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smileygoth · 7 months

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18. Weapon of Choice (WODtober 2023)

Part 18 of my WODtober story. Taking the daily prompts and trying to weave a vampire story from them! In this chapter, Onslow has some explaining to do if he wants to stay out of Harrogate's bad books.

Word Count: 1097 words.

CW: None that I can think of!

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Find the previous chapters here!

‘How did this happen?’

Harrogate slammed the report down onto his desk. Photos of collapsed buildings and cracked earth spewed out of the folder, scattering across the desk and the floor beyond. One landed on the toe of Onslow’s shoe. The Nosferatu kept his eyes down and made no attempt to kick it off. He knew when to interrupt Harrogate and when to let him rant. This was definitely a time to let him rant.

‘That site was lit up like a Christmas tree and the guards were stationed right next to the only gate. There were security cameras all over the damn place. Yet someone managed to sneak in and blow up the entire place!’ He turned on Onslow, blue eyes flashing dangerously. ‘You’re my head of security, Onslow. Explain to me how this happened!’

Onlsow fought the urge to wince. Technically he was head of Harrogate’s security, not his entire business enterprise. However he could tell that correcting him in this mood would not be wise. Instead he took a deep breath and said: ‘The security cameras didn’t pick up anyone going in, coming out, or moving around the site, except for the guards going about their rounds. So either the person who set the charges got extremely lucky, or it was one of the guards.’

Harrogate frowned. ‘One of the guards, you say?’

‘Or they were dressed as one,’ Onslow added, ‘Though that would bring up more questions about how they got the uniform, so I think it’s less likely than it being one of the guards themselves.’

‘Bring them in for questioning,’ Harrgate ordered. ‘All of them. Tonight. It’s not like there’s anything left at the site for them to guard now, is it?’

‘I already have my people bringing them in,’ Onslow replied.

The tension in Harrogate’s body relaxed a little. ‘Good. What of the explosives used?’

Onslow frowned. ‘Well, the bomb squad are still searching the site, but my guy in the police says they haven’t found anything yet. Not a wire, not a scrap of C4, not a thing. So I started thinking about other ways it might have been done, and I sent a few photos off to a contact in the BGS-’

‘BGS?’

‘British Geological Surveys. Anyway, he says that the cracks in the earth might indicate an earth tremor of some kind. Only he said that judging by the cracks it would have had to have been pretty strong, and likely pretty widespread. But there’s been no reports of an earthquake in the surrounding areas.’

Harrogate was looking at him with a tired expression. ‘Are you trying to suggest that someone induced an earthquake - just on the build site - just to destroy my development?’

Onslow shrugged. ‘I know it’s farfetched,’ he replied. ‘And I’m still leaning on my police contact to let me know the second any trace of explosives are found. But … well, those Tremere can do some pretty crazy things with their blood magic. Maybe it’s not so farfetched, you know?’

‘So now you’re saying it was a Tremere?’

‘No no no,’ Onslow said quickly. Implicating the city’s Tremere would open a huge can of worms that he didn’t want to deal with - ever. ‘Not necessarily. Just that maybe it’s in some Kindred’s realm of abilities to do something like this.’ He thought for a second. ‘Gangrel can do that melding into the earth thing. My lot can talk to animals. Your clan, if I’m not mistaken, can read minds. Hell, it might even be some of that new crazy blood magic these thin bloods are supposed to be doing. I just mean that given what our kind are capable of, inducing a mini earthquake might not be as impossible as it sounds.’

Harrogate’s gaze bore into him for a long, uncomfortable moment. ‘Did the guards say anything to the police?’ he asked eventually.

Onslow relaxed a little. ‘Uh, yeah … they reported seeing some white figure at the back of the site, a woman they think, but she vanished almost as soon as they got their torches on her. A couple of the more superstitious ones are saying it was a ghost and the site’s cursed.’ He gave a weak laugh. ‘Everyone alse has been … convinced … that it was a trick of the light and shadow and they didn’t see anything. But it’s an avenue I’m looking into. Just in case.’

‘A white woman?’ Harrogate repeated incredulously. ‘White as in, robes?’

‘No,’ Onslow said. ‘White as in … uh … naked.’

Harrogate’s voice dropped dangerously low. ‘So let me get this straight. What your multiple lines of investigation and contacts in the police and this geological thing have led you to conclude is that a naked ghost woman appeared on the site and just … shook my buildings down?’

‘Nothing’s confirmed yet,’ Onslow hurried to say. ‘I’m just giving you everything I’ve found out so far.’

With a sigh that sounded more like a snarl, Harrogate turned away, running his hands through his hair in frustration. ‘Is there anything else you have to tell me?’ he asked.

Onslow hesitated before replying. ‘There is one more thing. Unrelated, or at least we think so at the moment.’

Harrogate groaned and turned back. ‘What?’

‘There was … another break-in at the catacombs,’ Onslow said. When Harrogate’s expression turned deadly, he quickly added, ‘But this time we caught the intruder. Redhanded, as it were. He’s in custody downstairs. I thought you might like to talk to him yourself.’

Harrogate smiled, and Onslow had to fight the urge to take a step back. ‘Good work, Onslow,’ he said. ‘You’re absolutely right. I do want to talk to him. Something tells me - just a hunch, mind you - that in fact these two incidents are not unrelated. But one thing I’ve learned from you, my friend, is that I should always listen to my hunches. Who is he?’

Reluctantly, Onslow replied: ‘He’s … one of mine. A Nosferatu named Miro. Full name is Miroslav Sokolov.’

Harrogate looked impressed. ‘And yet still you brought him to me. Above your clan loyalty. I appreciate that, Onslow, I truly do.’

Onslow merely nodded. The idiot had been caught by eight armed guards and caught on camera. Onslow had thought about trying to cover it up, but word would likely have gotten back to Harrogate before he could, and then he’d be in the noose. No, he thought sadly as Harrogate gestured for him to lead the way, there was only so far clan loyalty could go, even for the Nosferatu.

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fandomscombine · 4 years

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TUA Series Part 3: Luther

The Hargreeves Kerfuffle Part 3: Luther

The Hargreeves siblings x Hargreeves!Reader (Familial Relationship)

BG: The Reader is Number Eight. It follows how you fit into the structure of Season 1 and the family dynamic of the siblings.

This part follows and plays around with the scene when Five had just reappeared and all the sibling are in the kitchen in S1.

I have mashed up the information and some events from both the comics and the tv series.

The series will consist of 10 parts. Where the reader would have a focused interaction with each sibling. (Eg. After this part, it would be Luther x Reader, then Diego x Reader and so on! –Yes Ben is included)

WC: 1028

Contains: The Hargreeves being a mess. Luther being a piece of shit.

DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN THE TUA SERIES. THIS IS JUST BY A FAN WOULD REALLY ENJOYED THE SERIES AND WAS INSPIRED TO WRITE.

*ALSO NOT PROOFREAD

>>GENERAL MASTERLIST<<

>>THE HARGREEVES KERFUFFLE SERIES MASTERLIST<<

READ: [PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 4]

>>JOIN MY WRITING CHALLENGE!<<

Five isn’t willing to answer any of your and siblings’ questions until he had something to eat. Which lead to the 7 of you following him into the kitchen. You were all huddled around the end of the table watching silently as Five gathers for food, blipping in and out of the room.

No one dared to break the moment, still shocked and processing that Five, looking a tad older than you last saw him at 10 years old, but a young looking Five nonetheless, is here right now. Still not exactly believing.

‘What’s the date? The exact date.’ Five asks.

‘The 24th’ says Allison behind you.

‘Of what?’

Allison’s brows scrunches together but replies regardless. ‘March.’

‘Good.’ Five nods and continues adding marshmallow to his peanut butter sandwich, as if his question was totally normal.

‘So…’ Luther clears his throat, voicing out the question brewing in everyone’s mind. ‘Are we gonna talk about what just happened? It’s been 17 years.’

Five huffs, ‘It’s been a lot longer than that.’ Bliping out again, this time in the pantry, no doubt looking for coffee.

Causing Luther to almost jump out of his chair ‘I haven’t missed that.’

‘Where’d you go?’ Diego asks, moving the conversation back on track.

‘The future.’ Five mentions matter of factly. ‘It’s shit, by the way.’

‘Called it!’ Klaus whispered. You pushed Klaus’ head away, eager to not miss out on anything.

‘I should’ve listened to the old man. You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice.’ Five mutters, though more to himself. The tension in the room is so tense, that even if a needle were to drop, you would still hear it.

Unfortunately for you, you did.

‘get out of the way y/n! i don’t want to see your face anymore.’

Five’s final words came rushing back and so did the pain. It’s been years since the incident, and you’ve convinced yourself that you had made peace with it. But seeing Five back here, in the present, stuck in his teenage self.

Shaking your head, you tried to clear your mind. NO Y/N NO! He hurt you when he left. You shouldn’t fell guilty for him disappearing, it was his choice, his action to do what he did. Taking a couple of deep breaths, you attempted to discreetly brush away the water from your eyes. Which of course, the ever protective, Mr. Hero Complex noticed.

‘heyyy it’s okay.’ Diego whispers, wrapping you into a warm side hug.

‘Thank you Diegs.’ Leaning your head into his shoulder.

‘Wait, how did you get back?’ utters Vanya.

‘In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.’

‘That makes no sense’ said Diego.

Five couldn’t help but roll his eyes. ‘Well, it would if you were smarter.’

Diego abruptly stands, ready to fight Five- Luther holds him back. ‘How long were you there?’

’45 years.’ That finally made Diego to stop resisting Luther’s grip. Five smiles into his coffee, noticing everyone’s startled face, he shrugs ‘ Give or take.’

Luther tilts his head, perplexed ‘So what are you saying? You’re 58?’

‘No, my consciousness is 58.’ Five points to his brain, then stands. ‘Apparently, my body is now 13 again.’ To drive the pint home, he flings his arms. The oversized suit jacket falling to his elbows.

Vanya looks to the rest of you, hoping to see to anyone else understands. ‘Wait, how does that even work?’

‘Delores kept saying the equations were off. Eh. Bet shes laughing now’ Five murmurs, for a second lost in thought. ‘So, heart failure huh.’

‘Yeah. That’s what the doctor-’ Responded Diego.

‘No.’ said Luther firmly.

‘Yes, Luther. Dad died of heart failure whether you believe it or not.’ You interjected. ‘How many times do I have to tell you this, there is no foul play.’

‘Oh yea? Then why is dad’s monocle missing? When we all know that he keeps it with him at all times?? Huh?’ By Luther is rising off his seat.

‘Luther calm down.’ Warned Allison but he brushes her off.

‘Humor me this y/n. Why were you here the day dad died?’ He was now jabbing a finger at you ‘More specifically, HOURS BEFORE HE DIED. CONVENIENTLY PRESENT IN THE SCENE OF THE CRIME.’

Before you could reply, Vanya beat you to it. ‘Are you daft Luther? Did you forget that y/n can SEE INTO THE FUTURE?’

‘I didn’t. But as I recall, you vowed t never step foot into this house ever again and cut all ties! YOU ALL LEFT! YOU LEFT ME BEHIND!’

At this statement, Diego let out laugh. ‘Left you behind? LEFT YOU BEHIND? We were all gonna leave this depressing piece of crap for a healthier life, you were part of it, Luther.’ Staring straight into his eyes. ‘BUT YOU ARE THE ONE THAT RATTED US OUT AND CHOSE TO STAY! SO, DON’T YOU DARE TURN THIS ON US.’

‘Heck yes you all vowed to not come back, but you did- because Dad had died. But don’t you think it’s suspicious that she would come here on her own accord early? Who knows what they could have talked about in his final hours?? She was even the one to inform us! Not mom, not pogo. Her.’ Not daring to break the stare down, Luther called out ‘There is only one way to know the truth…. Allision.’

‘NO, Luther! I am not doing that to my own sister, not after Claire.’

‘FINE, GUESS I HAD TO FIND PROOF THE OLD-FASHIONED WAY.’ With that, Luther turns his back on his siblings.

He pauses next to you and threatens. ‘I swear y/n, I will find out what you did and I would get Allision to Rumour the truth out of you, soon or later.’ On his way out, he had ripped the door out of its hinges.

‘Hmm” Five clicks tongue ‘Nice to see nothing’s changed.’

‘Uh that’s it?’ Allision crosses her arms. ‘That’s all you have to say?’

‘What else is there to say? The circle of Life.’

END OF PART 3

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lifeofclonewars · 3 years

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Y'know what, I'm gonna do it. Droidbait for the character asks.

:D this took forever sorry

Favorite thing about them

Not straying into fanon or Dominoes or anything (haha), that he manages to stick out as a valuable member of Domino even though production obviously only added him in as an afterthought

Least favorite thing about them

Where is his screen time, Filoni??? 5 minutes is NOT enough

Also why isn’t his delete scene included in the episode smh it’s 30 seconds long

Favorite line

He has so few lines :(( Maybe “I’m going to draw their fire, you guys blast him” during Domino’s second attempt at the final because it’s him 1) risking himself for his brothers and 2) him feeling comfortable helping them out and understanding his role in the squad

brOTP

Him and the rest of Domino! Specifically, I like to hc that he’s close with Cutup but with 5 minutes of screentime, I don’t have much to back that up with hm :/

OTP/nOTP

Again, I don’t really ship the clones and definitely not with each other

Random headcanon

(don’t mind me restating some things I’ve mentioned before) He’s a bit more tactily (is that a word?) affectionate, kinda like Fives but a tad more gently. In Clone Cadets, when Cutup’s like “they’re so much better than us” and Fives nudges him with a “knock it off!” DB also nudges him, much more softly, on his other side so.....

Unpopular Opinion

Not so much an unpopular opinion but more of “I’ve watched Clone Cadets so many times I’ve picked up on details most people haven’t” but DB is actually a great shot when he’s not...being...droid... bait.....

Song I associate with them

There’s this song called “Bait” by SnapKar and idk what genre it falls under but there’s no lyrics and it’s a great studying or reading bg song

Favorite picture of them

I have so many pictures of him, but this one’s probably my favorite one that’s him and only him

#ty!#b answers #droidbait #ask game #leandrafalconwing

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mcnypieces · 3 years

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A month later and at last I come bearing an update once again. It’s bound to be incredibly lengthy as life has not been its most placid, but I am here nonetheless.

TL;DR for those also struggling with their time recently: Life stressful, Bun scare, WoW fun but friend/Mythic+ group is a mess due to losing a friend to toxicity, I will likely be remaking this multimuse blog and starting fresh there to give me more incentive to be around to write comfortably in a fresh, happy, non-cluttered place, complete with a new Birkan OC I talked about some months before now. Though I haven’t technically decided and was going to ask opinions, I will likely still be remaking, as everything here is a mess. Lulu’s blog will remain as is for now, as I am attached to it and has retained more activity from me ( not much more, however ), though I have also considered moving her with everyone as well to keep everyone in one place and maybe make my mind feel more focused in a collective space. I’m still very much on the fence about it. Thoughts on that are welcome.

There was a bit of optimism at the beginning of my break to play WoW. However, a little less than a day into the launch, I noticed something off about the youngest of my rabbits. Hazel, a netherland dwarf gifted to me by a neighbor down the way during Christmas a couple years ago so she had friends and wasn’t alone during the day, developed a head tilt. It was enough to be noticeable, but nowhere near the cases most see posted in pictures. Head tilt in rabbits is often a very serious thing, as it can cause permanent damage and even death if not treated immediately. Anything from an injury to unkempt ears to a common parasite ( which is technically classified as a fungus ) to neurological troubles - the range is about as vast as self-diagnosing with WebMD. Torticollis in rabbits has a bunch of different causes, very few of which are relatively mild.

