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parameddic · 1 year

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a '911: Lone Star cold-open' style starter! maybe your muse is in the landslide, maybe your muse is running the marathon but wasn't caught in it, maybe your muse hears about the landslide and comes to help pick through it (or comes to try to find their family member/loved one), maybe your muse is trying to get home and the landslide had blocked their path, maybe your muse is currently escaping the landslide, maybe maybe maybe maybe! do not feel obliged to match length at all, it is longer than it needs to be because the 126 are the 126 💞

This event had been in the works for almost 12 months, at this point, and while TK preferred cycling, he wasn't the sort the sort to miss an opportunity to get outta the house with his friends. Especially for a good cause, and on a day off.

"Would all Austin Marathon Runners please take their starting positions!" more an announcement than a request. TK was stretching out his hamstrings and quads, mostly unconcerned. He was not in this marathon to 'win' it. It was a marathon, there wasn't really a 'winner' anyway, the point of it was getting out here and turning up in the first place.

"You're not gonna line up?" His dad was responding to the call, though. If TK's enthusiasm for this marathon was at, say, a 3, his dad's enthusiasm was something more like 4000. Owen was running the marathon, but he was intending to win.

"It's a fundraiser-marathon, Dad. Not a race." No, he wasn't gonna gather at the line, he'd join the back of the pack. Still a good workout, but it was better to spread out a group of people all moving in the one direction, anyway.

"Yeah, but we stand a good chance'a winning it. We're firefighters." That wasn't even true, said the look TK gave him (excluded, mindlessly, again), and Owen amended, "Firefighters and a paramedic." Nancy and Tommy hadn't been able to make the event; Nancy had some family thing with her brother and Tommy was a single mother with two girls home for the Spring break.

"Let him trail, cap." Marjan was in sweats, her hair up in a no-nonsense covering, currently bouncing on the spot to get the blood pumping. "Neither of you stand a chance, anyway."

"That sounds like a threat, Marwani."

"'Cause I am one, Cap."

(TK began digging through his prep bag for his airpods - evidently, he would be running this marathon mostly on his own, 'cause the team would be leading the group, racing.)

"I'll settle for second," Paul announced, confident that Marjan would be beating him but happy to place --

"I'm getting second." Owen's protest was immediate. Then - "Well - I mean -- I'm getting first. But if I'm not, I'm getting second." (Marjan was laughing at him.)

TK rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say, Dad," but the team were wandering off now to get ready for the starting pistol, and TK took the opportunity to ready himself for the not-race. He was number C1063, said the piece of paper they'd given him to clip onto his tank-top, and his trainers were new but pretty comfortable. This would be a good way to break them in. Elastic laces, so he slipped his feet into the shoes and stood, wandering vaguely toward the back of the crowd, thumbing through music choices for the run (he settled on something U2).

He checked his phone one last time, looking for new messages, last-minute attendees he might run with (more than one person was missing from this marathon; various reasons). Nothing. He tucked it away, and hit 'play' on his music.

Alright.

Time to run a marathon.

It was only 40 minutes into the marathon before the overcast sky broke out into sun. It had been wet recently, like wet wet, so the sunlight was a nice break - he in fact took out his airpods to be able to enjoy it properly, the crunch of gravel under his feet, the sounds of the handful of joggers who were keeping pace with him here in the marathon, the feel of the sun.

While he'd lost sight of the (overly competitive) 126 crew he wasn't entirely without company, really, which was nice. They'd be waiting for him at the finish line and TK hoped that would mean they'd raided the snack table before the rest of the marathoners got to it, that was one benefit of finishing first (and second, and third), but he could go for a granola bar. Maybe his jacket. He'd dressed in a tank and shorts for this run, which had been a good choice, but when he stopped exercising long enough to cool off he would definitely want a jacket, it was pretty cold tod--

He rounded the next bend, and came to a stop.

A wall of dirt and rocks and mud and land blocked his path. A wall of land that had definitely not been there this morning, carved out of the mountainside (unstable, now; it supported a road, there were vehicles driving past, unaware the road was supported now by a mountainside rapidly sprawling itself over the path below, hollowed out like a shell). TK thought suddenly, wildly, with some lurch in his chest he did not manage to control -- that he did not know where his team were.

