Good to see you too mother, now, on to business. Asgard, as I'm sure you know, has been obliterated, and Loki's life was valiantly lost in said battle. I wish to avenge him, as well as to prevent any further catastrophe if at all possible. So, you're going to provide me with visions of the proposed future, and then I'll be on my way."

"What? No time for tea?" She jests, beckoning you to sit before her as she prepares her station for your desired rituals.

You scoff, then move to sit before your mother, freeing your mind of its stressors in an attempt to allow her in completely.

—

Natasha enters the compound with swift steps, followed closely by Steve, Sam, Wanda, and an obviously injured Vision. First thing she does is tightly hug Rhodey, but truthfully her heart, much like the Sokovian's, aches to see you.

"Where's Y/N?" The former assassin immediately asks, and Wanda's attention shifts to Rhodey as both of them look at him expectantly.

"She's not here, left a couple of hours ago actually, said she needed to visit an old friend of hers in search of answers to fix this mess."

"When will she be back?" Wanda asks, and Steve clears his throat to try to reroute the conversation back to the synthezoid.

"I'm quite certain Y/N would want our sole focus to be on the crisis at hand. She'll be more than okay, so let's figure out a plan."

—

Nimble fingers light the match, then with a wave of her hand the flame spreads across the candles surrounding the both of you.

"Like my party trick?" She teases, with an infuriating smirk upon her face.

"Mother..." You groan, and she sighs while cupping your cheeks.

"Darling, can you please act like you don't detest me for at least one moment?"

"I do not detest you mother, I'm just a bit pressed for time, I apologize if it seems as if it's something else, but please can we just get this show on the road?"

Her reply comes in the form of a gentle kiss to your forehead before her forehead takes the place of her lips, and gentle fingers tap at your temple. A sudden rush of energy courses through your head, then swiftly travels through the expanse of your body, and suddenly your thrown into a flash of prophetic imagery.

—

Vision is forced to be lying flat on a table, even though he believes it best for Wanda to just destroy the stone. The team shuts him down, then prepares for battle as Shuri confirms that she can handle the stone, but she just needs ample time. Within a moments time the image shifts to the battlefield where you see Natasha, and Okoye in trouble before Wanda saves them. Then it moves to them fighting off a rather odd looking alien who was going for Wanda specifically.

Your heart twinges with fear at the notion of either of your girls being in danger.

The scene shifts to Vision kneeled before a trembling Wanda, and every ounce of her grief is present on her face as she is forced to kill the love of her life all in the name of the greater good. It appeared to have all been for not, as they were obviously too late as the scene shifts to Thanos—the mad titan Thor described—using one of the infinity stones to undo all that was done.

The scene swiftly fades into a splattering of dust, as the faces of your friends—beloved—begin to become no more. Fading into another scene where Tony's cradling the disappearing form of the spider-"man" that you've grown to cherish as if he were your own.

Your blood runs cold as this man seems to have taken everything from you in a matter of seconds, as you see all of your friends fading away, but what shocks you most is the lack of sight of yourself.

All too suddenly your thrown through a collection of years, viewing the ways in which everyone's world crumbles, and for the seldom few it actually comes together. Natasha's dull existence breaks your heart, as you feel the weight of the world resting on her shoulders. Her grief is immense, as is Clint's as it shows you what becomes of him without his family.

A fleeting moment of hope flashes before your eyes, warming your heart once you see that Tony had pulled his head out his ass and at the sight of Natasha's following smile. Smiles fade as you watch the two best friends fight to the death for an orange stone, and you're forced to watch as the love of your life dies thinking she is destined to do so in repentance.

All you felt is nauseous when you heard the thud, and have to hear her attempt to explain this away as okay repeating in your mind. Nothing about the situation would be okay... No time is left for you to react before you are witnessing Tony meeting a similar ending.

Everyone seems to move on as best they can, but then a scene shows a very distraught, and more disturbingly alone Wanda. The grief is radiating off of her, a boom of her powers erupts, then before you could see where it leads you felt yourself forcefully being pushed from the visions.

Your mom's hands fall from your temples, and you crumble to your knees as the reality of it all begins to set in. Tears fall freely as you try and process what you just bore witness to, and the sickness in your body spreads throughout as you realize what it is you must do.

"My darling, you're not written into this sequence of events, whatever you do to interfere could be catastrophic." Your mother announces, placing a firm hand to your shoulder, and with that you're mind is settled.

"Well, I'd like to think that what I'm about to do is actually going to prove the opposite mother." You boast, quickly jumping to your feet and moving to wrap her in a tight hug.

"Oh, my sweet girl, interfering with the problems of men has rarely ever worked in our favor, and judging by the nature of your hug, I'm going to conclude this is our last..."

"Always the intuitive one mother, take care of yourself, I love you..."

"Yeah, it's a gift that is more so a burden really. So there's really nothing I can say to sway you in staying here with me where it's safe?"

"Oh mom, safe's never been a route I follow, you know that. Plus, the people I have been blessed to love, and the fate of millions sort of depends on my plan." You conclude, nodding her way with a sad smile to match her own before beaming yourself back to the compound, and then racing off towards the hangar as you hear the jet being started up.

"Friday! Tell them to wait!"

"Of course Miss Y/L/N."

Sprinting leaves you winded, but that's a small price to pay as you barely make it into the jet. The eyes on you hold a slurry of different emotions, but before you can even speak you're being tackled into a hug.

"Y/N... Oh how I've missed you..."

Wanda... The woman of your dreams, partial holder of your heart, who—sadly for you, had handed hers over to the synthezoid.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Wanda and her brother had just arrived at the compound after the battle of Sokovia had destroyed her home, and her gaze had remained on you ever since as you traipsed around the compound healing everyone.

"Hello there, may I help you?" You tease, and her cheeks tint red at being caught.

"Uh- I-I just really wanted to say thank you..."

"Oh. For what?" You feign cluelessness.

"Pietro—you saved his life, and I can't thank you enough."

"Well, you most certainly don't have to thank me sweet girl. I'm a natural healer, it's just my job."

"Still, what you did was nothing short of a miracle, and it deserves immense thanks..."

"Well, in that case, you can thank me by fixing me a nice dinner." You playfully respond, winking her way, and walking off towards your room at the compound before she could even respond.

"Wow sestra, you got it bad..." Pietro mumbles as he approaches her from behind, then she trips him with her red tendrils as he evades her head slap with his fast feet.

—

"Ello love." You greet the Sokovian in an offensively bad British accent while plopping down beside her and causing her bed to shake.

Her giggles warmed your heart, even if they were uttered to make fun of you. She quickly moved to bookmark her story before she then laid down beside you and you both adjusted until you were face to face.

"Dorogoy, that accent was just horrible." She laughs out after a straight minute of silent eye contact.

"How would you even know?" You grumble, then roll to your back, crossing your arms over your chest, and pouting.

"I watch the Great British Bake Off whenever I'm bored, and even without it I don't live under a rock Y/N/N, plus Vis has a British accent." Wanda playfully relays, nose scrunching up at the way your face contorts so intensely, and she uses her thumb to massage at your furrowed brows.

"Fair enough..." You concede in a tired mumble, sighing as the circling of her thumb works to ease your tensions.

Wanda watches as you slowly drift off to sleep in her bed, she places a lingering kiss to your forehead before picking her book back up, and using her powers to lay a blanket over your body. With every mission that's happened as of late your powers have been in high demand, and you've barely had a chance to recuperate. She'd known you were here to distract her, possibly even help her to destress since Pietro's off on a mission, but she also knew you were exhausted so this outcome truly makes her the happiest.

—

Ever since the twins arrival a year ago you'd been training with the young witch. Volunteering as such in an attempt to help her to learn how to gain control of her powers. Emotions seemed to have a major play in how her powers surge, and you were trying to find a way to help her temper that.

"Breathe sweet girl, stressing out will just get you nowhere, we'll go again." You gently instruct, as you set up another simulation for her to run through, locking her in with a reassuring smile.

The highly advanced tech is actually able to manifest scenarios that are rooted within one's deepest fears, for Wanda it's almost as if her powers were being used against her.

A scene plays out of her on a mission at a Hydra base with the entirety of the team. Everything had been going well up until she was faced with an ungodly scene of you being tortured. Her objective was to free the hostages, take out Hydra's men, then get back to the jet without losing control. Something in her snapped though when she heard your heart wrenching screams as she tried to wander by.

"Stop it! No!!! No! Please!" She sobs, as your simulated form slumps forward, appearing to her as if you weren't going to survive, and she just loses all semblances of reality at the sight.

The screams were apparent to you from outside the glass she'd been safely encased in. Before you could interfere by pulling her out of the simulation she's already falling to her knees, screaming and shaking while her body becomes encased in red, then she falls over, hitting the ground as her powers burst out and into the glass. Against all common sense you instruct Friday to allow you in, and she reluctantly does so.

"Wanda, darling, come back to me..." You coo, as you pull her sobbing form against you.

Her fists clutch at your shirt, bunching it up, and your heart practically breaks at the sound of her pained sobs.

"Whatever happened, it wasn't real Wanda, you're okay, I promise that you're safe with me love."

Your words seemed to work as her shaking slowly subsided, but her hold on you remained just as tight.

"I-I..." She struggled to speak, as her eyes moved to look directly into yours, and to your complete shock her lips pressed to yours.

A loud clearing of another's throat led to your lips eventually parting, and while you looked at her in a complete daze, her gaze met that of an apparently irate ex-assassin.

"If you two are done, Wanda's got less than sixty seconds until our training starts." Natasha calmly states, but the fire behind her eyes paints a different picture for her feelings.

Wanda jumps up from your lap, leaving you stunned on the ground, and takes off to get to the gym, attempting her best to block out Natasha's murderous thoughts.

—

Wanda avoided you like the plague for the remainder of the week, you felt hurt, but you completely understood that what happened could've been due to the heat of the moment. Seeing her locking lips with the synthezoid only four days later though essentially shattered your heart.

Your gasp alerted her to your presence, and her legs traveled at an inhumane speed trying to reach you, but your slammed door told her this wouldn't be a good time. Not that she cared though, so she sat in front of your door, remaining there until you'd finally went to leave your room nearly four hours later.

"Y/N/N.." She whimpers, jumping to her feet, and literally stumbling into you because her legs had long since fallen asleep.

You obviously catch her, locking your bloodshot eyes on her glazed over pair, then you sigh as you work to peel her off of you as she tries to have her hands on you in some form.

"Wanda, I need time, that's all... I understand that it wasn't your intention to hurt me, but it doesn't make the end result any less painful. Vision is a nice —uh— guy, and I hope that he makes you as happy as can be. I've known for awhile now that you'd liked him, I just kinda wish you didn't kiss me first, giving me this false hope. We'll be okay eventually though, training is obviously postponed though as I'm leaving for an undecided amount of time."

You finish your ramblings with a gentle caress of her cheeks, wiping away at the stray tears before you walk away with your duffle slung over your shoulder, and unbeknownst to you—half of her heart. Once you're out of sight she crumbles to her knees, tightly hugging herself as she feels the regret wash over her.

—

—Lagos—

You were off in Asgard helping Thor with his mishaps, helping to break him and Loki out of their intergalactic prison when you got the call that Wanda apparently needed you. Hearing her name after months of being away still stung, but the ways in which your heart had slowly healed helped to ease the pain.

"Steve, what do you mean she won't come out of her room?"

"Look, Y/N, it's been a horrible few months without you here, both women have been rather moody, and Tony's honestly been insufferable."

"Why? Did his bruises have to heal naturally?" You giggle, then make your way to your pod.

"Please say you'll come home, even just for a little bit?" He pleads, your heart warms as he says 'home' so naturally, and you bid him farewell with the promises of your return.

"Oy, where you headed? Are you really leaving me alone with the big oaf?"

"Oh Loki, I envy yours and Thor's relationship, I can just feel the love radiating." You muse with a roll of your eyes before hugging him goodbye.

"Take care of yourself little one." He playfully coos, and you lightly shove him.

"I'm not little.." You groan, and he laughs boisterously at your tantrum.

"Take care Loki, you too Thor! Until we meet again cousins." You say as you enter your pod and set off for Earth.

—

Once you'd arrived Steve was waiting for you, then he escorted you through the compound, and your heart clenched at the sight of your distraught looking teammates, more specifically the redhead.

You smiled gently at her, feeling lighter once you saw her lips upturning in passing, then the mood drastically dropped the closer you got to Wanda's door.

"Y/N, thank God you're here." Vision whisper shouts, pulling you in for an awkward hug, and you kindly smile at him as he pulls back.

"I'm not sure how much help I'm going to be here, but it can't hurt to try." You humorlessly chuckle out, and he places a firm hand to your shoulder.