I was - to say the least - in absolute hysterics. She was off balance, tripping over herself, curling up into herself trying to keep footing. To somebody that’s never seen it in person before, it looks like you’re watching an animal on the verge of passing from something neurological. I had no idea what was going on. To be frank, I was absolutely terrified. It was 1AM and very few vets were 24-hour, especially in this crisis, much less ones that could look at rabbits. I steeled myself to call the closest one for recommendations on what to do and where to go. Naturally, I was told there was nothing this place could do besides euthanasia ─ which, in my very emotional state, I was incredibly offended by the mere immediate suggestion of. Hazel had been acting completely normal up until then, and she still had her energy. She was trying to climb all over the place despite having no balance, and she showed no other symptoms of anything besides just tilting and falling over herself. At this point obviously I know they were simply stating that was the only thing they could do as they don’t take exotic pets, but in the moment, being offered it as the first and seemingly only solution made me upset. I’m sure that would be anybody in that situation. So, of course, I refused, and they told me of other places that would be able to at least see her at that time and give me more sound options.

I find a 24 hour emergency pet clinic about thirty minutes away. There’s a place that for sure takes exotics, but it’s 2 hours away and closed at this hour. Okay, fine, I don’t have time to wait with this. I call the 24 hour clinic. They tell me they do see exotics and can treat the basics but they don’t have the equipment to properly diagnose anything for certain. Unfortunate, but I don’t have any other options at this point. They say they will take her and monitor her behavior to figure out where I should go from there. I take her there. I try not to break down again on the ride there, I try not to break down as they take her padded comfy box from me. They tell me they have another, more serious case they have to see to immediately but will monitor her and do a basic check-up. It will take them an hour at minimum, and I was welcome to stay in the parking lot. I decide against it, go home to clean up and prep a space for her while trying to steel myself more. It takes a couple hours for them to call back.

Lo and behold, they have no idea what’s wrong. As stated when I called, aside from the head tilting, she is acting completely normal. Eating, going to the bathroom, has her energy, no leg or eye issues that are common with the usual problems that lead to head tilting. What tests they can run are absolutely normal. They gave her what they referred to as “a bunny feast”, and she delighted herself in it with no problems, and they even brushed her down for me ( I didn’t get the chance yet, her winter coat was just coming in ). She just has a head tilt all of a sudden, out of nowhere. This is great news, but it’s also upsetting, because I still have no idea what’s going on. They give me medication for an infection and Metacam for the potential pain she could have been in, and sent me on my way to monitor her at home. If anything changed for the worse, I would take her to the vet in Raleigh two hours away to have actual tests done.

Okay, so I’m still in the dark on what’s wrong, but I have medication. Great. I watch her for two weeks, give her the infection medication every 12 hours and the pain medication the first 4 days. And, in time, her head tilt begins to disappear. That tells both the doctor and I that it was either 1) an ear infection, which was now cured, or 2) an injury. My mind has me leaning towards the latter, if only because I know how fast she runs all over the place and Jolyne, my cat, does play with her. They have done so for years now without issue, often times Jojo will be running away from Hazel rather than vice versa. Hazel will do loops back and forth and then suddenly charge at her in an attempt to catch her off guard. I have not let her out with Jojo since then in case roughhousing was in fact the cause, but Hazel is back to running around like the crazy thing she is. I’m still watching her every day, and all the rabbits will hopefully be getting new, large hutches for Christmas. Hazel’s has been ordered. To this moment, I still have no idea what caused her head tilt. What I did learn, however, is that there are a lot of rabbits that get euthanized due to head tilt, when most of the ailments - if caught early enough and with lengthy TLC - can be cured. Rabbits can even live happily with the tilt should it become permanent ( which it can be! ). Here is a happy bun who lived a wonderful life with a permanent head tilt. Much worse than the way Hazel’s was, but the common bad tilt nonetheless. I called to tell them the great news, how grateful I was they could do anything at all, and they were ecstatic to have me call them back. Things in that regard are now back to normal, but I keep an eye on her as per usual. Definitely not the kind of scare I was expecting out of nowhere, but one I received nonetheless.

During the time I monitored her and kept her close at my side in her hutch ( I went out of the way to move her hutch in with me when I cleaned it, because why wouldn’t I? ), I enjoyed the launch of Shadowlands. My main WoW friend group, A/B/C/D/E, were all playing and content with what was happening. We even were talking to old friends, thinking about raiding, had two new friends coming to learn to play the game. It was great! But then base Mythics came out, and things went sour out of nowhere.

One of our long time friends in our original Mythic+ group became the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. We’ve all had our disagreements and issues with said friend for some time, as he has been very negative the past few months and a hamper on the friend group even before launch. Everyone knows things are at an all time low, and the world is not in its best state - but we come to play games to get away from the realities of things. We’re here to have fun and kid around, not to mope. This is not to say we’re not here to be supportive if something is genuinely wrong, or that sadness just isn’t allowed ever. That would be silly. We’re always here to support each other in rough times, and such is the reason we’re as tight-knit as we are to begin with. Always has been the case.

However, this was not your typical sad sort of negative. This was the permanent “Glass is Half Empty” mentality. Everything had to be negative. Win a BG match? He didn’t have fun because he got targeted down one time when he was alone on a caster. Clear base Mythics for the first time of the expansion? No time to celebrate, because he didn’t get a piece of gear out of it, or he didn’t do the burst he wanted on a trash pack because we didn’t cater to his pull plan. During the second week of Mythics, he was constantly complaining about not getting gear drops to the point it was making other members upset. No one likes doing eight dungeons, getting one or two drops, and both being pieces you don’t need. Hell, I did Mythic+ this entire week since it came out and I still have a Heroic neck on my body because it has a socket and great stats and I’ve not gotten another drop since. But to complain about not getting a drop and dunking on people who are getting the upgrade ─ which, in turn, betters the group ─ is just ridiculous. This was not exclusive to just WoW, either. Everything they played together when I was not present, he acted the same way ─ negative, upsetting, and very, very defensive whenever someone would tell him to knock it off. He’d pull the “oh you don’t care about me” card. He constantly felt like people were coming after him, even when nobody ever was, and that everyone just had something against him and we kept him there out of sheer pity ─ which was infuriating to all of us, the people who still considered him a friend and cared about him to tolerate the toxic behavior and try to work through it. He’d pretend to be a victim if you tried to call him out on bad behavior, acting as if he was being singled out, while also bad mouthing other people and poking fun at them and then disguising it as a joke ( or in his case, “a meme” ). When you’d do the same back, he’d pull the whole “dude that’s not cool, I get you’re joking but it’s not funny” attitude every time. He had to be right all the time, and if you tried to tell him he was wrong, he’d fight you on it until the bloody end, even when proven wrong earlier. He wanted to be catered to and, if things weren’t going the way he wanted, he was negative. If he wasn’t having fun, nobody else was allowed to have fun.

Friend A, who is essentially our leader that brought everybody together and often makes calls for the group ( though in reality we’re all just an aimless bunch of friends messing around and having fun ), has known Friend C for a longer than any of us. He considers him his best friend, and they have been close for many years since Cataclysm. We’re all friends, of course, but A and C have been close for a very long time. They are very supportive of one another, regardless of what happens, and always have been. However, even Friend A is getting very frustrated with Friend C’s behavior. Friend C has not always been like this. In fact, he used to be the complete opposite. He loves the guy to death and back, but the other members, particularly Friend D, is getting into mini verbal fisticuffs during dungeons disguised as friendly fun being poked and forth almost every night. Friend D complains about Friend C behind his back ( which he has been asked to tone down and, some nights, has been agreed with based on the issue at hand ). A new coworker of Friend A who is also a very chill, cool person had her own reservations about him when she joined due to his behavior and it kept her from joining voice calls. Hell, I got into an argument with him a week before launch due to his behavior, to which he tried to invalidate my argument by claiming I was “coming after him” and therefore my side was automatically invalid because I had a “personal vendetta” against him and me “shit-talking” him while making my points “comes off a certain way” ─ when the point I was making had absolutely nothing to do with him personally. Again, the same “I’m being attacked” mentality, when no such thing was happening.

Eventually one night while he was complaining about loot, Friend A had a talk with him about not complaining about not getting loot anymore, as it was wearing on everyone’s nerves. Mythic+ would come out soon, loot would be flowing in, and everyone would eventually be geared, including him. This wasn’t the first time he was talked to in regards to the way he’d been acting in general. He agreed to tone it down, and that was that. But guess what? That didn’t happen. The next night we finish up our Mythics, and he has to physically stop himself from making a comment and covers it up with “nope, I promised I wouldn’t complain about loot” with a tone that sounds like someone is struggling really, really hard not to say something and is holding back. Normally this would be something nobody cares about and is part of the process but this isn’t the first time he said something about it. He then proceeds to complain anyway, spends night questioning the tank’s ( Friend D at the time ) pulls and complaining about being beat in DPS every other pull because “oh I don’t have gear cause the game hates me so-” when he’s not even doing his AoE rotation properly ( found this out later after everything fell through ). His attitude is so negative it’s affecting the way he plays and, to put it bluntly, he’s playing and acting like shit.

So Friend A sits him down. Again. At this point he’s still trying his absolute best to work things out with him, but his foot has come down. His behavior for months has been toxic. People are getting fed up. He’s bringing down group morale. Everyone is worried his attitude is going to make the new people who are trying to learn the game quit because he’s constantly shit talking the game and pretending the world is ending in voice. Friend A tells him he’s here for him still and how he’s always here to talk if life is a mess and Friend C is still welcome, but he needs to get his shit straight. By the end of the chat, Friend C claims “that’s just how he is” and he can’t do anything about it ─ which is just such bullshit. We know good and well how he really is, and this ain’t it. He’s just too lazy, full of himself, and down on his luck to acknowledge he has a problem. He says it’s shitty of us not to “accept him for who he is” and how we all know his life is shit and that he’s justified. Friend A essentially tells him he doesn’t want somebody like that in his group. Friend C takes this as “oh I don’t want you here period”, essentially says “well I don’t want to be in a group that just pities me and takes me along because they feel bad and not because they’re actually my friends”, leaves the discord group, removes Friend A from discord, removes friend A from Battle.net, then blocks him in both places. Out of nowhere. Friend A then comes to announce that Friend C will no longer be a part of our group. This is a TL;DR, since I wasn’t there for the conversation and it’s been a little bit since I’ve asked Friend A exactly what was said and feel it inappropriate to ask for specifics again since it’s all behind us now and that night still upsets him to this moment.

Since then, Friend C has come back to try and make amends to everyone, especially the group, as he dropped without telling anybody out of frustration and essentially said “fuck you” to the entire group because he was upset at his best friend. Friend A was very emotional about it after it happened as, like said, this was his best friend who essentially just claimed he didn’t care about him at all and just pitied him despite doing everything he could to try to keep everybody happy and even catering to Friend C at times against his better judgement. Despite that, however, Friend A has stated multiple times he would not even take Friend C back as a friend unless he had a life evaluation first. Friend A and Friend C sat down to have another talk after the dust settled so Friend C could apologize, as Friend C reached out supposedly to do so, but he still acted as though he didn’t do anything wrong. He swore constantly on his dog-who-he-loved-dearly’s ashes he didn’t say the shitty things he said to Friend A that night. He didn’t own up to anything he said or did, only apologized for leaving immediately and dipping on everyone else, as he worried he’d “burned the bridge”. Friend A did not welcome him back with open arms but told him his doors were still open to talk and were never closed to begin with ( Friend C closed them himself by leaving suddenly, after all ) and that he could talk to him again when he figured everything out. Everyone is at least on speaking terms again, but he has not rejoined the discord nor the game group, and wasn’t even playing for a time. Now he’s supposedly playing and having fun again on his own terms and doing things we haven’t. Supposedly. So our Mythic+ group had a gap in it, which was filled by one of the new friends who just started playing. Both new players in our group are learning fast, but it has slowed our progression down, which we accept. People have swapped around classes to find accommodations as well, with Friend A now tanking and Friend D healing as they did before, delaying progress further. But now with things decided and in place, we will begin to push again. After all, it’s only the first week of Mythic+. We haven’t really lost any important progress.

Friend A was very upset and felt like there was more he could’ve done, but everyone in the group has told him day in and day out there was nothing else he could’ve done. Friend C still has a lot to sort out and has seemingly taken absolutely nothing from this situation.

Both of these situations, on top of the seizures the person I consider a second mom to me still happening ( which she went in for today to be looked at again while she’s being treated for something else ), has made writing nigh impossible. I have been having a lot of fun playing WoW and the issue with Friend C, while a big hamper on things in the moment, hasn’t stopped me from enjoying it as is. Both the major hospitals near me have recently announced they are at full capacity on virus patients and will no longer be accepting more of them and, so long as there’s no immediate reason to do so, have asked people to stay inside as much as possible because of it. With Hazel’s emergency making me miss my dad’s small Thanksgiving as I was up all night that night and it was the next day, this means I will also not make it to his Christmas. I did not go to my mom’s get-together for Christmas either, as it was at her restaurant where she works and the number of people there made me nervous. She was sad, but there’s nothing I could really do to justify the risk. The fact people still want to have any kind of gathering even for the holidays blows my mind.

That all being said, things have calmed down enough for me to consider making another attempt at writing again and retuning to the blogs I have missed dearly. The breaks are always nice, but I’ve had to take far too many of late, and struggling with the energy and mindset to write for months is really starting to get under this bun’s blue fur. In the time I’ve been away I’ve thought about remaking this blog, as it’s a complete mess and riddled with old things that are no longer a part of it. My tags are messed up, my info is all over the place, and I feel as though a fresh place filled with friends who are still active might speed up the process of getting me back on track. In addition to that, I’ve thought more about the OC idea I brought up some time ago and will be adding said OC to the roster once things are set-up, assuming I go through with the idea. I’ve also considered adding Lulubelle to the multimuse as well to keep everyone in one place, but as I’m attached to her blog and hers is more organized, I’m reluctant to do so. It is a thought and consideration, nonetheless. It will all take some time to do, but afterward, assuming it goes as expected, activity will resume once again.

It will take some time, but hopefully things will be back to the way they were soon enough. ♥

#❥ // * the rabbit stowaway ( ooc. )#❥ // * shouting from the scaffold ( psa. )#❥ // * ever running on stories of the sea ( long post. )#|| holy moly this is so long I'm so sorry #tl;dr is plenty enough of an update.#but it felt reassuring to type out the hectic events of the month.#I know it's unnecessary but explaining my absence makes me feel better about it.#I have high hopes and nothing will stop me from kicking down the proverbial door.#I will return as I planned if it's the last thing I do.#I swear on my little bunny life. ||

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And we will fall in love with shooting stars. - A

Have you ever seen an Aardvark? I don’t think so.

Were you ever abandoned in a public place as a child? Where? Abandoned is a pretty harsh word lol. My parents did like playing pranks on me and hide whenever I’d get distracted at the grocery or department store. They’d let me get nervous or even tear up for a bit until showing up again.

What accent do you have? I guess just your standard Filipino English accent that’s common among people who were able to take up English studies. I don’t really know how to describe it.

Is there someone in your family addicted to something? What is it? I don’t think so.

Have you ever been under general anaesthetic? What were you having done? I think so? When I had a tooth extraction done on me two years ago I was told I was going to be injected with anaesthesia, but I didn’t feel as if anything changed throughout the procedure. Either my dentist told me fake news lol or he’s just really good at his job for me to not notice anything.