"Oh my god," said a lady beside him - she had rounded the same corner, come to the same stop TK had, frozen here beside the slide, panting. Then, second guessing herself, "Is this the way?" like they might have somehow come off the path. They weren't the only ones coming to a stop here. TK turned around and found the handful of runners he'd been leading, and more, still, behind them. How far into the group were they, really? Middle? Further than that? There were 2,800 people (give or take) who had turned out to this marathon. How many people could have been on the other side of this wall (how far did the slide stretch), and how many people would have had to be under it?

"HELP!" the first cry from somewhere inside the slide, rocks and mud and maybe even street signs in this debris. The scream was terrified. TK had to get up there. Up onto the landslide, and looking for people below it, if he was the first to run into it then it had only just happened, there were people trapped alive in there (he looked for a way up the mountainside, looked for some hold he could use to hoist himself up--)

"Oh my god," the woman repeated.

TK agreed.

"Hey - call 911."

#station 19 rp #911 rp #911 lone star rp #ic #one chicago rp #open rp #*wrangles this out* here it is #it's gonna Stop raining in a hot sec but here's. here's this #do not feel obliged to match length i know there is a lot of filler before the linebreak it's just!!!!!! that the 126 are Like That

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scattered-winter · 1 year

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pirate aus <333333333333333

#no thoughts head empty just station 126 sailing the high seas committing crimes <3 #winter speaks #911 lone star

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even-in-arcadia · 2 months

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A Consideration of 1st Lt. Edward Little of HMS Terror (As Played by Matthew McNulty)

The thing about Lt. Edward Little is that he had the highest ideals and yet was set up in so many ways to fail them.

We occasionally see glimpses of the man Edward Little must have been in order to be appointed First Lieutenant on a very prestigious expedition: reliable, capable, stalwart.

(Continued below the cut, as this got very long)

He had that, before, when he was doing the job he was trained for, ie running a ship at sea. What he hasn’t been trained for at all is managing 129 126 119 105 ? men stuck in pack ice in endless night, later trudging over ice and shale, trying to keep them busy and out of trouble and from getting killed by a demon bear. Of course he’s out of his depth, but honestly aren’t most of them? Of the lieutenants Gore (RIP) is the only one who seems to be in his element and he’s the only one with Arctic experience so that tracks. Even Le Vesconte is getting by on charisma and the power of peer pressure, neither of which actually make for competent officering. So that’s the scene he’s stuck in, and no wonder he’s out of his depth.

Then we have the circumstances specific to Edward Little. He's spent the first two-plus years of the voyage as the first for a captain who is very depressed and increasingly alcoholic. As Crozier's state deteriorates and especially after Franklin dies, Little has to tread a very fine and somewhat blurry line. He has to cover for Crozier, picking up the slack that is inevitably dropped; he also has to prop Crozier up in such a way that his leadership as Captain isn't undermined with the crew. A big part of both of those is making sure that the right questions are being asked, that all practicalities are being factored in, but he has to ask those questions without seeming to question Crozier’s authority. Thus he must essentially be an acting captain without seeming to do so either to the men or to Crozier . He is not someone who wants power per se; in fact I think what he wants most is to be a good and competent 1st Lt. But because he's under an semi-incapacitated captain, he has no choice but to take on some of that power while appearing to be no more than a loyal lieutenant. He's leading without being seen to lead, and he's already seen Crozier flog three men for among other things insubordination and disrespect (and without due process).

Crozier has also put him in a position of having to lie - both directly and by omission! For example, when questioned he tells Fitzjames (who outranks him) "much to do on Terror is all” - leaving JFJ to draw his own conclusions on the source of that “much” and the extent to which it is falling on Little. The instruction to procure more whiskey “discreetly” is nearly if not actually insulting in how far below Little's rank it is. Having to do it “discreetly” is even worse. He is being treated as an errand boy, and not just an errand boy but one tasked with something that is clearly unsavory, even illicit. By ordering him to to this, he makes Little complicit in the very vice that is causing all of these problems, and Little by virtue of his position is unable to refuse any of these direct orders, even ones that are way below his station. (The fact that Jopson, Crozier's actual steward who was actually in charge of these things, was not given that task is also telling although I’m not sure of what - perhaps that Crozier wanted someone who outranked the Erebus’ steward to do the asking; perhaps that he felt some shame in asking Jopson.)