"She's in immense pain, and has been ever since you left. I actually believe the only one who can help her is you." He solemnly states, furthering your guilty feelings, but you shake yourself clear of the thoughts.

Everyone clears out of the hallway to give you space, but you run to the kitchen first, making her a heaping pile of pancakes as you assume she hadn't eaten in days.

"Wands..." You say as you knock on the door, barely tapping it three times before it's thrown open.

The sight of the tiny Sokovian woman surrounded by blankets and tissues is honestly heartbreaking. Stepping over the scattered clothes across the floor you eventually make your way to her. Placing the plate of food down on her tray first before you climb into her bed, and simply pull her close.

"Sweet, sweet Wanda, what is this I hear about you not leaving your room?"

She burrows further into you, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist, and you just continue talking.

"That just won't do honey, you need to take care of yourself, and you can start by eating the pancakes I made you."

She nods in the negatory against your chest, you feel her tears soaking through your shirt, and her grip on you somehow tightens.

"Lovebug, I'm not going anywhere, I'm here for you, and apparently the entire team. I heard it's become quite a mess with me gone." You coo, running your hands through her hair, then lightly chuckle when you feel her nod in agreement against your chest.

You aided her shaky body into a seated position, then brought the plate over to her. Leaning against the headboard, you pressed play on the boxset of Bewitched you'd purchased her last Christmas, then spread your legs so that she could sit between them, and lean into you while eating her pancakes.

That night you'd gotten her to take a shower, then she even cuddled up to you on the couch during movie night with the entire team. When you'd gone to place her sleeping form down in her bed she clung to you, so you reluctantly stayed, attempting to apologize to Vision for the intrusion but he waved you off with an appreciative smile.

"Y/N, there's no need to apologize. I knew how much she loved you when we got together, it was a rather long talk actually. I'm not jealous, really, she deserves all the love she can find. I'm just grateful that you'd been able to get through to her... " He genuinely whispers, then places a kiss to her forehead before phasing out of the room.

See, helping Wanda out of her bed was easy, loving her in whatever capacity you were allowed to was honestly like second nature. Losing her once more within the span of forty eight hours though, was unexpected, and more so devastating for your already fragile heart.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"I missed you too Wands.." You relay, with a peck to the crown of her head as you move the both of you back to your feet.

Wanda reluctantly lets you go before moving back to Vision's side, leaving you to lock eyes with the original redhead.

Natasha... The other half of your heart, who's had and cherished the most intimate parts of you, while in turn sharing the barest of hers with you.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Natasha Romanoff, and you are?" The Avenger asks, as she hasn't been able to pull her eyes off of you since the moment you'd entered the Stark party with Thor.

"Y/N, Goddess of Healing, daughter of Freyr, and cousin to Thor." You greet, taking Natasha's extended hand and lifting it to your lips to place a tender kiss to her knuckles.

She giggles at your elongated introduction, and internally celebrates that you're in fact Thor's cousin, and not his date.

"Well, Y/N, would you like to heal my broken heart?" She jests with a playful laugh to follow, your features immediately soften, and your hands hover over her chest.

"Your heart is definitely in pain, my powers can't heal that though, but maybe a hug can." You offer, immediately pulling her into your warm embrace, and the former assassin shockingly melts into it.

She's never been one for physical affection with strangers, but something about your innocence, and pure intentions thwarts her bodies natural hesitancy.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

Your question follows after you release her, and she happily accepts your extended hand. Natasha spins you around, beaming at the sight of your carefree smile, and she wonders what could come of this if she wasn't so afraid. Sure, you're a stranger, but as every minute passed she found she wanted that to be a statement of the past.

A slow song began to play over the speakers, and Natasha then pulled you closer to her. Hands on your hips guided you until you were flush against her, her lips were ghosting over yours, suddenly her plans for you were clouded by insatiable desire, and her lips promptly pressed against yours.

She giggled at your awestruck face as she pulled back from you, her hand linked to yours before she pulled your innocent form off to her room, excitement flooded her system at the prospects of bringing a pretty thing such as yourself to ruin.

—

Getting to know you was becoming her favorite past time, picking up on the tiniest of your quirks. Like, how you had to fold your napkins in thirds, or the way you'd only eat a sandwich if it was cut into triangles, or finding out that you hated coffee and would only drink it with a "pound" of sugar in it.

Observing you from afar led her to finding out that you were a very expressive person. Much like Thor, you'd talked with your hands, the gentleness in your words, and the way your face moved always kept her attention. Intimate moments with you always had her immensely aroused when you'd released the simplest of sounds, or your face contorted in pleasure.

Cuddling was another thing you loved that she found through a bit more than observation. You did it with just about anyone in the compound, but the way you cuddled her was always special. Never once did she allude to you that she enjoyed it, but if she was ever willing to be honest with herself, she'd admit to you that being within your embrace is something she craves. That whenever she sees you laying with another it makes her insanely jealous, but she can't do that, she has no right.

—

Casual, that's what she'd established your relationship as, even if all she wanted was to make you hers. It hurt at first, but having been alive for as long as you'd been, it wasn't all that hard for you to eventually accept it. Love had always evaded you, so for your heart to suddenly be drawn to two women who'd both thrown you the most mixed up signals was a bit alarming.

Natasha watched as Wanda's legs sprawled across your lap as everyone was settling in for movie night. The Sokovian had only just arrived but was stealing all your attention, and it was doing nothing but pissing her off.

"Careful, if you stare any harder you might burn a hole in little miss Sunshine's head."

Natasha lowly growled at Clint for even muttering a word to her when her anger was obviously justified. That was her spot, every movie night up until now she'd sit beside you, tease you relentlessly from beneath a blanket, then later that night she'd worship your body and 'accidentally' fall asleep beside you. Everyone in the compound knew that in unofficial terms, you were Natasha's, but Wanda seemingly didn't care enough to notice.

—

Natasha walked into the common room with a book and bowl of grapes in her hand having expected it to be empty, but instead she walked in to see you doing a backbend on a yoga mat. She smiled at the sight of your oblivious form, and at the light sound of the playlist she'd made you playing in the background.

"Taking up yoga now are we?"

Startled would be an understatement, as you shriek and collapse to the ground, groaning loudly as your back hit the mat.

"Natty..." You whine, and her giggles just further your pouting expression.

"What have I told you about being aware of your surroundings?" She tuts, then settled her items down before moving to straddle your grounded form.

"And here I thought you were going to help me up." You sarcastically quip with an exaggerated eye roll.

"Where's the fun in that dorogoy?" She asks with a devious smirk, and a playful jab to your ribs.

Your fixed glare in response would honestly be intimidating to most, but to her it's just adorable. She leans down to peck your lips, which you use to your benefit, hooking your legs around her and flipping the both of you over.

"Detka, be careful what you—."

You cut her warning off as you lift her shirt up and blow raspberries against her abdomen, tightening your thighs around her legs, and using your hands to hold her upper body down. Her squeals of enjoyment make your heart flutter, knowing that she's only ever really like this with you.

"You're going to pay for this..." She groans through her laughter, then before she can get the upper hand you distract her with a firm kiss, then jump up to run out of the room.

"I look forward to it." You teasingly shout before slamming your door shut and locking it.

Natasha smiles to herself as she regains her breath, then she takes off towards your room to make good on her promise.

—

Training with Wanda was grating on the Russian's nerves, since she'd almost always walk in with a wide smile on her face after spending her time with you beforehand. This time the girl was late, not just by sixty seconds either, but it'd been ten minutes she'd been left standing there.

Granted, Wanda wasn't actually late, she just wasn't early and to the assassin that was late. So she marched off in search of the two of you, watching in horror from the doorway as she kissed you. Natasha swiftly interrupted the moment, not even sparing you a glance because the last thing she wanted was to take her anger out on you. She'd instead settled on pummeling the witch in her training, no longer restraining herself, and thinking the most violent of thoughts knowing that the witch would be hearing them.

When she returned to the safety of her room though, all she could do was to break down as she thought about the prospects of you eventually moving on. Vowing right then and there that she'd work towards exclusivity with you, but by the time she'd wanted to broach the subject with you, you'd taken off with Thor.

—

Wanda and Natasha walked on eggshells around each other for the months that you were gone. Training had halted all together for the witch, and it showed on the Lagos mission. The moment Steve was in danger, Wanda was quick to save him, but without reigning in her emotions she'd tragically blown a floor of a building to smithereens.

Natasha truly felt bad for her, even attempted to pull her from the confines of her room, but it proved pointless as she didn't budge. Vision has the luxury of phasing through the walls, but even he couldn't pull her out of her funk. Finally, the Russian convinced Steve to call you, as you'd left him with your emergency contact information.

Selfishly she'd wanted you back, wanted to see you once more, and to confess to you her feelings, but it was not necessarily in the cards, because shit hit the fan not even a day after you'd returned.

— 🥵

"Natasha, let me come with!" You pleaded, but she just cupped your cheeks, and placed her forehead to yours while letting the proximity soothe her cracking heart.

"Oh detka, I so wish this was just a cute excursion, but I'm going to be on the run and I just can't do that to you."

"Nat, you wouldn't be doing anything to me.. Let me be there with you, we can be on the run together..."

Natasha wants to say yes, God does she want to, but she would never put you through that. She's lived many a life on the run, and she'd genuinely hate for your start together in life to be like this, it simply couldn't be.

"The world needs a hero Y/N/N,  for now that's going to have to be you, and boy are they lucky... I promise I'll be alright, and that we'll be together again one day sweetheart..."

Natasha's time for escaping is limited, knowing all too well that Tony's already given her location up to Ross, but she's never been afraid of risk, and she won't let them stop her from saying a proper goodbye.

All too suddenly your rebuttal is silenced as her lips slam against yours, her hands making quick work of your clothes as she's gently moving your body to the bed. A bittersweet smile takes over her features as she recommits the entirety of your bare body to her memory. Anticipation distracts your mind long enough that you don't hear the snap of a camera, or see the slipping of a polaroid photo into her jeans pocket. Then a second later she's crawling atop you, smiling tenderly as her lips peck yours and begin to trail down your neck.

"Let me show you just how much you mean to me detka..." She mumbles against your collarbones, nipping and sucking harshly at your exposed skin, while her hand slides between your parted legs and her fingers run through your folds.

"Shit... If I wasn't pressed for time I'd simply cherish you for hours my sweetest girl, we'd make up for lost time..." She groans, while moving her mouth back up until her lips are hovering over yours again.

Timing it perfectly, smashing her lips to yours at the exact same moment that her fingers thrust into your pulsing entrance, perfectly catching the languid moan that bellows from your throat.

"Fuck, detka you're so tight." She groans into your mouth, and her pace increases as your walls seem to be doing their best to restrict her movements.

Sloshing sounds, and the smell of sex consume the space around you both, Natasha's sole focus is on just seeing you crumble beneath her one more time. Prayers die on her lips as she listens to your moans, the ones where she's pleading with the world that this won't be it, that this is just another bump in the road of your epic love story.

"You're so fucking hot when you're making all those beautiful noises for me..." She mutters, voice low and dripping with need, as she curls her fingers just right, desperate to see you come undone.

Scraping deliciously against your spongey walls, while her thumb works wonders against your bundle of nerves, successfully pushing you over into the edge of bliss. As your form writhes, and you splutter beneath her, she can't help but to admire your beauty as she hovers above you, and slowly thrusts into you to guide you through your high.

Sweat layers over your skin, glistening just right under her dimly lit room; the rise and fall of your chest moving in sync with your erratic breaths; lips swollen and eyes tightly shut as you work to regain your composure.

Natasha gently removes her fingers from you, groaning as she sees the fruits of her labor coating her fingers, and palm. Eventually, your eyes flutter open to meet hers, and the tenderness that lies beneath her own nearly cracks the suppressed floodgates open.

Natasha retains eye contact with you as she licks her palm clean, then sucks her fingers into her mouth, moaning loudly as your taste finally hits her.

"So sweet... So perfect..." She coos, then traces her pointer finger down your face before lightly gripping your chin, and pushing her lips back on yours for a sweet kiss. 

"Until we meet again my beautiful angel..." She whispers into your ear, rising up to place a firm kiss to your temple, and then all too suddenly she's climbing out of the bed.

"Please, don't go alone, I could go with you..." You weakly plead in a final attempt, walls completely lowered, while your vulnerability is rising to the surface as you watch her moving towards the window.

"Ya lyublyu tebya." She sadly whispers while throwing her bag out before her, then she's climbing out of her bedroom window.

(I love you)

Tears stream down your cheeks as your exhausted, and broken form drifts in and out of sleep in her bed. Surrounded by the memories of your tumultuous string of affairs, her whispered confession continues to ring in your mind; the same one you'd waited all these years to hear, just for it to somehow break your heart instead and leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Nata—."

