#05 challenge

[01themagician]

-- 8. Teach others something about your area of study that they may not know about. + 17. What misconceptions do people have about your area of study?

-- as my area of study from bachelors #1 was english and a tiny bit of programming... well! popular misconceptions are just a lot of the material from the first section of our english grammar textbook: THE NOUN. like plural forms! ox, child, and brother can form plural with the -en ending (german thing!); fish and fruit are the same in plural UNLESS youre talking about multiple kinds of fish or fruit; words like cutlery, foliage, and family mean a bunch of stuff but theyre singular and i think that a fun type of noun; and also the english has two cases, officially--nominative and genitive--but some pronouns still have accusative/dative form (german thing!), e.g. he is here--thats his book--i see him--i give him the book. who also has an accusative/dative form, which i love, because people often dont use it and you can see it becoming archaic almost real-time: whom!

as for my current area of study--game design--i think i myself have misconceptions about it, and as its a realtively new discipline, it doesnt have strong bases of teaching/learning and who knows what shape it it will take specifically in these years, specifically in this uni.

-- today, I am looking forward to shopping! um. and being mindful of my spending habits of course!!! (nervous smile) its just that i have a little coupon for a discount at this clothing store and its only valid in august sooo... -- today, I choose a proactive stance!! -- today, my goals are to do some chores!! WHOOO!!

-- ♪ левко -- мішень ♪

#01 my post #05 challenge #shopping day today... get some food before lunch -> maybe go clothes shopping in the afternoon -> german class?? #sounds like a lot but i might just be able to swing it! #and re: song of the day MANNN modern ukrainian music is such a fucking vibe #theres a public playlist the uni made for welcome days and im looking through my likes for songs made by my brethren AND sistren i could ad #and i keep discovering new stuff along the way in the recommended section. its so good!!

[justyalocalmoss]

Sonic art month - Day #26 Fake screenshot I misunderstood the assignment, but I finished it and handed it in so-

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #sth #sonic #shadow fanart #shadow #shadow the hedgehog #sonic x shadow #sonadow fanart #sonadow #shadow 05 #sonic art month #art month challenge #digital art #art #artists on tumblr #gay

[iconsumethesoulsofthedamned]

Give me a Hannibal character and I’ll fill this out for them.

#character bingo #ask challenge #asks #hannibal fandom #Hannibal #Hannibal nbc #Sotl #it’s 7:05 in baltimore marylin baby

[hashioki7]

Their first night together

It had been about 10 minutes since Travis went to take a shower.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room illuminated by a faint orange glow, Laura gripped the hem of her pajamas. The coffee they had after dinner still sat untouched on the coffee table in front of her. But she had no intention of touching it now.

Travis always took quick showers. He would be out soon.

Her heart was racing, and she felt a dryness in her throat. The standing lamp next to the sofa illuminated her profile, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she knew that wasn't the only reason.

This wasn't Laura's first experience with a man. She had been with Max before, and even before him, Laura had managed quite well. She wasn't inexperienced like a clueless virgin, and she believed she knew how to please her partner while also enjoying herself.

So why was she feeling so nervous now?

The ticking of the clock on the wall echoed loudly in her ears. Soon, Travis would finish his shower and come here. Then she would be enveloped in his warm, clean scent, bury her face in the soap-scented nape of his neck, and feel his rough hands pull up her pajamas to caress her back—

Feeling a warmth pulsating in her lower abdomen, Laura released the hem of her pajamas. She rubbed her hands against the thin pink cloth, moistened with sweat.

"Laura."

Startled by the sudden voice from behind, she turned around almost jumping. Travis, wrapped in a black sweatshirt, steam rising from his warm body, stood there looking somewhat lost.

She wasn't the only one feeling nervous.

She let out a small sigh of relief, hoping Travis wouldn't notice. Under his uncertain gaze, Laura smirked mischievously and smiled.

The night was still young.