Through all of this, Little is having to cover for a man who continues to lose his own respect in ways both large and small, personal and professional. Crozier has endangered the crew for which Little feels himself bound to care - leading directly to Blanky losing his leg - and has spoken flippantly of the situation ("How fares the raft of the Medusa?"). In 1x04, he is clearly galled by both the disregard of due process and severity of Hickey’s punishment. (While both are not unstandard in the Navy, Crozier’s manner makes it seem like spite as much as anything - which I’m sure Little clocked.) Overall, Little observes him making inebriated decisions that are based as much on his internal demons as any the practicalities at hand while men continue to die under his watch. This erosion of trust will come back to haunt them all, because even when its causes have been overcome, the deep root and the effects are there. (JFJ gets to have reckonings with Crozier and say his piece in a way that Little never does or will.)

Edward Little also cares deeply about the welfare of his men, perhaps more than anything. Command is a responsibility not just to the navy but to those whose lives his decisions affect. And so he as he sees this disregard for them (and for himself) he is angry, and he is in a profession and position where one is not allowed to be angry with one's superiors. So he spends a lot of his time pretending that he is not quietly furious while carrying out orders that he knows he shouldn't be, and hiding it from everyone , even Fitzjames, because he is also, deep in his heart, loyal (even if he feels it is unearned) and married to Naval structures. Crozier and JFJ have their reckoning, but Little never gets that, because subordinates aren’t allowed to be angry.

This combination, the lack of trust both given and received, the anger, the care & loyalty, the necessity to fill the void in leadership, means that he asks a lot of questions . A well placed "Are you sure, sir?" can go a long way. "Yes, but--" is not a phrase that would often have been uttered to a commander by a lieutenant, but Little has not just earned but hard won the right to say it. Every time he questions Crozier, I think it is out of a sense of duty, not defiance. A duty to the expedition, to Crozier, and above all to the men, because for so long Crozier’s judgement was not something he was able to rely on. He can’t even attend a sunrise party without thinking of the supplies that are being used up!

To top everything off, he also never appears to be someone who is particularly congenial nor gregarious, he is very aware of his rank, and is competent while not being loved (except by me). I like to imagine that he and Jopson and Macdonald were able to commiserate in some way as Crozier was going through his detox. But everyone is so conscious of class & rank & secrets being guarded that it seems unlikely that anyone actually confided in each other. By getting dry and in such dramatic fashion, Crozier earns back his loyalty & respect, but by doing so in secret I wonder if he hasn't further eroded Little's relationship with the other lieutenants. Do they even know Crozier is drying out or is Little lying to them as well as to the entire rest of the crew? Little does not seem like a man who cares for lying, and covering up the captain's "gastritis" would only have made Little feel more cut off and burdened by the captain's confidence. (To say nothing of the fact that all of this is going on with the Tuunbaaq in the background - these lieutenants were not designed to contend with alcoholic spirits let alone the spirit world.)

Crozier’s trust does often end up being more burden than anything, and it’s beyond the responsibility that would normally come with his rank. That moment when he practically shoves the pistol away from him is so telling of this. We really were robbed of the moment when Little is so angry after leaving Crozier that he can’t even slam his door: because that’s what’s building up this entire time!

By covering for Crozier both before and during his sobering up, Little probably lost some of his authority over the crew. They know he's hiding something, and that earns some distrust. He's obviously worn out, and there must be some observation that Crozier is literally using him as an errand boy. In the best of circumstances the commanding-without-commanding is a hard line to walk while maintaining one’s own air of authority. He's also angry, and in working so hard to cover and subdue his anger, what he's left with is the "sad, wet man" that fandom has dubbed him. The crew may not know exactly what’s going on (although what do those men have to do besides gossip) but they must have sensed how Little is being worn away. As much as he cares for them, he wouldn’t fraternize - it seems like he barely fraternizes in the wardroom. (Which is why that moment of camaraderie with Jopson outside Crozier’s cabin is so important to me personally.)