Your greeting is cut off as your face is forcefully pulled into her chest, and though she's silent, you know she's crying by the way your suit has a forming wet spot on your shoulder.

"I missed you so much detka..." She whispers against the shell of your ear, you tighten your hold on her to offer her the necessary support.

"And I you..." You coo, then place a kiss to her cheek, finding yourself rather shocked as she turns her face and passionately moves her lips against yours with no intentions of stopping.

Wanda's stomach twists at the sight, but she quickly shakes away the unjust bouts of jealousy, turning her attention back to the Captain who clears his throat once more. Natasha reluctantly releases her grip on you, and places one final peck to your lips before stepping to the side.

"Nice of you to join us." Steve teases, and you make your way over to his open arms.

"So, where were you? Figure anything out that could help us?"

Your mind works in overdrive to ensure Wanda's unable to hear your thoughts, but it doesn't matter all that much when Natasha's gaze fixes in on your sudden tensed state.

"Well, this is going to sound crazy, but Wanda needs to kill Vision." You start, but the Sokovian jumps to her feet, taking up a defensive stance before you can continue.

"That's not exactly what we were looking for Y/N." Steve sighs indignantly, and you steady yourself for the next part.

"Am I allowed to finish, or are we just assuming the worst now?" You groan, and Vision gently smiles your way.

"I told them Y/N, but they just don't seem to understand the bigger picture." He quietly states, clearly drained from the gnarly wound.

You place your hands over him, closing him up, but without draining too much of your power, leaving him still somewhat weakened.

"Oh no Vis, you won't be remaining dead, I'll just use my powers to heal you."

"Y/N, I'm not entirely sure that you'd have the ability to do so, it seems as if it would be too complex since I'm not entirely human." He states, and Bruce adds on:

"Yeah, he's a culmination of Tony, Jarvis, Ultron, and myself all seemingly powered by the mind stone, not exactly your normal flesh and bones."

"Please, do not question me on my own abilities as I am most aware of what I'm capable of." You bite back, unintentionally giving away your irritation, internally cringing at your inability to reel your emotions in.

"I'm not comfortable with it, seems far too unpredictable." Natasha suddenly says, making her way over to you, and protectively wrapping her arms around you.

"Yeah.. I'm with Natasha." Wanda meekly states, and judging by the red in her eyes she'd clearly tried to peer into your blocked off mind.

A long exhale is released from your mouth as you decide it's best to allow them the opportunity to try it their way. Pushing too hard in this moment will only further their suspicions, and if anyone knew the truth you know that they'd shut you down immediately.

"Fine, but if shit hits the fan, as it tends to to when we get together, then promise me that you'll follow my plan as a secondary option." You playfully plead, and the resounding sounds of 'yes' does wonders for the fear in your heart.

"It's settled then." Cap says before settling besides Sam.

Natasha pulls you down to sit beside her, with her head falling against your shoulder and you lay your head atop hers with closed eyes. Uneasiness seeps in your bones as you can feel eyes on you, and you open yours to see the couple both looking to you. Vision's all too knowing gaze locks with yours, and Wanda's worried one patiently waits for your eyes to meet hers.

"Excuse me." You abruptly say, standing to head off to the restroom, Natasha huffs as her body slightly falls, and the team watches you with worried expressions.

Once you enter the bathroom your overwhelming grief came flooding out of you, and you allowed yourself the moment to break.

"It's what's best..." You croak out, once again convincing yourself that the less they know, the better off they all are.

You stand from the toilet, lightly splashing your face with water, then return with a somber smile, taking your place besides Natasha once more.

"Sorry about that sweetheart..." You apologize, placing a chaste kiss to her lips, and Natasha's stomach twists uncomfortably at the salty remnants on your lips.

"Are you okay?"

"Peachy." You quip with an exaggerated wink, and nudge to her side and she just shakes her head at your actions before settling against you once more.

"I love the blonde..." You whisper, and notice the slight smirk on her face.

"I figured you would." She mutters, and your heart flutters as she lifts your arm over her shoulder and genuinely cuddles up to you.

This time your forward focused eyes lock on Wanda's, and if you're not mistaken, you can an almost see a sense of longing behind them before she shakes herself free of your gaze.

—

As expected, the battlefield is flooded with bloodthirsty aliens, and you're just patiently waiting for your time to come. For a moment it seemed everything was for not until you looked to the sky with an eye roll to follow. Thor, in all his eye patched glory, comes crashing down with a new weapon you can only assume was forged by Eitri.

"Nice entrance cousin." You tease while effortlessly slicing at an incoming alien's jugular, and he smirks your way before trodding forward with a raccoon, and tree trailing behind him.

"Well. At least I can say I've seen it all before I die." You bitterly muse before heading off to the prophesied rendezvous spot, and await Vision to come falling your way.

Without much time spared, Vision comes falling at record speed, fighting off an alien and you graciously step to the side to avoid being crushed. Then with one swift movement you're now swiping alien guts off of your sword.

"Y/N, whatever it is you're planning, there has to be another way..." Vis groans, and you smile sadly at the soon to be man, while helping him to his feet.

"We both know there isn't Vis, I saw what's coming, and if I'm not the one to end this, a lot more catastrophe is to follow..."

"They will be more than distraught, I'm not the best with understanding the complexities of human emotions, but I know you're cherished. I'm for sure more than a fan of your presence."

"I've lived many a millennia my dear friend, and it will always come with losses. Sadly, Wanda's no stranger to it, but yours will quite literally fracture her spirit, so if my sacrifice saves her even a sliver of pain then it's what's best. Also, I love you too buddy..."

Wanda makes her way over with the rest of your team hot on her trails, perplexed expression as she notices your hushed arguing with her partner, tragically a branch beneath her feet halts her from being able to listen in.

"There she is." You beam, then usher her over.

"We're out of time darling." Vision reluctantly goes along with the plan, and you nod from behind her in thanks.

A loud thundering comes from your right, and the speed at which you must move just increased tenfold.

"If this is going to work, everyone needs to be prepared to hold the titan off!" You command into the comms, and without fail the team begins to work tirelessly to do as such.

Natasha goes to run passed you, but suddenly squeals as she is pulled into your body for a brief, yet passionate kiss.

"Not that I'm complaining detka, but we're kinda mid battle." She breathes against your lips, a ghost of a smirk clearly present, and you lightly chuckle.

"Well, the kiss was for good luck." You relay, and she leans forward to kiss you once more.

"I love you Natty.." You whisper against her lips, she gasps lightly before pressing her lips firmly against yours in silent admittance, then she runs away from you with a wide smile. 

You turn to see Wanda's powers are surging from her hands, using what appears to be all of her energy to blast a hole into the head of the man she loves. Trembling lip, accompanied by her shaking hands, is all you need to affirm your decision here. Vision's body hits the ground, and your movements are rather swift. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you pull her close, then gently place a kiss to her cheek.

"I love you Wands." You whisper before dropping to your knees, and shielding yourselves while focusing all of your energy on Vision's body, as you breathe your life into him.

Wanda's body is frozen as she let's your ominous confession wash over her. Immense rage consumes her as she understands that you're not coming home with her, and she turns to face the mad titan who'd finally arrived before her.

"You're taking everything from me!" She seethes, then begins throwing her energy balls at the man.

"It's for the best." He condescends while waving his hand around to turn them into nothing more than bubbles.

He clearly underestimated her determination though, as his words further fuel her rage. Then she swiftly throws him back, and the sheer force of her power renders his access to the stones rather useless.

Everything is fading into black rather quickly for you, but you persevere until you finally hear the man below you gasp. His eyes immediately line with tears as he sees your nearly lifeless eyes, then your body collapses and the protective sphere around you falls.

"No!" Vision shouts as he jumps to his knees and makes his way to your side, lightly shaking you but it's to no avail as you slowly blink, and your breaths remain shallow.

Wanda's focus drops from the titan as she turns to see you lying still beneath him, a broken sob falls from her and she collapses to the ground. The faint sounds of feet stomping the ground doesn't even seem to register in her mind as she begins to mourn your life.

"I understand your grief child." Thanos proclaims with a light grip to her head, then he raises his hand in an attempt to reconfigure the stone, but his attempts prove fruitless.

"What did you do?" He seethes, anger falling to you, lifting your nearly dead form from the ground he holds you up by your throat, and you weakly smile his way.

"Simply put, I rewrote history with my own life. In doing so I made the reversal of time, and the obtaining of the mind stone impossible... You'll never win Thanos, and you'll never be a God." You weakly monologue, coughing ensuing as he starts to squeeze what little life remained in you, but your body quickly falls, as Thanos's head rolls.

Wanda catches you with her powers, then scoots over to lay her head on your abdomen, while she just sobs her apologies against you. Natasha's hand clutches at her stomach as the nausea sets in, not understanding how she didn't register your whispered confession as a cheap attempt at a goodbye.

"No.. You can't go, we were just getting started Y/N/N, we have so much life left to live together... I spent so much time being scared, but I'm here now! I'm here... I-I love you too.. Please, I need you. Don't leave me..." She sobs, then places her tear stained lips to your cracked set, and you weakly pout to meet her kiss.

"I'll always be with you Natty... Surely we'll meet again my loves, find me in the afterlife..." You whisper against her face, with your limp hand falling atop Wanda's head as it falls from Nat's cheek.

The entirety of the people on the battlefield take a knee, and your closest teammates faces are shining with fresh hot tears. Vision's first to pull Wanda from you, and directly against his chest, and she desperately clings to him. Steve steps in a few minutes later to pull Natasha away, but her response is pure resistance, as she thrashes in his hold, and her pained screams just don't stop.

"No! I'm not leaving her! Put me down Rogers! She needs me... Please! This can't be it for us!"

Thor approaches you last, cupping your average sized face between his monster sized hands, and he just takes a moment to silently cry before he scoops your limp body up to place down in the jet.

"Always had to be the best of us didn't you little one... Please say hello to Loki for me..." He chokes out, then works to pull himself together as he enters the eerily quiet jet.

—

Tony's booming voice is heard in the common room as he's shouting praises, followed by the wizard, and your precious Spiderling.

"Why so glum, did we not just win?" He beams, looking around the room as he naturally takes a silent roll call.

"Where's the walking hospital?"

The continued silence, and sight of Natasha is more of an answer than any words would've been, and he stumbles backwards as it hits him.

"Y/N's—, she—, you said it was the only way!" He shouts, while jabbing his pointer finger into the sorcerer's chest, while Peter's now sobbing form gets pulled into Natasha's embrace.

"I can assure you all, this isn't how it was meant to go... None of the timelines I saw ever included the one you speak of as Y/N. My handing over of the time stone was pivotal to defeating Thanos in the long run, and let's not forget, saving you from an untimely death."

"You, you just gave him the time stone?!" Wanda growls, hands immediately encased in a layer of red as she stands to face the outsider, and no one's making a move to stop her, not even Vision.

"Sir, it appears that Y/N had sent me an encrypted file, I've worked through the codes to see it's a video, would you like me to play it?" Friday cuts through, timing rather perfectly, as if she'd just been sitting on the file while she waited for a tumultuous moment.

"Play it." Natasha immediately croaks out, shocking the entire room as she'd been eerily silent since Steve had to carry her off the jet.

"As you wish Miss Romanoff."

—

"Ello there my darlings... You're all currently sat in the jet unaware of what's to come, well most of you... I'm certain a couple of you've figured it out. Anywho, this is my final bouts of wisdom, so listen up. All of you've done your job, so if you wish to retire, do it. I'm actually begging you to, your bodies are aging, at this rate you're going you'll all have arthritis soon, and I'm not there to heal you..."

"Now, Tony, please congratulate Pepper for me on the bundle of joy. Oh yeah, spoiler alert, you're going to be a dad! Kiss that pretty baby on the cheeks for me, and hold them close. Thanks for allowing me a place to stay, and affording me my found family, and for playing the part of annoying brother so well."

"Steve, Buck—Confess your love for one another, and go live a life you were always meant to. I know a thing or two about unrequited love, and it's absolutely insane for you two to continue on the way you are."

"Peter, I love you, go be great kid... Just please learn a lesson from the rest of us, and don't let the superhero gig hold you back from living a fulfilling life. Protect your innocence, and love with everything in you."

"Thor, my beautiful man-child of a cousin. You've more than paid your dues, so please, pass on the title to Valkyrie, and set off on a journey of discovery. You're more than the hero you'd been prophesied to be, find a new purpose, and live for me please. Also, yes, I'll tell Loki you said hi."