#i write one flash fic every day #continue for 30 days #travis x laura #Flash fic challenge 05

[sophiainspace]

Snowflake Challenge #1 and #5

Challenge #1: Update your fandom information. Post your answer to today’s challenge in your own space and leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

Me: Oh hey, it's time for the fandom Snowflake Challenge again. Sure, I can update my fic masterlist, that won't take long

*2 hours later*

Well, here's my updated Fic Masterpost. Turns out it was 2019 when I last updated this thing. All 82 of my damn fics should now be listed here. Hopefully. Now I just need to copy this to Dreamwidth...

(I already updated my About Me post fairly recently.)

Challenge #5: Search in your current space, whether brick-and-mortar or digital. Post a picture (a link to a picture will be fine!) or description of something that is or represents:

I did cheat and look for some of these pics on the internet, but a fair few were in my files and/or my house...

1. Something your favorite character would like

Sure we've all headcanoned Len's favourite ice creams but why are we sleeping on Mick Rory's flaming desserts

2. Something that makes you laugh

I sent this to my spouse recently. They liked it

3. A fandom place you would like to visit

4. A fandom creator (pro or not) you'd like to meet

I am recently obsessed with Slayers and its co-author, Amber Benson. And I had this saved in files for some reason so...

5. Something you find comforting

I really wish I had some in the house right now, but I'm not leaving this bed even for chocolate

6. Something from a favorite TV series or movie from your childhood

Can't believe I don't have some fandom memorabilia in my house from this, my first fandom and still the best. I looked.

7. A piece of clothing you love

There's a lot of btvs stuff in this list.

8. A book or song with a color in the title

'Rainbow' might be cheating, but this was the only colour-related book I could see in my Kindle library. (I was using it for work recently. Some of the chapters are so good!)

9. Something only someone in your fandom would understand

Why had I saved this to my files. Why.( I mean clearly the answer is always "fic" but still)

#snowflakechallenge2024 #challenge 01 #challenge 05 #fanfic and fandom #my fic

[punisheye]

[ text ] Liv aryuou [ text ] fck [ text ] Areoyh

Texting while running is fucking impossible, so he instead opts to send a voice message instead: "Are you home? Stay inside. I'm comin' over. I'll tell ya everything when I'm there."

Livio's in Archimedes. He's been there enough. Meryl's there, too, so he can pop over to her next easy enough. If the other Vash is home, well, they just might run into each other, or maybe his Vash'll get to him first. Vash's brother lives there now, too.

He has to catch a train into Archimedes. Lucky for him, there's no dead people waiting in the train cars for him, but he still keeps the Punisher held close. It's still early in the morning, and people are beginning to head to work, and he must be quite the sight to the early morning commuters. Sitting there in a hoodie and sweatpants with his massive cross-shaped gun.

Wolfwood rents a motorcycle for the day, holding up his phone to send off the required amount of Dust, and then probably breaks multiple traffic laws getting to the residential area as quickly as possible.

He sags heavily against the wall next to the front door of Livio's condo, breathing hard. Wolfwood lifts his hand then, giving a few steady knocks.

"Liv, it's me. Open up."

@deathpacito

#deathpacito #deathpacito 05 #amoirsetpacis: giant challenge #hiii hiiiiiii

[plasma-studios]

why can't we ever burn the right way?

@angstober Day 05: Dried and Cracked.

TW/CW: Hurt no comfort, physical hurt, emotional hurt, soul science (non-sexual), mind rewiring (when Nightmare eats the apple), injury, fire and ice imagery, coma(? or something like that). Fandom: UTMV/Undertale Word count: 1.5k

Summary:

Nightmare and Dream have peculiar souls, but it hardly matters. Then the Apple Incident happens, and ah. Nightmare's soul becomes a ghost of its former self and Dream's soul burns itself (and Dream) alive. Maybe it would be better if they just died. But that's the one thing they cannot do.

ao3: (x)

Nightmare had been thinking of dying souls for the past hour. Perhaps it was morbid. Perhaps it was mere curiosity. He had never seen a dying soul before. The sketch in the book had been his first time seeing anything like it. it had been grayed (his eyes flew to his own purple glow, faint beneath his clothes but unmistakably there) and shrivelled up. The folds resembled raisins quite a lot.