How do you show the ones you love affection? It depends on the person. Around my friends, I know I’ve had taken a liking to them once I start getting especially talkative with them. For people I have even deeper relationships with, I like...buying them gifts, I guess. Getting them things that remind me of them. I would also bend over backwards to do nice deeds for them, like driving them to their destination even if I find it far.

Are you more passive or aggressive? I tend to be very passive aggressive in the way I deal with things.

Do you like the band Aha!? Not in particular.

Do you know anyone called Aidan? What are they like? Nope.

Ever heard of the band Ajax? No but I know that’s a brand of like cleaner or something. That’s close enough to ‘band’ haha.

Do you know anyone called Akash? I don’t either.

Do the sound of fire alarms scare you? They would obviously be scary if it rang for a real reason. Who wouldn’t freak out over a fire?

Do you live in America? If so, which state? If visited, where'd you go? No, and I’ve never visited either. I’d love to take a trip to cities like New York, New Orleans, Portland, and Chicago one of these days.

Have you ever had an ant infestation in your house? Only when there’s food left out accidentally.

Aora - did I spell that correctly? I don’t even know what you’re referring to, so I can’t tell you if you’ve spelled whatever it is right.

Do you have a preference in Apple? What type do you prefer? I don’t quite get this question - like a preference within Apple products? I mean, a phone and a laptop are essentials for me, and generally I do prefer having an iPhone and Macbook over other brands; but I can live without an iPad, an Apple Watch, iMac, Apple Pen, etc...if this is what you mean.

Are you an Aquarian? Is anyone in your family/your partner/best friend? ...You mean Aquarius? No. I don’t believe in astrology nor pay attention to zodiac signs either, so I wouldn’t be able to name Aquariuses that I know right off the bat.

Have you ever worn any type of armor? Which type? I don’t think I’ve ever had to, no.

Do you use the word ass a lot? Kinda, but it’s usually part of a longer word, i.e. asshole, asshat, deadass, etc.

Have you or your family had an attorney? What for? Not to my knowledge.

Is your car/family’s car an automatic gear or manual? Automatic.

Are you interested in aviation, piloting and aircrafts? Just the slightest bit. I would love to learn how to fly a plane, and I would be willing to pay for lessons. It’s just the type of activity that’s super hard to squeeze into an already-hectic schedule of mine.

What was the last award you recieved for? A academic distinction in college.

Axl Rose - like or dislike? Like, but I’m nowhere near a passionate fan. I just don’t have any reasons to actively dislike him.

Do you like air being spelt ayre or ayer in rap or hiphop or is it nasty? I don’t care.

Is the sky outside Azure? If not, what shade is it? No, it’s pitch black.

Belle amour (we've been here before). - B

Do you call anyone baby? Is it sweet or an overrated name for affection? Just my dogs. I find it sweet; it’s my preferred term of endearment if in a relationship.

Bby - does this shortened version bug you? No; my friends and I use this with each other.

Do you know what BC in terms of time stands for? Before Christ, but I prefer using BCE.

BDf - For or against? I don’t know what this is referring to.

Do you prefer beach breaks, city breaks or winter breaks? Why? Beach breaks. Winter break is an immediate cross-out since we don’t even have winter; and I already live and work in an urban area as it is. Beaches are my way to go if I want to escape life for a bit and completely unwind.

Do you spell out boyfriend properly or put bf in texts/online? I can use either depending on what I feel like typing out. It’s not that serious haha.

Do you know what bg is short for? Upon reading this question I immediately thought ‘background,’ but if this question had another meaning in mind I wouldn’t be aware of it.

Do you know anyone with the last name Bhays? No.

Have you ever been bird watching? What did you see? No, doesn’t sound like my kind of hobby.

Do you like Bjork? Not in particular, but just like the Axl Rose question I don’t have anything against her either.

What does this read: bk 2moz miss u lyk fk. Doesn't this text speak annoy? No one types like this anymore at least among people I know, but I imagine it would lowkey bother me a bit.

Do you like BMWs? They’re whatever. I don’t pay attention to cars much.

What is the nearest book to you called? How many times have you read it? There aren’t any books here up on the rooftop.

BnQ - gone there? What did you buy? Idk what that is.

Are you more brainy or brave? I wanna say brainy, if anything? I’m pretty jumpy lol.

Did you like the BSBs (Backstreet Boys) as a kid? How about now? No, I’m a little too young for that generation of artists and groups.

Burgers, Hot Dogs or Salads at a Barbecue? We don’t really practice ~barbecues~ here. But at Filipino parties I would usually flock to lumpia and fried chicken, hehe.

Do you have a Byro? No, because I also don’t know what that is.

Cold eyes and filthy lies all leave me petrified. - C

Do you have a Cactus (Cacti)? No, I don’t like plans.

Do you know what a CCTV is? Yes...?

How many CDs are in the room you are currently in? None where I am right now but I have all of Beyoncé’s albums save for Lemonade in my bedroom. I also have Paramore’s self-titled album and Hayley Williams’ Petals For Armor. My CD collection is about to experience a revival because of BTS, though. My plan to get all versions of all their albums is rock solid, lmao.

What's your favourite cereal brand? Cookie Crisps.

Do you like children's TV shows still? Which one(s)? I’ll revisit an episode or two of shows I watched as a kid at a given time for old times’ sake, but I don’t regularly watch children’s TV shows anymore. I haven’t for a very long time.

Cinnamon - Yum or Yuck? I’m actually kind of in the middle about it. I feel like too many desserts have been banking on cinnamon, so the taste of it can be a little tiring. It’s delicious if I haven’t had it for a while, though.

Do you know anyone with the initials and or name CJ? Quite the opposite; I know PLENTY of JCs, even my sister is one. I know one or two CJs but that’s it.

Have you ever met a self professed clairvoyant? What did they do/say? No.

Do you watch CNN News? What's your prefered news channel/show? I don’t tune into the channel but every once in a while I will encounter a CNN link on social media that I’d actually click on and read through. As for preferred news sources, I don’t have one as there are matters to criticize about 99% of them lol; but I am most likely to trust articles I from AP or Reuters. Just things you pick up as a journalism student.

How many cousins do you have? I have 9 first cousins. I lose count by the time I try to go beyond that since I don’t even know all of my dad’s cousins, which makes it hard to track who my second cousins are.

Do you still draw with crayons? When was the last time you did? Drew what? I don’t remember anymore.

Do you know what a CSS feed is? What is it? I’m familiar with the term but never bothered to learn about what it is.

Do you like cycling/biking? What type of bike do you have? ...I don’t even know how to ride a bike.

Do you really like it, is it is it wicked. - D

What is the most dangerous animal you've petted/held? I can’t decide between snake or crocodile.

Do you like Death Metal? If so, which band(s)? I wouldn’t say I do.

Did you ever keep a diary/journal? I did a million attempts to keep a diary when I was younger, but I was never able to keep up with any of them and I ended up having 4598358395 notebooks with one or two entries each at most. Having a Tumblr page for surveys has so far been my most successful streak at keeping some type of journal.

Do you prefer small, medium, large or no dogs? I prefer all dogs.

Do you know what DP stands for in porn? Yes.

Have you ever dressed up as a celebrity for a party/Halloween? I went as my favorite female wrestler once. I wouldn’t strictly call her a celebrity, but she’s a very well-known personality in the wrestling industry so she’s popular in that right.

DS or Wii? Why? Wii. I was able to make more memories with it.

Does dust make you sneeze or cough? Sneeze, usually.

How many DVDs do you have all together? Idk, I don’t buy DVDs anymore.

Do you dye your hair regularly, sometimes or never? I’ve never done it.

Every love lies sometimes . . . - E

What's something you refuse to eat? Most fruits.

Don't you think the word ebb is so pretty? I’m neutral about it. I don’t use it a lot.

Do you like Chocolate Eclairs? I love eclairs in general haha. Chocolate eclairs in particular sound delicious.

Ever tried edible paper? Yeah, with the White Rabbit candy.

Eevee - pretty name or too Pokemon-y? Definitely very Pokemon-y.

Do you sometimes mix up the spellings/meanings of affection and defection? Erm, no? They have completely different spellings and meanings, so I personally have never switched them up.

Do you have a big ego, low self esteem or somewhere in between? I think I’m somewhere in between. I’m insecure about some things about myself, but I don’t really put myself down 24/7. I feel like that would put such a strain on my mental health, which I certainly would never need.

What Element does your starsign fall under? I think earth? My co-workers were just discussing this last Friday, but I couldn’t really butt in since I can’t bring myself to care about astrology. I know they mentioned Taurus being an earth sign though.

Do you show your emotions easily and freely or hide them? Depends...I can do either depending on the situation.

What is your favourite form of entertainment? Korean reality shows are quickly becoming a favorite of mine at the moment. I also like compilation videos on YouTube.

What will they write on your epitaph? I’ve honestly hadn’t put much thought into this yet, and I don’t plan to anytime soon. It just seems like a super grave thing to think about lol.

Estimate/guess what number we are on now? Maybe 60s or 70s?

Do you know basic social etiquette? I mean etiquette will always differ per country or culture, so what is basic in other countries might not be here, and vice versa. I think it’s hard to measure.

Does your country use the Euro, Great British Pound, Dollar or other? Other.

Do you still get excited on Christmas Eve? Yes. Mostly for the free food and the opportunity to see relatives I really only ever see every December 24.

What animal/creature that is extinct do you wish wasn't? Those that went extinct from human activity.

What colour eyes do your parents have? Black/dark brown.

#survey #surveys

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Orlando tensed, ready for sudden movements. Slowly, he looked to Daniel, to measure his reaction to figure out the next move.

Daniel looked horrified. His face had fallen pale and his posture was like a cornered animal’s. Just when Orlando thought he’d faint, his eyes slowly looked down and glazed over, his shoulders drooping in utter defeat.

Orlando decided to try and salvage this. “I am not sure what you’re thinking, but I’m here to just pick up some stuff…” Orlando hesitated. Should he use Daniel’s real name? “... he donated to charity,” Orlando said, putting on his just-a-regular-citizen voice. “Yesterday he donated a coffee maker and a microwave, today it’s some clothes he doesn’t wear anymore.”

The woman’s eyes snapped to Orlando and he immediately understood why Daniel looked so terrified. Her gaze felt like a hawk zeroing in on a mouse. “And who are you?”

Good thing Orlando had learned to mask his emotions from a young age. “My name is Basil. I work for Christine’s Shelter for the Homeless.”

The woman raised her eyebrows. “Mm. And you were here yesterday as well?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The woman smiled, sickeningly sweet and hiding a dangerous edge. “Interesting. And why did you feel the need to shut my security cameras off while you were here?”

Orlando put a confused look on his face. “The cameras? I… I’m afraid I have no idea what that’s about.”

She narrowed her eyes and stared at Orlando for a long time. “Leave,” she said coldly. “Or I’ll call the police on you.”

“Okay, sheesh,” Orlando said, pretending to be surprised and only slightly peeved. “No need to get so testy.” He left the house and let the brief disguise drop.

This was bad. If the woman was anything like Orlando knew abusive people to be, she would tighten her grip on Daniel now that she’s witnessed an escape attempt. Orlando did manage to play it off as something else, but he was fairly sure she hadn’t bought it. Only an idiot would have looked at the scene right at the front door and thought it was nothing but illicit. Orlando’s stomach twisted as he thought how the woman would treat Daniel from now on… He felt awful for having to leave Daniel there for one more day, but it was either that or risk getting arrested.

Orlando racked his brain for a new plan. Now he not only had to sneak Daniel out of the house, he had to make sure the woman wouldn’t track them down and find him again. Of course, it was surprisingly easy to disappear into the lower levels and be almost completely untracked. Orlando had an advantage in this, since he’s been trained since childhood to track other people while avoiding to be tracked himself.

The hardest part, however, would be getting Daniel and Fang out of the house… The only way Orlando saw how to do that was to wait until the woman was at work and then try again, while hoping it’d work this time.

Orlando sighed and rubbed his forehead.

As soon as Orlando got home, he texted Daniel, asking if he was okay and reassuring him he was willing to try again if he needed to. He didn’t get an answer in a few days.

On the third day, he finally got a response.

Daniel: Hey sorry for that

Orlando scrambled to reply as fast as he could.

Me: Don’t worry about it! Are you okay?

Daniel: This isnt delano tho sorry

Daniel: This is the guy with the mohawk do you remember me

Me: Oh, yes, I do

Daniel: My names adriano btw

Daniel: Anyway delanos… hes not fine

Daniel: Delanos like… idk how to describe it its like he gave up on escaping its like hes just going to accept that this is his life now

Daniel: Its scary as fuck dude

Daniel: Mom took his phone away like hes a teenager thats so fucking messed up

Daniel: I stole his phone back but he insisted i have it just in case

Daniel: Im fucking terrified moms literally holding him as a prisoner here

Daniel: I never knew mom could do something like this

Daniel: We cant stay here

Daniel: You gotta help us

The texts popped up one after another in rapid succession. Orlando waited until he was done.

Me: Okay. Let me make some things clear. Does Delano still want out?

Daniel: Idk man he’s so defeated

Daniel: Im going to drag him out tho

Daniel: My moms a psycho this place is killing him

Me: Alright. I’ll drag him out too, if you want me to

Daniel: Why is that even a question of course i want you to get us the fuck out of here

Daniel: Theres no way i can trust mom again now that ive seen what shes really like

Me: Of course. And you want to come along too?

Daniel: Yeah

Orlando frowned. Hiding two people and a dog might be tricky. But he would at least try.

Me: I’ll do what I can

Daniel: Delano said you need to talk to lillith

Orlando frowned. Lillith? The founder of the Sex Workers’ Union? The Queen of the Low Levels? Wait, why was Orlando surprised that Daniel knew her? Daniel was a sex worker, of course he would belong in the Union.

Contacting Lillith would be a good call, though. She was notoriously protective of sex workers. If they were lucky, she could help with this situation…

Me: I’ll do that. Thank you

Me: I’ll contact you when I have a plan

Me: Try to hold on until then

Daniel: Thank you

Daniel: Well do our best

Orlando had worked for Lillith a few times before, but he didn’t know her personally. He had to wonder if she would respond well to him asking a favour, as he wasn’t a part of the union. Figuring he had to at least try, he sent Lillith a text.

Me: Hello, Miss Lillith. I am contacting you today on behalf of one of your workers. He is currently held against his will by an abusive person and he needs help getting out. He and I both would appreciate your help.

Lillith took a short time to reply.

Miss Lilly: What’s the worker’s name? Do you have an address?

Me: I believe his name is Delano

Orlando also sent the address to her.

Miss Lilly: Jesus fucking christ

Miss Lilly: He just had to go piss of that bitch out of all people

Me: What do you mean?

Miss Lilly: It’s going to be bitch and a half busting him out, is what I mean

Miss Lilly: I’ve heard rumours that this woman has no chill

Orlando thought back when she had looked at him when he had been at her house. He could believe that.

Me: I am not surprised

Miss Lilly: Yeah. I need more info on the sitch. Can I text Delano? Does he have his phone?

Me: His phone is secured, but he doesn’t have access to it. You can text the number and get an answer, though

Miss Lilly: Wdym? Who has his phone?

Me: We can trust him. He’s also stuck in the house with Delano. We need to get him out as well

Miss Lilly: So there’s two people we need to get out?

Me: Two people and a dog

Miss Lilly: Hmm. It’s going to be tricky, but possible

Miss Lilly: How much stuff are they going to have?

Me: I got most of Delano’s stuff out, so only a little of his, but most of Adriano’s. I believe he has a guitar that he’s going to want to take along.