"Wanda, we never got our chance to shine together—I hold no regrets, because yours and Vision's love story is truly one for the books. Love is hard to come by, and just being able to feel it has the power to be enough for some of us, I promise loving you was one of the greatest joys of my life. Seeing you smile was always enough, and I'm hopeful that in due time your smile will burn just as brightly as it once did.... Vision, take care of our girl, and thank you for never holding my love for her against me, it was truly an honor to know you."

"Natasha, my first ever Earthly friend, whom I'd initially mistaken for an angel—rightfully so too, because that's what you truly are. Your beauty knows no bounds, and your heart, though you won't agree, is as pure as can be. Most importantly to me though Natasha, is that you're the derzhatel' moyego serdtsa.

—

Ty pokazal mne zhizn', dostoynuyu zhizni, Net. Khotya ty byl napugan, ty vse zhe pozvolil mne lyubit' tebya, i ya khochu poblagodarit' tebya. Lyubit' tebya, dazhe izdaleka, sdelalo menya samym schastlivym, kakim ya kogda-libo byl, i ya prozhil dovol'no dolgoye vremya, milaya devochka. Bud'te schastlivy, potomu chto vy etogo dostoyny.

Vse v poryadke, milaya. Vy svobodny i zasluzhivayete togo, chtoby byt'. YA tebya lyublyu. Be great, and please tell Yelena I'm sorry I never got to meet her..."

(... holder of my heart. —

You showed me a life worth living Nat. Though you were scared, you still allowed me to love you, and I want to thank you. Loving you, even from afar, made me the happiest I've ever been, and I've lived quite a long time sweet girl. Be happy, because you deserve it.

It's okay sweetheart. You're free, and deserve to be. I love you.)

I'm not going to tell you guys what I saw, that would just be unfair to burden any of your souls with the guilt, because in the end this was my choice, and my sacrifice to make. Just know it was so much bigger than Vision, your sorcerer friend knows what I'm talking about. Until we meet again my compadres, take care of yourselves, and please remember, you all deserve to be happy!

Tata for now...

You finish your video off with a tip of your invisible hat, a kiss blown, and a trail of tears wiped away.

—

Not a face in the room was dry as the video had concluded, and slowly the occupants of the room filtered out on their journeys to grieve.

That same night Natasha stumbles into your room with a bottle of vodka in her hand, and she's slightly startled—not shocked—at the sight of Wanda's slumped form sat upon your bed.

"I-I can go if you want." Wanda stutters, but Natasha just waves her off, instead of replying she simply passes over the bottle and Wanda immediately takes a swig.

As she violently coughs, having never been much of a drinker, she can't help but to bittersweetly imagine your laughing form there to mock her. Curiously, she observes the stumbling woman stood before her. Natasha stands on her tippy toes, having to do so since you'd apparently placed your hoodies out of reach. Sloppily she tosses one over to the witch, before slipping herself into your most used one, and she chokes back a sob as your scent surrounds her.

Wanda graciously throws it over her body as she closes her eyes, vividly imagining your warm embrace, and crying once more. Honestly, she's not even sure if it's been long enough since her last set of tears to classify this as a repeat offense instead of just a continuing one.

"I loved her so much..." Natasha whispers over their collective sobs into the otherwise silent room.

Wanda's hand immediately moves across the bed to link with hers, and squeezes it tightly. They might've always been at odds over you, but in the end they both loved you to no end. Wholeheartedly so, and in a moment like this there's no more rivalry, just a shared grief.

"Me too Nat, she was truly the best of us, just a perfect culmination of all that was right in the world, and she somehow loved me..." Wanda chokes out, as her sobs just seemingly intensify.

"She loved us enough to give her life up... I cornered the wizard before he left, turns out I was going to die, Tony too, and you were going to lose your entire mind..."

"Bold of her to assume I wouldn't lose it over her..."

"I just want to go back, to be selfish and say yes, and let her come with me on the run... I came home excited to finally have my chance with her, and now I've lost it once again."

"Tell me about it... I got to experience an everlasting love, while she just got left behind. I'm grateful she saved Vis, but part of me wishes she'd just been selfish just this once..."

Natasha hums in agreement, no longer able to contain the entirety of her emotions, and Wanda's quick to follow in her lead. So, the redheads cry themselves to sleep while wrapped up in your hoodies, hands securely intertwined, and a shared dream of just being able to see you again.

———

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Chivalry is Dead

Kinktober Day 21 - Jake&Quaritch

Warnings: Voyeurism (Kinda), Fingering, Alien Genitals, P in V Sex, Nipple Play, Innocent!Reader, DubCon (Kinda) She Only Sleeps With Quaritch Cause She Thinks Jake Is Dead, Recom!Reader

A/N: This has a lot more plot than planned, and I blame @loaksxhoe for all the angst 😭 love you Boo 😘

As usual, thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for us 💖

Divider by @plutism

I don’t remember much after arriving on Pandora. I had woken up inside an Avatar body, being told that my human form had died and that they transferred my consciousness into this one. In the same attack, the savage natives had killed my husband, Jake Sully. Quaritch has been a massive help through it all. He had also lost his girlfriend and the mother of his child in the war; while he had been able to transfer over to the Avatar form, Socorro had not, and now his child had been kidnapped by the traitors who sided with the na’vi.

Since we had such similar wounds, we stuck together a lot. Quaritch has always been such a gentleman to me, helping me in any way that I need, even in ways that help me forget the hole in my chest from losing my husband. But he also asks me for favors; sometimes they seem harsh, but I know it is to help with the war, just like this particular favor.

“I know this is asking’ for a lot, Darlin’, and if I didn’t think this would work, then I would never ask you, but I need your help.” Quaritch is on his knees in front of where I’m sitting.

“I-I don’t know; you really think that having sex where the Na’vi leader can hear me will help? I’m not a combatant. How can I go out so close to them?” I ask concerned.

“Oh no, Darin’! You see my com here?” Gesturing to his neck, “The Na’vi leader stole one off Jake’s body; we’re also gonna place a camera in that corner. You won’t even leave the compound. I’d never risk you like that.” His urgent tone helped calm me.

Much calmer, I ask, “But why would having sex over the com and video help? I just don’t understand.” 

“It’s because the Na’vi are territorial. The leader will hear and see a Na’vi on the other side, making him irritable that he doesn’t have you underneath him. It will piss him off, and we’re gonna use that distraction to launch several small attacks.” He explained thoroughly.

I let the information stew in my head. Even though I am not comfortable with it, it will help bring down the bastard that killed my husband. I nod my head in agreement, “Okay, I’ll do it,”

Quaritch’s face formed into a soft smile, “Thank you, Darlin’, I’m sorry you have to do this. I’d ask some of the other recoms, but I’m not sure I’d be able to get it up for them,” He tells me with a wink.

I giggle at his comment, “Like you could ever be anything but amazing in bed,” I rebuke.

Quaritch laughs at my comment, “You’re something special, aren’t you, Mrs. Sully,” he places a kiss on my lips before turning to the door, “I need to organize the strike teams. I’ll be back with you soon, Darlin’.”

“Okay, be safe,” I reply, turning back to what I was previously doing.

If only I had turned around and paid attention. I would have seen a look more sinister in the mirror.

It has been 12 years since I lost my wife. Neytiri and I miss her greatly. We had married at 18; she was my rock through everything. And when we went to Pandora, she agreed without hesitation, knowing this was my chance to get my legs back. Then we met Neytiri, whom she affectionately called her Warrior Goddess, and soon the two became three. The three of us snuck away and mated together underneath the Tree of Voices. 

We loved the life we made, and we loved our children. (Y/N) fell in love with every child we had. She took in Spider, and she even named Lo’ak. Lo’ak was a Mama’s boy through and through. He’s sad, he wants Mama, happy, Mama, scared, Mama. Lo’ak was catastrophic when (Y/N) went missing. Twelve years ago, the RDA sent a small task force with the goal of kidnapping any humans they could get their hands on. (Y/N) was one of them. She was missing for three weeks before her body turned up. Dried blood stains fell from her eyes, nose, and mouth. The scientists said she died from a brain aneurysm. Most of the damage was done to the Hippocampus. Lo’ak was the one who found her body; he kept crying over her body, trying to shake her. Even after 12 years, he was never the same boy. When we went to lay her with Eywa, Mo’at had said her spirit was no longer there and that there was nothing to return to Eywa. 

Since I cannot visit her, I go to one of the old abandoned stations every year on the day of her death and watch the videos we made over the years, ranging from our high school years to Lo’ak’s first steps. I enter the station, the air seal long broken. I walk over to the nest I had made, torn blankets and pillows to give me some comfort for the day and flop into it. The small computer I use nearby, I boot it up, waiting to see the bitter-sweet memories. But instead of being treated by the photo of our family 12 years ago, I see an email. I hesitate to open it as it could be an attempt to hack, but my curiosity is too great. I opened the email only to gasp at the images I saw. Disgust flowed through me. The RDA started a project placing the memories of the dead into Avatar bodies. Fuck! Quaritch and his squad are alive again! They had been the first to copy their memories into an Avatar body. Another file caught my attention as I read more: Project Red Herring. I clicked on the file, and I dropped the computer. 

(Y/N).

(Y/N) is alive! They attempted to rip every memory out of her brain, killing her in the process, before placing it in her own Avatar. But they couldn’t get them all. She fought them on her final years, making sure none of them ever learned of our family. Dizziness washed over me. I placed a hand on my face, only for it to come back wet. I was crying, I wasn’t breathing. I force myself to inhale, the burning in my lungs easing, but the tightness didn’t go away. I look back at the screen, attempting to memorize every stripe that adorns her new body. She’s gorgeous.

I snap out of it, knowing that I need to talk to Neytiri and inform everyone of this information, but a new icon shows up, a video sent straight to me. It said, ‘Do you want to see her?’ and I knew I couldn’t wait. I open the video only to see an empty room made of metal, with a cot just barely big enough to hold a Na’vi.

“We’ll hello Corprol.” That’s fucking Quaritch!

“Based on what the techies told me, you just found out about your little wife. Well, she ain’t so little now.” The bastard chuckled.

Even though I know he can’t hear me, I can’t control the hiss that escapes me.

“I gotta say, when she doesn’t hate your guts, she’s the sweetest little thing. And when she hears you’re the one helping avenge her late husband, she’s more than eager.” His voice was smug.

Late Husband? I feel sick to my stomach. She thinks I’m dead, and she has no memories of Neytiri. Why would she go looking for us?

“All I had to do was tell her a sob story about how the natives killed you and kidnapped my son, and she fell right into the palm of my hand. Even got her to help with some of my more carnal urges,” he drawled on.

‘Fucking bastard!’ Grinding my teeth until they ache.

“Now, why don’t I show you how easy it is?” He trailed off.

The video on the screen moved shortly after, and the door opened, showing Quaritch and (Y/N). 

(Y/N) alive and moving, not simply a still picture, proof that she’s living and breathing. Quaritch opens the door, acting like a gentleman, “Right this way, Darlin’.”

“Thank you, Sir,” She responds softly. Her voice is so sweet even in her new body; it still sounds like her.

Quaritch closes the door before slipping his arms around her waist, “You still want this, Darlin’?” He asks like he gives a damn.

The smile she gives him is so sweet, “Yes, I’m sure,” and Quaritch seals their mouths in a kiss, his hand moving to grab her face, turning her more towards him. I can hear the sounds of their lips moving together through his com.

Quaritch moves his hand up and down, petting her waist, firmly groping her hips at every stroke. Slowly, he moves down, placing open-mouth kisses on her neck, the wet suckling loud over the com. His other hand slipped under her tank top, patting at her navel, creeping closer to her breast and under her shorts each time.

I suck my lip between my teeth, biting down.

“Take this off for me, Darlin’,” He demands, pulling in her top.

(Y/N) obeys, shimmying out of her top, revealing no bra underneath. Her breasts are perky in this body, similar to Neytiri’s. A breath hisses through my teeth because she’s gorgeous.

Human or na’vi, I can never stop thinking she’s perfect.

Quaritch grasped a breast in each hand, pinching her nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. A moan escaped her lips, and it traveled straight to my groin. Quaritch switched between different tactics on her breasts, needing, pinching, pulling, and rolling, and her moans became even louder. Only the sight of Quaritch keeps my hands from wandering to my slit.

Quaritch looked into the camera and said, “You’re my pretty girl, aren’t ya? Come on, I wanna hear you say it.”

(Y/N) blushed before stammering, “Y-yes, I’m your pretty girl.”

“Na, you didn’t use my name. Try again,” His grin widened further.

Her pretty blue skin darkened into a violet from her blush, “I’m Quaritch’s pretty girl,”

“Yes, you are, and you’re my good girl,” He said before reclaiming her lips.

His fingers never ceased their movements, pulling more gasps from her. Quaritch bit down on her neck. A red ring was on (Y/N)’s neck when he pulled away.