He felt guilty for that comparison for some reason, but it was true. The soul-skin was all shrivelled and dried up. It was what dying— not dead— souls looked like. What souls looked like before Falling Down.

Yet even in their prime, the soul in the book looked completely different compared to his own.

So Nightmare thought his soul was very strange. For one, it weighed. Souls were usually light and weightless, floaty and delicate. Instead, his soul weighed like a rock in his ribs.

For another, souls usually took the form of hearts. He’d read it in books. Yet his soul was, to put it bluntly, a ball of purple light. 

One final thing. Souls were usually warm with life. His soul was— well, perhaps not ice, but like cold water forever icy but not quite ice. Oh, and his soul was so quiet. His soulbeat was almost silent, and the pulsing light was easier to notice than the quiet, quiet thumps.

He pondered it till nightfall. Was it different for Dream?

Was it better for Dream?

-------

Dream thought the stars were beautiful. 

They always were, but perhaps less so tonight. The throbbing in his chest took away what beauty he could find in their glitter. 

A bead of sweat fell from his forehead to the grass. He swallowed thickly. The soul in his chest weighed against his ribs. His breath hitched as the warmth, no, fire in it pulsed for a second longer. The red-hot heat was left there, searing his ribs into rock and his breath into stone. 

The warmth faltered, and he let out a breath. The throbbing loosened ever so slightly and he released his fistful of grass.

Beside him, Nightmare’s soul pulsed in time with the quiet breaths.

Dream untensed and let out another breath. His soul thrummed soundlessly in his chest. The quiet thumps were relentless against the bone. 

He smiled. It felt like a crack. 

His soul went on thrumming, erratic and alive. The fire burned painlessly. Well, more painlessly than before. The fire tended to spike at odd moments. One moment he was counting the stars and the next he could hardly breathe with the weight in his chest searing the underside of his ribs. 

It was easy to ignore the fire in his chest in the daytime, where he couldn’t tell the warmth and the sunshine apart. It made it easier, though the fire never truly went out.

Which wasn’t all that bad, either. It kept him warm through the colder nights, and even simmered down it felt like love, liquidy and honeyed warmth in his stomach, like a roaring hearth.

Dream closed his eyes. He fell asleep with the soul in his chest thrumming like a tired butterfly fluttering its wings to flick off mud.

-------

The bite was tasteless. 

Nightmare couldn’t tell what was breath and what was the apple’s flesh; both were sinking into his tongue and then his teeth and then it was bitten through so easily—

The wind picked up around him. He could feel the bite as it went down, rigid and unyielding but a part of him. His other hand forced another bite from his mouth out of the apple and this time he recognised the welt of blood in his throat, mixing with the tasteless flesh and—

He couldn’t feel his soul.

Something cracked his face upon. A cruel sound bubbled up in his throat, waiting for the crack to shift and the chance to slip right out but his back hurt and then he was arched, something breaking his bones and shifting his ribs—

Why couldn’t he feel any pain?

The sun was out. 

His back was torn upon and the thing spilling out wasn’t his blood.

Why was—

“Nightmare?”

Dream was frozen. 

Nightmare wasn’t cold. Nightmare was nothing. He felt nothing. 

Except—

Why was the pain— 

(Dream.)

“Dream?” The word was choked out on croak. “You—” leave, don’t look back, something is wrong, I am not me—

Why was the pain different?

“Nightmare?”

Why did the pain feel good?

Why did the pain feel free?

The sun was out. 

It was noon and the sun was out.

“Nightmare!” 

Dream reached for him but he stilled midway, eyelights the size of pinpricks, a pained gasp escaping him—

(Dream.)

Nightmare reached forward,  hand touching his fingertips and agony (true agony, not the tasteless bite, not the tear in his back or bone) bloomed from the touch.

Why did his brother’s touch hurt?

Why did everything else— not?