Me: Delano also has a broken arm at the moment

Miss Lilly: God damn

Miss Lilly: Okay. No panic. I have a plan

***

And so, a few days later, Orlando was headed back to the house, with four sex workers (Ana, Sara, Jessie and Rosa, as Orlando learned) sent by Lillith. “To help carry stuff,” one of them had explained. Orlando hadn’t complained.

“How do we know she won’t appear to interrupt us again?” Orlando asked, while the group were in an elevator, on their way to the upper levels.

“Lils got it,” Jessie said.

“If Lils says she got it, she got it,” Sara agreed.

“We trust Lils,” Rosa said with a nod.

Orlando nodded slowly. He supposed he should trust her too, then.

The group arrived at the house and put on masks that would scramble their faces on any cameras that caught them.

“Let’s go, girls,” Ana said with a grin. “And boy, I guess.”

The group marched to the door and rang the doorbell before Orlando could protest.

“Relax, we’re wearing masks,” Jessie said, waving her hand.

“Yes, but I’d still like to avoid getting caught on security cameras,” Orlando muttered as Rosa hammered the doorbell.

The door opened and Adriano was behind it, looking irritated. “For fuck’s sake, I heard you the fir…” he trailed off as Rosa and Ana screamed.

“Oh my gawd, you’re cuuute!”

Adriano flushed up to his ears, immediately matching his hair. He looked like he was panicking as his eyes landed on Orlando. “Be… BG?”

“It’s me,” Orlando said with a sheepish smile that Adriano didn’t even see. “I got some extra help with me this time.”

“Alright…” Adriano let the group in.

“Jesus christ, this place is fancy as shit,” Sara said as they stepped in.

“God daaaamn,” Ana breathed. “I wouldn’t mind switching places with Delano.”

“Why did you bring sex workers here?” Adriano whispered to Orlando.

“They’re here to help,” Orlando whispered back. “Be respectful.”

Daniel appeared and the girls screamed. “DELANOOOO!”

Daniel looked like a deer in the headlights as the girls rushed him, all talking over each other.

“Where have you been?”

“I missed youuu!”

“When did you get a sugar daddy?”

“Can I have him once you’re done with him?”

Adriano stared at this unfolding with utter disbelief.

Orlando clapped his hands to gain everyone’s attention. “I’m sorry to cut this short, but we’re on a schedule here.”

“Agreed,” Jessie said. “Let’s get a move on. We can talk while walking. Where’s your stuff?”

So the group dispersed to gather the luggage they needed, spiced with chaotic chattering from the girls.

“Can we steal something?”

“We should steal something!”

“I really don’t care if you do,” Adriano said.

“Oh shit, really?!” Rosa said, eyes wide. “I was just joking!”

“Go fucking nuts,” Adriano said, “cause as much grief to her as you can.”

The girls exchanged looks. “Let’s steal her shampoo!” They ran off. Adriano followed, for some reason.

“Jesus christ,” Delano sighed.

“Everything okay?” Orlando asked.

“Yeah,” Delano said. “Just overwhelmed. I haven’t even thought about sex work for the whole time I’ve been here. It all feels so distant now.”

Orlando nodded slowly. “Are you going to continue doing it once you’re free?”

Delano was quiet for a moment. Just as he drew a breath to answer, the girls and Adriano returned.

“Thanks for letting us rob your mom, sweetie,” Sara said, pinching Adriano’s cheek. “We don’t have to buy skincare for a few weeks now.”

Adriano was blushing again. “No problem.”

As the groups got ready to leave again, Orlando noticed that Delano freezed. “What’s wrong?”

Delano shifted his weight. “I… I just have a bad feeling, is all.”

Orlando nodded again. Last time they had gotten this far, their plan had failed at this same step.

“Don’t worry,” Jessie grinned, giving him a thumbs-up. “Lils said she’s making sure we’ll get to the lower levels safely.”

“Yeah, trust Lils,” Ana said.

Delano looked down at Fang on her leash, who was looking up at him, tail wagging. Finally, Delano nodded and looked back up at the group. “Let’s go.”

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aroarolibrary · 3 years

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Oh man so, first off: congrats to angel/dean shippers on getting your canon thing in spanish but secondly:

Man this whole thing that’s been happening with this show over the last few weeks has 100% reminded me that this show and Sherlock were the two fandoms that made be super romance repulsed because of all the internalized self-hate and trauma they caused me. Like. I was romance repulsed before but those fandoms?? Jacked it up to 100% for years in which I couldn’t interact with any romantic stories or fandoms at all.

Story time!!!

Tw for: self harm, self hatred, hypersexuality, mental health issues, child neglect.

So imagine you are me: a young person who has just graduated high school and, very suddently, went from being “single mother of your little sister” who you had essentially raised on your own for the last four years when she was 5 to 9 yo to “every day college kid that sees their sibling that they raised for the last four years maybe once a month.

Also imagine that, out of all of your high school friends, none of them are attending the same university as you and so. Well.

You’re feeling pretty lonely and depressed.

Now also imagine: you didn’t really have a chance to consume media I HS because: parent. In fact 90% of what you watched was kids cartoons for your sibling +bonus Inuyasha at 3am as a...Uh....treat.....(that’s the kind way of saying ‘setting an alarm at 3am to check to make sure the parents actually got home from wherever TF they vanished to nearly every night).

But hey! You are free now and can watch/read what you want between classes! Only, well, where to start? You go to a book store and find a Sherlock Holmes book and think “okay ya I’ve always wanted to read these!” And proceed to consume them in one week flat.

They are amazing. The relationship between Sherlock and John reminds you of your and one of your best friends/honorary cousins that you haven’t seen in a while and it brings you comfort to read, but now you are out of stories so, you do what any person this day in ages does: you find fanfiction. Now, Sherlock wasn’t a thing at this point and so nearly all the fanfics were based on the books and, of those, 80-85% you gen. No romance at all. Just relaxing stories about friends and solving mysteries.

Then Sherlock happens and, don’t get me wrong, I was definitely a fan when the show started, but suddenly fanfiction was no longer mostly gen, it was shifting, becoming more and more shipping and romance related and it became harder and harder to find non-romantic stories.

Then a person I was living with suggested supernatural. “It’s a story about brothers and it focuses on them.” They said “very little romance. You would probably like it.”

And so I watched it and, they were right, I did. And ya, that one wasn’t exactly like the early Sherlock Holmes fandom, it had a lot of shipping from the get go, but I could also really easily find gen fics that focused on siblings and familial relationships and ignore the rest since there was a pretty even 50/50 split with a slight favor on the gen side.

(Keep in mind there is a LOT of other irl trauma going on in the BG of this story which I know I’ve talked about before. A lot of which is also feeding into the romance repulsion and my avoidance of romance in fandom spaces along with my “blossoming” hypersexuality)

Anyway, the familial relationship in spn was a comfort. At the point I moved from Sherlock to SPN I was in my second year on university and was doing a bit better mentally (in the “sadness” front at least) but I was still missing seeing my sister a lot and so SPN was a comfort in that sense. It was something to relax with that didn’t have romance or anything of the sort that, at that point, was only driving me further and further into hypersexuality (I was dating my first ‘official’ partner at that point and, while I can recognize it now looking back, romance in shows and movies made me feel inadequate as a partner. Like I was failing and not doing enough. Was not romantic enough. Was not showing affection enough. But physically I also couldn’t bring myself to do those things either. What I could do was sex. And, well, when that’s all you have to offer...)

ANYWAY: spn was the one show I knew of on TV that was low to no romance and that the fandom was also decently low on romance, instead focusing mostly on family and the brothers.

Cut forward a few years, I’m back into a depression, I’ve failed at a relationship again because all I can offer is sex and that’s really not enough for people that are looking for actual romance and:

And supernatural introduces an angel character to the show. It’s interesting but I’m pretty depressed and not really all that interested in the show anyway at this point-

But then the fandom happens and it’s like a flood. The romance pours in from all corners along with the absolute hate for anyone that doesn’t see anything romantic happening. It’s like watching a wild fire go through a fandom, what was once a fandom that mostly was just about siblings all of a sudden became all about this angel character and Dean. So much so that it over shadowed everything and any attempt to just enjoy the show as a gen thing or as a family-centric show became impossible.

It was also around this point that a lot of...idk what to call it really because it wasn’t exactly hate, it was like a “this is the only way to read/be in this fandom and if you aren’t we are going to harass you non-stop until you see things our way”. If you couldn’t see the romance between these two characters it was because you were homophobic. If you preferred gen it was because you were homophobic. If you focused on just the brothers and their relationship it was because you were homophobic. If you couldn’t see that Dean was better off in a romantic relationship then with his brother who he had an ‘unhealthy’ relationship with then you were homophobic.

(Keep in mind at this point I was out as bisexual and had attempted to date a woman at this point. I say attempted because, well, again: aromantic even if I didn’t know it then)

It was intense and, from the POV of an aromantic person struggling with being unable to understand even basic romance: it was traumatizing.

I tried to see it, to understand what these shippers were seeing that I couldn’t. Yes, I could see how Sam and Dean’s relationship could be viewed as unhealthy, but as someone who had lived a similar life to theirs as a kid, and to suddenly be bombarded with this idea that the “healthy” way to cope with that is a “romantic relationship” it was a lot. And by a lot I mean a death spiral.

There was...a lot of one night stands and sex and half-attempted relationships after that, in that desperate attempt to understand. There was also panic, nausea, fear that my own relationship with my sister was unhealthy. Was causing both of us harm. That the only way I could keep from hurting her further was to find a “healthy” romantic relationship instead because siblings aren’t meant to be close, not even those where one raised the other alone for years on end.

I had no context outside of fandom about what a healthy sibling relationship looked like and, hell, most TV shows at the time painted sibling relationships as antagonist 90% of the time and with them only interacting when necessary. My parents both had siblings but my dad talked to his maybe once a month and my mom faught with Hers a lot. I had never faught with my sister. We got along perfectly, mostly because from the ages on 13 - 18 I lived for her alone and so I was used to putting her first no matter what.

But this fandom, that had been a comfort for me for a while, suddenly said that was wrong. That instead romance was the way to go and I...

Well. I am conscious of myself enough now to know that I was purposely hurting myself. A lot. Punishing myself over and over and over again, not just because I couldn’t figure out how to “feel” romance like I was supposed to do but also because I was a terrible sibling. Because I had failed my sister some how and had ended up in an “unhealthy codependent” relationship with her since, if Sam and Dean’s relationship was like that according to fans, then obviously so was ours.

(God and don’t get me started on the spiral that the new Inuyasha Sequel put me into a few months ago. I’m STILL not out of that spiral yet. These last few months have not been good for the “romance isn’t important/is unnecessary” front)

I would like to say that I soon realized how terrible the fandom was for my mental health and that it was causing me to harm myself but that isn’t how this story ends. How it ends is that I Eventually I ended up not being able to watch SPN any more. Every episode was just another dagger in my side. Another failure to press my face into. Another series of interactions where I couldn’t see. Couldn’t understand. Another episode that would let to another desperate one night stand/attempt at understanding how this was better. Healthier. How this was how things were supposed to be. Another night of not talking to my family or friend and another few days of not talking to my sister because talking to her too much was wrong.

So ya. This story doesn’t end nicely. It just slowly fades to black. To a point where I hate myself so much that I can’t bring myself to interact with the fandom or internet at all. Where everything just kind of...goes away and vanished but where the trauma still exists. Where stories that start out about family and, suddenly, introduce love interests leave me nauseous and choked. Where my romance repulsion gets so strong that I can’t sleep because I just keep remembering my failures. The fact that it’s not healthy to focus or care about your family. That there must be romance. There must There must there must. Because with out it all other relationships are bad/wrong/unhealthy and you are bad/wrong/unhealthy for only having those.

Just the endless mantra. All night long.

Bad.

Wrong.

Unhealthy.

Bad.

Wrong.

Unhealthy.

Bad

Wrong.

Unhealthy.

Over and over and over again.

#can you tell what’s been on my mind all night?#ah memories #at least I’m at a point where I can recognize this as self-harm behavior to ‘fix’ myself #and not a healthy ‘but maybe if I have more sex I’ll fall in love’ situation i had going on before

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felixnation · 3 years

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THE TOP 10 WORST KPOP SONGS OF 2020

(WARNING: I DON’T LIKE THESE SONGS AND WILL BE MEAN AT THEM. I DO NOT HAVE ANY PERSONAL BEEF WITH ANY OF THESE GROUPS OR ARTISTS SO DON’T COME FOR ME IF YOUR FAVE MADE A STINKER TRACK THIS YEAR.)

Ah, 2020. The year where disco came back, the 80s came back, and everyone was titling their songs after nonsense words. It was a good year for k-pop overall, with a lot of new trends entering the game towards the end of summer. However, there were some real clunkers that refused to get out of my head this quarantine and pissed me off to varying degrees each time I heard them. This list is an attempt to chronicle all of those.

So without further ado, let’s get this shit done.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

NCT 127 - PUNCH This isn't actually a bad song, hence it only making it to the honorable mentions section. In fact, I think this could've easily made the best list had it not been for one thing, and that's the presence of NCT 127, namely their rap line. The instrumental on this thing is absolutely killer and one of the best productions to come out of SM in a long time. The entire thing is bizarrely structured and incredibly gutsy, and therefore I think it's a travesty that an instrumental this incredible was drowned in ASMR-esque whispers and EYYYY WE BALLINs. There are a few salvageable sections, namely the first post-chorus, and we see glimmers of NCT 127's true potential, should they choose to explore this sound further.

CIGNATURE - NUN NU NAN NA Similar to Punch, I admire the production choices here - there are a few sections that blast you with 100gecs-esque womps, and that's always something I enjoy. The vast majority of the song rarely dips below decent territory, but since the entire thing hinges on the titular hook, it ends up falling apart right when it needs to bring the hype the most. I mean, building a hook around those notes was...an interesting choice, I guess. It reminds me a lot of fromis_9's FUN!, which also constructed the entire song around a terrible set of notes. Listen to them yell that hook at you and tell me it doesn't sound off. Most frustrating song of 2020.

ONG SEONG WU - GRAVITY Have you ever heard a drop this weak? I sure haven't. I hate the way he says DIVING INTO YOUR LOVE, the over-enunciation kills me and there's one syllable too many. Also, thanks Ong Seong Wu for giving CRAVITY the promo they deserve.

BTS - FLY TO MY ROOM I can't relax while listening to this, the beat is so sparse and has this nauseous sway to it that really makes me feel like I'm reliving these past 9 months of quarantine all over again. And just like quarantine, it really feels like this goddamn thing never ends. That final set of choruses is really a chore to get through, and I'm not the only one who thinks so - shout out to Taehyung for serving taste and I'm sorry Jimin convinced you to sing out of your natural range yet again.

TREASURE - MMM Ew.

I*ZONE - FIESTA It's a pretty standard girl group song up until that chorus hits and oh my god, who on earth produced this? Are they actively trying to trigger my psychosis? There are so many sounds happening that it feels like three or four demo tracks laid on top of each other, it makes me confused even trying to figure out what's going on here. And that post-chorus drop is horrendous, it's like the instrumental is literally screaming into my ear STREAM BLOOM*IZ!!! STREAM BLOOM*IZ YOU DUMB CUCK!!! YOU LOVE IT!!!

NOW FOR THE REAL LIST.

#10: TAEYEON - HAPPY

I do not like this. Taeyeon has one of the most powerful voices in the industry and instead of putting it to good use, she decided to put out the musical equivalent of eating a stick of butter. Bland, horrible texture, seems to go on forever and ever, you know you shouldn't be consuming it and you don't know why you're doing this to yourself, etc.