“I want you to take the rest of these clothes off and lay on your bed all pretty like. And Darlin’, give me a show.” Quaritch demands, stepping away from her. 

(Y/N) steps away a little further from him before bending over at the waist, pulling her cargo shorts down, wiggling her hips as she pulls them off. A gasp left my chest at the sight of her panties. As she turned back to Quaritch, I got the full view. (Y/N) wasn’t wearing the standard issue undergarments. Instead, she’s wearing a white lacey thong. The white lace slipped between her ass cheeks, the white peaking out and framing the insides of her ass. The white stood out starkly against her blue skin, and my mouth went dry.

“Is that for me, Darlin’? All that pretty lace just for me?” Quaritch wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass and pushing them together.

“Yeah,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft but loud with her voice next to the com, “I wanted to be pretty for you,”

Quaritch chuckled, “You’re always pretty for me, Doll,” He lets go after giving her a quick kiss.

(Y/N) bends over, giving me the perfect view of her ass, as she slips the panties down, revealing the last bit of hidden skin to me. She turns to walk toward her bed, and I see her slit. It’s slightly open, but her slick is translucent, not a hint of the blue color it should be. It makes me feel smug knowing that while Quartich can make her feel good, he doesn’t have her heart because if he did, then the hormones caused by emotional attachment would make it blue. 

(Y/N) lays on her back, and her hands hold onto the metal bars of her cot. Giving me the perfect view of her body splayed, showing more of the stripes I want to map out with my tongue. 

“Look at you, Darlin’,” Quaritch trailed a finger from her calf to her thigh, “You’re already wet for me.” Sliding his finger along her slit. 

She wiggles her hips as a small moan escapes her lips.

“You can be louder than that, Doll. Come on, it’s just the two of us.” Quaritch goads her, forcing a finger into her slit.

The groan that came out of her was filled with pleasure and pain. Her slit wasn’t relaxed enough for entry. I furrow my brow at the thought. Is this how he always treats her? Does she think that this is as good as it gets in a Na’vi body?

“That’s a good girl, opening up for me so well,” Quaritch croons.

But she isn’t. If she were genuinely interested, then she would be much wider and more slick.

“Feels good,” She whines.

“Well, that’s good, 'cause I’m gonna give you more,” With that, he added another finger. 

Her moan was more shrill this time, the pain worse than the pleasure, no doubt. Her slit pushed out more of the translucent clear slick, trying to ease the way more. A wet, squelching noise is picked up by the coms, coming from her slit as Quaritch pumps two fingers into her slit. He starts to wiggle them around, shocking a moan out of (Y/N).

“Oh! Right there! Don’t stop!” Her moans were loud as he finally did something right. 

“Just like that, huh, Babygirl?” Turning his hand as he continues his onslaught of her slit. 

“Yes!” (Y/N) arches her back off the bed, chasing his fingers, not wanting them to leave.

“You’re almost there, Darlin’,” He comments as he adds a third finger. 

(Y/N) grinds her hips into his digits, trying to force them deeper, “More! Please, more!” She begs.

My slit is open at her cries, my dick peaking out, wanting to answer my mate's call.

“Alright Doll. I’m listening,” Quaritch removes his fingers and unzips his pants, pulling them down just enough to show his slit and free his dick.

He straddles her, lining his cock with her slit. I can see her inner tendrils peaking out, attempting to reach him. 

“Please, Sir, don’t tease me,” (Y/N) eyes were wide and trusting. 

“Don’t worry, Darlin’, I won't.” And he sinks in.

Her inner tendrils meet with his cocks spines, latching onto one another, fitting like a puzzle, before they connect at their slits.

Even though the shitty quality of the camera, I can see (Y/N)’s pupils dilate as they cover the golden of her iris. The moan that escapes her is sinful, and my cock is dropping out of my slit. My hand covers the exposed flesh, soon turning into me handling it, grasping my dick as I use my precum to ease my glide. 

“Ready for the rest Darlin’?” And with that, Qauritch begins thrusting.

The bastard is stupid enough to think that you’re supposed to thrust with these bodies. But (Y/N) isn’t entirely against it. She tried to keep them connected, following him with every thrust out, but she cried with pleasure.

“Yes!” She screams, wrapping her legs around his waist. 

Her scream made my spines flex, trying to find our mate to pleasure. I had to let go of my dick, stopping myself from cumming so soon. 

“So fucking tight, Doll, caressing my dick like that. Being such a good girl for me,” He grunts, trying to fight the natural urge to lock with her instead of thrusting. 

“Please, Sir, please!” She cries, reaching to pull him forward. 

“You know I got an idea, Doll,” He pants, struggling to get the words out.

Quaritch reaches behind himself, grabbing his queue, “This here is supposed to work like when we get stuck together. Maybe we can try it now? Make you feel so good,” He murmurs, grabbing ahold of (Y/N)’s queue. 

I panic at the slight, their queues beside each other, nearly making the bond.

“Na, maybe next time, though,” Quaritch releases their queues, looking into the camera, the smug bastard knowing what that would have meant. 

“Sir! Please! No more teasing!” (Y/N) begs, the stimulation becoming too much.

“Okay, Doll,” He forces their slits together, and they mend close by his spines and her tendrils.

They grind together, moaning and whining as everything goes into place.

‘“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You’re there! You’re in my cervix!” (Y/N) screams her release, her legs trembling from the pleasure. 

“Take it, Doll. Take all of my cum! Gonna fuck a baby into ya,” Quaritch hisses.

Hey, eyes are screwed shut, head thrown back, “Yes! Please, Jake! I want your baby!”

My climax hits me unexpectedly, hearing her demand my baby. I grasp at my dick as cum flows through the tip, covering the blankets I’m sitting on in my cum. As waves of pleasure wash through me, I grip my spines, trying not to allow them into the cool air as I cum. As I come down from my high, my chest is heaving, but I look at the monitor, and what I see scares me. If looks could kill, then Quaritch would have killed (Y/N) long ago, and that’s only if he doesn’t do it now. I hised at him as if he could hear me through the computer. 

Quaritch looks up at the camera, tracing a finger around her queue, neck, and heart before gesturing for his knife, “It won’t be long now,” Before rutting into her again. Quaritch returns to his pleasure, and I know what I need to do. 

Without even cleaning myself, I leave the station, rushing to Neytiri. We have a mate to save.

#avatar #lunaskinktober2023 #atwow #avatar way of water #kinktober #smut #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x you #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully #atwow quaritch #recom quaritch #quaritch smut #quaritch x reader #avatar quaritch

[t-hal-mothman]

I have accumulated several references to my irkens that I would like to post! they are all made in the same style for my own convenience, so they are not pretentious and for the most part contain simple quick info

I also just removed the height ruler from here, which I used to compare them but for those who really cares: my irkens are made here the way that if I throw one character into the ref of another, they would be identically correlated by their actual height to each other (I just put a lot of effort into it for some reason :D)

To begin with, there's a lady named Slush! (which is literally not her real name, but for random dudes it's always just "Slush")!

She is quite chaotic and wild, actually a good girl, but sometimes she is stupid. Also you can address her as you like, with any pronoun, you can say that she is in some sense a genderfluid! :D

Her title is "artificer" and once she was on the staff of the same hardworking bees who are engaged in the Irken heritage in the field unrelated to the art of warfare

She was among those who monitor the preservation of what few people are interested in at the present time and has skills that no one really needs, but she was glad that she had been involved in at least something for many years (btw, she is not so loyal to the Empire in a sense, but you can never tell about her real loyalty, no one knows, not even herself)

But work brought her physical and mental injuries, and life turned into a series of incoherent pictures in the depths of her PAK So escaping against the system and burning days in a box was what eventually led her to a new life (with a slightly unbalanced defective on his own space station)

And the one slightly unbalanced defective mentioned above named Echo!

He can be a serious grouch and a good-natured person at the same time. In general he is a pretty good listener. You can't tell by him, but he is a smiling guy! :D

This dude is a kind of opponent of the Empire, but silently. His position is not one that he would like to lose. He just doesn't do anything that would put his position in danger. In the days of his active work for the Empire, he and his team was once responsible for the creation of parasite devices, but did not reach the end. For many who worked, the idea remained just an idea :)

In any case, Echo loves nature very much. In fact, at the moment, he has the title of "Ecologist" and he is engaged in research on the restoration and terraforming planets and biomes, to reproduce them after catastrophic events or organic sweeps.

As for Sylvie, they are Echo's favorite pet (Good girl, best friend!) They are a very smart beast and do a lot of work during Echo's off hours. Trained and taught, Sylvie is an integral part of his life.

#iz #invader zim #invader zim oc #irken oc #irkensona #irken empire #my art #my oc stuff #iz oc

[sorenblr]

What is your opinion on the sexual cutscenes of FF16? I think a similar question was previously asked about Triangle Strategy and it seemed rather forced for the sake of pretending to be a more mature story, when FFT didn't rely on the explicitly sexual content to tell a mature story.

(This ask and the response are based on information that has been available as early as the demo and shouldn't contain any spoilers for the full game).

I don't mind a good sex scene and find the strangely puritanical reaction against sex depicted in film and television to be one of the most alien and frustrating discourses in recent years, but in this case it just seems to be the natural consequence of Yoshi P. demanding that his team watch the fucking GoT box-set:

...We wanted to create something that really resonated with a lot of people. And when we saw how Game of Thrones, and before that the Song of Ice and Fire series, has really resonated with players, we knew that this was something that we wanted to do as well. When we first started creating the game, we had our core team of about 30 members very early on buy the blu-ray boxset of Game of Thrones and required everyone to watch it, because we wanted this type of feel.

Game of Thrones made a lot of people a lot of money, and we thought to ourselves, boy, we would also like some of that money.

A larger distinction is that GoT features real actors who are, you know, people, and so it's not terribly embarrassing to see them stripped and smashing their shit together or jacking off or whatever. FFXVI, according to the aesthetic preference of an entire industry, is populated by uncanny digital homunculi only crudely approximating the appearance of real people with the animating force of God's breath filling their lungs. I don't anticipate that FFXVI will have full-bore, hog-out ramming or anything- I assume it's just a lot of post-coital sideboob, maybe a glimpse of Clive's weird little ass here and there- but in this presentational mode it would play closer to comedy if you're not catastrophically addicted to Overwatch porn.

There is a reason the camera would always cut away before Kratos starts fucking. You don't want to see that shit. You think you want to see it, but you don't want to see it. Do you expect to profit by seeing what David Jaffe in his wisdom has obscured from our eyes? This isn't In the Mood for Love. A color pencil rendering by some chronically masturbating teenage fan submitted to EGM in 2006 would be more stimulating than whatever these games are capable of showing you. You don't need to see Kratos' stroke game. You haven't even earned the right.

Beyond the unintended aesthetic effect of these things, I don't really trust this team to incorporate that influence in a meaningful or considered way, based on what I've seen of the game thus far. It extends to the 'epic medieval violence' and the prolific use of 'fuck'. I love fuck like a brother so please understand when I say that this is an incredibly remedial deployment of the term. The fuck sauce is not imitable. You simply have it or else it'll never be yours. A decade of stewarding radically PG-13 MMO quest dialogue has closed off the way to that place for Michael-Christopher Koji Fox.

And the insistent comparisons to Matsuno's oeuvre from the fanbase, often as a defensive appeal to legitimacy wherever the GoT influence is noted, are bordering on the absurd. Vaguely medieval politicking was apparently the only mark of his work that ever found purchase in people's minds, and none of the particular aesthetic, aural, or tonal distinctions that made those games living and vital. I don't expect that this game will have a meaningful resonance with those works except that people will be furious when the narrative inevitably ends with Clive facing off against some sort of ogre or deity instead of late medieval Karl Rove. But I also don't expect I'll have anything meaningful to share on the matter until I've seen for myself if it's as blandly imitative as it all seems. I mean, it's at least coming from an incredibly cynical place, as evinced in the quote above.

I don't have $650 USD burning a hole in my pocket at the moment, but I would love to be proven wrong whenever I have the chance to play it in like, late 2024. I similarly thought that FFXV looked totally insipid but then found it very affecting. Combat is an easy sell as one of the last living "character-action guys". You can use 'Stinger', that's good. There's a cooldown on the launcher? What the fuck is wrong with these people? It's probably still pretty good.

final fantasy sex thoughts postscript: they should make FFX-3 but it's about wakka and he always has one nut hanging out of his shorts and every 15 minutes he tucks it back in and says "sorry 'bout that brudda" to no one in particular but then it just immediately falls back out. also he's racist against al-bhed again

#ask #final fantasy #final fantasy xvi #ffxvi #god of war #kratos #game of thrones #posts that smell like low tide at the pier

[pinkhairandpokemon]

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[Attached: A link to a blog post made by a user called “casteliantruthseeker”.]