He reached for his brother—

Something reached back.

He blinked and—

Who am I, right now?

-------

“Nightmare!” 

Dream fell to his knees. 

The waves wouldn’t stop, thrumming through the ground and gripping him through the air— 

Waves of negative energy, he realised vaguely. Nightmare.

Dream couldn’t move his legs. In the absence of sunlight his his soul was heating up, festering and hungry.

Dream was burning up.

He looked to the sky, throat parched and dry. Why was there an eclipse?

“Dream.” The voice came as crackling, as if dusting upon its words being spoken. 

Something in Dream made him stop struggling, stop breathing, it isn’t safe to stay leave leave—

That isn’t my brother. (Is it? Isn’t it?)

“Dream.” The wind slowed down around him. He was choking on his breath and his soul was burning him alive.

Dream looked up, and he didn’t recognise the person before him.

Oh, he thought dimly. Nightmare ate an apple.

Dream was accustomed to his soul burning up. 

He would not wake up for the next six hundred years.

This time, it burnt out.

-------

Dream’s soul was not shrivelled or dried. Dream’s soul wasn’t dead yet, it was still dying. 

It would never truly die. It had turned to stone, and stone has no life. It simply is.

Nightmare could destroy it, though. Break the stone into crumbling pieces of dust.

(Did he even want Dream to die?)

The world was different. The world felt warped. Pain felt sweet and hope tasted bitter. Guilt tasted honeyed and regret even sweeter. 

His blood ran free and his soul felt like nothing.

If he’d looked a little closer, he would’ve seen the slightest crack in the dim gold.

He looked up to the eclipse. He wasn’t smiling; it was as if he had forgotten how to.

In time, he would forget the cold too. He would not feel his soul for centuries. He would forget the still serenity of a quiet soulbeat. He would forget the languidness of his old soul. Nightmare was no longer himself.

But the soul would still weigh in his chest, like nothing at all.

He would summon his own soul later and see the dry soul-skin at the edges, as if starved of life and falling apart at the edges. 

And he would feel the sunkissed revolt in his throat.

-------

“Do you ever wonder what’d it be like without it?” Dream asked a lifetime ago.Nightmare paused, a finger hooked and ready for the page turn. “Without it?” 

“Our souls. As in, you know.” Dream yawned. “What if we had normal souls? Lighter souls, less ball and more heart-shaped.”

“Like,” His eyebrows scrunched up. “Weightless?”

“Maybe not that much,” He amended. “Just less heavy. Less hot. Less cold for you, too.”“Ah.” Nightmare hummed. “I wouldn’t mind that. If only just for curiosity’s sake.”

Dream nodded, “A soul. A normal soul. Just like everyone else’s.”

“Sounds different.”

“Sounds nice.”

“Eh. Maybe.” And he went back to his book, and that was the end of it, a lifetime ago.

-------

Dream woke up with dust in his mouth. 

The sun wasn’t shining, but the eclipse had long ended. It seemed there was simply no sun left to sun for him.

He felt nothing but hollow. His brother wasn’t here. How long had it been?

Perhaps it would be better if he was already dead. Dried soulskin, sunken soul, dimmed light. He already had a crack in his soul. It wouldn’t be difficult to split it wide upon, for a normal soul. 

But his soul was different. His soul wasn’t normal. His soul wasn’t mortal.

He didn’t know how to feel when the trickles of heat started up again, flowing through the gaps and veins somewhere in the golden mass of light. 

-------

Dream would meet Nightmare in another place, another time, and think, my brother died before me that day, didn’t he?

-------

Normal, no, mortal souls dry up and crack with even just age. Their souls were different. If put under pressure and still youthful, maybe they would shrivel up a little or crack here and there. But they would never perish. 

So Dream would have to keep on burning.

And Nightmare, Nightmare—

Nightmare was already dead. He was long dead, with his dry soul-skin and soul starved of life and falling apart at the edges. 

Not a single part of him was alive that wasn’t decaying.