The MV contributed to my dislike, with Taeyeon whitewashed all the way into uncanny valley as she lounges around her beautiful apartment. Well of course you'd be happy if you lived in a place like that, I know I would. The sad thing is that there's some really nice vocal work here and there, but for the majority of the song, Taeyeon decides to serenade us in the most nasal tone that she can muster. I know she can sing better than this, and I'm disappointed in her for creating this and unleashing it on the world.

#9: WEKI MEKI - OOPSY

Whereas Picky Picky was annoying in the best way possible, Oopsy is annoying in the worst way possible. The instrumental legitimately sounds cheap, the drums sound so tinny and artificial that it's hard on the ears. Not to mention the hook, wherein the girls force their voices as high as they can go as they proclaim OOPSY!

I'm a huge fan of cute concepts, but when it comes to putting out a high-energy sugary track like this, you're walking a fine line between adorable and irritating. Weki Meki didn't even try to walk the line, they just dove headfirst into irritating territory without a care in the world. It literally feels like the audio equivalent of having to hold a whiny toddler and then it pisses itself and the mom is just cooing about how her little darling made an oopsy.

#8: VICTON - MAYDAY

It feels like for most of the year, the vast majority of boy groups were stuck in a rut, knee-deep in sludgy EDM and leather harnesses. You know the songs I'm talking about, and I could've put any one of them here, but I chose this one purely because that chorus makes me feel like I have a concussion. I don't like this song nor the trend it's representative of - I spent most of quarantine having the same dark BG concepts thrown at me over and over and I'm glad things are starting to take a bit of a turn.

The bridge on this is actually pretty great, and the guys in VICTON do know how to sing, as can be seen in the final post-chorus. But man, there's just nothing fresh being brought to the table here, just the same stale trends in their worst form yet. The hook is so slow and drowsy, the same few notes just repeated over and over. I have not seen the MV because I feel like I can picture it well enough in my head just by listening. Are there harnesses? Don't forget those, boys.

#7: MCND - SPRING

Only Pentagon are allowed to do these concepts.

#6: HYO, LOOPY, SOYEON - DESSERT

This is genuinely unlistenable as soon as the drop hits, with a vocal stitching job that might be a horn synth, I'm not sure. That's how annoying it is. The producer is clearly incompetent and the performers are oozing with personality, though not the pleasant sort. The hook is bratty and the raps here are beyond generic. After the halfway point, there are a couple interesting sounds thrown into the mix, but it's not enough to save things.

Soyeon in particular sounds awful here, with her iconic nasally tone morphing into something genuinely irritating and borderline spiteful. Age up the toddler from the Oopsy comparison to around 7 or 8 and that's basically what you've got here. All I can hope is that this song is not influential in any way, shape or form, because I just had a vision of Blackpink imitating this production style and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

#5: SECRET NUMBER - WHO DIS?

I'm not sure how many Secret Number fans are out there, but I'm about to make all of em real mad at me right about now. However, it must be said.

This is basically Your Turn by Kaachi again.

I don't think I need to explain that hot take, just listen to the song. It's surprisingly amateurish, to the point where I feel like the vocals aren't in sync and they just used the first take they got from each girl. The raps in particular are awful, and I swear they even sound like they go off-key a couple of times. How this blew up in any aspect is bizarre to me. Anyways, stream Photo Magic and stan Kaachi.

#4: BAEKHYUN - CANDY

Did you want a k-pop version of Yummy by Justin Bieber? No? Well, Baekhyun decided to make it anyways! At least Yummy was sort of funny in how bad it is, this is just...a somber affair. Inexplicably, he manages to oversing the final third of the song, which I don't get the point of, but okay. Lazy, underproduced and overproduced at the same time, bland, boring, annoying...

Wait, did he just say...

Okay, I changed my mind, this is hysterical. Like Pop rocks, strawberry, bubble gum...

#3: (G)-IDLE - DUMDI DUMDI

I'm so sick of this group's 'ethnic' schtick, it's like they never learn. They just don't give a fuck - after a string of genuinely great tracks like Hann, Lion, and Oh My God, they just decide to put out this shit and expect me to listen to it? They're a group with a lot of potential, with some brilliant vocalists and the talent that is Soyeon (who really loves being on this list, apparently) but if they continue down the path of using different cultures as concepts I can't support them any further.

The song itself has salvageable parts, a recurring theme on this list, but the over-the-top tribal influences are so obvious and tropey that even listening to it feels gross. (G)-Idle have more creative control than most groups, and the fact that they're capable of creating works of art like Lion is what makes me harsh on them. Instead of moving forward, they continue to regress into their comfort zone of cultural appropriation.

#2 YOOA - BON VOYAGE

Speaking of cultural appropriation...are we gonna address this? Nah? Okay.

Oh My Girl, YooA's parent group, has a history of blatant cultural appropriation (and arguably some legit racist moments depending on how you look at it) and they seem like they're not changing anytime soon. That's why this particular song stings even more than it probably should. If you thought Dumdi Dumdi's tribal influences were a little too on the nose, take a listen to this chorus.

YooA has a bad voice, is wearing tribal face paint, and is running around the wilderness whitewashed into oblivion while a choir of nameless voices chant vaguely tribal things behind her. Even in an industry like k-pop, this sticks out as something in bafflingly poor taste, and I can't see how she got away with this in 2020.

#1 BLACKPINK & SELENA GOMEZ - ICE CREAM

Well, this is a predictable pick.

I don't know why or how Blackpink thought they could get away with drip-feeding blinks content for 4 goddamn years in the lead-up to their first album, only to drop this big fat clunker on them. I honestly felt insulted by the song, from its cheap, tinny production to the god-awful lyrics. I don't know how anyone could find any value in a piece of music this soulless and hollow.

Lisa's raps are by far the worst part of it, with FIRE BARS such as "you're the one been chosen, play the part like moses" and "mona lisa kinda lisa". Unfortunately, these raps take up a good portion of the song, and there's nothing going on in the instrumental to distract you from them, save for that little ice cream truck jingle. (or at least I think that's what the producer was going for)

Selena is a non-presence and essentially blends in with the girls, who WAIL that awful hook like their lives depend on it. Also, there's some really cheesy innuendos here that're sung with all the sex appeal of the actual ice cream truck driver from literally your neighborhood.

I loathe what this song represents - the only good thing about it is that the girls look stunning in the MV. And that's exactly the thing - this song represents the exact moment in time wherein Blackpink admitted to their audience that music is no longer their main focus. This is the peak of their influencer-ization, and only time will tell if they'll redeem themselves. (Spoiler: They sort of did, goddammit.)

#kpop #worst kpop #kpop review #review #yooa bon voyage #blackpink ice cream #mcnd spring #dumdi dumdi #baekhyun candy #victon mayday #secret number #taeyeon happy #weki meki

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luna-rainbow · 4 years

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aug 2020 jdorama

It's confusing times for the Jdrama world, as TV stations scramble to cope with the void created by cancelled Olympics while simultaneously trying to cobble shows together while restrictions are occurring. The disconnect between Japanese variety shows - where strict social distancing and handwashing is evident - and the drama world is stark, with all of the dramas I've seen so far this year trying to ignore what's happening in the real world. August 2020 saw some popular works come to an end. BG 2 finished up rating 15.6% while the much awaited Haken no Hinkaku rated a comparatively disappointing 12.7%. New on the block is the sequel to Hanzawa Naoki, which is holding its ratings above 20%. I tried for what must be the 3rd or 4th time to watch this series, but still could not get through the first episode. That is not to say this series is without merits, only that I'm probably too ignorant of economics and business to appreciate it. I've also watched the first episode of Keiji 7-nin 6th season, and I don't have much to say about it except that the quality remains consistently good across the seasons, so a good watch if police procedurals is your thing. Ryuu no Michi Stars: Tamaki Hiroshi and Takahashi Issei Synopsis: the owner of a factory and his wife committed suicide after being driven into debt by a large company. His twin sons attempt to get revenge ~20 years later. I couldn't finish the first episode, even on fast forward. These are 2 amazing actors, but maybe I'm just not in the mindset for revenge dramas. Takahashi portraying Tamaki's role prior to "plastic surgery" was an impressive act. The plot feels like Ouroboros (with Oguri Shun and Ikuta Toma), but the stakes feels much higher because neither of the main characters actually have much power or authority. I really miss seeing Tamaki in mainstream stuff, but lately he seems to be committed to dark stories about broken people. Hopefully his October drama Gokushu Fudou would be a nice return to more light-hearted themes. Watashi no Kaseifu Nagisa-san Stars: Tabe Mikako, Oomori Nao Synopsis: Aihara Mei is a high achiever in the pharmaceutical company she works in, but has no time (and no capability) to manage her domestic affairs. A male housekeeper Nagisa shows up on her 28th birthday. A bit of a dark horse this season and possibly reflective of a time where the general audience just wants something sweet and happy, this drama managed to rate ~13% despite its leads not being huge. I've quite liked Oomori in a couple of dramas I've seen previously but it's unusual to see him in a rom-com. He brings an affable sweetness and innocence that not many Ossans can manage at that age. There's quite a lot of cute comical moments, and is well worth the time if you just want something to take your mind off the craziness going on outside. Oyabaka Seishun Hakusho Stars: Muro Tsuyoshi, Nagano Mei Synopsis: Obika Taro single-handedly brought up his daughter after his wife passed away. Very concerned that his daughter will now go to a co-ed college after having had all of her education in a single sex school, he enrols in college to keep an eye on her. This has all the trademarks of Fukuda Yuuichi, so if you enjoyed the Yuusha Yoshihiko series, or Kyou kara ore wa! (or Saiki Kusuo no Saina or Gintama) then this is for you. Otherwise, the humour might be a bit hard to get into. It's full of WTF moments but as often is the case with his movies or shows, the pacing always seems just a tad off-kilter, so that there are moments of slowness, moments of a joke going on for too long, and moments where you haven't had a chance to appreciate the laugh before it spins away into something else. Part of that I suspect is because he relies a lot on his actors to ad-lib for comical effect. To that end, Muro Tsuyoshi is great, but not everyone is able to bounce off him. A bit surprised by Aragaki Yui's appearance (maybe she wanted to pick up an easy job in the lull?) but would love if this was a gateway for her appearing in Gintama 3, if that ever happens.

#jdrama #jdorama #oyabaka seishun hakusho #watashi no kaseifu nagisa-san #ryuu no michi

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chinatea · 5 years

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Ian/BG, royal abo au, a side story to SG/Di royal au. Takes place shortly after BG arrived at Snow Castle for the first time.

Warning: omega pussy up ahead.

Jiyeon. Is. Livid.

As in angry-sparks-crackling-in-the-air livid.

Last time he was so mad was when some dusty alpha lord back home thought it would be a good idea to pull him onto his lap for a laugh and live to see another day.

He thought wrong.

If there is one thing that Jiyeon won’t stand for, it’s disrespect. He’s a prince. A royalty. The monarch-to-be. And he’d be damned if he ever had to take lip from anyone, be it his own damn mate, let alone some lousy keeper of the royal chambers.

Not that the wretched thing had the nerve to run his filthy mouth in Jiyeon's presence, of course. That Jiyeon might even have respected, the outrageous audacity of it - would still flay him alive, of course, but respectfully.

But no. Jiyeon just happened to overhear a conversation between a couple of mouthy attendants. The attendants were immediately questioned. Vigorously so. Apparently the conniving bitch hated his guts. For reasons as old as the world itself, no less - Ian just happened to take him to bed that one time...

Years ago.

And suddenly, everything fell into place. All those unfortunate accidents that seemed to hound Jiyeon’s new life in the castle. Very naughty indeed. But as long as Jiyeon is concerned, the only person who is allowed being naughty here is him.

No one else.

He doesn’t bother knocking as he simply invites himself into Ian’s chambers. He’s slightly peeved at the alpha, too. Not because he had lovers in the past - gods know, Jiyeon hadn’t been a saint either - however, for some reason, Ian thought it perfectly acceptable to put one of his little flings in charge of Jiyeon’s comforts and now his dearest alpha is going to hear all about how utterly moronic, in Jiyeon's opinion, that decision was.

Only Ian isn’t in his chamber when Jiyeon arrives, eyes furious and hair wild, static electricity zipping through the air.

Jiyeon huffs, pacing in circles until he finally finds an armchair to squeeze his bottom into, arms crossed and eyebrows drown in a frown. He’s deeply upset but also tuckered out. He’s been running circles around the castle for the past two hours, upending the whole castle in search of that traitor, and he’d be damned if he spends another hour in the same fashion. Better to stay put and sooner or later, Ian’s bound to come looking for him anyway.

His anger gradually lets up as minutes pass and before he knows it, he has his eyes trained firmly on Ian’s bed. Matted onyx base hovering in the air with dark gossamer veil for privacy. The sheets glint silky and inviting in the light of many candles.

A moment later, a wicked idea has fully consumed his mind as Jiyeon rises back onto his feet, fingers working on the buttons of his lavish gown, letting it slide down his lithe body and swarm around his ankles. He steps over it gingerly, palms running up his bare arms - the chill nips at his skin and Jiyeon shivers, but not just from the draught in the room - he's impishly thrilled.

For a moment, Jiyeon forgets all about manners or his status: that he’s a prince and there is a strict etiquette to adhere to before invading an alpha's bed. For a moment, Jiyeon sinks right back into the mindset of a little devil that has been playing the game for too damn long to be beaten at it by some prissy little wretch.

The sheets are chilly when he climbs in, clinging to his skin like morning frost. Jiyeon curls into a ball and rubs his palms together, casting a little warming spell that Ian taught him a few days ago. It’s still finicky but it does the trick of keeping him nice and comfortable under the covers.

In fact, it’s so nice he barely notices when he falls under, soothed by the pleasant warmth and gentle rocking of the bed from side to side. Ian’s bed feels princely and Jiyeon doesn’t think he'd ever want to leave - his own bed pales in comparison, an icky little cot.

(And now Jiyeon is fully aware who he has to thank for that.)

Jiyeon has no idea how much time has passed, whether it’s been an eternity or less, but what he learns upon waking up is that - he’s not alone in the room any longer. Also, Ian looks younger than he’s surprised.

Jiyeon takes his time stretching his limbs, not at all bothered by his alpha's heavy gaze on him, devouring every inch of skin presented. Jiyeon stifles a giggle, pulling the covers up in a belated attempt to preserve his modesty. His drawn up knee stays strategically untucked to further titillate his alpha with the view - innocent yet lewd. His body is a marvel, nurtured in the sweet richness of the southern magic and pampered to perfection. His alpha should be in awe. And he is…

He is.

“You’re...here,” Ian says, voice barely above a raspy growl as his eyes wander. It’s heated. And the pit of Jiyeon’s belly stirs in response, awakened by the thick desire sipping into his alpha’s gaze.

His slit is greedy and selfish, it’d push him to do anything to catch his alpha’s attention, to seek his approval and gain pleasure from his touch. His slit is also bloody stupid but for now Jiyeon allows himself to melt into it, his natural instinct to please - Ian is his mate, if not him, then who.

“Your bed just looked so comfortable,” Jiyeon murmurs, tipping his chin down in a demure gesture that alphas find extremely pleasing. “I couldn’t help myself, alpha.”

He knows very well that what he did was naughty, intruding into the alpha’s private space like that - they haven’t been intimate yet, with the exception of kissing and groping and such. By all accounts, he is asking for trouble, but Jiyeon can sense when an alpha wants him - and Ian, Yannie, doesn’t just want him, he adores him.