Reshiram Gone Rogue? The TRUTH Behind Route 14 Forest Fire

“As most Unovan trainers and civilians were likely alerted by their Rotom-Phones or X-Transceivers at the time of the event, a ginormous wild fire suddenly ravaged the forests surrounding Route 14 yesterday, laying utter waste to the landscape. Even as I type, rangers are doing everything they can to keep it from spreading to the nearby town. Everyone is speculating on how this travesty might’ve even started to begin with- many are assuming it was just irresponsible campers leaving their fire unattended, or trainers going a bit too all out in battle with a Fire-type, but today I’m here to give you all the REALITY of what actually caused it all!

Several eye-witness reports who were at the scene have shared some claims that sound outlandish at first glance- that the legendary dragon and embodiment of Truth itself was THERE at the scene. That’s right, RESHIRAM. One person even said they saw it soaring over the catastrophe, cloaked in its sacred flames and reveling in the mass destruction it’d brought down upon the land.

I can already tell you’re thinking, “what? Reshiram would never! It’s one of Unova’s divine protectors, and it even has a trainer!” To which I respond, let me give you a moment to remember who exactly that trainer is.

Ex-Galar Champion Blake, who- as you all likely recall- was the trainer who lead the region’s Gym Leader’s retaliation against Team Plasma’s siege on the Pokémon League two years ago. Some- heck, the majority of people- view their actions against the so-called “criminal organization” as heroic, but I ask you to look at yesterday’s events and question if that was really the case. Was it really an act with Unova’s best interest in mind, or was it just a result of the League’s corrupt nature seeking to snuff out any who dared hold different views and morals than them? So much so that they even sought out a god to help carry out their assault?!

Now, I’m not saying Team Plasma was without fault- they did recruit the other legendary dragon to their cause as well, after all, and caused a mass panic with that whole castle thing. But just think about it for a moment- one dragon was simply responding to the desperate hearts of people passionate enough to make a much needed change in the world, while the other was sought out and forced to work alongside the region’s most powerful trainers, all for the sake of squashing out some “troublemakers”- AKA people who were doing nothing but fighting for what they believed in.

Now that I have you all questioning who was really the “hero” that historical day, let me turn your attention back to yesterday’s events. You’ve probably heard that in the past month, a group claiming to be the revived Team Plasma have begun to make their activity known throughout Unova. Not long before all of this, Reshiram and its renowned trainer were spotted in Castelia City. A pretty coincidental time for the savior of Unova to return, huh?

And now we’re here, with a burning forest and a legendary dragon on the loose. What exactly am I getting at here, you ask? Well, it’s quite simple- BLAKE is nor was ever the “hero of Unova” you all make them out to be. Remember how they were also the one to stop both the emergencies in Galar and Kalos, right? And when you really think about it, Team Plasma was just trying to STOP catastrophes like those from happening ever again. Separation from Pokémon = no one able to abuse their power for nefarious schemes. From my perspective? It seems like Blake had let all the attention and praise from their great feats go to their head, so much so that they attacked Plasma- the ones who were ACTUALLY trying to save the world- just to add more to their name. And of course, because they had the League backing them up, they were painted as the good guy, while no one in Unova even bothered to question if Plasma’s ideas held any water! Because if the League and goodhearted trainers like Blake oppose it, then surely it’s bad, right?

And today, Blake and their arsonist dragon are back while Plasma is at large in the region once more. To crush them once again, I bet, and then go and gloat their heroic efforts to the world. But clearly, Plasma isn’t the main threat here- their operation is nowhere near as big as it once was. Today they’d just be considered a band of petty street criminals at worst! While here we blatantly see the hero of truth, abusing their title and razing wildlife to the ground.

So, what do I say needs to be done about all this? I say that this pink-haired menace needs to be brought into custody, thoroughly questioned, and have Reshiram confiscated from their person- while this time we as Unovans not make the same mistake of turning our heads away from Plasma again. At the end of the day, they are just people who want to fix the wrongdoings in the world and make it better for all of us- who are we to ostracize them when we could just hear them out instead? Liberating our Pokémon may sound uncomfortable, but think of all the crimes humanity have abused these wonderful creatures to commit, and ask yourself- is there really any other way to prevent it? Maybe Pokémon liberation isn’t the answer, but we’ll never know for sure if we jump to immediate punishment for the ones who preach it.”

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The fuck is this Plasma sympathizer conspiracy theory bullshit that popped up on my dash today. Why is this how I hear about the wildfire. I’m not even Unovan and I’m unbelievably pissed off.

I looked into it more and there is no actual confirmation of Reshiram being present at the scene. Yes, there were a few claiming to have seen it, but not enough to be all that significant? Fuck is this loser on about.

Goddammit, I just wish Blake would answer their fucking texts so we could at least know they’re okay. It’s been over a month…

-Auberi

#interlude arc #drama stakes pokeblogging #(( I guess )) #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pokeblog rp #pokemon #pokemon oc #pokemon rp #trainer blake #rival auberi

[cognitosclowns]

ALRIGHT I know part 2 just released, but any theories for part 3?

OHOHO HELL YEAH >:) these may be a bit sporadic and out of order, a catastrophic amount of sillies, perhaps some hooliganism, etc, etc, y'all know the drill by now <3

[IJ part 2 spoilers, ofc]

Same cold open as always (in front of the whitehouse, etc) except this time its RON >:)

he MENTIONED being a huge conspiracy nut in college - considering he's most likely gonna remember elements of Reagan's script, I 100% believe he's gonna slip back into that.

WE GET A GIGI BACKSTORY EPISODE!!! Otherwise I will just start biting people

ok this is just a plea to the IJ writers BUT STILL

JUST,,, PLEASE </3 I want Gigi lore. Her character is delightful, and there's so much potential for interesting backstory. They've set up all these little threads [her working her whole life to get where she is but still being unsatisfied, 'I could get used to being unremarkable', feeling ignored] now I just want them to elaborate on them.

I might be biased bc I love Gigi to death but COME ON, IT FEELS LIKE SHE'S GETTING SHELVED SO MUCH!! I'm so glad she got to do more this season, esp w/ Reagan, but I'm yearning for lore

tldr. Give me a Gigi episode or give me death.

Air Bud (AB) and Alpha-Beta (AB). Can you see where I'm going with this can you see the wires crossing

I'm sorry but I need the silly robot man to get jealous of the team paying more attention to Air Bud than him.

I can picture it so vividly like a vision from an angry god just

'Of course we're a team! we've even got loveable non-human sidekick who grew beyond his original purpose, gained human traits, and became all the better for it!'

-haha, well, I wouldn't exactly describe myself as a side-'

'Air Bud :D'

'I beg your fucking pardon, Mister Hand?'

in short I need smb to offhandedly refer to Air Bud as AB, and watch this man have a cyberstroke from pure jealousy.

speaking of my favorite man,

ALRIGHT,,,, I DO KINDA REALLY WANT TAMIKO DATE 2.0,,,,,,,

I don't really ship them but the potential here is too powerful. I need to experience more of Whatever The Fuck Happens To AB's Mind When He Sees A MILF

Tell me it wouldn't be delightful to see this clown try and ask Tamiko on a proper date. Tell me that wouldn't be magical to witness. It'll be an absolute car crash and I pray the writers give it to us.

also because if (lets be honest, when) he gets rejected, his dramatic, self-pitying crywank moment is going to be. so good. Teenager sulking in their bedroom watching rom-coms and crying about how 'that was just like me and Tamiko 🥺🥺🥺' levels of pathetic. I know it in my heart of hearts. I physically can't wait.

I think overall I just want this man in situations. bad situations. bad not good situations where he will act both bad and not good <3

THE ROBES,,, UH,,,, HRM,,

*GESTURES VAGUELY* THERE'S SO MANY OPTIONS IDK YET GIVE ME A FEW MONTHS TO STRATEGIZE

They could be anything from aliens, to time travelers, to 4th dimensional beings, robots, clones, ghosts, Just Some Guys (tm), to all of the above in some hodgepodge fruitcake situation.

I will however say that,, at least half of what the Robes told Reagan was probably bullshit. The stuff about all catastrophes having meaning? Not buying it, there's smth up here.

[ALSO,, I'm 90% sure that season 2/part 3 is gonna be the start to an actual Longterm Overarching Plot, which the Robes will no doubt be involved in. Please Please Please, this show is already delightful, and a broader plot would just. *italian hand kiss*]

MISC SHIT, MOSTLY JUST HOPES AND DREAMS:

JRand prison moments. homoerotic prison escape. two bisexual men pressed into a dirt tunnel, who knows what might occur in the heat of passion etc, etc

GLENN CHARACTER ARC!!! We're getting little hints at it,,,, he's tried shrooms,, he's growing closer to the team,,, the bisexual arc is right around the corner for this man I can FEEL IT.

I think we might see Atlantis? We've been getting more stuff about them, and since we've covered pretty much all other Already Mentioned Funky Locations, I think that's gonna be the Big Travel Episode next season!!

BEACH EPISODE!! PLEASE GOD!!! Either combined w/ the above, or separate

[Also, shamefully, I'll admit,,,, I kinda want a musical episode. I have no excuse I just think it'd be so delightful. Please Once-More-With-Feeling, Guy-Who-Didnt-Like-Musicals these bitches Shion, I know you have the power.]

A deep-dive into Andre's psyche. SO many things have been brought up, and I hope they really go in on them. He's coping in 1000 different ways and I don't think a single one of them is good for him.

HM. okie this is getting rambly - I'll probably add more within the next few months as these episodes congeal in my brain, but for now, tysm for the ask!!!

#inside job #inside job spoilers #theories #cyberstroke. thats what I do when your mom- *gets shot*

[lake-archive]

Track 1

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Rap God O

Characters: Sasara Nurude, Original Character (mentioned)

AO3 Link

Track List - Track 2

“Hey, Nurude–San, you've heard of what's going on around here recently?”

Honestly, outside of the usual Sasara had not noticed anything off. Then again, it was usually straight to work and then back shortly after. His work is fun but busy all the same. And he had other things to worry about at this moment. And yet, when this worker at the TV Station continued speaking it had caught his attention. In fact, what he was saying may as well have been a sick joke on its own. That it would slip through the cracks so easily was an even bigger irony. And yet, it didn’t sound too far fetched, not really. There were punks around who loved playing around here and there so maybe it was not that much of a surprise. Well, this fact as a start but how this continued forward was the true irony here.

“There’s this crazy guy roaming the streets taking out one crew after the other! Got quite a few people knocked out already!”

“Ah, is that so?”

“Yeah! And apparently he’s been on the loose! No one’s seen him before and he appears at the most random spots in town! Ya think they’d catch him by now. Guy’s so much of a freak he’s got those cat ears.”

There it was, the odd thing. It may have been straight out of a gag manga itself because… This had to be a joke. Or maybe it was just the mere word ‘cat’ getting him a little curious. Then again it sounded so surreal, it was almost funny again. 

Sasara had taken a sharp turn with his head at that moment, right to the worker to face him, still believing his own ears had tricked him at this very moment. “They’re searching for a guy with cat ears?” He asked, just wanting to check if his hearing had not deceived him. Then again, he wasn’t that old! His hearing should work just fine, shouldn’t it?

“Yeah. Any crew you can imagine wants to battle this guy. He’s wiping them out left and right. All by himself!”

“All alone? He’s got no back up?” That was… Something on its own. And honestly, that was odd. Was there really someone so powerful? This smelled fishy… Very fishy. Yeah, there’s gotta be something very fishy about this. Especially if it was a no name.

“No. He’s going solo.” 

“What’s his name?”

“Uhm… No one’s sure but he introduces himself as ‘O’.”

O going solO… Oh what a name, who wouldn’t be at the brink of snickering? “Ooooh, got it~”

“Hey, does your group have any intention to battle him? Ya gotta show him who’s boss!”

“Haha, it’s the first time I hear about this buddy. Who knows~”

“Oh c’mon. If anyone can beat this O guy, it’s you guys!”

It was indeed the first time Sasara had heard about ‘O’. The name alone was great material, he had to admit. And the guy sounded like an absurd existence on his own, suddenly popping into existence and causing an entire catastrophe across Osaka. A classic. 

Is it worth looking into? Of course it is. There was no reason not to. And yet, it also meant to spot this solO rapper or lure him out if all else fails. But there was little to go off… Cat ears… That’s it, really. So if he was to look on his own, he would have no results. And thus he would and will have to rely on someone to help him! And he just knew the man!

Rosho surely heard of it before! Yeah, absolutely! The students should have plenty of info. Might be one of the rumors floating around on campus after all.