That brings us to the mutiny. We may love a sad, wet man, but in the face of a charismatic mutineer he's never going to match up. He doesn't have the authority, the love of the crew, or really the energy to go against it. At this point, he has no reason to know or suspect that a mutiny is what's the offing in the first place! He is someone who wants to believe the best of his men, and he's been given no reason to doubt Tozer's motives. And what was he supposed to do in the face of a marine sergeant surrounded by frightened, armed men? They are clearly on edge and afraid, a dangerous combination. He is practical, and although ultimately it loses him even more face by going along with Tozer, he was never going to be able to stop that in its tracks. Even JFJ wasn’t able to reel back in what had already been done. So he chooses the pragmatic route: agree publicly to the logic, let Tozer do with him what he's been doing with Crozier, in making the subordinate's idea appear to be the superior's. With the situation and facts at hand, what else is he to do?

The irony is that Little has been quietly looking out for all of them and their best interests for so long; but because it was so quiet, an undercurrent, when it comes down to brass tacks, none of them have ever seen that, or feel that they owe him any respect or loyalty. Tozer and Hickey appear to be men of action, and unfortunately in a moment like this a group of frightened men is going to follow the one who appears strongest.

I also want to point out that Crozier specifically says *while the fog holds off*. Well the fog has rolled in! The situation changed! Crozier clearly has suspicions of Hickey and Tozer that he hasn't confided to Little, and whose fault is that! When it comes to investigating Irving’s and Farr’s murders, Little asks what the evidence is, which suggests to me that he has no knowledge of any concerns about Hickey that have arisen post-lashing. Again, he is inclined to trust them.

One of the realest moments we get from him is "I'm the worst kind of sorry." It's one of the very few times he breaks from naval demeanor. The worst kind because he feels it deeply, but also because he was stuck, and he knows it, and also knows the expectations both from himself and from others that he be Better.

What it comes down to is what he says to Hodgson: "All we have are our instincts and training. If both told you to proceed with what you ordered, then be easy with yourself." That is all Little has had for so long. He certainly doesn’t seem to be having heart to hearts with Irving and Hodgson, let alone JFJ and Crozier; his counterpart on Erebus is long gone. Who has he to confide in, especially at this juncture of events, when there are no clear paths and no right answers. I imagine this is what he told himself over and over in the long watches of the night.

And yet!! Matthew McNulty has said that “Little's probably one of the most hopeful out of them all. [...] He still thinks that humanity will prevail in this dark, dark world.” I’m not sure where to put this, but I think it’s important. I think it’s part of why he doesn’t always quite have the authority he should: poor, worn down Edward Little sees the best and hopes for the best, and can’t quite reckon that not everyone has the same moral compass he does. That’s why Tozer & Hickey get the best of him, because he wants to believe the best of them. He doesn’t compromise his moral compass or belief in humanity, and unfortunately that turns into a blind spot.I think it’s also why Tozer invites him to join them: because some part of him recognizes that they both have that idealism deep down. They are both doing their best in an inconceivable situation to cling to hope and take care of those they see as under their protection. It pains me to think what they could have accomplished had they worked together rather than against each other.

(Incidentally, I don’t believe Little ever would have been swayed to join them, but I can’t blame him for the fact that Tozer’s claim about Crozier leaving them gave him pause. He’s seen Crozier finally grow into a commander he can respect, but to find out that Crozier’s judgment was not just impaired for so long but extended to actively planning to abandon ship & crew, as Tozer frames, as he was working so hard to hold things together - even if he doesn’t believe it, in his heart of course there must have been some doubt.)

All of these, the erosion of respect, the concern, the exhaustion, the lack of direction and support, the HOPE, come together in a moment for which he (unjustly, in my opinion) gets vilified for:

We’ve slowed our pace hauling some of the ill in the boats. But if we extend this temporary camp more than a few days, we can allow the ill to rest here while the bulk of us proceed south. We can hopefully find game and trek back for the others once we have something more to offer them–

And Jopson’s anger is both understandable and not unwarranted - but. Based on that look Le Vesconte gives him, this most likely is not a thought that originated with Little. It’s being grumbled by those hauling, maybe even obliquely discussed by the officers. That look says to me “It has to be said.” And it does, the logistics are evident to everyone and that needs to be discussed. They’re sending out hunting parties every day, sure, but in an area very close to the one they’re trekking through. It genuinely does make practical sense to have some unencumbered, able-bodied (relatively) men go ahead quickly to what would hopefully be better hunting grounds, while the sick conserve what strength they have: those able to hunt could move quickly and bring back game, while those who are dying could do so while not being jostled about on boats on shale. Little does not say (and, I think, would never say) that they should leave them behind entirely: only that this current system isn’t really helping anyone (and it isn’t). He needs to make sure that Crozier has fully considered the situation, because for so long that was not the case. (Historically, in fact, they did set up a hospital camp while a smaller party moved south.)