“Whatever I’m going to do with you,” Ian sighs, picking Jiyeon’s gown off the floor and burying his nose it, taking in the scent, eyes locked with Jiyeon’s.

It’s desperate and raw, the sexual tension between them. A needy sound trills at the back of Jiyeon’s throat. His omega whines to present himself, open and wide and lewd, to beg for Ian’s mouth. It’s been so long since he had anyone give him what he needs, but this time…

This time, he knows it’s more than just that - Ian is getting to him, stirs his blood and it messes with his head. Jiyeon hasn’t been the same when they’re around each other.

“I don’t know, alpha, show me,” Jiyeon aims for a flippant giggle, but it comes out more akin to a whimper. His lips tremble, fingers gripping around the silk. His slit throbs - he wants him so much.

“Please.”

A floral tattoo is wrapping around Jiyeon’s thigh, starting at his ankle as a single sprout and flourishing into a bouquet of swirls, petals and colors. Ian traces it gently, gaze transfixed on the elaborate design, the way it transforms under his fingertips, responding to his touch.

Tattoos like that have a special purpose in Jiyeon’s family. Infused with powerful magic, they act as sigils to protect, heal and nourish. Everyone in his family has one of their own with a unique design that matches the frequency of their soul. It’s ill-advised to let others see it, let alone touch it, but exceptions are made for close family and mates. And Jiyeon has been careful to save that part of himself for his husband - let him be the first to see it, caress it, kiss it silly.

“Yannie,” Jiyeon calls, voice breathless, as he reaches out for the alpha, tugging at his clothes. “Want to feel you, skin to skin.”

And Ian doesn’t have to be asked twice. He pulls his loose shirt off his body, hard muscles of his stomach rippling under the skin and Jiyeon whimpers, wanting to touch and kiss and nuzzle his way down to the real prize - his husband’s cock. He’s a little cockslut, has always been, most omegas are - but Ian’s cock is a fucking masterpiece and Jiyeon wants to lick every inch of it before taking it inside his dripping slit, fuck himself into stupor, just let himself loose.

Gods know, some days that’s the only thing he ever wants.

Jiyeon falls back onto the pillows, marveling at the sight of his husband as everything inside of him is pulsing with need. Sweet scent of his arousal is cloying in the air, so heavy and thick he thinks he can grasp at it, smear it between his palms.

Ian, as bare now as he is, crawls over him, caging him in with his body, skin to skin. Jiyeon purrs, pressing a kiss to his neck. One of his hands rests on Ian’s shoulder before trickling down to feel up the tense form of his triceps, bulging with effort as Ian has to prop himself up to not crush Jiyeon completely. The tangible proof of how strong his alpha is, strong enough to submit Jiyeon to his will if he wanted to, sends his omega into a toe-curling glee - something that Jiyeon has always hated about his nature, although, if anything, he’s the one with the ability to hurt the other because Ian is so helplessly in love with him, his heart might as well be in Jiyeon’s hands.

It’s his luck that Jiyeon is just as mad about him, too.

“How beautiful, utterly breathtaking you are, my prince,” Ian says intimately, breath caressing his ear.

His hand is firmly placed at Jiyeon’s hip, thumb circling over a scattering of soft blossoms there - it’s nice and sweet, but Jiyeon wants more. Wants to grind over Ian’s cock, rubbing his heat over the sheer girth of it, make it all wet with his slick. He won’t be able to take it in, not just yet, but he’s tired of waiting. He needs something to happen now, he needs a release - needs to know what it’s like to feel his mate rub himself over his slit and paint it with his seed. If he can’t have it inside him, he wants it all over him, tasting it on his tongue, too.

“Yannie, please,” he says as he grabs at Ian’s hand holding his hip and brings it up to wrap his full lips around the thumb, giving it a nice wet suck, letting out a low moan as the ache between his legs transforms into an incessant buzz inside his head. He wiggles his hips and whines - a raw guttural sound of need.

“So impatient,” Ian chuckles, tone light but gaze completely overtaken by red - Jiyeon can feel his cock lay heavy between their groins, the thick shaft cradled between the folds of his slit, the fucking tease.

They kiss. And kiss and kiss again until Jiyeon can’t take it anymore, his hand sneaking between his thighs - Ian pins it down, eyes flashing blood.

“No,” he warns.

Jiyeon watches him, wide-eyed, heart in his mouth. Slowly Ian leans to kiss him again, under his jaw, then above his clavicle, mapping his way down his body, open and trembling under his lips. Then, finally a puff of breath caresses his slit - it clenches in response - Jiyeon rolling back his eyes in pleasure as Ian runs a thumb over it, parting the wet folds, smearing more slick along with it. Making a little mess - Jiyeon throws his head back, failing to bite back a moan. It feels like an eternity since he’d been touched that way by someone other than himself, his own touch so dull in comparison, lacking in so many ways - his body was made to be fondled and touched and fucked by someone else, the love of his fucking life. By Ian.

“Goddess, I want you,” Jiyeon mutters. “Want you so much. Your mouth, please. Please, please, please. Yannie.”

“So naughty, darling,” Ian says, rising up to press a wet kiss to Jiyeon’s parted lips, tongue slipping inside, it’s full of raw unbridled emotion, their kiss. All the while Ian keeps stroking his slit, tips snagging at his hole, teasing around the rim - a sweet torture, but torture nevertheless.

And Jiyeon’s just about had enough of it.

“Make me cum, alpha. Make me scream,” Jiyeon whispers, fingers digging into Ian’s neck. “Show me just how well alphas from the North fuck their omegas.”

“Anything for you, blossom,” Ian grins into his mouth, their final kiss before Ian grips around his hips, holding him down, and dives in.

They spend the rest of the day in bed, soaking in each other's scent.

Jiyeon is thoroughly tuckered out, but sated and blissed out, purring like a happy cat, curled against Ian’s form. The alpha is caressing his back, gentle fingers tracing the shimmering swirls of his tattoo, as they share kiss after kiss, sweet and mellow.

The events this morning, his ire, seem like a distant memory now. Cradled by all this coziness, the last thing he wants is to bring that wretch up and let him indirectly ruin the afterglow.

"I owe you an apology, petal," Ian says, out of the blue.

Jiyeon looks up from where he’s sprawled on top of Ian, propping his chin on the back of his palm.

“You do?”

Ian cards back loose strands of his hair, mussed up from their activities, a look of utter adoration in his eyes.

“I know about what happened,” he confesses. “Forgive me. I should have known.”

“So you do realize how ludicrous it was that you put one of your past flings in my attendance?”

Jiyeon doesn’t mean to sound sour, doesn’t want to spoil the idyllic mood - it’s not even that he’s upset with Ian, definitely not after Ian gave him so many orgasms he stopped counting at some point, but the whole thing has left him feeling a bit stupid. Like a laughing stock in the eyes of the whole castle.

Ian’s gaze softens further. He moves them together so Jiyeon can nuzzle into his neck, seeking comfort, as Ian kisses the crown of his head, warms hands holding him close.

“I am sorry, darling. It was years ago, back when I was careless and stupid, and I know it can’t excuse my oversight, but if there is any doubt how much you mean to me, how much your comfort means to me...”

“No,” Jiyeon stops him, kissing his chin. “There is no doubt, alpha. You take good care of me. I couldn’t wish for a more devoted husband, love.”

He follows with another kiss, seeking Ian’s mouth, kissing him wet and deep. Rolling on top of him in the process because from now on staying away will be one of the hardest things in his life.

“Although, you’re still very naive when it comes to omegas, aren’t you?" Jiyeon teases him after they part, smothering a giggle against Ian’s neck.

"So many things I still need to teach you, alpha.”

Ian retaliates with a low rumble at the back of his throat as he flips them again, rolling on top of his omega, a knee nudging between Jiyeon’s legs, spreading him open all over again - Jiyeon’s breath catches in his throat, heart thumping in his chest, a heady rush of alpha pheromones clings to his skin. Ian grins down at him, a thumb running under Jiyeon’s bottom lip. He says,

“I am eager to learn, blossom.”

----

Extras:

> In the North, the crown is passed down from omega to omega, so it's BG who'll be crowned Omega King in the future. Ian will be conferred the title of Prince Consort General. But it's not as if Ian is subordinate to Jiyeon. Those are just titles. De facto, they will rule together.

> According to the Northern tradition, BG and Ian must sleep in separate rooms until the first heat they spend together, consummating their bond. But BG was like, fuck that shit and moved into Ian's room anyway - it's not like anyone was going to tell him otherwise.

> Since BG was still a virgin, technically speaking, as his slit had yet been broken, they had to wait until BG's heat to go all the way, otherwise the experience would be too painful for him.

That's all for now, folks.

#personas au #ian/bg #my first foray into pussy business #yay

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Wings in the Dark Chapter 2: Suspicions

AN: Yeeaaahhh this one’s pretty much all from Levi’s POV. Get ready for some cat and mouse, guys.

Also I’m working on a playlist. hehehe. I love my playlists. Some songs just fit SO WELLLLL!!!!

Characters: Levi, Vampire!Reader, Erwin, Various BG Characters

Pairing: (Eventual) Levi x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 5102

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*Levi’s POV*

Levi leaned against the stone wall beside him, arms crossed over his chest and the shade of the roof mostly hiding him from view as he stared pensively out at the open field. The horse training was finished for the days, and the horses were being allowed time to roam in the open field for the time being. One individual, however, was spending some one on one time with a mare, walking through some common techniques to get a horse to trust you.

At first, he’d wondered why she was using such a long rope, since he was fairly certain the distance between a horse and a potential rider during this exercise wasn’t supposed to be that far. Quickly Levi realized that if she got much closer, the horse was not having it. It was truly afraid of her, though she appeared to be making some headway, if she was able to lead the horse around on the long rope while the other horses stayed clear.

Horses that had been trained and bred to retain nerves of steel and ignore their fears, especially in the presence of Titans and the chaos of a battle, and apparently all of them were at least skittish around her. That’s what he’d heard from the stablemaster, anyway.

Not a minor detail to be overlooked. And a problem, if she couldn’t get around it. Clearly, though, she was putting in the effort and time to fix it, and she didn’t mind going at the proper pace instead of trying to rush it. From what he’d been able to observe, she was also approaching the situation with an admirable amount of patience, no outward signs of frustration or anger when she reached a setback and had to back up a foot or so on the rope instead of shortening it a little more. Her approach changed slightly each time, too, attempting to adjust to fix whatever she’d done wrong the previous try.

Well, at least she had some positive character traits to be discovered alongside the worrisome fact about the horses he wasn’t going to ignore. So he could give her some merit while his suspicion raised a little more.

“Captain.”

Levi turned at the sound of his title, noticing the individual approaching him from the main building, a file in hand. He snapped a salute when he reached Levi, then held out the file for him to take. “You asked for the file on Cadet Y/N L/N.”

Levi nodded and took the file from him. “Thanks. You can go,” he said in a distracted tone, already opening the file as the soldier walked away.

His eyes scanned the information in the file, which was surprisingly scarce. Her place of residence was formerly Wall Rose, there was no living family, no record as he thought there might be after their spar. She ranked sixth in her class--which didn’t at all match the spar they’d had, and gave further credit to his belief she was purposely holding herself back even when it mattered for placement. Maybe she wanted to avoid the spotlight? She wanted her talents to be recognized, but she didn’t want them front and center since she was still trying to scrape by without her full potential being noticed. She excelled in individual evaluations, especially the physical and instinctual, but seemed to have some problem with others. It was noted in her file that she was a loner and outcast during training, suggesting teamwork might be a point of issue with her. The opinion of her classmates might shed some light on that matter--it could have easily been the other party and not necessarily her that was the issue. Some of her classmates had joined the Scouts as well, if he remembered correctly, so there were some around that could be asked.

Levi reached the end of the file far sooner than he expected.

There weren’t any official documents giving age or place of birth, just an inked in note marking that she was in her early twenties--older than most new recruits, strangely enough--and the name of the town she was born in. There weren’t any legal documents, and no visible records of her existence before she started leaving a trail behind in Wall Rose two years ago, with a rented space in her name and her official application to join the Cadet Corps the only real official documents here.

That shouldn’t have been possible. Of course, if she lived in the Underground beforehand, it would make perfect sense for her to have no trail until she surfaced, but it was right here in ink that she was born within Wall Rose.

Had she lied? Had she somehow managed to get topside without official immigration and slipped right through the fingers of the authorities? The Underground would have fit a little comfortably in his working picture of her--loner, exceptionally skilled in combat and other physical areas, not having a record before two years ago, the street fighting skills…

He wasn’t going to write off the Underground yet, but how she might have gotten topside needed some fleshing out before he could consider it more seriously.

Appearing out of the blue and an unknown past only made Levi’s unease grow. Maybe if there was more, he could have deduced what her reason for joining the military--hell, joining the Scouts--was.

More questions, and not much in the way of answers.

Dissatisfied, Levi returned to his position resting against the wall with the file now tucked under an arm, watching as the speckled grey horse with the black to white mane gradually came closer to her as the rope slowly shortened, but it’s caution and unexplained fear still kept it out of her arm's reach.

The new recruit in front of him was so nervous he was trembling. He might have thought he was hiding it well, but it was plain as day to Levi, who was leaning against the wall sipping on his cup of tea with eyes fixed forward on the recruit sitting on the other side of his desk. He’d called the young man in as a sort of character reference for L/N, asking him to state his opinion on the young woman’s abilities and if they were an asset to the Scouts.

His final question, however, had caused the recruit’s suddenly shifty demeanor, and Levi’s gaze narrowed slightly at him when he hesitated.

“Are there any qualities you feel she possesses that would be harmful to the Scouts?”

The recruit across from him couldn’t look Levi in the eyes, on the brink of saying something, but for some reason holding himself back. Levi waited for several moments before there was a spark of impatience starting to grow in him.

“Spit it out.”

The recruit’s shoulders hunched slightly, and he started to haltingly speak. “She doesn’t exactly get along with other people.”

Well, that could mean a lot of things. Levi wasn’t the friendliest person in the world, but that didn’t stop him from doing his damn job. Antisocial didn’t necessarily count as something that negated her ability to perform in the field. This kid needed to be more specific.

“Does she start fights with her comrades?” Levi asked bluntly.

“No, but she has been in a few--”

“Does she fail to communicate in the field?”

“Never, though--”

“Is she incapable of working as part of a group?”

“Not really--”

“Does she take actions that could cause harm to other members of the team in the field?”

“I haven’t--”

Levi let out a slow sigh. He kept interrupting the recruit because he didn’t need long winded answers that spun the narrative a certain way. He already knew he couldn’t entirely trust the feedback this kid was going to give him, because either he would downplay her abilities and up-play her flaws to make himself look better, or vice versa to make her look better, all based off the assumption Levi was asking because Levi was looking to have her join his squad.

It wasn’t too far off the mark, but Levi was considering adding her less and less the farther he dug into her background. And while he knew he couldn’t trust much of what the kid was going to say to his face, that wasn’t the point. It was what came after this that mattered the most, and it still gave him something to work with to get a little further in his investigation.

She communicated and worked just fine in a group, and while she had been in fights before, she hadn’t been the one to start them. It was starting to look more like harassment of some degree on the other side that kept her from interacting much with her peers. Aside from the pretty much confirmed antisocial behavior outside of the field, of course.

“You have to be more specific than ‘she doesn’t play well with others.’ I don’t always get along with other people--that doesn’t keep me from doing my job,” Levi deadpanned.