As for Rei… Uh… Who knew where this old man was at this point. That guy likes to appear and disappear whenever he wants so it was best to not rely on him. Maybe he has heard but was his information reliable? Hard to say… Well, he was still part of the team so if he shows up— Yeah, if he shows up. There’s no punchline here.

Besides, why not take it as an excuse to freshen up on some skits? This could be the change of pace needed for exactly just that! Such a chance doesn’t present itself everyday. This might be the one in a lifetime opportunity in fact! How absurd can this get? There’s only one way to figure it out!

Uncover the mystery surrounding the One and Only ‘O’! 

Track List - Track 2

#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #sasara nurude #nurude sasara #hypmic sasara

[allycat75]

In case anyone needs this, but especially you Boston Dumb Fuck!

Do you wonder why you continue to hemorrhage fans no matter what machinations you and your team dream up? It's because you all have your heads so far up your own asses you can't see how ridiculous you look.

For instance, why would anyone trust your political site when you didn't even have the common sense to add an air tight morality clause into your relationship contract? I bet it was because both sides thought it would be you who would fuck up, right? You could have at least put in some milestone triggers, that if certain expectations weren't met within certain timelines, or there was physical, emotional or reputational harm being caused to any party, the contract could be terminated with no consequenses.

Of course, this could be true love and you really married her (oh man, hard to keep from laughing hysterically while typing that), but then you would have to explain away being okay with her antisemitism, racism, fatshaming and arrogance, not to mention multiple violations of immigration law. Plus, if you had been courting her for as long as you say you have, care to address your scorn and disrespect for travel restrictions during Covid, putting thousands at risk for excruciating sickness and even death?

Honestly, you are better off with the fake, poorly contracted relationship. You are still a liar and can't be trusted, but at least you aren't a Nazi lover and possible murderer.

But you were callous enough to think this "relationship" was no big deal because it all worked out for you before. Afterall, Ekhart Tolle told you bad stuff never happens. Well, it does and so does karma, and I hope the effects are real for you. Not that I like anyone to suffer, I just know you have shushed so much out before, I don't know how strong that force is with you. The only way to truly grow as a human (or in your case at the moment, to become a human being, Pinocchio) is to learn from your mistakes, and that can be a rough, dark road to tread. It requires you to deeply examine your life and the decisions you have made, and what you want to change to become the person you feel proud to be. I worry you will resist it because you seem stubborn as fuck and afterall, if past is prologue, white men tend to fail upward so there may be little motivation for the inner work when society will reward you anyway.

But we see ASP as the catastrophe it is, Red One has the potential to ruin Christmas with yet another disingenuous money grab and the romantic comedy you are tied to stars a female lead that doesn't seem to like you much, and you have had poor outcomes with costars that do. The director has a lot of street cred, but I don't know your track record taking orders from a woman. I have already established on this blog that you are no feminist and may even be a bit of a misogynist, whether you are aware of it or not (you know, because of all the previous repression of your thoughts and performative activism that convinced you that was enough).

And then there is the cult leader movie. First, not even sure the size of the role, although it seems to be big and juicy (just like that blunts you smoke to numb the pain of what a joke you have become). But you still have to put in the work, and you have done it before, but not when you are acting like a cult member in real life. I am not sure what your body will be able to portray when you are so dissociated from your reality. Plus, I read this film is part of a trilogy, the first part of which is opening in a couple of weeks. It looks good, but you better hope it paves to way so you have a shot at delivering.

So good luck, you self-absorbed little prick. Here's to changing some of that!

#you are the company you keep #ai in human form #brian wilson vibes #liars suck! #i don't like hypocrites #i hate manipulation #coward #do better #get some help #check your privlege

[brasiliangp]

ik you're over the drugovich thing, but i just wanted to comment and i really like ur blog, and it's long sorry 🩷

as a brazilian i do tend to defend our drivers, but i grew up learning that enjoying f1 shouldn’t be taking you to madness or extreme anger/hate, my family was always very cold about separating the personal and professional life of the drivers, you can take as an example schumacher and senna (or any other sport really) said that, i'm really trying to be impartial!!

so do i like drugovich? yes. do i agree with throwing knifes at lance by tweets? no, for me this is stupid and it counts to everyone no matter if they're famous or not. do i think it's the end of the world and he deserves to be punished? definitely not, it's unprofessional but not catastrophic

the likes were a childish action, but you can understand his side at least a little. he is a good driver, with good results and it's trying to prove that he's there for the team, and he's still being tossed out for the guy that it's only driving bc his dad bought the team. and don't get me wrong, i'm not saying that lance is a monster and horrible person, i think exactly the opposite, he's a sweet guy but too inconsistent to stay in the category. if f1 played fair that seat would go for a future promise who could develop their skills (not necessarily felipe),but that's not how it works

and let's break into some of the arguments bc boy oh boy:

felipe would take fernando's seat - not even a single person who actually watches f1 believes in this bs, nando isn't going to be fired, he's not only better driver than lance or drugo (even when he's inconsistent!!) he has name and power. plus, do any of you really see him retraining this season?! the old man still can drive and is here to stay

what he did was horrible - no it wasn't face it, he is just not loved/known as much as the other drivers so you're not willing to forgive him blindly. those tweets weren't nice but lance already faced worst things including from reporters and the f1 fandom, bc i'm pretty sure that if i scroll down into the profile of each person who's accusing felipe at least 90% already threw rocks at lance for really stupid reasons (and the majority of them aren't old situations) so don't be a hypocrite

i never saw smt like this - yes u did, with the old and actual grid, including worst things counting with crimes!! but this is too long and i'm tired, so no list of names bc none of them are secrets. just don't play dumb about the topic, be fair. while you're killing drugo you're also laughing about crimes like they're nothing more than a silly joke

thank u for ur input and kind words <3

#j's asks

[redwineconversation]

say something babe, do something (Olympique Lyonnais 2024 Contracts)

"You're Losing Me" is about the events which led up to what happened in "Maroon" and I will not entertain theories to the contrary.

Anyway, let's have a chat about Lyon's 2024 contracts, which I have addressed a little in the past and privately, but with Hegerberg's comments, it's worth revisiting.

Here are the major 2024 contracts: Ada Hegerberg, Griedge M'Bock, Delphine Cascarino, Perle Morroni, Christiane Endler, Vanessa Gilles, Vicki Becho, Eugenie Le Sommer.

Those are pretty considerable players. We're talking about the club's best and second best goal scorer, their starting goalkeeper, one of the best center backs in the world, a world class right winger, a world class left back, and arguably a very talented youngster. Losing those players would be catastrophic for the club, especially because there aren't really any equivalent players wandering around.

But why are we in a situation where we could lose such an important part of the roster?

First factor: John Textor taking over Olympique Lyonnais.

Nothing good has come from John Textor being the new owner. He fired Aulas, decided not to pay Aulas' separation agreement, decided to sell the women's team to a friend of his but a stranger to the team, failed to pass the financial watchdog not once not twice but three times, caused massive upheaval in the club, and is more hung up on Botafogo than Beth Mead stans are about the thought of Ellie Carpenter breathing.

John Textor fired Aulas because he didn't want Aulas' influence at the club anymore, and while you can argue that as majority owner he has the right to do what he wants with the club's personnel, Lyon's men team is also sitting bottom of the league and is about to have their third coach in as many months. There is enormous turmoil at Olympique Lyonnais and John Textor is the sole reason for it. He doesn't know what it means to run a successful European club and thinks he can do whatever he wants just like he did with Botofago. European clubs work different.

Perhaps John Textor's only saving grace is that he sold Lyon Feminin to Michele Kang. That's a good thing.

Or, well, is it?

Obviously given the choice between John Textor running Olympique Lyonnais Feminin or Michele Kang running it, I will choose Michele Kang. She is invested in women's soccer, believes in running it like a business, and seems to, at the very least, have some sort of interest in the sports. She has Lyon's interest at heart from a business perspective. She shows up to games, has plans, has ambitions.

All good things.

But what she is lacking is European experience. The fact of the matter is Washington Spirit is not a heavyweight club like Olympique Lyonnais Feminin is and you cannot recruit players for Washington Spirit at all because of the fucking draft the way Lyon needs their recruitment to be run. This club, with its European ambitions, cannot and should be run based on the premise of youth promise or trades.

What works with Washington Spirit is fine because that is restricted to the NWSL where there are no consequences for bad draft decisions. Bad recruitment for a European team can, has, and will cost a team the Champions League. It can, has, and will cost a team the league which affects their ability to go in the UWCL group stages and instead a team will find themselves against the likes of a scalp hunting team like Paris FC.

A team can finish rock bottom in the NWSL and there are absolutely zero consequences for the following season. It's a closed league with nothing at stake. If a team doesn't make the playoffs one season, who cares? There's always the next season. You don't win the Shield, that's a shame. You don't get the winner's bonus but that's it, really. You get another shot at it next season.

Camille Abily raised this concern about the playoffs in her recent OL Night Systems interview. Because of the structure, there is an actual possibility that Lyon might not even qualify for the UWCL playoffs, much less the group stage.

And that is always, always, always going to affect recruitment for a team of Lyon's calibre. I don't have the calendar in front of me, but I think the playoffs are May 12 and May 16 (or somewhere around those dates). Let's just roll with that. Now, Lyon has too many experienced players, too many international players, to be satisfied with not playing UWCL one season.

Ada Hegerberg is not going to stick around for a team who is not going to play Champions League, she just won't. Christiane Endler probably won't. Griedge M'Bock won't. Delphine Cascarino won't. I'm not even sure if the 2025 contracts would stick around - Selma Bacha definitely won't.

The type of players Lyon have just aren't going to accept chilling at home during the weekdays and watching other teams play the UWCL the entire season. That's just not going to happen.

Even if you can lock down these players prior to May 12, 2024 - and that's a massive if - any player with self-esteem is going to have an escape clause. As I said, Hegerberg isn't going to stick around for a team not playing in the Champions League all season. It's not going to happen. So how do you prepare for a team whose significant amount of players will be gun-shy to sign and then will want an escape clause even if they do?

It affects the recruitment. I've been vocal about wanting Leuchter, but would Lyon really be able to attract her? Not as things stand. They can't promise UWCL until May 12 at best, can't guarantee playing time, can't really say anything other than "okay... but like ... maybe... think about it?"

So we're back to the Michele Kang dilemma: what can she do, exactly?

At the moment, absolutely nothing, because she doesn't even officially own this team, and can't own it until OL Reign is officially sold. Seattle Sounders FC have officially entered negotiations to purchase the team but nothing has been finalized, and we are back to John Textor's "trust me, bro" in terms of seeing if it even occurs.

Even Textor had kept on Aulas until the sale of OL Reign was officially completed then there would have been an element of stability which is missing right now. Kang can't even make guarantees because she doesn't even own them. Yes, she's there, yes, she's behind the scenes, and yes, she is showing up.

But she doesn't own them. She can't make those final decisions.

But there is one other major factor: crowd attendance.

It's not a super persuasive argument in my mind, but it's still there. Lyon players deserve bigger crowds than they have. Now, there are factors which do explain the crowd attendance: Lyon's men team are absolutely shit. That does influence crowd attendance for female teams. If the men's team is successful, then people will care about other parts of the club. This will upset certain fan clubs, but let's be quite frank about it.

When Lyon men were capable of winning games, Lyon Fem was hitting in the 25k-30k range attendance at the Groupama Stadium. Then COVID hit, the men started being shit, Lyon Fem went through a season where they were trophyless, and that leads us to today. I'm not saying all of those are great arguments, but they are factors we need to take into consideration.

Lyon Fem gets ripped into for bad performances. The crowd is extremely unforgiving. Lyon had one (1) bad season where they didn't win anything and it did affect crowd attendance at the women's games for the following seasons. There are consequences to not living up to expectations. Lyon's shitty start to the 2022-2023 had consequences which we're still feeling to this day.

The crowd wants to get behind a team who wins. Lyon (Fem) fans have always cared about the football more than the social gathering at games. When Lyon had those wins, the football was a given, and the players didn't have to ask for people to show up. Fans showed up because winning was almost a guarantee.

2020-2021; Fall 2022 took those guarantees away.

It's not to say Lyon isn't trying to rebuild that trust. They are. And I think Kang's idea of building a midsize stadium (10-15k) is the right one. But again there are logistics behind it. Groupama is not the easiest stadium to get to, and the scheduling, especially of the women's games, makes it even more complicated as well. A majority of Lyon fans are 18+ and therefore have actual responsibilities, such as their education or jobs. A 9pm game on a Sunday night is going to affect attendance for fans who work full time. A novel concept for some, but that is the truth. People will (should?) choose to pay bills over attending a game. Though maybe there is a correlation between football social gatherings and unemployment rates.

