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skinandscales-if · 11 months
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Part two of the milestone celebration is…. a character reveal! Art and details hidden under the cut in case you want to avoid any spoilers, I’ll be tagging any further limited info as #S&S: Raijin.
Watch your back, starlight, you don’t want to make company of this man anytime soon…
(Check out part one here!)
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ACPD CRIMINAL RECORD
Name: “Raijin”, real name unknown
Gender: M
Age: 34
Status: Alive
Classification: Dragon-Shifter
Sub-Species: Lightningspitter
Rank Type: Reserved
Felonies: Money Laundering, Kidnapping, Smuggling, Human Trafficking, Criminal Contempt of Court, Disorderly Conduct, Extortion, Vandalism, Voluntary Manslaughter, First-Degree Murder, Robbery, Aggravated Assault, Assault and Battery, Conspiracy, Breaking and Entering, continued on page two.
Notes: Highly Dangerous and well-connected. Do not engage.
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omentu5 · 7 months
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remyfire · 3 months
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The fact that Margaret was ready to fight the Army for Hawkeye will always make me weep btw
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mud-castle · 2 months
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dm!Holly's reign was... an interesting time. Jayfeather often disapproves of her methods.
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muzzleroars · 2 months
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rotting in bed (not so bad edition)
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convolv0 · 3 months
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I don't get how people meet him and move on with their lives
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pespillo · 11 months
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was talking the other day at twt abt how Gus getting a trauma speedrun by looking into Philip´s memories plotline was fumbled and what i actually want to see from that sort of dynamic without TALKING ABOUT HUNTER
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berryblu-soda · 1 month
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yall think the team has started to go numb to losing someone by now? its happened so many times (jay´s had it the worst oh gosh)
an odd sort of numbness from knowing all too well this is exactly what theyve signed up for, a feeling hollow and cold but also eerly calm, worry, restlessness bubbling beneath everything
but the need duty to keep moving, keep fighting, you still have a world to protect (no time to fall apart, use the pressure to keep yourself together)
make their sacrifice count, and pray that if they come back, theyre still recognizable...
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andy-clutterbuck · 6 months
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3x01 | Seed
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schnaf · 21 days
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〈Troubleshooting〉 Sneak Peek Film
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skinandscales-if · 11 months
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Hey gang! As the title reads, we recently hit 1k+ followers on this account! I wanted to thank everyone who’s been a part of this journey so far, I’m incredibly grateful to have such a great group of people like y’all who’ve been so kind and passionate with this project, and I can’t wait to see where the years take us! I’m going to try and not make this too long, but seriously- it means everything to me and more and you guys are what make me want to continue to write and put this little story out there ❤️ thanks for making the risk worth it
Teaser below the cut for people who don’t want to see it! (Nothing is spoiled)
I got very into the idea of teasers and went a little out of the box on this one, so here’s part one of two for the plot teasers, featuring a vague visual collage of a poem, An Ode to Bears and Birds, that is told later on in the story, and is tied very intensely into the central themes. The next part should be more clear, and probably less of a downer lol
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dnphobe · 5 months
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imagine saying your thirties are too old to be posting slutty catboy photos. ESPECIALLY imagine saying that to someone who spent the majority of his twenties in the closet.
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remyfire · 21 days
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Did you know that I feel normal about them?
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plush4bunny · 22 days
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⚠️⚠️⚠️: mind the tags, please, and be respectful. if you don’t agree with the tags, don’t read the fic. thank you.
"May I cut in~?" Asks a radio-like voice superfluously, as you are swiftly pulled away from Valentino and into the redhead's arms.
- scene from @chrism02’s 13th chapter from their charming Alastor x reader fic called “Bolt from the blue”
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cerubean · 10 months
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priscilla's new apartment above the bakery
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eiirisworkshop · 3 months
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I want to post something, but I don't have anything finished, so you get a sneak peak at the sequel to my Star Trek fic, Chiaroscuro. Enjoy!
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Admiral Fitzgerald sighed and ran a hand over his face. “If I promise you you'll get another ship, will you take the damn promotion?”
Kirk crossed his arms. “If I can get that promise in writing from all the top brass, sure.”
“I'll see if I can swing that.” The Admiral pinched the bridge of his nose. “You're impossible, Kirk, I hope you know that. And you get away with more than you should, because, unfortunately, you really are that good.” He folded his hands on the desk. “What was it the two of you wanted to see me about, anyway?”
Kirk looked sidelong at Spock.
“We have a question, or rather a requirement, regarding our respective next assignments, for logistical reasons,” Spock said coolly.