-------

Dream learnt to burn silently, just like how Nightmare used to ponder silently under that tree. 

#angstober 2023 #angstober #angstober 2023 day 05 #angstober 2023 day 5 #day 5 #day 05 #writing #writing challenge #utmv fanfic #utmv fanfiction #dream sans #dreamtale #nightmare sans #dream and nightmare #dreamtale fanfic #dreamtale fanfiction

[xsakuura]

GLOBETROTTER CHALLENGE: ROUND 5🌿🐒⛺

Jungle Explorer: Expedition Rookie

Achieve Level 3 of Selvadoradian Culture

Find an Area off the Path

Examine 3 Traps

Day one in the jungle: Bailey made her way through the vines, avoided a jaguar and found a place to set up camp for the night. It was an exhausting day, but she found a hidden spot with some incredible views and she's looking forward to exploring more.

#ts4 #ts4 gloebtrotter #ts4 globetrotter challenge #ts4 gameplay #globetrotter #globetrotter challenge #globetrotter: round 05 #**

[w3as3ly]

decryption, same message, different air, physics this comes after the professor gerald lambeau, proof sincerely, MI6

#YES LMFAO challenge 2023 agent party 1 20 #account is the_agent_party_rock #call me when the party is over #minecraft map #not a map and not nothing #category V #then i made m's and shit made sense #05 #call me bgm 05 #can you send me something? #incoming

[xuer]

iruka’s anger runs hot. it blazes, full of life, like a forest fire out of control. you can almost see the flames shoot out of his nostrils comically whenever he yells at naruto.

kakashi’s anger is ice cold. it stings like frostbite, tearing you to pieces. he rarely raises his voice, and it’s scarier when he doesn’t, because you know that’s when he is truly mad.

when iruka and kakashi fight, it usually doesn’t last very long. there’s yelling on one side and increasingly flat intonation on the other, until kakashi walks out. it’s always kakashi who walks out, leaving iruka to stew in the argument.

#xuer’s may challenge #umino iruka #hatake kakashi #kakairu #naruto #05/18

[01themagician]

-- 4. When was the last time you had a life-changing revelation? What revelation did you have?

-- had a combo of really rough moments a few weeks ago and thought it would end in a total disaster, but it turned out fine. i stressed a lot and beat myself up over it--because the problems were a result of my own procrastination tbh--and in the eventual happy ending, the revelation i got was "i should be more responsible BUT ALSO keep calm/dont sit there stressing out & doing nothing if i do have a problem & just do my best to fix it". so really just a longer version of the Law of Holes i guess LOL.

-- today, I am looking forward to hanging out with my friends! and also enjoying some RAIN + cooler weather, finally:) -- today, I choose to think about the near future, responsibility style! -- today, my goals are to analyze & consider my spending habits... and also talk to my friends about some worries ive got re: how much time we could spend together before uni starts and eats up all of my spare time.

-- ♪ the bravery -- bad sun ♪

#01 my post #05 challenge #maybe ill get to watch a couple of episodes of house on the train... thatd be nice! id finish season 6 today! #and re: time w friends UGH yesterday my bestie told me they r planning to have a trip like. RIGHT before my uni starts. for like 10 days #and i was so apalled like... theyre the one who was the most bummed about me having little time to socialize come school year #and now theyre cutting those 'our' days by a good third!! i get that family trips could be hard to timemanage but come on!! #theyre also gonna miss my fucking bday (!?) if their current plans go through like... its all so sudden and dissapointing:( #and to top it off they + another friend were hanging out together yesterday w/o me due to some other sudden plans #i just feel so lonely because of all that. not something i usually have an issue with but all the things came in such a combo so.

[justyalocalmoss]

Sonic art month - Day #25 Fake comic book cover

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #sth #sonic #shadow fanart #shadow #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #shadow 05 #black doom #sonic art month #art month challenge #digital art #artists on tumblr #art

[balladetto]

cont. from here / @gloryseized

     You get to a point in any journey where the non-routine becomes a routine in and of itself. Aidan's gotten used to it enough that he can find a kind of pattern in everything, even the surprises. Sometimes, each day is the same general shape from the moment he opens his eyes to the second his breaths slow into sleep, and some other times— well. He hits the fucking jackpot.