So yeah, fan attendance is higher in other leagues, and there's reasons for that, amongst which are scheduling (which can be changed by the FFF), and success of the men's teams (in the hands of the Sports Gods).

Hegerberg's comments were annoying and, if I am frank, a little offensive to Lyon. She made it seem like Lyon is deliberately being passive about her contract situation rather than the club having its hands tied due to John Textor's lax definition of management.

Is Lyon's recruitment going to be really, really painful as long as the playoffs exist? Is Lyon's crowd attendance going to suffer while the men have won one (1) game in 12 attempts?

Yes.

It's really, really hard to predict what will happen with the 2024 contracts because these players will only play for UWCL teams. For the first time since 2006, Lyon doesn't know if they will be one.

#all good love stories start in the rain #michele kang #John textor

[motherland-thoughts]

Alder: The Spree trucks incident

Some thoughts about Motherland: Fort Salem. Full spoilers for seasons 1 to the end of 3, you are warned. This is specifically about s1e08 Citydrop. (Sorry this is very long)

The situation is this: 2 Spree trucks, presumably full of mines, are on their way to the Boston airport and they have to be stopped to avoid mass civilian casualties. A strike team is en route but will be too late to stop the mines from either sent into planes all over the country or being used in the airport. Only the instructors and cadets currently in operation in Citydrop are close enough to stop the trucks.

Those are the mission parameters. They’re pretty clear: stop the trucks or let thousands of civilians die.

A reminder that Scylla killed approximately 1600 civilians with one balloon, though it was at a big event with a huge crowd. From the very limited angle of Tally’s Sight, we are shown at least 12 inflatable pool toys, 3 huge metal canisters and 2 smaller thermos-like canisters. There are also barrels and packed pallets that may or may not contain more bottles and inflatables. The death toll could be catastrophic.

Also, the Spree destroyed the car factory themselves minutes after leaving with the trucks. Only the 6th floor was the Spree armory, all the rest of the building was a legitimate workplace with civilian employees inside and the Spree didn’t hesitate to kill them as collateral. The televised report from Alder announces over a hundred of casualties at the factory.

The cadets and their instructors place themselves in the path of the Spree trucks and wait for them to arrive. The army has legal authority and is simply blocking the road. Any amount of stalling here would be to their advantage as there is a strike team on the way. They are not being aggressive.

The 1st Spree truck doesn’t stop and tries to run the cadets over. The cadets defend themselves by windstriking the truck off the road. The Spree are the aggressor.

The 2nd Spree truck stops in the middle of the road to reassess for a minute. They then start driving again and try to run the cadets over like the 1st truck did.

Through Tally’s Sight, the army knows that the Spree have now armed the mines. The Spree’s intention is that the cadets’ windstrike would trigger the mines and kill them all, hostages included. The Spree in the 2nd truck chose the murder-suicide route.

It’s only because of Little Miss Scryer Extraordinaire’s great skill in Sight that the cadets know what the 2nd truck is really trying to do. Thanks to that, Anacostia and the cadets change tactics and windshear the truck to oblivion instead of using winstrike again, avoiding a total bloodbath.

Therefore, in her televised address, Alder told the exact truth: “After our forces intercepted them, the Spree reacted as they always do, with violence and destruction. They chose to execute the hostages […].”

A suicide by cop is still a suicide. A murder-suicide by cop is still a murder-suicide.

Another reminder: the Spree are shown to be somewhat impervious to their own push work (as seen in M:FS s2e08, when Scylla resists at least one of Nicte’s push attack). Meaning that would the Spree survive the windstrike and subsequent crash of the 2nd truck (the Spree in the 1st truck survived the crash) could be getting away alive. So it wasn’t even a murder-suicide by cop, only a murder by cop.

In this instance, Anacostia is the one who lies. When Tally tells her about the hostages, she relays the message to Alder and Alder says: “The mission hasn’t changed. Proceed.” For Alder (and anyone who can count), the maths still works: 7 dead hostages are still better than thousands of dead civilians. There is no other solution. Neither Anacostia nor Tally proposes an alternative. No officer present in the war room proposes any alternative, they all know there isn’t one.

But Tally doesn’t take it well, and Anacostia then lies to her to pacify her:

Tally: “There are innocent people inside!”

Anacostia: “No. The Spree are just making you see things. My intel says there are no civilians onboard.”

That’s the only lie uttered in this whole mission. Alder didn’t lie, and didn’t order Anacostia to lie.

After this lie is the misunderstanding that will lead Tally to be so incensed against Alder:

Anacostia: “Craven. My intel, my orders, come directly from General Alder herself. Do you understand?”

Anacostia is simply trying to impress upon Tally that they don’t have the power to make a decision here, only their Commanding Officer does. But saying this right after her lie makes it sound to Tally that Alder said that there were no civilians onboard.

Now Tally mistakenly thinks that Alder lied when the lie was Anacostia’s.

Later, Tally says to her unit: “I told Anacostia. […] She said that intel came straight from General Alder and that there were no hostages.”

Now all 3 believe that Alder lied to them.

This misunderstanding will most probably never be addressed even though it’s what turns the unit against Alder in the first place, sending them to Petra, sending Petra to Wade, forcing Alder to puppet Wade and precipitating her later demise.

The cadets have sworn the oath to defend civilians with their lives, like every other soldier in the army. It was their duty, like every other soldier in the army, to stop those trucks. It’s only because they’re still in training that they are seen as “children sent to war” in the public eye.

Using the cadets is bad for optics, for the army’s and the government’s reputation. It’s a political and public representation problem, but that’s all it is. It’s the only reason that President Wade takes umbrage of this, for the same reason she always does: her reputation is taking a hit. Her reputation is the only thing she ever evokes as reason for her decisions.

It is unarguable that:

it would have been worse on every level to let the trucks reach the airport unhindered;

the Spree made the decision to execute the hostages;

Alder told the truth about it;

it was the correct decision to let the hostages be sacrificed.

The cadets, and Tally in particular, are traumatized, which is only logical. It would have traumatized more experienced soldiers. It even traumatizes Anacostia, who blames Alder as a way to cope with it.

The Spree did this to them. The Spree’s violence put them in an untenable position. The Spree forced them to kill innocent civilians. The Spree rammed their trucks into them and killed Libba.

The Spree are terrorists, they use terror as a weapon. They might have failed to use it against thousands of civilians, but they still managed to use it against the cadets and public opinion.

Additional considerations:

Why did the Spree even take hostages? Hostages are meant to serve as a shield, to influence your opponent’s actions, but it can’t if they don’t know you have hostages. The Spree didn’t announce that they had hostages, and only Tally Saw them. Anacostia specifically asked Tally to scry on the truck because she knows Tally’s Sight is that exceptional. The Spree wouldn’t have counted on the army’s scrying being that good. It might be a problem in the writing of the scene, but we could also assume that it was done this way to again demonstrate Tally’s great Sight, and to amp up the drama of Tally being the only one to know about the hostages and to think Alder lied. Or it could be that the hostages were always intended to be used as sacrifices in case the trucks were stopped, making it look bad for the authorities that hostages died (which is exactly what happened).

Knowing that hostages were onboard the 2nd truck, Tally refused to participate in the collective windshear to destroy it. There’s a distinct possibility that adding her power to the collective windshear would have finished destroying the small debris that injured some cadets and killed Libba. Adding the fact that it’s been demonstrated that the Bellweather unit’s harmonics are way more than the sum of their individual’s, there’s a really high chance her participation would have saved Libba. She refused to help the Spree kill civilians, and in doing that, also refused to help her sisters who were under threat of death. Nobody ever mentions it but it is very much part of showing how Tally’s immaturity is dangerous to the people around her.

Anacostia states that the instructors present in Citydrop are specifically trained in using Spree works (and thus are better suited than most at resisting Spree works, as demonstrated later by Scylla in M:FS s2e08). Had the mines been triggered near them and the cadets, they would have had a chance to resist them and hopefully help the cadets survive too. Not that there was any alternative, but Alder might have counted on that fact when she gave the order.

Anacostia also states that any cadet failing the Citydrop exam would be put on the list for early deployment instead of being sent to War College. Meaning that, even if Wade makes a great case about Alder sending untested cadets to war, those cadets were potentially hours away for being deployed anyway (although, they would have been deployed only after graduation day, which is still a few days away). Wade’s uproar really is just about semantics and appearances.

It’s possible that the army could have warned the civilian authorities of the arrival of the trucks, and maybe they did (it wasn’t on the list of possibilities voiced in the war room during the incident). Assuming there was even time for them to do something about it, the civilian police could have blocked the road, and the airport authorities could have evacuated the airport and grounded all the planes. This would have reduced the number of casualties, but, as the Spree demonstrated, they would have simply activated the mines and rammed into roadblocks to reach whatever amount of civilians they could. The deployed police forces and any civilian bystanders would still certainly have died en masse for it. Having the cadets intercept the trucks was still, by far, the better solution.

#tally craven #sarah alder #motherland fort salem #analysis #long post #save motherland fort salem

[zalrb]

OTH 3X05 Rewatch Review

OTH won.

1. I keep forgetting OTH is on Prime

2. IIIIIIIIIIII DON’T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYYYY

3. One Tree Hill wants Tree Hill to be a basketball town so badly and doesn’t put in any of the effort.

4. I like how stiff these cheerleaders actually are.

5. “You’re breaking her heart you know that?” I’m sorry, he nearly died and she DIDN’T COME HOME.

6. Lucas, SHUT UP. You were the one who cheated on your girlfriend with her best friend and then dated that girlfriend’s neighbour broke up with said neighbour and went next to that girlfriend’s house RIGHT AFTER BREAKING UP WITH HER NEIGHBOUR

7. Right, I forgot they thought he kissed Haley. I mean, still though.

8. The fight between Nathan and Lucas escalates to an unbelievable point, it would not cause a brawl between the team, that’s dumb.

9. Peyton, if you hate being a cheerleader, stop being a fucking cheerleader, jesus christ.

10. OH MY GOD, A WOMAN WITH ARMPIT HAIR? BURN HER AT THE STAKE.

11. Every time I see Rachel, I think about how me and my friend shipped Jensen with Sophia, I don’t even know HOW that came about but we were like Chad is disgusting and Sophia and Jensen should totally date and get married and Chad can choke and die then we found out Jensen was with Danneel and we were like ....................

12. Chris’ album name is “Keller Instinct”? Ugh.

13. I like how Chris is supposed to be a hot shot musician but also has nothing better to do than hang around Haley and Chris, that’s weird dude.

14. It’s funny I rewatch Veep a lot and this character Jonah who is terrible is about to be offered like hundreds of million of dollars for his website and Selina the protagonist is like:

and every time one of the characters is like “Dan’s running for mayor?? It’s like...” I think of this scene.

15. This shit is SO unsanitary.

16. Dan, you’re running your own campaign.

17. I am posting this without comment and tagging @initiumseries​

18. I totally forgot about Gigi.

19. The casting as Ellie as Peyton’s birth mom was a good choice though.

20. Oh God, is Peyton going to see Ellie’s picture of her and be like YoU LiEd To mE!!!! It is this scene right.

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22. (it is).

23.

24. At least she isn’t crying this time.

25.

OH MY GOD, PEYTON, GET A FUCKING GRIP 

26. I am so done with these scenes, can we move on.

27. Ha.

28. What is this dialogue? What does it even mean?

29. I like how she puts this on Nathan like she didn’t kiss him and insist on working with him and didn’t ask Nathan to come with her on tour

Once again I am reminded of how I like Naley together but build up Naley not so much.

30. “If you work with Chris and end up having feelings for him again, then I guess I have my answer.” “That’s ridiculous, Nathan, that’s not fair!” I mean, how though? You didn’t even say you didn’t have feelings for him, Haley. THIS IS HIS POINT.

31. I like how when Dan actually is mayor it’s not really a catastrophe, unless I’m misremembering.

32. At least Peyton tackles Rachel when she punches Brooke.

33. Like these fights don’t make sense because it’d be an entire team and an entire squad trying to pull apart TWO people of their OWN team/squad.

34. You were slut shaming Brooke like 2 seconds ago, Rachel

35. At least he looks uncomfortable here, with Brooke he looks bewildered and then into it by the very end.

36. This always bothered me because it DOESN’T. MAKE. SENSE. Is it last year or two years ago?

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38. I always found it HILARIOUS that Brooke slaps Rachel and Lucas just watches like damn, Brooke. Doesn’t even go to see if Rachel’s OK.

39. “You know that thing about judging a book by its cover? Well it’s true. Sometimes you gotta read the whole thing” this is the clumsiest shit ever, STOP TALKING.

40. Nathan, why are you lurking by a tree?