I actually do think he says this with hope: the hope that they really will find game, that the ill do just need to rest, that he can save as many of them as possible. He's also thinking of the practicalities and (though I may be biased) really does intend to return to the ill once they have something to actually provide them with. He doesn't say so that they can move on unencumbered, to better their own chances, he says to let them rest , to find something to offer them. He knows the situation and the feeling in camp, and that the time has come to have the conversation. It's not even necessarily a conversation he wants to have or believes in, but it has to be had. Once it's been talked about, once Crozier has come out with not just a position but a direction (to leave supplies behind if necessary), Little is entirely on board. Shortly thereafter, when Le Vesconte suggests the exact same thing, he retorts that " Most of us are ill" (note the us - the identification with) and further responds with disgust and anger that "The Captain also ordered that we not leave any man behind. You expediently leave that out." The Captain isn’t there; Jopson isn’t there: if Little really in any way wanted to leave anyone behind, this was his chance to order it and save himself. The fact is that he is still arguing for and trying to lead with compassion as well as duty; the fact that he can't override the more selfish majority doesn't negate that.

I wish we could see his decision to go with Le Vesconte even though he so clearly believes that these lesser mutineers are in the wrong; I know why we don't. I like to think that it's because he believes he's doing the best thing for all, that he knows one semi-able bodied man staying behind is not going to help anyone, and that by going south with the group he may be to able to sway them, or find game for the ill. But again - he has been put in a position where there is no right choice, and where any authority he had has been too far eroded to matter.

Regardless: we go from his vehement protestation that they must a) rescue their captain and b) not leave behind the ill to die to this:

A man completely broken, weathered almost beyond recognition, with his flesh pierced by and draped with the chains of watch fobs. That's fobs plural: they're clearly different chains, from different watches, from different men. But in still uniform. Because he clung to the to his identity, to hope, to grounding structure of the Navy in which he trained and believed, until the very end.

We don't know what happens in between. Is it madness? Did the mutineers do this to him? Is it penance? A memorization of the men whose watches those were? A punishment on himself for what happened on his watch - despite the fact that really, he was powerless to stop it? And this is the only watch he can keep now - watch chains in his face, his eyes forced open to the horrors. Or did 1st Lt. Edward Little spend so long suppressing his anger, marrying that anger to hope, being responsible, keeping confidences, bearing all that alone, with authority that is both shoved on him and disregarded - did he finally snap? Are the chains not a decoration, not a punishment, but an attempt to literally bind himself up and tack himself down to this terrible world where he’s found himself?

All we know for certain is his last word - “Close?” Close to what? To death? To salvation? The only comfort either Edward Little or we, the audience, will get - is that at the very end, his captain was there to release him from the duty to which he clung for so long, so fiercely, with so much hope.

#the terror amc #edward little #francis crozier #i did not mean for this to be so long #but i have many thoughts and feelings as you know now #matthew mcnulty i just want to talk

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hybbart · 1 year

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Day 126: The ranchers set up in a small restaurant behind Keralis’s gas station for the rest of winter. It’s been snowing like crazy, it almost makes it hard to tell anything happened at all.

Too cold, turned blue.

#solidaritygaming #tango tek #rancher's revenge #team rancher #rancher apocalypse au #fanart #biopunk #cute #spooky #character #scene #background #art #sketch #colour #Hybbart

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exhuastedpigeon · 2 months

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Seven Sentence Sunday

After writing that 6k married in vegas fic in three hours earlier this week, I've had a bit of writer's block with my baseball AU, so I'm putting that aside for a little bit and working on my outsider POV PR disaster fic.

Here's a snippet from the scene where Liliana (my beautiful OC who runs communications for the LAFD) and Chief Miranda Williams as they decide on the firehouses to be featured in an LAFD documentary.