     It's the loving labour of three extensive, exhausting nights that the client swings around in his ( deceptively powerful, what the heck ) hands. The sound the weapon makes as it strikes the ground — heavy and sturdy and satisfying — has Aidan barking a delighted laugh himself. He may be totally spent, he may be disgustingly overcooked, but damn him if he isn't going to pry success from the jaws of another challenge.

     He waves a hand dismissively at the thanks, wiping a towel across the last of the sweat lingering on his face with the other and grin stretched from ear to ear. "Said I'd fix it, didn't I!" Then, in the moment it takes for him to interpret the next signs, the smile shrinks into something more contemplative.

     It's an impressive facsimile of Goron City's Boulder Breaker, which he's only ever studied and fawned over from a distance in all his stays there. He'd floundered on where to begin at first, having claimed the job with more awed impulse than anything rational, but the sense caught up to him eventually. All weapons start somewhere. Broken down, it was just a really refined Cobble Crusher. Really, really refined. Like, Aidan had to dip into his scarce supply of diamonds refined.

     ...It's a very impressive facsimile. "Five-hundred sound good? Unless you have diamonds on you." Uncut ores, ideally. "Where'd you get this beauty, anyway?"

#gloryseized #05. gloryseized #( aidan: on a constant lookout for impractical challenges #also aidan: convinced himself this can't actually be The Boul.der Breaker because he can't handle the thought of that success #well that and 'whaddahell is a hylian doing with it--' #aslfkjd hilary this still makes me laugh!! thank you for your faith in my loser boy <3 #umm...the way the champions' weapons work seems to differ in both games so setting this bo.tw-adjacent for now. lmk if you want otherwise! #* forged up / ic. #* ic / para. #aidan's bo.tw verse tbt. #* intermission / queue.

[hummingbird-of-light]

June of Doom Day 5

5. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” 

| Handcuffs | Swelling | Flinch |

TW: kidnapping, enslavement, minor character death(s), murder, violence, blood and injury, cut off hand, major character death

~

"Welcome to your new home, Mr. Scott!"

The grin on his kidnapper's face made Scotty shiver and he took a look at his surroundings.

The people who had taken him, had brought him to a huge building which was dark and grey from the inside. There were all kind of species working on machines, all of them in teams of two.

Scotty watched them, but no one seemed to pay attention to him. They were all focused on their work, faces fearful.

"We were told that you are a genius in engineering, so I really hope that you were worth the risk."

Of course. Kidnapping a member of Starfleet on shore leave had been quite risky. After all there were always other crewmates around. Yet somehow it had worked out perfectly for whoever these creatures were.

"Really now? Who told ye that?" Scotty raised an eyebrow, but his cocky behavior was stopped abruptly when a phaser was pointed at his head.

"If you aren't smart, then I suppose we can shoot you right away."

Instantly, Scott through up his hands.

"Woah, careful now, laddie. I didn't say that it's not true. I just want to know who told ye?"

However, when he was forcefully pushed into another room and saw a familiar face in between various species, he got his answer.

Scotty blinked in confusion.

"Ye've gotta be kidding me," he groaned under his breath. This was impossible!

"Mr. Scott. It's so nice to see you again."

The familiar face smiled at him and Scotty would have loved to punch his fist right into it.

"Really now? Cause I sure as hell didn't expect to see ye ever again."

His kidnapper came to a halt in front of the tall dark-haired man and exchanged a glance with him and Scotty.

"We got you the partner you asked for. So you better start working right away."

Scotty wanted to say something, anything, but his voice died, when he felt something unfamiliarly cold on his wrist.

He looked down to find a handcuff... which was connected to another one.

Oh, that was just great! Now he wasn't just a hostage, but also chained to a maniac he held a grudge against.

His "partner" just smiled at him. He seemed to enjoy this.