The recruit was really struggling to get it out now, his face all twisted up as he tried to rework his words. “While her skills are undeniable, socially, her relationship with her peers is...poor.”

Is that really what this amounted to? No one liked her because she wasn’t friendly enough with them? “Your complaint is that she’s not a social butterfly?”

“It’s more than that, sir, she’s not…”

Levi waited another five seconds before he decided this wasn’t being productive anymore. Time to kick him out of the office and go on to the next part, then. “Either come up with a solid answer, or I’ll take your silence as a no so you can leave to take care of that constipated look on your face.”

The recruit looked put out and frustrated, but he ended up standing from the chair and leaving, Levi watching him silently from over the rim of his cup and eyes lingering on the door after it had closed.

This sneaking around behind the scenes getting dirt on people was usually more Erwin’s speed, but Levi had been around Erwin long enough to pick up a few tricks of his own to use when necessary, like in moments like this. Levi could be subtle when he wanted to.

A few moments after the recruit walked out his door, Levi finished his tea, set down the empty cup on his desk, and followed after him, keeping far enough back that he wouldn’t be noticed. Just as he’d suspected, the recruit found his way back to another pair of recruits and proceeded to go about cathartically bitching about the situation.

Levi missed the part where the other two asked why Levi wanted to talk to him in his office, but since that wasn’t the important part, Levi wasn’t too concerned, stopping just around the corner and pressing his shoulder against the wall to listen in to what they really had to say about L/N when it wasn’t being filtered by the intimidation of speaking with a superior.

“Of course miss ice princess is being considered for Captain Levi’s squad. Why wouldn’t she?” the recruit who had been in Levi’s office was fuming.

“I don’t get why you two are so upset--if Captain Levi’s already asking about her, surely that’s because she has the potential, right?” asked the young woman in their group.

“You didn’t train with her--you didn’t see how downright infuriating she was! If it wasn’t for the occasional lost spar round or missed question on a test, or a margin behind someone else in an endurance test, whatever it was, she still somehow managed to look perfect. Even if you were ahead of her, it was like she was right there behind you!”

“Not to mention she didn’t even seem to try,” the third one muttered.

“Exactly! We’d work our asses off, and then she would waltz in and do whatever they asked her to as if it was as natural as breathing! It was so--so--so infuriating!”

“Sounds like you’re jealous,” the woman surmised.

“Wouldn’t you be upset? She didn’t even try! Then to make matters worse, she always acted like she was above us. Yeah she usually beat us all in everything, but she didn’t even try to be nice about it.”

“Yeah--I know this girl who tried to be friends with her part way through training. But she was always treating her like a plague--she’d move further away from her, or she’d ignore her attempts to talk to her or actively dodge her. She made it pretty damn clear she wasn’t in the Corps to make friends. And she was like that with everyone--she never let anyone get closer than necessary to her. Sure, she’d give you some tips in the middle of training, but it was always just what was necessary, and she never let the conversation move to anything personal. She’s a bitch,” the friend added.

“I figured all that time spent by herself, she was just focused on her training. It got me certain that she was going to be top of the class--some say she should have. Hell, I thought she’d be pissed when she got sixth, but I swear she looked pleased. Pleased! And I thought she wanted to at least make the top five with how fucking perfect she seemed.”

“Okay, so she was antisocial in training and she’s good enough at what she did that it made you all jealous. I still don’t see anything that would make you hate her so much. I’ve seen her around a few times and she doesn’t seem nearly as frigid as you all say. Distant, yeah, but she seems...warm, if a bit melancholy,” the woman said thoughtfully.

“Don’t let it fool you. She’s probably just trying to make a better impression now that she’s where she wants to be and is about to get placed--possibly in the best squad, now, too, apparently.” There was the sound of a boot scuffing the stone, then a thwack of a broom handle being thumped against the offender’s head. “Ow! And she’s not warm and she’s not innocent. I don’t know what she was doing, but she was up to something during training, even if we couldn’t prove it.”

“Oh? And what was it? She managed to get an extra loaf of bread on her plate?” the woman asked almost mockingly. Clearly she wasn’t convinced by their ranting.

“One of the most infuriating things about her was how she could break the rules and still get away with it! She used to sneak out all the time at night while we were in the Cadets, but no one could ever catch her. Even when we gave the instructors a warning that she would be sneaking out again soon, she still wouldn’t get caught, and we’d get in trouble for lying about a classmate. Not once was she caught, and we had classmates that could attest to her not being in bed at some point in the night, so we knew it was happening! But we could never prove it. It still drives me nuts to this day!”

“If you kick this floor again, I’ll hit you even harder--you are not messing up the cleaning job I’ve been working so hard on!” the woman fumed suddenly, and there was a bit of a scuffle before things calmed down again.

“I swear, if Captain Levi puts her on his squad I’m going to be so fucking--”

“Look at the bright side, you probably won’t have to deal with her anymore if that happens, because you’re nowhere near that league,” the friend teased. It sounded like there was going to be another scuffle breaking out, so Levi finally stepped around the corner to make himself known.

“Oi.”

The two boys immediately panicked, while the woman snapped to attention, eyes flickering to a fresh scuff mark on the stone with a clearly upset face to see the two were already back to mucking up her hard work. Levi ignored the two who were scrambling to their feet and trying to snap to a salute, walking past all three without even glancing at them.

“Get back to cleaning. And find another place to bitch about superiors,” he added before he continued down the hall and out of earshot once more.

Idiots.

There was nothing wrong with a little bitching to get it out of your system, but at least have the decency to do it somewhere less public where anyone could find and hear you.

However, Levi officially had some honest first hand accounts of her relationship to her peers, and a lead he could follow further into this mystery.

She snuck out a lot at night when she was in the cadets, huh? He wondered if she was still doing that now…

It seemed he had something to do now in the hours insomnia kept him from sleeping. He could keep an eye out to see if she was sneaking out, and try to figure out where she was going on these little escapades if they were, in fact, continuing after leaving the Cadets.

The more he looked into her, the more uneasy he became. He was already at the point where he knew he was going to have to bring up his concerns to Erwin, but he was going to make sure he’d gone as far as he could with this investigation of his before he went to Erwin.

For the first few nights after hearing about L/N’s nightly escapades in the cadets, Levi didn’t catch anything amiss. He was well aware of the best spots in this building to sneak out at this point, and had several points he liked to retreat to for some alone time that just happened to give him a good view of the surrounding area. He was fairly confident that if she tried to sneak out, he would be able to spot her as long as he was looking--which he was.

By the fifth night, he seriously considered the possibility that if she was doing something shady such as meeting a co-conspirator in the the night, the wise thing would be to cut all communication once she was inside the Scouts. If her nightly actions were something dastardly like that, then it was entirely possible that he wouldn’t see her sneak out because she wouldn’t make the attempts now in such a high risk area.

Still, Levi kept an eye out, always near a window at night so he could peer out into the darkness and see anyone trying to slip away if it did happen.

At long last, almost three weeks after the recruits had first arrived, he managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of a hooded figure moving in the darkness away from the building. Believing it to be L/N, he got up from his seat immediately, taking the less forgiving but more direct route of climbing out the window and down to the ground so he could close the distance before she left his sight entirely and he lost track of her. Going through the building down to the ground floor and to a proper exit would have taken him too long, so his unconventional route was one he didn’t second guess.

Landing quietly on the paved stones, Levi crept forward at a walk that was barely restrained from becoming a jog for the first few moments, keeping to the shadows like his quarry as he attempted to follow after her. He wasn’t armed in case there was trouble, mostly because he didn’t get the luxury of enough time to grab a weapon--he’d only caught a fleeting glimpse, so he’d had to act instantly.

Levi managed to catch up to where he would want to be on a tail after two streets, feeling himself settle down internally once he was the desired distance away. She didn’t slow down, plowing forwards with a purpose that told him she knew exactly where she was going and she was going to waste no time getting there--he just had to keep up.

Yes, she. He didn’t have confirmation that it was her, but he was operating off the assumption it was between the story he’d heard and the fact he’d been waiting for something like this to happen and her to be the culprit.

He continued to follow her street after street, taking several corners, occasionally losing sight of her before he caught movement again and continued on the path. After a few minutes, however, he realized these direction changes weren’t exactly pointed and purposeful, but random. They happened too suddenly and without warning for them to be planned.

She knew he was following her, and she was trying to shake him.

Hoping to make her think that she lost him, Levi slowed down his pace, allowing her to pull a little further ahead, far enough away it would be more difficult for him to follow, but at the same time it would give her the impression that he was too far away and that she lost him.

Levi managed to make it a few more streets this way, catching the edge of a cape or a flash of movement as she turned a corner to give him a direction, until suddenly, he realized he couldn’t hear footsteps or any other sound in the night, and he no longer had even a fleeting visual on her in order to give him a sense of direction.

That wasn’t possible. Pulling back had been risky, yes, but he’d been sure he could still keep track of her. And he should have at least been able to hear footsteps in the distance, because she would have had to speed up to lose him so suddenly.

Did she have ODM gear hidden under her cape? Had she taken for the skies to get out of visible range of the streets?

Wanting to test the theory before she could get too far, Levi used window sills, boxes by stalls, wooden awnings, whatever he could to climb up to the roof of one of the buildings, turning around swiftly with his head on a swivel as he tried to catch a glimpse of movement, a figure moving through the night either on ODM gear or on the streets down below.

Nothing. It was just him standing alone on this roof in the night’s silence.

Where the hell had she gone?

“Levi...why didn’t you bring this to my attention sooner?”

Levi scowled, meeting Erwin’s serious expression head on before he turned to move again, occasionally crossing the floor at an extremely slow pace, stopping for a while before he would turn around and move again. Considering Levi usually remained stationary, it counted as a sign of unease.

He had just come to Erwin with what he knew about L/N, which admittedly wasn’t much. For the most part, he was simply telling Erwin about his concerns and a bad feeling that he’d been harboring since meeting her. He did have some legitimate red flags, like her apparent trips out into the night that were continuing here at the Scouts and her lack of a record from before two years ago with nothing to show she might have been from the Underground.

“Because it was just basic curiosity at first, but the more I heard, the more I had to be concerned about,” Levi said pointedly, lips pulled down in a prominent frown as he mulled over everything in his mind.

“Well, based off what you’ve been able to find out, if she is a threat, how much of a threat would she be,” Erwin asked patiently, his eyes continuing to track Levi as he moved about the room. Levi stopped, turning his head slightly in Erwin’s direction.

“Erwin...she had me. In that spar on the training grounds. But at the last second, she shifted and threw the match,” Levi explained quietly.

“...I see.”

Levi turned around all the way to see Erwin sitting forward in his chair, hands laced together in front of him and pressed against his lips, eyebrows furrowed together in contemplation.

“Don’t mark her as an enemy in your mind, yet, Levi. Let this play out a while longer, first. This may be a situation where we need to spring the trap after it’s set to truly know the situation. So far, she hasn’t done anything to hurt humanity’s mission regarding the Titans. I don’t like how many unknowns there are with her, either, which is precisely why we have to approach this correctly. There’s as much a chance we could be wrong as there is that we can be right about her intentions.” Erwin’s hands carefully folded back over one another on top of the table, Erwin turning his gaze on Levi with that expression of his that usually appeared when he was mentally calculating a gamble. “Continue your investigation as you see fit, so long as you don’t outright antagonize her. We don’t want to risk driving her off, if these skills your glimpsing are as strong as your intuition tells you they are. She could still be a great asset if she’s truly on our side. Keep an eye on her, try to figure out at least if her intentions align with our own or run against them.”

“And you?” Levi asked suspiciously, looking to see if that gambling air about Erwin was tipping over into the dangerous side of things.

Erwin hummed. “I’ll do some digging of my own, see what I can find. Of course, if you can’t find anything concrete by the next expedition, going beyond the walls will allow you to get not only a stronger grasp on the skills she’s bringing to the table, but will help with figuring out her general intentions.”

“I don’t like the thought of having to babysit while we’re out there,” Levi returned flatly. Expeditions were far too unpredictable as they were without adding a mysterious woman of unknown capabilities and intentions along for the ride with the task to keep a sharp eye on her and evaluate her every move.

“Then perhaps you’ll want to find out if you can trust her out there or not, first. I know you can’t guarantee finding the answers to all of your questions in such a short amount of time, but you could at least find out if she will have the back of her fellow scouts on the first expedition,” Erwin said with a pointed look. Levi could already tell this mess might get a little ugly, but at the very least, knowing he could trust her not to turn and kill someone on the expedition would go a long way in making his job digging into her background a lot easier.

After Levi gave a nod of confirmation, Erwin continued. “In the meantime, I’ll make sure she’s placed in the formation so that she’s within your sight at all times. Considering the rumors you’ve stirred up that you might be looking to recruit her to your squad, it would only make sense for you to be watching her out in the field to see how she does. It’s also a nice excuse for you to make a few more direct inquiries to L/N, herself. You’ve done plenty of work in the background, I think it’s safe to say you can start approaching her as well. Subtly, of course.”

“After she shook me last night, she might already be on edge,” Levi pointed out. She had to have known someone followed her. There were no guarantees that she knew it was Levi, and he didn’t think she’d had the chance to confirm who was following her any more than he’d had a chance to confirm if he was following her.

“Then be careful about it. But whenever you come to a decision about whether she’s a danger or not, I want to know. This will go a lot smoother and faster if we’re sharing information.”

“I’m not stupid, Erwin,” Levi said with a long-suffering sigh, straightening up. “Anything else?”

Erwin’s lips twitched upwards towards a smile, his hands moving to a drawer to pull out some paper and ink. “Have fun making a new friend.”

Levi scowled again, turning to leave after it was clear Erwin was ready to move on to the next thing. He was a little worried about this task to test L/N’s intentions to help the scouts before going out into the field, especially because he knew that look of Erwin’s meant he would set it up and Levi would simply have to observe.

But, he did have his own ways of testing her out as a person, and some people he could get to help without having to inform them of everything behind it. He was already observing her from a distance and could safely continue to do so. With the rumors going around he was looking to take her in under his wing, he could use that to his advantage to ask a few questions and approach her at the right times.

Yet, despite the fact he knew he would have help in prodding at her to see a bit more of what she was made of, he couldn’t help but notice that his sense of unease that had been tickling in the back of his mind was not shrinking. If anything, it only seemed more prevalent. As long as he continued to have this feeling of unease about her, he wasn’t going to let the matter rest. He was going to figure out what she was hiding, if only so he could assuage or confirm his suspicions before they grew wildly out of control.

At least it seemed Erwin shared his concern, confirming it wasn’t all in his head, and there was cause to worry. He only hoped they could figure out what was going on here before they had to spring the trap, as Erwin had suggested.

Levi shook his head. He could worry about that, later. First, he had a recruit to get a feel of before they went outside the walls, and he had to make sure he didn’t spook her while learning what made her tick.

Thankfully, he already had a pretty good idea where to find her in her down time, with all the work she’d been putting in to fix the one glaring flaw in her ability to go outside the walls.

The stables.