Liliana starts with station 10, then goes into the 126, then the 133, before finally getting to the 118. She's trying really hard to keep her opinion out of it while she talks about each station, but she’s got her favorites. “The 118 always seems to be in the middle of it,” Miranda says with a laugh. “I remember when I was still a battalion chief during that 7.1 earthquake a few years ago. Two of them firefighters scaled the inside of the building to rescue a couple people and another one of them got buried in the collapsed parking garage.” “Oh god,” Liliana can’t help the gasp that leaves her. No matter how long she’s worked for the LAFD, hearing these kinds of stories still horrifies her a little. There’s a reason she works behind a desk and isn’t running into burning buildings and that reason is she doesn't have a death wish. “Did they survive?” “Well Captain Nash and his team defied my direct orders and went looking for her,” Miranda says with a small smile. “And you know I don’t like being left out of the fun.” “So you joined and she survived,” Liliana knows she’s got a fond look on her face, she can’t help it. “I didn’t do much, but she did survive.” “So, is that a yes to the 118?” “That’s a yes to the 118,” Miranda smiled at her over her wine glass.

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#Seven Sentence Sunday #buddie #buddie wip #WIP: LAFD PR Disaster #my wip

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lonestarflight · 5 months

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"Space Shuttle Endeavour touches down at Edwards Air Force Base to conclude mission STS-126 to the International Space Station."

Date: November 30, 2008

NASA ID: link

#STS-126 #Space Shuttle #Space Shuttle Endeavour #Endeavour #OV-105 #Orbiter #NASA #Space Shuttle Program #landing #Dryden Flight Research Center #Edwards Air Force Base #California #November #2008 #my post

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vyph2001 · 7 months

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hey does side story have Kim Dokja in it?

📌【Q&A about ORV side story #5】

Q: What is the ORV side story about?

The ORV side story follows Lee Hakhyun, the author of ORV from another worldline. He transmigrates into "Ways of Survival" with other readers. What would happen when every transmigrated reader knows the true end of this story? Although its labeled as a "side story", it could be seen as a continuation of ORV.

Q: How many chapters does the ORV side story have so far?

It's got 2 seasons and 126 chapters released so far. The expected length is around 200-300 chapters.

Q: How much does it cost to purchase both seasons of the side story?

1 chapter = 120 won = ~0.1 USD 100 chapters = 12.000 won = ~9 USD

Q: How do I purchase and read the side story?

Guide for buying ORV side story (SlothfulCreator) [ORV side story ss1] En fan translation (vapolunes) [ORV side story ss1+2] En fan translation (Lime)

Q: Wait, so CEO KDJ, Snowfield KDJ, and kkoma KDJ are all Kim Dokja? Does that mean he's finally awake?

Yesn't.

Q: Any JoongDok hints in the side story?

Yes.

Q: Who are Lee Hakhyun and Cheon Inho?

Lee Hakhyun is the MC of the side story, and the author of ORV from another worldline. He first appeared in Chapter 549 of the webnovel. Cheon Inho is a minor villain at Geumho station. In the end, he was eliminated by Jung Heewon. His first appearance was in Chapter 17 of the webtoon, and Chapter 16 of the webnovel. Lee Hakhyun is currently possessing Cheon Inho's body.

Q: Lee Hakhyun is ￭￭% fragment of Kim Dokja!?

Lee Hakhyun is a fragment of Kim Dokja, but he is also a unique individual and should be treated as such. Let's respect and accept him for who he is now!

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Thank you for taking the time to learn about ORV side story ❤

Support me a coffee if you love my artwork!

#TYVM Kursi & Snail <3 <3 <3 I appreciate your help!#pinned post #orv side story #orv spoilers #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kim dokja #lee hakhyun #cheon inho

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r4tch3travity · 7 months

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HELLO, TIM.

I really enjoy the Rancher’s Apocalypse AU :3 and I love Grian so i drew RA!Gri 🙏 Can’t wait to see the next day

Rancher Apocalypse AU MasterPost!!! ^^^^^

@hybbart , Apologies for the tag but I felt like it’d be nice for you to see your rancher’s brother!!