"Come on, Mr. Scott, stop pouting. It's not as bad as it looks. There are partners far worse than me."

These were big words coming out of the filthy mouth of an augment who had not only killed Scotty's ship, but also his captain.

"I honestly doubt that, Khan."

"Well then, I wish you good luck on your teamwork."

With that the kidnapper just left the two of them to themselves, without further explanations.

Scotty looked after him for a moment before his eyes fell back on the man he hated so much.

"So... I have a lot of questions, starting by how ye can be here."

Khan sighed and started to move, pulling Scott with him in the process.

"We have bigger problems than that, but if it's so important to you... My cryotube was on its way to another space station. The ship was invaded and I was taken."

Scotty shook his head.

"Ye're lying! The Enterprise would have been informed about something like that happening!"

Khan just raised an eyebrow at him.

"Because your precious Starfleet tells you everything? If I remember it correctly none of you knew about my existence or true identity in first place either, right?"

The Enterprise's chief engineer fell silent at that. Khan was right. And, God, did he hate him for being right!

"Okay, so... what's the bigger problem we have?"

Khan's face darkened at this question.

"Our kidnappers intent to create a device to control and destroy every existing ship. Federation, Romulan, Klingon - every type."

Now that was just crazy! A device like the one Khan was describing couldn't exist. Well... in theory it was possible, but it was far too dangerous.

"That's nonsense! We cannae create something like that."

Khan came to a halt in front of a table where apparently he had started his work already. There were blueprints and notes.

"Can't? Or maybe don't want to?"

Scotty rolled his eyes. Did Khan have fun in provoking him? Of course he had! He was a bloody bastard after all!

"If you want to live, then you better start working. For if our device doesn't win..."

Khan looked over Scotty's shoulder and the Scotsman turned his head to see what the augment was seeing.

A team consisting of an Andorian and a Ferengi was surrounded by several of the kidnapper's kind. Scotty could hear the Andorian begging for his life while the Ferengi just closed his eyes. They probably knew what was to come.

Scotty's eyes widened in horror and his mouth dropped open as he watched the kidnappers firing their weapons on their victims.

Screams of agony echoed through the room as the poor fellas bodies started to dissolve slowly until there was nothing left of them, but a puddle of steaming blood.

Scotty felt like he was about to throw up, so he quickly avoided looking at the scene. Yet still, the horrible stench filling the air would haunt him for days.

"We don't work fast enough, we die. We make a mistake, we die. We try to escape," Khan started to explain the rules and Scotty stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"We die. I get it."

He looked at the table and the blueprints.

"Alright then... let's get to work."

They'd do as they were told and sooner or later, Scott would find out just how he could stop these people.

++++++++

The evening came faster than he had expected it to come. They had worked all day long and even though Scotty was tired as hell, he didn't dare to stop. Many teams had died that day. He didn't want to end up like them.

"You're done for today! Get into your sleeping tubes."

He was startled when the voice of a guard announced the end of the shift. Scotty looked around and noticed teams leaving the room and heading towards a long hallway.

His eyes fell on Khan who gave him a nod, telling him that they should follow them. So they got moving.

Some of the kidnappers - Tremaus was their name as Scotty had gotten to know over the day - followed them through the dark hallway which ended in a big room.

There were several sleeping tubes on the ground and Scott watched as everyone lay down... in pairs.

He shook his head.

"No. Nope, I will nae sleep in one of these things."

It wasn't the sleeping place itself, but the person he'd have to share it with. He would certainly not sleep next to Khan!

But it seemed like he didn't have much of a choice. Phasers were pointed at his back, forcing him to move. So Scotty followed Khan and together they got into the tube which was then closed by the guards.

It was very uncomfortable. There was barely enough space for two grown men. They lay chest to chest, noses almost touching.

Scotty felt the blood rush to his cheeks. He knew that he was turning red. And he hated it.

"Don't worry, Mr. Scott, you're not my type," Khan's whisper reached his ear and instantly the engineer turned even redder.