“More demands,” Fitzgerald snorted. “What's this requirement of yours?”
“Nothing huge,” Kirk assured him. “It's just, wherever we're posted, if we're going to be there for four years or longer, we need to either be assigned together, or within a day or two's travel from one another.”
“Together would be preferable,” Spock added. “Simpler.”
“Uhhuh.” Fitzgerald looked unimpressed. “Why?”
“Well, um….” Kirk looked to Spock again.
Spock was staring fixedly at a book on the shelf behind the Admiral. “Certain circumstances arose over the course of our recent mission that resulted in the establishment of a particular kind of psyonic link between myself and the Captain. The phenomenon is extraordinarily common among Vulcans, but rare with members of other species. It was unavoidable, but it does now mean that the two of us must have at least periodic access to one another.”
“Or else what?”
“It would be fatal,” Spock said simply.
Fitzgerald nodded slowly and leaned on one elbow towards Kirk. “Does this, by any chance, have something to do with that detour you took the Enterprise to Vulcan a few years ago?”
“Short answer: yes,” Kirk said carefully.
“Well,” Fitzgerald leaned back in his chair, “I happen know that Commander Spock's next assignment is a four year teaching stint here at the Academy, and Captain, there's some fighting over you but it's looking like you'll be spending those four years behind a desk in one department or another, and unless Wyoming or Luna make particularly convincing cases for needing you before the ceremony Friday, it's looking like you'll be either here or in L.A. I figure that's easy enough travel.”
“Yes sir,” Kirk said along with Spock, biting back the urge to point out that the Admiral could have just told them they would be posted near each other anyway.
“If that's everything, I do believe you've already been given your accommodation assignments,” Fitzgerald said. “It's late, you've had a long day, and I know it can be rough to readjust to living by an actual day/night cycle again.”
“One more thing about that, actually,” Kirk said quickly.
“Captain,” Spock warned lowly.
“I was hoping one or both of us could be reassigned,” Kirk continued, ignoring the man who was no longer his First Officer. “So we're not on opposite ends of campus, at least. If there's not a good way to do that, I know the flats over at the north end of Academy housing are never full, that would work too.”
“Jim,” Spock warned again.
The Admiral looked back and forth between the two of them and tilted his head curiously. “Is this whole psyonic link business some kind of sex thing?”
“I do not believe that question is appropriate, Admiral,” Spock bit with a stern, cold evenness that almost came across as polite.
“Maybe not, but I think it's warranted. Kirk, you know those flats are family housing. They're for married couples and parents with kids. So unless the two of you are planning on getting hitched—”
“By Vulcan standards I'm pretty sure we already are!” Kirk exclaimed.
“Jim.”
“What? We are, aren't we?”
“Yes,” Spock confirmed, “but I do not appreciate your disclosing that without consulting me.”
“Well, hell,” Fitzgerald sighed. “Kirk, half the ladies in Starfleet are going to be heartbroken.”
“I don't think that comment was appropriate, either, Admiral,” Kirk said.
Fitzgerald shrugged. “You're the one who just told your boss you shacked up with your XO without clearing it with him first. Look, do you have some kind of documentation? A Vulcan marriage certificate, if there is such a thing?”
“There is, but we do not,” Spock said.
“Then there's nothing I can do for you. I couldn't get anything changed for you tonight, regardless. Go get some rest. You're both dismissed.”
Spock nodded once, turned on his heel, and strode out. Kirk followed with a tight “Yes, sir,” to the Admiral.
Despite the hour, there were still plenty of people coming and going in the halls—Starfleet never really slept—but Kirk and Spock did manage to get an elevator to themselves. Kirk punched the button for the lobby and the doors closed.
“You should have conferred with me,” Spock said to his reflection in the polished metal door.
“You're right, I should have, I'm sorry.” Kirk deflated against the elevator wall. He was exhausted. And starving.
“How and when to inform Starfleet of our relationship was not your call to make unilaterally.”
“They were going to find out sooner or later, and we were already halfway to telling Fitzgerald, but you're right, and I'm sorry.” He took a breath and shoved away from the wall as they neared their floor. “I'll grovel, I'll walk you through my thought process back there, whatever you want from me, but can we do it over food? I haven't eaten anything since the cheese and fruit and crackers at that third press conference.”
Spock's gaze slid over to him, carefully—ominously—blank. After a breath he dipped his head in acquiescence. The door dinged open and they stepped out.
“I recommend both,” Spock said as they walked through the lobby.
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