#hermitcraft grian #avian grian #hermitcraft #grian #life series #grian fanart #rancher apocalypse au #double life #team ranchers #double life ranchers #ranchers my beloved #grian minecraft #hc grian #grianmc #grian tag

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shellylongerbeam95 · 2 months

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Filming for Season 5 of 9-1-1: Lone Star has started it started March 4th 2024, Station 126 is FINALLY back together again but Rafa is missing from the *New* photos & my Tarlos heart isn't complete if the two aren't together..

Where is Rafa? 🤔🥺

#tarlos #911 lone star #911 lone star season 5 #ronen and rafael #rafael silva #ronen rubinstein #tk x carlos #carlos reyes #tk strand

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liminalmemories21 · 4 months

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Hi Lim!

A writing prompt: “You go first.”

He's walked in on any number of scenes at the firehouse in the last three year, from prank wars, to foosball competitions, to sweaty one upmanship in the gym. Sometimes they're even working, although not usually between the hours of 12-1pm unless the trucks are out on a call.

When he walks in today the entirety of the 126 is standing around the kitchen table staring at something.

"It was for you, Cap," Marjan says, and there's more than a hint of aggressive innocence in her voice. "You should take the first bite."

Owen makes a dubious noise. "It was for the firehouse, as Captain I should really eat last."

Carlos raises his eyebrows, and wonders what can possibly be on the table.

"So, reverse seniority?" Paul asks. "Mateo should go first."

He's familiar with the particular silence of Mateo trying to find a polite way to say hell no to food. Granted he's more familiar with it when Mateo is presented with something Owen has made that he claims is a healthier version of something that usually tastes good, but Owen doesn't seem eager to eat whatever it is either.

He finds TK on the other side of the table, eyeing whatever it is with the expression Carlos usually reserves for the live crickets they give Lou II as a treat. He tries to peer at the table, but Judd is a solid wall in front of him, and he gives up and clears his throat.

"Hi guys."

They all turn and look at him with eerily identical expressions. "Carlos should go first, he's a guest," Nancy says triumphantly.

TK opens his mouth, hopefully to defend him from whatever the hell it is that's on the table, and then shuts it abruptly on a squawk when Tommy clearly steps on his foot, and really he wouldn't have suspected that of Tommy.

"What should I try?" he asks, and hopes he doesn't sound quite as filled with trepidation as he is.

"Kendra brought Cap a present," Judd offers, and Carlos narrows his eyes, because there's definite amusement in Judd's voice.

"Kendra very kindly brought a present for the station," Owen corrects. "She was in Italy on business recently and brought us back some cheese."

"Okay," he says slowly, because there has to be more to this story than a wedge of Parmesan. "What kind of cheese?"

Tommy flips open a card and reads, "Casu Marzu is a traditional sheep's milk cheese from Sardinian. Once considered a rare delicacy it has now been classified as a traditional food and is being introduced in the finest restaurants."

The name rings a very faint bell in his head and he steps up to the table with more curiosity. TK elbows his boss. "Read the rest of the card."

Tommy eyes the cheese and grimaces. "The ancient traditional cheese making process is further enhanced by the larva of cheese flies hatching inside the ripening cheese and adding to the fermentation process." She pauses. "The larva may be removed before consuming, but many people consider them to add a subtle nuance to the flavor and be an integral part of the experience."

He takes a hasty step back, hands behind his back. Judd snorts, but Carlos notices that he's a safe foot away from the table. "And you're actually planning on eating it?" he says faintly.

"You're a foodie," Paul says mildly.

He glares at him. "So are you."

Paul shakes his head emphatically. "That shit's moving. I gotta draw the line somewhere."

He shudders and swallows hard. TK comes around the edge of the table and takes his hand. "Don't worry baby, I won't let them make you eat Dad's weird cheese."

"Dirty," Nancy mutters, and TK scowls at her.

There's a noise behind them and Buttercup wanders in, visibly torn between demanding affection from all of her favorite people and the food on the table. Carlos eyes her and then the cheese and then her again. "What if," he says slowly, "what if you said you were about to try the cheese and then a call came in and Buttercup ate it while y'all were out."

"We are not feeding that cheese to Buttercup," TK objects, horrified.

He shakes his head. "No, we put the cheese in the dumpster," or the incinerator he thinks privately. "You just tell Kendra that Buttercup ate it."

Paul leans around Marjan to high five him. "I take back what I said about the pudding cup. You, sir, are a criminal mastermind."

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