What was it with this lad?!

"I just need you at my side to survive this."

A question that had been on Scotty's mind the whole day, returned once again.

"Why me? Why didn't ye chose one of yer augment friends?"

Khan laughed humorlessly, eyebrow raised.

"You think that I would endanger one of my own? No... I needed a genius who means nothing to me."

Great! So Scotty was exchangeable. But then again... he wasn't. If he'd fail, Khan would die with him. A satisfying thought.

"But why me? Why not... Mr. Spock? Or someone else ye hate to the core?"

Scotty had followed Khan's trial. He knew what the augment thought of the Vulcan first officer.

A smirk formed on Khan's lips.

"Because I can stand you. You are different from the rest of your pathetic crew."

Scotty opened his mouth to say something, but noticed that there were no words on his tongue. So instead, he stayed silent and closed his eyes.

He'd just have to survive working with the augment. And then he'd get him back to prison.

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Weeks passed them by and the more he worked with the augment, the better Scotty saw his motives.

He understood why Khan had acted the way he did. Not because he was a monster, but because he had tried to save and protect his crew.

It drove the Scotsman crazy! He didn't want to like or forgive the augment, but the man wasn't making it easy to hate him.

They were about to have a breakthrough on the device, when an alarm sounded. Tremaus ran around, shouting orders, but no one understood them. They were talking in their native language.

Scotty exchanged a glance with Khan. He could see that the augment's mind was racing, trying to find out what was going on.

And suddenly the kidnappers started to shoot at their hostages. Screams echoed through the room as people started to melt. The air smelled awful.

Scotty was frozen in his place, just staring at the dying teams. What... what was happening? Why were they killing everyone?

Khan, on the other hand, acted. He pulled Scotty along and they just ran for their lives.

Where? Where should they go to? There was no way out, was there?

Scotty didn't realize just how they managed to flee without getting injured or killed, but somehow they did.

Until suddenly Khan stopped running.

"What are ye doing, man?!"

They were still being followed! They had to move on!

But Khan looked up at a hatch that must lead to the air shafts.

"An escape through the air shafts," he muttered and Scotty shook his head. When did the augment get so stupid?!

"We cannae get through it together with these handcuffs!"

A weak smile formed on Khan's lips.

"No. We can't. But... one of us can."

Scotty felt his heart drop to his stomach. They had gotten so far together and now Khan would kill him?

"Please, no..."

The Scotsman shook his head, tears filling his eyes. He didn't want to die!

But everything turned out differently.

Scotty didn't know where Khan had stolen the laser from, but suddenly it was there.

And only a moment later a hand fell onto the ground, followed by lots of blood.

In disbelief, Scott stared at the stump on Khan's wrist. The augment... had cut off his hand!

"Get in the air shaft, Mr. Scott."

Scotty didn't understand what was going on. Was Khan... actually trying to save him?

"But... why?"

His eyes narrowed in confusion. Was this some kind of trick? Was Khan playing him?

And suddenly the augment leaned over and pressed a kiss to Scotty's cheek.

"Guess I was wrong. Maybe you are my type."

Voices of their captors echoed through the hallways and Scotty knew that they didn't have much time.

So he did what he had to do.

He climbed into the air shaft, but not without whispering a hoarse 'Thanks' first. Then he left, hoping that somehow he would make Khan's sacrifice worthwhile.

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Scotty managed to escape. He found out that the alarm had been triggered by a rescue party of the Enterprise. They had found and saved him... and many other victims of the kidnapping.

But they hadn't saved the one person Scott owed his life to.

#juneofdoom #june of doom #day 05 #whump #whump challenge #it's not as bad as it looks #handcuffs #star trek #fanficfion #montgomery scott #khan noonien singh #scotty/khan #kidnapping #enslavement #minor character death #major character death #blood #violence

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Fandom Snowflake Challenge #5

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#snowflakechallenge2024 #challenge 05

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oh wait was this episode delayed

#it’s 10:05 #i thought the challenge was supposed to be on😭 #bb25