Next Chapter---->

Levi Tags: @clary-quinn @humanitys-hottestsoldier @whalerus @sunny-flo

Wings in the Dark Tags: @regalillegal @animeluver23 @theshylittleelfgirl @queenthorin1 @dilucs-thighs

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vyvesvi · 4 years

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im so interested in bighit buying out these midtier companies...i wonder if anyone's next 👀👀👀

if i had to guess i would say cube, except for the fact that gfriend and seventeen (as the current main moneymakers of source and pledis) are the pinnacle of unproblematic faves/gp sweethearts like...they don't say jack shit their reps are truly flawless and i feel like thats a selling point, albeit not the biggest. seventeen and gfriend are like...so unproblematic its actually crazy, like i'd say loona is super unproblematic and they've never said or done anything like that but they don't have that international branding of being unproblematic...does that make sense? probably not.

anyways.

all that to say, i think cube has too many scandals for bh to want to acquire (bh ain't looking for any problems, no ty).

on the other hand, cube has amazing trainees locked in their dungeons (lee joohyun, female middle school jungkook please watch her dance vids omg, comes to mind) that could kill if they were managed by big hit/jointly manages btwn bh and cube.

the main selling point of svt/pledis and gf/source is that they've achieved so much success already with their own respective agencies. like, bighit is not trying to start any passion projects here, lmao. they want to capitalize on existing success and help them experience prolonged success, which i respect tbh.

i also dont think they'll acquire cube bc the only group that fits bh's buying profile thus far is idle (see above), but i dont think they're enough to be a selling point nor do i think their sound aligns like bh/pledis/source does so far.

starship, fnc, and wm, with mx/wjsn/everglow, aoa/cherry bullet/sf9/nflying, b1a4/omg/onf are all about the right size for bh to acquire but im not sure they will for various reasons:

Starship

mx is gaining in the west! they would allow bh to maintain a stronghold in the abroad/give bts a break/open a new revenue stream for bh

but the wonho "scandal" :(

wjsn fits the profile in terms of talent but they're not doing well enough on their own

stable fanbase though, might be worth investing in and attempting to grow

same for everglow actually

i think overall starship would fit bh but the main complications are:

1. partnership btwn yueha and starship, all chinese members of ss groups are yueha artists, idk how contracts would work but it seems tough

2. ss has been super successful on produce (all of their new groups have at least one pd winner (or might have one joining soon)) which is tough with the scandal. bh likes clean slates is my impression

3. ss is planning to debut a new bg, which could be a good thing except they'll most likely have a fresh concept (source: hyeongjun's face and perm and general demeanor) which might conflict with txt. bh is also long overdue for a gg which leads into the next point:

4. ss probably doesnt have female trainees to offer bc they just debuted everglow

5. sistar was such a big iconic group idk if ss would feel some typa way about being acquired tbh

FNC

see last point about sistar but replace aoa

nflying would def diversify bh's portfolio, i believe that day6 has been charting a little better as of late but nflying is pretty much the best moneymaking band otherwise (and bh cant acquire jyp so)

sf9 is doing well but not well enough for bh to acquire imo. also not really bh's style i think

cb...isnt really doing well imo, so bh wouldn't necessarily gain from a money perspective

i think omg would be a really good acquisition for bh actually! like they just need money and to nail down their dual concept thing

idk much about onf but they seem to be a different concept than txt so they wouldn't clash much

b1a4 is basically gone but their composers would be even more legendary with money

similar to prev. comment about sistar and aoa, i dont think dsp (kara), woolim (infinite), or jellyfish (vixx) would go for a merger for the same reason.

i could see mbk (t-ara) thinking the same, esp with their pdx success but they're messy bitches so anything's possible lmao

i think bh stands a good chance at acquiring fantiago (weki meki, astro) though, for p obvious reasons. wm and astro haven't been as popular as svt and gfriend though, so they would be a bit of a project for bh.

companies i want bh to acquire:

blockberry (loona), so long as bh only provides money, connections, and funny variety content and doesn't touch their concept. bh would also give them more rapping i think, which i support. loona has proven international success so i think it could happen

8d creative (onlyoneof) this would never happen but i need to get these boys some better exposure and more money. pls all of the blurry girls who didnt make loona are trainees here so bh could source their new gg. oof's concept doesn't conflict with txt's either!

i decided that in spite of the above i want bh to acquire starship and yueha. give these kids ur money. bring uniq back. yueha would also help them establish a foothold in china, which they dont currently have

wm for prev. mentioned reasons!

Individual Groups/People I want BH to Acquire (Mostly Unrealistic)

Cube trainee Lee Joohyun

Idle's Soojin

CLC's Eunbin & Seungyeon

All of NCT WayV

Twice Chaeyoung

AKMU

Kisum

Rothy

Groov1in (yes ik theyre a company shh there's like 4 of them)

M.O.L.A

#big hit #long post

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leoswritingcorner · 5 years

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it happened one night

i wanted to expand more on jean’s bg in 20′s au and answer that question of is she an accidental widow or did she really kill her husband? (cw for violence and sensitive subjects. but it’s not too bad. still fair warning!)

It had started out as a starry night. The full moon casting a silver glow across the sky. Gradually, however, the slow crawl of storm clouds began to darken out the shine of the stars and moon above. Thunder rumbles lowly at first, then booms loudly over New York, announcing its arrival.

Jean watches from the window of her bedroom as the rain start in easy drops until it begins to shower down in a brutal downpour. The sound echoes through the house. She leans back on the bed, and kicks off her heels. It had been another long night of a borish soiree her husband had dragged her to. With guests who he was eager to brag to, or appeal to. Guests with deep pockets and agendas that matched his.

She reaches up, and starts plucking away the numerous pins in her hair that held her massive curls in place. Jean winces, but sighs in relief at the pressure that eased away. Her husband, Vernon Adley, often requested...well, requested would be a term too soft. Demanded, was more like it. That Jean kept her hair a certain style, makeup to a certain minimum and wardrobe approved before each and every outing.

She often thought of thought of smothering the old man in his sleep. But that would be too good for him. Besides, she only had to bid her time. The annulment papers her father had drawn up and that she had signed just days ago would come into effect soon. Vernon Adley had been a thorn in her family’s side for years, and soon enough, the rug would be pulled from under him.

The storm seems to grow stronger outside, as Jean undresses. It was fashionable, a bit long, but the kind of dress that clung to her, and caught attention. The kind of attention Vernon was seeking out. Jean grits her teeth, remembering the way his fleshy hand had groped and grabbed at her all night. It wasn’t till she cracked his finger bones in her own crushing grip that he backed off. She throws the dress carelessly onto the floor, and tugs on a robe, tightening the sashes.

A loud pounding sounds at her door, before it practically flies off the hinges. Jean catches a glimpse of Vernon’s red face, and swears under her breath. “Ay que bueno.” She comments sarcastically, motioning to the crack that was made into the wall. “It’s late, Vernon. What do you want?” She asks sternly. The seventy-five year old man’s eyes are bloodshot, and narrowed on her, gripped tightly in his hand was a crumpled sheet of paper.

Jean flinches slightly when he lifts his hand, shaking the paper in her face. “What is this?” He barks. Jean closes her eyes, turning her head away from him.

“Annulment papers.” She replies simply. Vernon begins to let loose a swarm of swears, and Jean ignores them, settling onto the seat of the vanity table.

“On what grounds?” Vernon persists, slamming the paper on the vanity top. Jean glares at him through the mirror. Instead of answering, she picks up a brush, and begins to comb her hair. Vernon slams the paper onto the table again, harder this time, knocking over perfume bottles. “On what grounds?!” He repeats.

Jean shrugs, trying to keep her hands from flying out to strike the man in his ruddy face. “We haven’t consummated our marriage” She finally says, “and I never intend to do so.” Jean had made sure of that from the day they married.

There’s a wet sputtering that comes from Vernon. “Nonsense.” He gets out finally. “I want a son. An heir to-”

“You have countless sons from your first four marriages, Vernon.” Jean cuts in. “All legitimate and even some illegitimate to pick from. I will not give you any children.” She says, turning to face him. “Consider this my one act of kindness for these six months of hell you’ve given to me This marriage was to settle an old family debt.” She tugs at the wedding ring on her hand. “It’s settled, done.” She says with finality, as she tosses the ring down.

She doesn’t wait for his retort, and stands up. But before she can walk a step away, Jean feels a rough shove to her back. Vernon lands atop her, the bed squeaking under both their sudden weight. Jean struggles, turning herself around. Her green eyes wide, as Vernon fumbles with the robe sashes.

“You will give me a son.” He snarls, shoving her harder back into the bed. Jean feels a surge of fear and anger combined flow through her.

“Get off!” She hisses, scratching at his face. Her nails dig into his skin, and claw across his eyes. Vernon yelps, and Jean shoves him off. She flies out of the room, and down the hallway. She makes it to the office room, shutting the door.

Lightning lights up the room, and that’s when she sees the phone. Jean snatches up the receiver, trying to calm her breathing as the operator came on the line. “Connect me to Louis Hyes.” She whispers quickly. “Hurry.”

It’s quiet out of the room. She can only hear the storm. She wonders if Vernon passed out. Judging from the smell of his breath, he probably fell into some drunken coma. The line rings before someone picks up.

“Heath.” Jean breathes. “Tell papá to come to come get me. I can’t-”

The door flies open and Jean gasps, dropping the phone. Vernon stumbles in. His face and eyes were red, light traces of blood seeping down his face. Jean backs away, as he moves forward. “Do not come near me.” Jean snaps. Vernon picks up the phone, hanging it up. Neither of them knowing the other line had already hung up.

Jean rounds on the table, but Vernon’s form blocks her from the door. There’s something in his hand. “Come here, my darling wife.” He spits. “It’s only fair I slice your pretty face or throat wide open.”

Jean’s eyes widen in terror as he raises the knife. With a scream for help, she races to the balcony doors, flinging them open. Vernon comes close behind and the knife gleams in the flashes of lightning that cracks overhead. He charges at her, before she can scream again his hand is gripping her hair in a vice-like grip, twisting her head back.

Her body trembles from the cold of the pelting rain and fear. Her back bends as he forces her against the rail of the balcony, leaning over her. The storm practically roars in her ears, she barely hears Vernon laughing at her. Her shaking comes to a stop at the feel of the blade’s side pressing against the curve of her cheek. In one last attempt, fueled by absolute desperation she swings out her hand, hitting him in the throat, hard. Vernon gags, doubling over. A clattering sound lets her know he no longer had a hold on the knife.

He glares at her, and weakly lunges at her. Jean growls, fighting back as he pushes her once more dangerously close to the ledge of the balcony.

Their bodies twist and Jean uses all her strength to shove and push, until she feels his weight shift and slip away from her hands. The fabric of his shirt falls from her fingers. In the howling of the wind, his screams were lost. Thunder steals away the sound of his body hitting the pavement.

Jean stands there, stone still. The rain continues to beat down, the storm barely showing any sign of letting up. She dares a look over the ledge. Her hand comes flying to her mouth, muffling the sob that built in her throat. Six stories down, his body laid tangled, bloodied. He was dead.

She killed him.

That was what Vernon Adley deserved.

She plays along, crying and sobbing. It’s not hard to do. All she had to do was thinking of the past six months. Jean weeps, hiding into her half-brother’s chest.

The police take pity on her. The poor young wife had been bathing when her husband took a drunken fall off the balcony in the storm. His body had been there for hours before anyone even realized. They give their condolences and ask no more questions. They knew better.

Louis Hyes made sure every house servant on duty that night had their pockets and purses filled. If they played along, and kept their mouths shut and story right.

Heath kisses the top of Jean’s head, rocking his younger sister gently. “It’s okay.” He says softly. When no one else but their father is around, he adds. “He’s gone.”

“Gracias a Dios.” Jean whispers back. For the first time in a long time, she relaxes. Control. was back in her hands. Louis strokes his daughter’s hair. The storm began to lessen, but thunder still rumbled in the distance.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen, but things change all the time. Now the plan began.

#the answer is YES to BOTH #jean cordova #heath hudson #20s au #20's au

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sad-goomy · 6 years

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ship meme (ahoy)

coTagged by: @melodygardella thank you!! I’m gonna go ahead and try to do this with Pokemon (& Pokemon Ranger) ships because that’s what y’all are here for and I aim to please

List 10 of your favorite ships, in no particular order. Don’t cheat by scrolling down to see the questions yet, either!

LonaShipping (MoonxGladion)

SnowLilyShipping (LilliexHau)

MinaxMallow (does this have a name? I’m in rarepair hell)

SkullShipping (GuzmaxPlumeria)

FerrisWheelShipping (NxHilda)

ContestShipping (MayxDrew)

Conflictingshipping (GreenxLeaf)

Vantonageshipping (KatexKeith)

DuelingRangersShipping (SpenserxJoel)

PhaesporiaShipping (DianthaxCynthia)

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

I feel like I should say the Ferris wheel scene but tbh...it wasn’t until the last battle in pokemon black/white when I realized the sheer potential this had

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2?

I’ve read a fanfic or two that mentioned SnowLilyShipping in the bg but I haven’t actually read any, if y’all have recs send them my way!! I may also try and write a proper drabble or something for these goofsters eventually

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screensaver/profile picture/tumblr screensaver?

no, but to be fair none of them have

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

well it’s not canon so they can’t even break up, so jot that down I can see them as the couple that’s on-again off-again a lot in the beginning with all their bickering, but if it’s a for real break up, well...not completely surprising

5. Why is 1 so important?

my dude,,,,my guy,,, sit down because I have 2 answers

for personal reasons, this ship got me out of a long fanfic and general creative slump, like I was convinced for at least several years that I’d never write and publish stuff online (fanfic-wise), and I was feeling unsure about my writing in general, and then these 2 dorks came along and inspired me so much

as a ship, I see these 2 as so supporting and helping each other come out of their shells, I feel like Moon is the first person that Gladion truly trusts and respects just from meeting her outside of his sister and I could go on all day

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

started off as a joke in my mind and still kind of a more light-hearted, ‘haha what if’ deal than some of the others on the list

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

oof this is so subjective but I think I’ll go with ConflictingShipping because I see them as the childhood friends who never quite understood their feelings but always had some sort of spark between them

8. Out of all your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond?

probably RocketShipping because so many failed attempts at catching one pokemon and they still stick it out for each other? that’s commitment babe

9. How many times have your read/played/watched 10’s fandom?

I’ve played through pearl and platinum like twice each, and I’m in the middle of my second playthrough of x but please don’t make me try to remember add up all the times I’ve replayed pokemon games

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

well none of them are canon, so jot that down

in canon, I guess probably RocketShipping,,,but then my personal longest ships have probably been ConflictingShipping and ContestShipping from when I first watched the anime as a kid and was just getting into the games

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

probably like 12 times before they come to their senses, and half the time one of them doesn’t even realize they were in the relationship to begin with

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

practically speaking, VatonageShipping because I feel like pokemon rangers have mad survival skills that they’ve been working on since ranger school

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

I feel like they might have hid it at first just to avoid the ‘I told you so’s of all the friends and family who saw it coming for like, years

14. Is 4 still together?

they are in my heart

15. Is 10 canon?

well none of them are canon, so jot that down

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

I feel like RocketShipping and SkullShipping would fight dirty and have a shot until they did something stupid that sabotaged it for themselves

realistically, probably DuelingRangersShipping with their combination of experience and survival know-how

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

n kinda sabotages it considering he just leaves at the end and in general they kind of sabotage themselves with their conflicting philosophies

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

pretty much all of these but LonaShipping and ContestShipping hold a special place in my heart and you can pry them from my cold (due to low blood circulation) hands

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

man I sure would if they had one

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

none of these have ever actually set sail my dude, but I guess Mina x Mallow considering there’s so little there anyway rip in pieces

tagging: idk who’s done this or who wants to, so @jane-plane @pixel-sylveon @wow1076 @sansvirtuosity @aurantia-ignis and whoever’s reading this

#q me up before u go go #tag meme #ship meme #text #;goomy speaks;#what a fun distraction from all the reading i already have due #also time to get back to writing #in much ado news: the dialogue for the next chapter is all set #time to fill in all the bits and bobs

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